Abnormality comes, my right hand peels off everything

After flying away from the nearby community, Mo Zhou returned invisibly and took the mother and son on the rooftop away.

At this time, there were already police nearby to maintain order, and the investigation team was not far away.

Fortunately, no one noticed the disappearance of the mother and son, but it was only a matter of time.

As long as this matter was discovered, the investigation team would definitely be able to quickly detect that Li Liang might have something abnormal.

So now Mo Zhou has no time to boil the frog in warm water, and needs to get down to business quickly.

After occupying a house as usual, Mo Zhou slapped the mother and son who were knocked unconscious by him and blocked their mouths.

This time, the woman did not make a mumbling sound as usual, which made Mo Zhou very satisfied.

But some people were obviously not so honest.

"Let me go! The stinky bitch Zhinu can follow you, I am obviously more useful than her!

There is a positioning device in my mecha. If I lose consciousness, the Ge Yihui will definitely send someone over. I don't want to make a big deal!"

The middle-aged man's nonsense kept coming out of the ice, which made Mo Zhou spend a lot of effort to cover up his tracks.

Moreover, flying back and forth with a pile of ice sculptures made his mental strength a little exhausted.

Facts have proved that people with high IQs are not necessarily good brains.

The other party is obviously not as self-aware as the paper girl.

Fortunately, the paper girl has been locked up in another room by bones, otherwise the previous sentence alone can trigger a big fight.

Listening to the other party's endless mouth cannon, Mo Zhou was a little irritated.

However, the word "mecha" mentioned by this "robot" also let him know a key information.

This thing is not like the robot he imagined at the beginning, but a humanoid mecha similar to the foreign Iron Man, but the style is not a little bit worse.

With this information, Mo Zhou's interest in this mecha dropped sharply.

Judging from the battle just now, even if this thing is given to him to wear, there will be no qualitative improvement.

His own ice and fire abilities cannot be used across a confined space, and there are bones and telekinesis ropes in terms of strength and mobility. Even this mecha is two meters tall and can't wear an invisible raincoat.

And the paper girl also said that it cannot be mass-produced, so this iron shell is most likely a derivative of the opponent's characteristics.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Mo Zhou was not going to talk nonsense with the opponent.

Controlling the ice crystal to open a palm-sized opening, Mo Zhou's right hand touched the back of the mecha.

In order to prevent the mecha from accidentally turning into a pile of melted liquid metal and killing the opponent, he turned the power of the peeling hand to the maximum right away.

But even in the extreme peeling state of five times per second, Mo Zhou still took three seconds to peel off the iron shell.

"This, what kind of ability is this?! What did you do to my mecha?!"

The middle-aged man in the ice block just watched his mecha suddenly rust, the screen suddenly shattered, until it disappeared in front of his eyes as if it was disassembled out of thin air, and he immediately screamed in panic.

This mecha is the hard work he has devoted for nearly a month!

Seeing the mecha disappear, Mo Zhou raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, took away most of the ice crystals, and only froze the opponent's limbs.

At the same time, he also saw a strange metal part in the other party's hand.

Although he couldn't see the whole picture, he knew that since the peeling hand did not default to judging this thing as part of the mecha, it was most likely the abnormal item.

Looking at the shivering Mediterranean middle-aged man, Mo Zhou said:

"Mecha is not something you need to care about. What you need to care about now is your life.

I don't want to say anything else. First, explain the information about this space anomaly and the situation of the Ge Yihui clearly."

As he said, he controlled the telekinesis rope to search the other party's mobile phone, but found nothing valuable except a draft book full of various formulas.

"Where is your mobile phone?"

"Who wears a mecha and carries a mobile phone? I must have left it in my hotel."

Unfortunately, Mo Zhou didn't have time to go to the other party's hotel again, so he had to continue the torture of intelligence just now.

After seeing the effect of [Injury-free Fruit Knife], this unruly guy decisively chose to admit defeat.

"Okay, okay, okay, I say okay, but you have to promise me to join your organization afterwards."

"Oh, don't worry about that. If Paper Girl can join, you can definitely join, but the premise is that your information should not be wrong.

Otherwise, if Paper Girl doesn't match, death will become your luxury."

After saying this, Mo Zhou turned on the recording on his phone and called Beni, then turned to Paper Girl's room.

Mo Zhou looked at the woman who was staring at Bone, and said straight to the point:

"Paper Girl, that person has already begun to confess the information, now I will give you another chance.

If there are any mistakes or omissions in the information you confessed before, you'd better remember it now."

This is a very simple prisoner's dilemma:

After the two prisoners are separated, they will worry whether the other party will betray them for the opportunity to get a commutation of sentence, and thus take the initiative to confess more facts.

But the paper girl's reaction was unexpectedly open-minded:

"Except for the principled issues I mentioned at the beginning, I have explained everything that should be explained, and it is absolutely true to my cognitive level.

If you don't believe me, just think that I am unlucky, but you have to give me a chance to end my life."

Hearing this, Mo Zhou stared into the paper girl's eyes for a few seconds, then turned and left.

An hour later, the middle-aged man's intelligence was roughly explained, which was roughly the same as the paper girl's, but he mentioned the abnormal characteristics of some members of their branch.

"Hey... this, are you satisfied now? Can you let me go?"

"Of course."

Even though Mo Zhou used fire to warm him up, the middle-aged man was already a little hypothermic at this moment, his lips were purple and his face was pale.

Mo Zhou took back the ice crystal, and the middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed the kettle beside him, but saw an ice blade flashing in Mo Zhou's hand.

Puff--

In the other party's stunned eyes, a wisp of flame wrapped him up, and Mo Zhou walked towards the terrified mother and son, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

He never did things that were twice as good as half the result.

Now time is urgent, not to mention that there is no time to interrogate the details of the intelligence in an hour, just carrying this burden will consume energy, and he has to re-establish his prestige.

Besides, with this person in the team, the paper girl's already surrendered mind might become active, so why should he find work for himself?

"Sorry, the user you dialed is on the phone, please call again later."

Seeing that the other party hung up the phone, Mo Zhou threw the phone to Beni directly:

"Keep calling, and send a text message by the way, until the other party picks up."

After doing this, Mo Zhou took out an iron box and put away the middle-aged man's abnormal items.

This thing is a metal clockwork. The middle-aged man did not explain the specific characteristics before. Obviously, he also wanted to learn from the paper girl to keep a hand. He just said that the people in the branch called him [Dr. Clockwork].

Although the starting point is the same, the other party does not have enough chips.

Even if he doesn't die, Mo Zhou can still get the thing.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you full or what? Are you going to stop making a few calls?!"

Just at this time, Beni's third call finally got through, and she held the phone in her two front paws and handed it to Mo Zhou.

Mo Zhou glanced at the mother and son, walked to another room, and said to the phone:

"To make a long story short, your family members are in good health now, but you only have 20 minutes to come over, and I don't know whether they will still be healthy when the time comes.

Also, I don't want anyone else to know about this except you and me."

After that, Mo Zhou hung up the phone, took a photo of the mother and son, and sent it via MMS along with the address of the community one kilometer away.