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

If the head of the household there returns to China and does not come to Nairobi for a long time, some will rent out the house.

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

But obviously Callum has this condition and rents a building.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he can’t rent it. Lanbai Society helped him rent it.

Yes, Mo Qiong could see at once that the character Callum was an outsider.

The identity of his thief and liar is real, and he has a close relationship with gangs from various countries. It is also real that he acts as a gray intelligence dealer.

But the gangs of various countries who treat him as a pawn have no idea that he is actually an intelligence officer of the Blue and White Society.

Of course, in this mission, he is a real bad guy...

And Mo Qiong... the first step is to get rid of his control.

"What a cute baby, what's your name?" Callum led her to visit her neighbors, which naturally attracted a lot of welcome.

In this regard, Mo Qiong kept his character in mind, and after autism for a few seconds, he gently started and said palely: "Ola..."

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

Callum also had superb acting skills, his eyes were slightly dark, and he touched Mo Qiong's head and said, "After my wife passed away, Ola became much more obedient..."

"I understand, ah, Ola is so obedient." When the neighbor heard this, he showed a look of a silence. He thought he understood, and then looked at Moqiong with a little more pity.

Mo Qiong was speechless: You will understand what you understand...

Then, she became even more autistic...

Callum led her to know her neighbors all the time, and talked about Euler with a family with children, and talked about Euler's lack of maternal love with a family without children...

This guy is very talkative and has completely grasped the essence of the character, which impressed many people with this new neighbor.

There are even female neighbors with single parents who are very interesting to Callum.

In the evening, after tasting all the snacks from various families, Moqiong, who was taken home, noticed that the wife of Callum passed away. The face of a strong fatherly child changed instantly.

Callum impatiently threw Mo Qiong into the second floor and said, "Why are you so autistic again? Didn't I buy you a new crayon? Do you know what to say? Why don't you say a word?"

He stared at Mo Qiong, suddenly grabbed a box of unopened crayons placed on a drawing board in the bedroom, and smashed them hard on the ground.

"Listen! When you come back from school tomorrow, you go play with the children from the opposite family, ask them what their family has recently travel plans, and then tell me!" Callum said, pinching Mo Qiong's face. The school he said was sent to the local gang for custody, and the illusion that she would go to school every day to give her the illusion.

Mo Qiong was pinched with his face, but his eyes looked at the overturned drawing board and the box of crayons that were thrown away.

"Speak! If you do this tomorrow, don't think about drawing in the future!" Seeing this, Callum directly pulled off a pair of crayons on the drawing board and tore it to pieces.

Mo Qiong knew very well that the painting was about Euler's biological parents. Euler dared not resist, but she never accepted her fate and always wanted to find her home.

In order to avoid forgetting what his parents looked like, he kept drawing and painting.

Crayons and drawing boards are her only requirements for cooperating with Callum.

"Cry...Cry!" Yibo's voice sounded from the contactor.

Mo Qiong rolled his eyes in his heart, squeezed out two tears, and his mouth slapped.

Callum directly grabbed Mo Qiong's neck with one hand and lifted her up slightly. Although it didn't hurt at all, he still confused Mo Qiong because the force was enough to hurt a real little girl.

I saw this guy glaring at Mo Qiong and saying, "Smile! Smile!"

Mo Qiong stared at Callum, and his little red face showed a very stiff smile.

Callum snorted, let go of his hand and walked out of the bedroom, and locked the door.

Today I went to the home for snacks and drinks, so he saved even the preparation of dinner for Ora.

"I'm so drunk. As long as I cry, he will hit me, right?" Mo Qiong said.

"Hmm..." Yi Bo said in Mili.

Mo Qiong sighed. He knew that Callum was acting, but he was still very angry. The instructor group clearly told him what he did just now: Euler and Callum had no possibility of cooperation, and he would not help Euler at all. He was a real enemy. If he did not cooperate with Callum, she would really be killed. The previous strength was even greater, and an ordinary girl could be completely twisted off her neck.

If you are announced by Yibo during this mission: You are killed by Callum.

Needless to say, his rating is terriblely low.

"Tsk..." Mo Qiongqiong wrinkled slightly, touched her neck, and immediately crawled towards the overturned drawing board.

Whether Callum's move to hit the painting board and crayon just now, there is a possibility of reminding the storage, or these two things are extremely important to Euler.

Mo Qiong must pounce there as soon as possible.

Picking up the torn painting, you can vaguely see the tender style of painting. A little girl is in front of a wooden house, one on the left and one on the right, respectively.

Although this style made Mo Qiong unable to see what Euler’s parents should look like, the constant paintings in Euler’s character are deepening their memory of their parents’ appearance.

No abnormality was found, Mo Qiong immediately turned to the drawing board and crayons.

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

Finally, Mo Qiong discovered the abnormality: the box of crayons was colorful just now, but suddenly they were all black.

"Crayons..." Mo Qiong hurriedly scribbling the crayons on the paper, and tried each pen, and finally he found the shelter.

"This feeling..." Mo Qiong held one of the brushes and suddenly felt that his consciousness could affect external objects. This was the first time he had this wonderful feeling. Obviously, if the containment object was held in his hand, he could use some effect.

Mo Qiong locked on a piece of white paper in front of him, and was moved by his thoughts and immediately felt that he had launched an invisible and qualitative "thing" onto the paper.

Black immediately appeared on the white paper. Mo Qiong thought about spreading, and the black suddenly spread like ink, and suddenly spread throughout the whole piece of paper. It couldn't help but look like this, and even the inside of the paper became black.

In an instant, it was not a piece of white paper, but a piece of black paper...

"It seems that it can change..." Mo Qiong moved his mind again, and the black paper instantly turned into red paper again.

Then blue, white, and green came in turn, and Mo Qiong wanted to turn it into whatever color it was.

Obviously, as long as he is dyed with something invisible and intangible, he can change the color of matter.

The paper changes colors according to his wishes at this moment, and it can not change as a whole, but only change partially. The combination of multiple colors on it can outline the paintings he imagined like a pen of his heart, and even because of any color, Mo Qiong gradually found a picture that constructed the paper into a high-resolution picture like a photo.

"What I should emit is a concept of 'color tuning', which is an effect locked. The substance locked by this color tuning effect can change the color at will without needing to be in my field of vision, even if it is thousands of miles away from me."

"And can you use it to yourself... is it used to be invisible?" Mo Qiong said, immediately locking in the effect on himself.

However, the body can adjust color as it pleases. Unlike dyeing, this is a simple color change, and essentially no matter is attached to the body.

The rendered colors cannot be washed away even if they die. They can penetrate deep into the internal organs, and have a high resolution and a large number of colors, which can be said to cover all possible colors in the world. As long as Mo Qian is skilled enough and controls well enough, he himself is a projector and can perform an animation on the wall.

If you control it better, Mo Qiong can even perform a live-action movie.

"This ability is really...small."

At the beginning of the research, Mo Qiong still had a lot of hope. After discovering that it could be adjusted, he even made up a series of uses, such as invisibility, projecting other people's iris, and deceiving others' vision.

However, as he studied it step by step, Mo Qiong found that nothing could be achieved!

First of all, she cannot make objects invisible, and cannot make things completely "transparent". There is no such color. Unless it is optically deceived, it provides camouflage colors like a chameleon.

In terms of transparency, at most, it makes things that are originally transparent reflect some colors, making them both transparent and slightly colored, just like car glass windows.

This containment controls the "color", not the light. Even if he changes the color of the light, it is only temporary, because the light is always moving, and the light at this moment is not the light at the next moment.

So she demonstrated cartoons on the wall, just constantly changing the color blocks of every frame on the wall, not projecting anything on it.

Even if she threw this wall to the other end of the earth, it could still demonstrate cartoons under Mo Qiong's imagination, but she couldn't see it herself.

"This is a containment that simply controls colors... and also consumes physical strength..." Mo Qiong studied it for a long time and could obviously feel tired.

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

Mo Qiong rolled his eyes. This task tests the use of shelter. The eight-year-old girl's personality only limits her physical fitness. But if Yi Bo says: An eight-year-old child cannot control this shelter at all, you can only use it roughly.

Then the whole task is nonsense and completely loses the meaning of confrontation.

Therefore, instructors will not place any restrictions on the function of the containment. Mo Qiong can operate the flowers, which is Mo Qiong's ability.

However, the containment itself is already extremely unfriendly.

Even if Moqian operates the flower, it cannot cover up its useless nature. This thing can only tamper with the color of all things.

As for lethality, can it turn people into pure black and absorb sunlight and heat to death? This is far from the shadow amulet.

"Things without lethality... plus my weak body."

Mo Qiong is very troublesome, it is extremely difficult.

However, he was not afraid of any challenges and lay on the ground thinking silently.

Now that the basic plan is clear, she must use the limited cards at hand to complete the task.

"Um……"

Suddenly, Mo Qiong turned over flexibly and sat up from the ground.

She leaned over to a small mirror in the bedroom and touched her face. In an instant, the face had a detailed color difference, and her appearance changed slightly.

In the mirror, she kept changing her face, her little face sometimes turned white, sometimes blushing, her skin sometimes turned white and sometimes pale yellow, and even her whole body was golden.

Its pupils are sometimes blue, sometimes black, sometimes fairy green, even...

When Mo Qiong opened his eyes, his eyes turned scarlet, and there were three dark black magma in his pupils.

"Who knows this is just a tampering with the color except me?"

"What I hold is the 'strongest in the history' confinement mission."

Mo Qiong stared at his terrifying eyes, his face full of "evil energy" and he had a plan in his mind.

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Chapter completed!