The most dangerous place is the safest place, and most people would not have thought that Holmagio would dare to shrink himself to such a defenseless form and hide in the enemy at the risk of being pinched to death.

At first, Misda also made the mistake of going dark under the lamp like ordinary people, and didn't even think about himself.

But now, only a moment had passed, and Misda had stopped running away and began to check his pockets with great purpose.

It was clear that he had sensed his opponent's hiding tricks.

Holmagio couldn't figure out why his tracks were revealed so quickly:

The intelligence doesn't say that Misda still has any sentient abilities.

Was Misda an accidental inspiration, or did he just accidentally make something happen in his pocket?

Or maybe the guy just wants to pull his phone out of his pocket?

It was hard to get an answer to the question, but Misda's big hand was already coming towards him anyway.

Although Misda's hands had shrunk to the point of being an undeveloped child, it was still a fatal attack for Holmagio, who was currently less than ten centimeters tall.

Now the "why" is not the most important thing, it is the "how" that matters.

And Holmagio certainly knew what to do: he dared to hide in Misda's pocket, and naturally he was ready to escape at any time.

So, before Misda was about to pat himself into a dough with the palm of his hand, Holmagio suddenly pulled a ballpoint pen out of his pocket.

This ballpoint pen had also shrunk in equal proportions with Holmagio's shrinkage, and was now only about the thickness of a cold hair.

"Let's get bigger!"

Holmagio's mind moved, and the ballpoint pen was lifted from its shrunken state.

The ballpoint pen suddenly grew in size from a small age, like a wishful golden hoop stick that had been spelled, and in the process of instant expansion, it lifted Hormagio, who was still in the form of a villain, into the sky.

Thanks to the thrust of the object's expansion and the spring of the ballpoint pen itself, Holmagio managed to get into the air before Misda's big hand slapped, and safely avoided the fatal blow.

In this way, Holmagio's small figure streaked a hidden path through the air, and soon fell silently on the curb a few meters away.

The physical impact that a person can withstand is related to the cross-sectional area of the musculoskeletal muscle, which is directly proportional to the square of the length; Kinetic energy depends on its mass, mass and volume, and is proportional to the cube of length.

If you are 10 times taller, your ability to withstand impact will be reduced by 100 times, and the force of impact on the human body in free fall will be reduced by 1,000 times.

Because of this, when humans are reduced by equal proportions, their ability to withstand external physical shocks is actually greatly enhanced.

This "human cannon" style of escape is certainly not dead or crippled for humans of normal size. But for Holmagio, who has been reduced by nearly twenty times in equal proportions, such damage can be easily withheld.

So, he landed unscathed on the side of the road, and then hid behind the street tree standing beside him.

When Misda's hand slapped heavily on the second pocket, all he touched was a ballpoint pen that suddenly popped out of the pocket.

"That guy really found me—"

"He was just 'patting' instead of 'groping.'"

"This shows that he has a high probability that I am in that pocket, so he will directly attack with such great strength!"

Hiding behind a street tree a few meters away, Holmagio thought solemnly.

He had put away his previous contempt, and his heart was full of prudence.

At this time, a few meters away, Misda was holding a ballpoint pen that suddenly popped out of his pocket thoughtfully.

He seemed to have seen through Holmagio's escape technique, so he only froze for a moment before turning his head and looking around nervously.

Holmagio hurriedly hid himself a little deeper behind the trunk:

"That guy is looking for me with his eyes? It seems that what the intelligence says is not wrong..."

"He really doesn't have any means of perception, otherwise he wouldn't have searched with the naked eye as soon as he found out that I had escaped."

"In that case, why was I found out just now?"

"Is it really just because of his 'whims'?"

With doubts in his heart, Holmagio carefully hid it.

He was waiting for Misda's form to shrink further under the ability of his little feet, and he was also nervously thinking about the way the other party had just discovered himself.

And in the midst of Holmagio's wary observation, Misda's performance was faintly unexpected.

First of all, Misda did not continue to try to escape.

Holmagio understands this:

After all, his enemy is not an immobile clay puppet, and running away may not be able to shake off his pursuit.

Now that you have some kind of ability to "sense the enemy", it is better to stay and solve the problem once and for all while you are not yet shrunk to the point where you cannot fight.

However, Misda's behavior after staying behind began to be a little puzzling:

He didn't look around with his naked eyes anymore, but instead lowered his head, looking at him with no intention of looking for the enemy.

He just stood there, staring at the ground intently, his gaze as if money had grown out of the ground.

"The ground... Is there anything on the ground? ”

"By the way, he also stopped to look at the ground for a while before he suddenly moved to check his pocket."

"Could it be... The secret to that guy's discovery of my whereabouts is on the ground? ”

Holmagio suddenly thought of Misda's strange behavior.

He hurriedly followed Misda's gaze to the concrete pavement over there.

After looking into the distance for a while, he finally saw the little things that had been crawling around on the ground:

Ants, a swarm of ants.

These tiny creatures gathered more and more on the road at some point, and even formed a long column with great discipline.

"Ants... Why did he observe ants? ”

Holmagio had a vague thought.

He had doubts in his heart, only to hear a sudden squeaky scream in his ears.

It turned out that several large sewer rats had poked their heads out of the wide drain and were staring at him from afar with excited expressions on their faces.

Looking at the excited appearance of the rats dancing their claws, they seem to be unable to hold back at any moment to pounce on Holmagio here.

"Something isn't quite right with these rats..."

Holmagio felt more and more uncomfortable:

Although rats are not weakly aggressive, this animal is cautious and timid by nature.

When they encounter unknown creatures, even those as small as Holmagio now, they will hide and watch carefully, rather than drooling at him from afar like a dog smelling meat.

Unless... The rats had already skipped the observation process and judged him as food as soon as they met.

"Food..."

Holmagio suddenly thought of something:

"That's right, I'm food in the eyes of ants and rats now!"

"Because I'm covered in ice cream, and ice cream is the favorite sweet of these bugs and rats."

"No wonder Misda has been watching the ground, he's using those ants to find my direction!"

Holmaggio was so hasty that he spilled ice cream on himself. These high-calorie sweet and greasy things have always stuck to him, and he can't shake them off.

Ants can use their sense of smell to perceive food information within a few tens of meters, and Holmagio, which is covered in ice cream, has naturally become a target for these little things.

He is now like a chicken leg with golden dough fried on both sides, which can be regarded as making the nearby "children" cry.

So, just by observing the direction in which the ants followed the scent, Misda was able to roughly deduce where he was hiding.

And the truth is just as Holmagio expected:

Misda suddenly flashed his pistol after some observation, and he had already roughly confirmed the direction of the enemy:

"There, near that street tree!"

Bullets burst out in the firelight.

No.1 in the sexy pistol rode on this bullet, galloping his mount like a chaser in the steppe, and carefully observing the movements around him as he galloped.

After all, the ants can only point out a rough direction, and the exact location of the enemy has to be probed with the naked eye by Misda's stand-in.

Soon, the moment when the bullet grazed the trunk of the tree and whizzed through the sky...

Holmagio's iron-blue face appeared.

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