Chapter 233 Non-Lethal Containment

The so-called home is a two-story building located in the core area of ​​the white community, and the owners are all white.

If the owners there return to their home countries and do not come to Nairobi for a long time, some will rent out their houses.

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

But obviously Callum has the conditions to rent a house.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he can’t rent one, the Blue and White Society helped him rent one.

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

His identity as a thief and liar is true, and he has close ties with gangs in various countries, and he is also a gray intelligence dealer.

But the gangs in various countries who used him as a pawn had no idea that he was actually an intelligence agent of the Blue and White Society.

Of course, in this mission, he is a real villain...

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

"What a cute baby, what's your name?" Callum took her to visit the neighbors, and naturally attracted a welcome.

In this regard, Mo Qiong kept in mind the character setting, and after shutting up for a few seconds, he opened his pale mouth and said, "Ola..."

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

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

"I understand, ah, Ola is really obedient." When the neighbor heard it, he showed a look of understanding, thinking that he understood, and then looked at Mo Qiong with more pity.

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

Then, she became more autistic...

Callum took her to meet all the neighbors. With families with children, he talked about Ola, and with families without children, he talked about how much Ola lacked maternal love...

This guy is very talkative and fully grasps the essence of the character, which makes many people impressed by this new neighbor.

There are even single-parent female neighbors who are quite interested in Callum.

In the evening, after trying all the snacks from various families, Mo Qiong, who was taken home, noticed that Callum, the father who had a strong father and children after his wife died, had changed his face in an instant.

Callum impatiently threw Mo Qiong into the small bedroom on the second floor, locked him in the bed and said, "Why are you so autistic again! Didn't I buy you new crayons? You are going to ask for information, you know? Why don't you say a word?"

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

"Listen! When you come back from school tomorrow, go play with the kids across the street, ask them what travel plans they have recently, and then tell me!" Callum pinched Mo Qiong's face and said, "Going to school" in his mouth means sending her to the local gang for custody, giving the neighbors the illusion that she goes to school every day.

Mo Qiong's face was pinched, but her eyes were looking at the overturned drawing board and the box of crayons that were smashed.

"Speak up! If you do this again tomorrow, don't even think about painting anymore!" Seeing this, Callum pulled off a crayon drawing on the drawing board and tore it to pieces.

Mo Qiong knew very well that the drawing was of Ola's biological parents. Ola didn't dare to resist, but she never accepted her fate and always wanted to go home.

In order to prevent herself from forgetting what her parents looked like, she kept drawing, drawing non-stop.

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

"Cry... cry for me!" Yi Bo's voice sounded in the communicator.

Mo Qiong rolled her eyes inwardly, squeezed out two tears, and sobbed with a pursed mouth.

Callum pinched Mo Qiong's neck with one hand and lifted her up slightly. Although it didn't hurt at all, it still made Mo Qiong stunned. Because the force was enough to hurt a real little girl.

Then this guy stared at Mo Qiong and said, "Smile! Smile for me!"

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

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

Today he went to his neighbor's house for snacks and drinks, so he didn't even prepare dinner for Ola.

"I'm really drunk. If I cry, he will beat me, right?" Mo Qiong said.

"Hmm..." Yi Bo said in the microphone.

Mo Qiong sighed. He knew that Callum was acting, but he was still very angry. The action just now was also the instructor team clearly told him: Ola and Callum have no possibility of cooperation, and he will not help Ola in any way. He is the real enemy. If she doesn't cooperate with Callum, she will really be killed. If the force before is a little stronger, an ordinary girl can be completely broken.

If in this mission, Yi Bo announced: You were killed by Callum.

Then his score is terribly low.

"Tsk..." Mo Qiong wrinkled his nose slightly, touched his neck, and immediately crawled to the overturned drawing board.

Regardless of whether Callum's action of smashing the drawing board and crayons just now has the possibility of hinting at the containment. Or these two things are extremely important to Ola.

Mo Qiong would rush there immediately at this moment.

Picking up the torn painting, he could vaguely see the childish style of the painting, a little girl in front of a wooden house, with her parents on the left and right.

Although this style of painting made Mo Qiong completely unable to tell what Ola's parents should look like, the constant painting in Ola's character setting was to deepen his memory of his parents' appearance.

Not finding anything unusual, Mo Qiong immediately turned to pick up the drawing board and crayons.

They kissed and hugged these things, threw them around, and even scribbled on their arms with crayons, which was very funny.

Finally, Mo Qiong found something unusual: the box of crayons, which was colorful just now, suddenly turned all black.

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

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

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

Black immediately appeared on the white paper. Mo Qiong thought about spreading it, and the black suddenly spread like ink rhyme, all over the paper at once, not only on the surface, but also on the inside of the paper.

In an instant, it was no longer a white paper, but a black paper...

"It seems that it can change..." Mo Qiong thought again, and the black paper instantly became red paper again.

Then blue, white, and green came in turn. Whatever color Mo Qiong wanted to change it to, it would be that color.

Obviously, as long as he dyed it with that invisible and intangible thing, he could change the color of the material.

That piece of paper, at this moment, changed color as he wished, and it could not change the whole, but only change partially. With a variety of colors on it, it could outline the painting he imagined like a pen of his mind. Even because any color would do, Mo Qiong gradually figured out how to construct the paper into a high-resolution picture like a photo.

"What I launched should be a concept of 'color adjustment', which is an effect lock. The material locked by this color adjustment effect does not need to be in my field of vision, even if it is thousands of miles away from me, it can change color at will."

"And it can be used on yourself... Is it used to make it invisible?" Mo Qiong said, and immediately locked the effect on himself.

However, the body can indeed adjust the color at will. Unlike dyeing, this is a simple color change. In fact, there is no substance attached to the body.

The rendered color can never be washed off, and it can penetrate into the internal organs. The high resolution and the large number of color numbers can be said to include all possible colors in the world. As long as Mo Qiong is skilled enough and controls it well enough, he himself is a projector and can perform a cartoon on the wall.

If the control is better, Mo Qiong can even perform a real-life movie.

"This ability is really... useless."

At the beginning of the research, Mo Qiong still had a lot of hope. After discovering that he could adjust the color, he even thought of a series of uses, such as invisibility, such as projecting on other people's irises to deceive other people's vision.

However, as he studied step by step, Mo Qiong found that none of this could be achieved!

First of all, she couldn't make objects invisible, and couldn't make things completely "transparent". There is no such color. Unless it is optical deception, like a chameleon, it provides camouflage color.

In terms of transparency, he can only make things that are originally transparent reflect some colors, making them transparent and a little colorful, like a car window.

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

So when she demonstrated the cartoon on the wall, she was just continuously changing the color blocks of each frame on the wall, not projecting anything on it.

Even if this wall is thrown to the other side of the earth, it can still demonstrate the cartoon in Mo Qiong's mind, but she can't see it herself.

"This is just a containment object that simply controls color... and consumes physical strength..." Mo Qiong studied it for a long time and could clearly feel tired.

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

Mo Qiong rolled his eyes. This task tests the use of the containment object. The eight-year-old girl character only limits his physical fitness, but if Yi Bo said: An eight-year-old child can't control this containment object at all, you can only use it roughly.

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

Therefore, the instructor will not impose any restrictions on the use of the containment. If Mo Qiong can operate it in a fancy way, that is Mo Qiong's ability.

However, this containment itself is already extremely unfriendly.

Even if Mo Qiong operates it in a fancy way, it cannot cover up its useless nature. This thing can only tamper with the color of all things.

As for the lethality, can it turn people into pure black and absorb the sun's heat to death? This is far worse than the shadow amulet.

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

Mo Qiong had a headache, this was extremely difficult.

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

Now that the basic situation is clear, she must use the limited cards in her hand to complete the task.

"Well..."

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

She leaned in front of a small mirror in the bedroom and touched her face. In an instant, this face showed a subtle color difference change, and the whole person's appearance was slightly changed.

Her face in the mirror kept changing. Sometimes her face was pale, sometimes it was flushed, sometimes her skin was fair, sometimes it was light yellow, and sometimes it was golden.

Her pupils were sometimes azure blue, sometimes black, sometimes fairy green, and even...

When Mo Qiong opened his eyes, they turned scarlet, and three dark black jades were spinning in his pupils.

"Except for me, who knows that this is just a tampering of the color?"

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

Mo Qiong stared with a pair of terrifying eyes, his face was full of 'murderous spirit', and he had a plan in his mind.

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P.S.: Sorry.