While Ma Sha is seriously thinking about which of the two organizations that can help him, Ma Xiaomei is seriously thinking about how she should face the world.

It's literal.

She didn't tell Masha that the world she saw was different from normal people.

The world she saw was filled with wriggling patches of color.

It was a cluster of microorganisms, because it was too dense, so it appeared directly in the form of color blocks, but as long as Ma Xiaomei focused on a certain place, his eyes would immediately zoom in on the microorganisms near the focus like a microscope.

Of course, this is a skill that can be turned off and on by yourself, but it is difficult to control, and it is always Ma Xiaomei who does not notice that the whole world is full of color blocks that represent microorganisms.

- I didn't even know that our world was so lively.

Ma Xiaomei thought as she threw the dim sum full of color patches into her mouth—those color patches were, of course, dead microbial corpses, which were killed by the processing of the dim sum, but not cleaned up.

Ma Xiaomei did not have the slightest psychological barrier to swallowing snacks stained with microbial corpses.

She even fantasized a little about the scene where these microbes were actually miniature people: a small person stood between the corpses of the report, shouting "One day I will expel you all" into the big mouth that was about to devour the heavens and the earth......

And then he was crushed.

- What's going on, I suddenly feel so happy thinking about it.

Ma Xiaomei ate more deliciously.

- I'm a girl, and when I grow up, I always have to swallow a liquid containing hundreds of millions of microorganisms in my mouth.

- When you think about it, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Ma Xiaomei, who has no psychological barriers, recalls probably a message from Master Pasteur, who gave this visual skill at the apprentice level, seemingly to let newcomers to the Pasteur school get used to the world of microorganisms as soon as possible.

Pasteur also said that in order to stuff this skill, other skills can't be stuffed.

It seems that there is a limit to the number of skills that can be accommodated in each tier.

- Well, I seem to have forgotten to tell my second brother? Forget it, the second brother is so smart and awesome, he must have known it a long time ago.

- He's become a man of light, and I'm only going to release some glowing dust.

As soon as the little girl raised her hand, some of the microorganisms were scattered.

These things emit a faint fluorescence as soon as they come into contact with the air, and quickly deplete their life force.

That was the "bonus benefit" that Pasteur gave to the apprentices of the Pasteur school in addition to the skill of seeing the microbial world.

- Should I report to my second brother that I can see microorganisms?

- But I don't think it's a big deal if I don't report it.

- Forget it, if you think about it tomorrow, just tell the second brother, anyway, it won't be troublesome, so you don't have to report it.

The little girl remembered what she had learned from her second brother today.

So she had a fun time and sprayed a little bit of bacteria that broke down organic matter on the last piece of snack on the table.

Then, she put her nose up and sniffed carefully at the smell of organic matter.

- The second brother said that this is called methane, which is a colorless and odorless gas...... Well, I really can't smell it.

INTERVIEWER No, does this really release that gas called methane?

The little girl frowned and decided to experiment.

So she raised her hand and unleashed the simplest of ignition magic.

It was too late, and the last piece of her snack suddenly flew into a small fireball.

The rapid deflagration even made a "bang" sound.

However, methane does not have much gas, and it is burned in an open space, so its power is very limited.

"Oh!" The little girl was very happy.

After all, she's only a ten-year-old child, and this thing is like a trick trick for her, and it's very interesting.

She grabbed her blackened snack and threw it into her mouth, creaking with her teeth as she crushed her mushy exterior to her feet.

Clearly, she was going to try her new abilities on something more.

It seems that the little boy likes to blow up things, this is a bloodline inheritance, whether it is the Chinese of the earth, or the child of this time-space Dahua Empire, as long as he understands the charm of the explosion, he will inevitably blow up.

Masha also blew up all sorts of things with matchsticks as a child.

It's just that there is magic in this world, and although the little kid lacks magic power, he can still release all kinds of ultra-small fireballs.

So small fireballs took the place of various firecrackers.

However, when a ten-year-old acquires another ability to make an explosion, she inevitably ignites the idea of testing it further.

Of course, Ma Xiaomei is a smart child, and smart children will make high-sounding excuses for themselves.

- I followed my second brother's instructions to collect the equipment for the experiment.

She said this to herself, and at the same time solemnly took the phone to make sure that there was still storage space in the phone.

- Speaking of which, did those alchemists use similar methods when they made gunpowder?

- When gunpowder firearms are fired, oxidation is also used, right?

- Why didn't that cause a virtual explosion?

- Don't alchemists know what oxidation reactions are, but still make gunpowder?

Ma Xiaomei used her smart head to think about problems that exceeded the level of a ten-year-old child.

- Now that I can think about oxidation reactions in my head, am I also given permission to dominate this field?

- Am I the Frankenstein of the Lavoisier School?

- What about the second brother? The second brother taught me the oxidation reaction so casually, and it seems that he still knows more things, could it be that the second brother ......

- The second brother is the spokesperson of the principle of the world?

- No, how is that possible?

Ma Xiaomei herself denied the conjecture she had just generated.

She held her mobile phone and put on a serious expression to the few maids she met: "I'll go to the kitchen to find something to play." ”

She said.

The maids seemed to be accustomed to the young lady's nonsense, and they didn't mean to stop it, but just saluted Ma Xiaomei: "Miss go slowly." ”

Of course, they will definitely report to their respective supervisors afterwards, but Ma Xiaomei has not been running around in the house for a day or two, and the maids and senior servants are used to finding traces of the young lady in all kinds of strange places, so no one will make more associations.

Ma Xiaomei slipped into the elevator and pressed the button on the floor where the various utensils needed for potion configuration were stored.

When the elevator door closed, Ma Xiaomei suddenly had an idea.

- Can I use this skill for assassination?

- I can make a coating from Bacterium No. 5 and Bacterium No. 3 will die quickly when it touches the air, and Bacterium No. 5 will be released, and the residue of Bacterium No. 3 will be produced to produce methane......

- No, the amount of generation is too small, and it will be like the explosion of a snack just now, and it will disappear with a pop.

- What to do?

- First of all, I had to find a place where there was a lot of "organic matter" accumulating......

Ma Xiaomei thought about it for a long time, and felt that what met her requirements was only the pit.