The so-called home is a small two-story western-style building, located in the heart of the white community, and the heads of households are all white.

If the head of the household returns to his home country and does not come to Nairobi for a long time, some of them will rent out their houses.

However, it is impossible for the locals to rent a house from them, they will only rent to white people.

But apparently Callum has this condition and rents one.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he can't rent it, the blue and white society helped him rent it.

Yes, Mo Qian could see at once that the character of Callum was a peripheral person.

His identity as a thief and liar is real, and he has a close relationship with gangs in various countries, and it is also true that he acts as a gray intelligence dealer.

But the national gangs that use him as a pawn have no idea that he is actually an intelligence agent of the Blue and White Society.

Of course, he's a real badass on this mission......

And the ink is poor...... The first step is to get out of his control.

"What is your name, what is your name?" Callum led her to visit the neighbors, and naturally attracted a lot of welcome.

In this regard, Mo Qian kept the character in mind, and after closing himself for a few seconds, he opened his pale little mouth and said, "Euler......"

The neighbor saw that she was not as lively as her peers, and she looked like a cute princess, but she was a little autistic and melancholy, and couldn't help but look at Callum strangely.

Callum also has superb acting skills, his eyes are slightly dark, he touched Mo Qian's head and said: "After my wife died, Ora behaved a lot......"

"I see, ah, Euler is so good. When the neighbor heard this, he showed a look of understanding, thought he understood, and then looked at Mo Qian with a little more pity.

Mo Qian was speechless in his heart: You understand what you know......

Then, she was even more autistic......

Callum took her by the hand and got to know the neighbors, talking about Ola with families with children, and with families without children, talking about how much Ola lacks maternal love......

This guy is very talkative and completely grasps the essence of the character, which makes quite a few people impressed by this new neighbor.

There are even female neighbors with children who are single parents, and they are quite interesting to Callum.

In the evening, after tasting the snacks of various families and being taken home, Mo Qiao, noticed that the face of Callum, a loving father who was strong and had children, changed in an instant.

Callum impatiently threw Mo Qian into the small bedroom on the second floor, locked him on the bed and said, "Why are you so autistic again! Didn't I buy you new crayons? Why don't you say a word?"

He glared at Mo Qiao, and suddenly grabbed an unopened box of crayons placed on a drawing board in the bedroom and slammed it on the ground.

"Listen! Tomorrow when you come back from school, you go play with the kids across from you, ask them what their travel plans are coming to be, and tell me!" said Callum with a poor face, and the school he said was sent to the local gang to give the neighbor the illusion that she went to school every day.

Mo Qian's face was pinched, but his eyes were fixed on the overturned drawing board and the box of crayons that had been smashed open.

"Talk! Tomorrow again, don't think about drawing in the future!" Seeing this, Callum directly ripped off a crayon drawing on the drawing board and tore it to shreds.

Mo Qian knew very well that the painting was a painting of Ora's biological parents, and Ola did not dare to resist, but he never accepted his fate, and always wanted to find his home.

For fear that I would forget what my parents looked like, I kept drawing, and kept drawing.

Crayons and sketchpads were the only things she had to do with Callum.

"Crying...... Cry for me!" Yi Bo's voice rang out from the liaison.

Mo Qian rolled his eyes inwardly, squeezed out two tears, and his mouth was deflated.

Callum directly grabbed Mo Qian's neck with one hand and lifted her up slightly, although it didn't hurt at all, but he still stunned Mo Qian. Because it's strong enough to hurt a real little girl.

I saw this guy glaring at Mo Qian and said, "Laugh!

Mo Qian glared at Callum, and his blushing little face showed a very stiff smile.

Callum snorted, let go of his hand and walked out of the bedroom, locking the door along the way.

Today, he went to Ling's house for snacks and drinks, so he didn't even have to prepare dinner for Euler.

"I'm so drunk, if I cry, he'll hit me?" Mo Qian said.

"Uh-huh......" Yi Bo said in Mairi.

Mo Qian sighed, he knew that Callum was acting, but he was still very angry. The instructor team also told him plainly that there is no possibility of cooperation between Euler and Callum, and he will not help Ola in any way, but is the real enemy. If you don't cooperate with Callum, she will really be killed, and with more force before, an ordinary girl can completely be twisted off her neck.

Suppose this mission is announced by Yi Bo: You have been killed by Callum.

Needless to say, his rating is terrifyingly low.

"Tsk......" Mo Qianqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, touched her neck, and immediately crawled to the overturned drawing board.

Regardless of the fact that Callum smashed the drawing board and crayons just now, there is a possibility that the containment object may be indicated. Again, these two things are extremely important to Euler.

Mo Qian had to rush there as soon as possible.

Picking up the torn painting, you can vaguely see the immature painting style, a little girl in front of a wooden house, one left and one right are her parents.

Although this style of painting makes Mo Qian completely unable to see what Ora's parents should be like, the constant paintings in Ora's character design are to deepen the memory of his parents' appearance in his heart.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, Mo Qian immediately picked up the drawing board and crayons instead.

I saw kissing and hugging these things, throwing them around, and even scribbling on their arms with crayons, which was very funny.

Finally, Mo Qian discovered the anomaly: the box of crayons, which were colorful just now, were suddenly all black.

"Crayons......" Mo Qian hurriedly scribbled the crayons on the paper, trying each pen, and finally found the containment.

"This feeling ......" Mo Qian held one of the brushes, and suddenly felt that his consciousness could exert an influence on an external object, this strange feeling was the first time he had it, and it was obvious that this containment object could use some kind of effect if it was held in his hand.

Mo Qian locked onto a blank piece of paper in front of him, and his mind was moved, and he immediately felt that he had launched an invisible and insubstantial 'thing' on the paper.

Black immediately appeared on the white paper, and the ink impoverished it and thought about it, and the black suddenly spread like an ink rhyme, and it spread all over the paper at once, and I couldn't help but be like this on the surface, and even the inside of the paper was black.

Suddenly, it was not a blank piece of paper, but a black piece of paper......

"It seems that it can be changed ......" Mo Qian thought again, and the black paper instantly turned red again.

Then blue, white, and green came in turn, and the ink poor wanted to turn it into whatever color it wanted.

Obviously, as long as he is infected with something formless and insubstantial, he can change the color of matter.

The paper changes color according to his mind at the moment, and it can not change as a whole, but only partially, and a variety of colors on it can be matched like a pen of his mind, outlining the painting he imagined, and even because of any color, Mo Qian gradually explored the construction of that paper into a high-resolution picture like a photograph.

"What I'm emitting is supposed to be a kind of 'color tinting' concept, which is an effect lock, and the matter that is locked by this color grading effect can change color at will without being in my field of vision, even if it is thousands of miles away from me. ”

"And you can use it for yourself...... Is it invisible?" Mo Qian said, immediately locking in the effect on himself.

However, the body does have the ability to mix colors as it pleases, and unlike dyeing, this is a simple color change, and there is no substance attached to the body.

The rendered colors cannot be washed away, they can penetrate deep into the internal organs, and the resolution is so high that the number of color numbers can be said to encompass all possible colors in the world. As long as Mo Qian is skilled enough and controls it well enough, he is a projector himself, capable of performing a cartoon on the wall.

If the control is better, Mo Qian can even perform a live-action movie.

"It's a ...... Chicken. ”

At the beginning of the research, Mo Qian still had a lot of hopes, and even after discovering that he could adjust colors, his brain made up a series of usages, such as invisibility, such as projecting other people's iris to deceive other people's vision.

However, as he researched step by step, Mo Poor found that none of this could be realized!

First of all, she can't make things invisible, she can't make things completely 'transparent', she doesn't have this color. Unless optically deceptive, camouflage colors are provided like chameleons.

In terms of transparency, he at most makes things that are already transparent reflect some colors, making them both transparent and colorful, like car windows.

This containment is in control of 'color', not light, and even if he changes the color of light, it is only temporary, because light is always in motion, and the light of this moment is not the light of the next moment.

So she's demonstrating cartoons on the wall, and she's just constantly changing the color blocks of each frame on the wall, not projecting anything on.

Even if she threw this wall to the other side of the world, it could still demonstrate the cartoon under Mo Qian's brain, but she couldn't see it herself.

"It's a containment that simply controls color...... It also consumes physical strength...... "Mo Qian studied for a long time, and he can obviously feel tired.

"It's okay, physical strength can be counted as your real physical strength, after all, it is the use of containment, and I can change the characteristics a little. Yi Bo said.

Mo Qian rolled his eyes, this task is a test of the use of containment, the eight-year-old girl's personality only limits his physical fitness, but if Yi Bo says: Eight-year-old children can't control this containment object at all, you can only use it roughly.

Then this whole task is nonsense, and the meaning of confrontation is completely lost.

Therefore, in terms of giving full play to the function of containment objects, the instructor will not give any restrictions, and Mo Poor can operate flowers, which is Mo Poor's ability.

However, the containment itself is already extremely unfriendly.

Even if the ink is poor, it can't hide its chicken nature, and this thing can only tamper with the color of all things.

As for lethality, is it possible to turn people into pure black and absorb the sun's rays to kill each other? This is too far from the shadow amulet.

"Something that doesn't kill...... Plus I'm so weak and small. ”

Mo Qian has a headache, and this is very difficult.

However, he was not afraid of any challenge, and lay on the ground in silent thought.

Now that the fundamentals are clear, she must use the limited cards at hand to complete the task.

"Hmmm......"

Suddenly, Mo Qian turned over nimbly and sat up from the ground.

She leaned over to a small mirror in the bedroom and touched her face, and in an instant, there was a subtle color change on this face, and the whole person's appearance changed slightly.

In the mirror, her face is constantly changing, her small face is sometimes pale, sometimes red, her skin is sometimes fair and sometimes yellowish, and even full of gold.

Its pupils are sometimes blue, sometimes black, sometimes goblin green, and even ......

As soon as Mo Qian opened his eyes, his eyes turned scarlet, and there were three dark black magatama in his pupils.

"Who knows but me that this is just color tampering?"

"What I have is the 'strongest containment in history' in the confrontation mission. ”

Mo Qian stared at a pair of terrifying eyes, his face was full of 'evil energy' and super fierce, and he already had a plan in his heart.

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