It Won't Hurt to Scrape Again when It's All over to Terra.

After breakfast, Misha came to the tool room and took out the cleaning tools. Since there is no way to help everyone at Penguin Logistics outside, at least during the day when the bar is closed, help everyone clean the house.

In terms of cleanliness, Misha is much better than these armed messengers of Penguin Logistics, and the recent improvement in the bar environment is the best proof.

Because she is still too short, it is difficult to clean up to some high places, but Misha still tried her best to overcome the difficulties. The table, counter, chairs, windows, and the ground have been cleaned on the first floor and then the second floor.

Misha did it very carefully, because it could make her feel that she was not a white rice eater, and she could concentrate on the cleaning process, which could make her feel better.

However, all the cleaning work was quickly completed under Misha's increasingly skilled movements, and the bar itself, which was not very dirty because of Misha's daily cleaning, can now be called spotless.

"Oh, I don't know what to do."

With that in mind, Misha walked back to her bedroom.

The room was still as simple as it was, but there were many more small objects that belonged only to Misha, a small mirror, a small water cup that was specially bought for her, and Mo Qi's clothes in the closet were taken away by him, and now the closet is also full of Mischa's stuff.

There are several books on the desk with colorful covers, which seem to be very popular with children, but Misha just felt helpless when she saw these books.

Why is it a children's storybook?

And it's still "A Collection of Usaus Fairy Tales and Fables"... There are a lot of content in it that Misha is familiar with and can no longer be familiar with, even if it is replaced by the fairy tales of the Yan Kingdom...

It seems that it is useless for Mo Qi to take care that Misha is the "taste of hometown" specially chosen by the Ursasians.

But now there is nothing and nothing else to do, Misha still picked up the book and flipped through it.

I can't stand it, fairy tales are so beautiful compared to reality.

Misha, who has seen reality, can't see this dreamy beauty.

It's great that everyone is living happily together in the finale.

It would be great if I was also a character in a fairy tale...

Father, mother, brother...

The eye sockets are a little hot, and the nose is also a little sore, no one sees... It's okay to be a little weak, right?

Misha sniffed, but still didn't let the tears slip from her eyes, she reached out and wiped away the tears.

The current self is exactly the same as the young self who saw his mother and brother being dragged away and turned to hide in his own house.

After so many years, I still haven't changed at all, I just run away, and then I cry after watching the tragedy happen.

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After calming down a little, Misha didn't want to open those fairy tale books anymore, so she put the books in the drawer.

Let's do something to divert my attention, but it seems that I have already done everything I can. Mr. Mo said that he should not touch some fragile things. He just does some cleaning. Where else can he help? Are you busy?

Misha walked out of the room, thinking about making herself more useful, when her eyes suddenly saw the workshop next to her bedroom.

Misha's eyes lit up. She had never been in this place. Mr. Mo said that this is where he researched and made things. Maybe it was messy. Inside the workshop, all kinds of raw materials, leftovers and tools were thrown on the ground.

Let me help you clean up?

Going to the tool room again to take out the cleaning tools, Misha stood in front of the workshop.

"How do I get in?" Misha didn't see the door handle or the like. There was a lock with an orange light ring on the door, which seemed to require authentication to enter.

Misha didn't know what to do, so she put her hand on the iron door with common sense and exerted a little force.

The imaginary motion did not appear, and the door was pushed open under Misha's slight force.

Not locked.

"Mr. Mo forgot to lock the door? Well, let me help you clean up here."

The room was not quite what Misha had imagined. To her disappointment, it was unexpectedly clean. I mean, it was much cleaner than Misha had imagined.

Placed in an orderly manner, the ground was just a little dusty and was cleaned up quickly.

No matter how you organize it, it can only achieve the icing on the cake. Misha, who has nothing to do, wiped her sweat and began to be curious about the only room in the whole bar that she had never been in.

The innermost computer room was blocked by glass, and the coolness on the glass told Misha that the temperature inside was very low to ensure that the server would not overheat. On one side was a monitoring station, and Misha could see the street view monitoring outside, as well as the inside of the store. The closed-circuit monitoring is all invisible cameras installed by Moqi.

On the other side is the manufacturing area. There are many high-end manufacturing machines. Misha did not dare to move, for fear of breaking something and bothering Mr. Mo.

However, Misha noticed that in the corner of the manufacturing area, in addition to the closed cabinets, there were many, many guns, including charge guns, hand guns, and assault guns.Misha had never seen such a number of guns, so she just randomly placed them in boxes and piled them in the corners.

Most of the guns are of the same style, unlike a few unique and impressive guns on the exhibition wall next to the monitoring station.

Is it made by Mr. Mo?Misha took out a gun from the box, followed Mo Qi's style and held it in her hand, doing a crappy aiming posture.

It's so light and small that it's not too difficult for me to hold it in my hand. This kind of weapon... It seems that ordinary people can master it very quickly, and it can take a person's life with the slightest pull of the trigger.

If... if I had this in my hand at the time, would I watch my mother and brother leave me?

Misha stared at the handgun in her hand, stunned.

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There is a tutorial in the evening, so it can't be too late to post an update.

Code words every day, the scene photos taken at the Man Show have not been late, and the only one that has been repaired and exported is the picture before the repair.

I? ? ? ? , I have closed PS, you tell me Bai Xiu

Now I don't dare to reply that I'm not online even after being urged to do so.

Get some pics tonight

So that's it, I'm going out for English tuition in a while.

By the way, it's not good to be banned every day...the picture that won't be blocked on the whole time, right?

So see you tomorrow?

Section 98 059. A step forward

Playing with the handgun in her hand, Misha felt like a child who got a favorite toy, and she couldn't put it down. She took out both the assault gun and the assault gun, and found that the gun she first held in her hand was the best. , even if you actually don't know what "smoothly" feels like.

"Well... put it back in a while... put it back in a while, really." I told myself that this is not something that belongs to me. I can't take it away if I touch it. I have to return it in good condition before leaving.

I don't know if it was because of the desire for power that emerged in my heart before, Misha was actually reluctant to put this handgun back in the box.

"what are you doing?"

"Alas!"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, and she was touched behind her without anyone noticing, and Misha, who was startled, raised her gun subconsciously towards her back.

"It's dangerous, guns or something."

The voice was a little helpless, one hand stretched out, grabbed the body of the gun, and forced the muzzle up with Misha's irresistible strength.

"Okay Misha, open your eyes."

Misha closed her eyes because she was frightened, and only opened her eyes when she heard this familiar voice after she calmed down.

Mo Qi stood in front of her.

Ahhh...caught.

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"Sit down and drink some water."

Others in the workshop could not provide water, and there was still water. Mo Qi poured a glass of warm water for Misha, who was sitting beside her at a loss, and then sat beside her.

The handgun that Misha was holding at that time was placed by Mo Qi's hand at this time.

"I want to help clean the room... Anyway, thank you for your kindness."

Mo Qi first agreed with Misha's motives, and then changed the conversation: "The rest is okay to say, next time you must remember, never point the gun at your own people, don't make sure you want to shoot, don't put your finger on the trigger, no matter what. There are bullets in there, that matters."

"...won't you blame me?"

"Huh? It's okay, after all, it's out of good intentions, and it's far from the point of doing bad things with good intentions. It doesn't matter."

"I mean messing with your stuff." Misha pointed to the handgun on the table.

Mo Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, picked up the gun on the table and said, "You mean this... It's really not very important to be able to pile up in the corner, but it is true that children are messing around with guns. It's very dangerous, and I have to warn you."

"But since just now, you have been staring at it from time to time, like it?" Mo Qi noticed a little desire in Misha's eyes.

Because it's a fact, there's nothing to hide, Misha nodded.

To Misha's surprise, after she nodded, Mo Qi handed her the handgun in his hand.

"This is..." "Take it, I'm just borrowing you a little to play, okay?"

He took it silently, but this time Misha didn't hold it like before.

"Why would you be interested in this? I thought girls at this age would like cute things, infected or not."

Misha sighed after hearing this, but this time was also an opportunity to have a good conversation.

"I'm not too young, Mr. Mo, not all girls like dolls and fairy tale books... At least I don't like them now."

Misha looked at the gun in her hand, feeling the unique coldness, and her voice lowered: "I just... want to be stronger and more useful."

"You are longing for power, but you don't need to worry." Mo Qi touched her head and said.

"When I was very young, my father, my mother and my younger brother were all infected with ore disease... I was the only one who didn't have it. My younger brother was taken away by the Integration Movement, my mother was dragged out by the hair of the Usaus military police, my father did not know The whereabouts... and I can't do anything, I can only hide in the cabinet and cover my mouth and try not to make a sound."

Misha's fingers lightly stroked the anti-slip particles on the handgun's grip, and continued: "I've seen Mr. Mo use a gun weapon, and the trigger can cause damage with a single pull. It's amazing. If I could be like Mr. Mo at that time, I would Can you save your mother? Can you save your brother?"

"If you can be like me, of course you can, but you can't, Misha." Mo Qi said the reality.

"Even if you are armed with guns, you are just a kid with a powerful weapon. You will be scared and won't be able to pull the trigger, your weapon will be taken away because you are weak, and you will be drowned in the enemy's follow-up offensive because you don't have enough planning. "

"Consciousness, physique, resourcefulness, strength is not as simple as you think."

Misha was stunned after hearing this: "How could this be..."

Can't you do anything in the end?

"Let the weapon improve your strength, not rely on the weapon to become stronger. Uh... It's a bit of a twist, it's the difference between icing on the cake and giving help in the snow, can you understand?"

"Yes..." Because Mo Qi's words came to his senses, but Misha's desire to become stronger did not dissipate: "However, I want to become stronger, I want to make changes, and I don't want to be stagnant, what should I do? ?"