"Your handkerchief is triangular!! It's obviously fat, okay!!! ”

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"No, you're mistaken, it's just a handkerchief."

Facing Li Mu's gaze as if he was looking at a pervert, Houtu was extremely calm, and shook the triangular 'handkerchief' in his hand, and with a 'bang', it turned into two triangular strips of cloth.

"You see, I'm just tearing a parallelogram handkerchief into two triangles for the sake of the environment."

"You're clearly turning the fat monarch's corpse into two rags!! Fat Cijun is crying! Quickly apologize to the fat second monarch in the spirit of the sky! ”

Looking at the two white triangular strips of cloth floating and shaking in Houtu's hands, Li Mu seemed to see two bloody corpses, combined with the subtle look on Houtu's face that seemed to be mocking, a certain side that had been hidden in Li Mu's heart finally broke out completely.

"Oh? Did it break out? At first, I thought it was a perverted sister control with a cold belly, but I didn't expect the body to be a perverted sister control of the spit service......"

As if smiling, Hou Tu used a tone of 'finally seduced your true nature', and made a judgment for Li Mu's attributes lightly, and put the poor 'Fat Cijun' back in his pocket.

"What a ghost! Who would be that kind of thing! ”

Although Li Mu's expression became a little gloomy with Houtu's words, in any case, the title of 'Tucao Service' should never be deducted on his head, so Li Muqiang showed a vigorous look and fought back with Tucao.

"Hawkers, rebelling against the setting of 'Tucao Service', but confessing to 'Perverted Sister Control'? Wouldn't that be nice, though? Before, when I was alone and had no friends, I could only use coldness to disguise my life was not good, right? ”

Seeing that the goal had almost been achieved, Houtu also put away the previous expression that was particularly capable of arousing the desire of others to complain, and replaced it with a vicissitudes of expression of 'I am also a person from here', quite emotional, perhaps comforting, and said to Li Mu.

Li Mu lowered his head, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and did not speak, the feeling of being isolated by everyone, if it wasn't for Li Linlin who had been supporting him behind him, presumably, Li Mu would have been unable to support him......

"Well, I'm not trying to comfort you, I just think it's too tiring to talk to someone with a thick mask......"

"Now, there is still a 'mask', but at least, I can see your expression......

Like an old artist who is good at changing his face, Hou Tu said these few words like a life mentor, and soon transformed into a rigorous scientist's face and continued to explain to Li Mu.

"The question just now, with your IQ, should be able to guess what I mean."

"The color represented by 'white' exists objectively and cannot be changed. But the name 'white' was artificially given to it. The reason why white is 'white' is because when you are born, everything you come into contact with adds a subconscious to you, telling you that the color white is called 'white'. ”

"In other words, if when you were born, everything you were exposed to added to you a subconscious ...... called 'red' in the color white."

When Houtu said this, Li Mu already understood what he meant, and said: "Then, in my cognition, white has become 'red'. ”

"In other words, as long as it can replace the inherent impression of a certain thing in a wide range of human beings, then even if a person suddenly changes his appearance, even if he becomes a dog-headed human body, it will not cause the slightest abnormality!"

Houtu's words were like giving Li Mu a thread, and Li Mu could find the answer he wanted by walking along the way. But when he found the answer, new doubts arose.

"Is it really within the reach of human beings to replace their preconceived impressions of something on a wide scale? Even if it's ......"

With such a question, Li Mu couldn't help but recall the scene when he fought with his sister and the 'chaos'. It can be said that everything that he and his sister could do at that time has obviously surpassed the level of ordinary people.

But! Li Mu knew very well that even if he was ten times stronger at that time! Hundredfold! It is also impossible to replace the preconceived impression of a certain thing on a wide scale!

"I don't know exactly what kind of force can do this......

Speaking of this, Hou Tu paused for a moment, lifted the hat on his head, and only continued until he satisfied Li Mu's appetite: "The only thing that can be determined is that soon, you will have this ability, although, with the power of props. ”

"Props?"

Li Mu couldn't imagine for a moment that any prop could have such magical power, even if it was a magical conch, I am afraid it wouldn't work, right?

But soon, Li Mu remembered that during the day, outside the door of the café, he saw the kind of thing used by the blue-haired woman......

"Is it that ****** stick?!"

The moment he thought of that thing, Li Mu's mouth also said the answer at the same time, so that Li Mu didn't have much time to revise the adjective.

"Oh?"

Hou Tu dragged out his voice, as if he had discovered some new attribute of Li Mu, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in the tone that tried his best to hold back the laughter and make himself appear as plain as possible: "Although it is a little dirty, it is indeed a very appropriate metaphor." ”

"Is that really that thing?"

With a person like Houtu who can casually take out a fat piece on his body to put in front, Li Mu felt that it didn't seem to be a big deal to say '****** stick' for a while, and completely put this question aside, just wanting to get a crisp and neat answer from Houtu as soon as possible.

"It's that kind of thing......

Houtu happily gave Li Mu a reply, but the long tail note that followed, obviously, meant that he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"The number of these things is not small, every 'soldier' in the organization has one in his hands, and I have also dismantled several for research, but I have not obtained anything."

"And even if I've reassembled the thing meticulously and without any mistakes in every link, it will no longer be able to play that mysterious role, and will be completely reduced to a waste with the shape of a ****** rod that cannot be vibrate."

Hou Tu accentuated his tone in the section 'There was no mistake in every link', and Li Mu could probably understand what he meant, and guessed: "In other words, the important thing is not actually the ****** stick, but the invisible and mysterious power that will disappear once it is disassembled?" ”

Houtu shrugged his shoulders and said, "I think so too, but the conjecture that can't be verified has no value, and it's ......"

"Boom......"

Hou Tu's words were not finished, and in the bathtub soaked in Li Linlin, there was a cute voice that probably every girl would make when she just woke up. Houtu shook his hand, swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach, turned around and walked out.

"Well, if your sister sees you chatting with me, she will probably be very angry, right? For the sake of your sister, I'd better leave quickly......"

As he walked out, Houtu said as he spoke. Hearing Houtu say this, a bad premonition flashed in Li Mu's heart, and he asked tremblingly, "Why?" ”

Houtu had now walked outside the recovery room, and the door began to slowly close.

Hearing Li Mu's question, Houtu turned around, took out the two pieces of fat Jijun's corpse from his coat pocket, shook it, and smiled at Li Mu very badly.

"Because, it was stolen from your sister......"

"Kill you bastard!!!!!"