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"I'll come back from Los Angeles tomorrow to see you, how are you doing now?"

"I'm fine, uh, I've never seen so much blood before, I was a little scared." Dolores spread out on the sofa, carefully pulled the cotton out of her nose and threw it into the trash can. The half-frozen blood inside rushed out with a rush, and it was already black and red in color, which looked extraordinarily scary.

Ellie said on the other end of the phone: "Okay, pay attention, and go to the hospital together tomorrow?"

Dolores pulled a few pieces of paper and wiped her nose carefully: "You have been working for a week, forget it, let's talk about it after a good rest."

Ellie said to her very kindly: "Oh~ you have grown up baby." Her tone was as greasy as touching her dog's head from the air.

Dolores stuck out her tongue, turned over and looked at Peter who was thrown up and down by Van Gogh.

"Then I'll come to see you when I'm done and take care of myself."

"Okay, I love you." Dolores kissed Muamua twice before hanging up the phone.

At this time, Van Gogh was 'hunting'.

"Good cat, sit down obediently—" Van Gogh jumped up on the cabinet, Peter was amazingly flexible, jumped up, lay on the ceiling like a real spider, and circled around the chandelier.

Van Gogh meowed angrily, but unfortunately he couldn't reach the ceiling when he jumped up, and he couldn't touch a corner of Peter's clothes anyway.

"Why does he hate me so much!? I didn't do anything." Peter climbed on top of Dolores, his face hurt.

He came to Dolores' house because he was curious. He saw Van Gogh in the hotel before, and the huge and fluffy figure was deeply reflected in his mind. If he was not ashamed to peep at his friend's house, Peter would definitely lie on the window edge Peep on.

Dolores leaned on the backrest and raised her head with a big smile: "Who told you to be Spiderman? No kidding. Van Gogh is a bug killer. In summer, he likes to chase flies and mosquitoes and play hunting games." .

"Stop him, I can't stay on the ceiling!" Peter said dejectedly.

Dolores made an OK gesture upwards, stood up and began to expel Van Gogh: "Go and eat your cat food, dried fish, you are so rude, Peter is a guest, not a bug." She warned him After a while, Van Gogh rolled her eyes bitterly, turned his butt towards her and walked away.

small bug!Little bugs invading the territory!

Goofy blonde pet!

"Don't call me silly blond pet! Don't call me Peter Worm either! You rude badass cat!" Dolores yelled angrily at his dismissive back.

Peter turned over lightly and jumped to the ground, barely making a sound.

"Did he really call me a bug?" Peter threw the schoolbag on the sofa to the ground and sat down.

Dolores turned around and sat down angrily, shaking her head exhaustedly: "Van Gogh's level of annoyance has risen to a new level since I can understand him—he used to roll his eyes at me at most. A few times, now I know it means 'you stupid human being'."

She spread her hands expressionlessly: "Our relationship is really touching."

Peter waved his hand: "Okay, forget about that, and show off your superpower?"

Dolores nodded and thought for a while: "Oh, this!"

She looked towards the kitchen, stared at the refrigerator, raised her left hand, and slowly flicked her fingers like playing a piano. Peter looked along, and the refrigerator opened by itself following her movements, and then there were two brownies that hadn't been opened yet. The cake slowly floats out.

"Oh!" He widened his eyes excitedly.

The two pieces of cake flew towards the living room erratically, the refrigerator door slammed shut, and Dolores gasped: "Ah, too much force." stopped.

"It's amazing! What is this? Mind fetching? Mental power!? Wonderful!" Peter looked at this in amazement, and Dolores raised her eyebrows proudly at him and said, "Wait, it's not over yet. "

She raised her other hand and stared intently at the cake in front of her, and then one of them was split into two, three, four, five, six, separated from the main body continuously, and floated neatly on the table like a line superior.

Dolores withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "Brownie dinner, how about it."

Peter kept his mouth open. He picked up one of them, couldn't control his excitement, and checked over and over again that it was a real edible cake: "It's amazing!!!! What kind of ability is this! Copy it! ! Two identical objects!!!”

"That's right, it's just that my ability is still under development, and I don't know how to present it..." Dolores took one apart, scooped it up with the attached spoon, and took a big bite. She said vaguely: "It feels very practical, doesn't it!"

"You have two abilities! And you have huge potential for growth!!"

Dolores swallowed the sip in her mouth, and asked with a puzzled head, "What? What potential is there for this? My abilities don't seem to be suitable for being a superhero and fighting villains...Peter picked it up from his schoolbag. Taking out a notebook and putting it on the table, Dolores recognized that it was his physics notebook, and asked involuntarily, "Uh...what do you want to do? "

Peter said as a matter of course: "Record the experiment."

If I ask about some experiments at this time, will it look silly, Dolores thought hesitantly.

"We want to do a simple test on your ability." Peter explained intimately, he quickly took out the ballpoint pen, pressed the tip of the pen, and made two crisp clicks.

"The first is your mental power." He decisively mixed the two words together: "The range of abilities, the strength of abilities, and the application of various forms of matter, just like you can control five or six Open the door of the refrigerator a few meters away to get the cake." He pointed to the kitchen. "But 500 meters and one kilometer will definitely not work, but why? And how far is your range, can you lift heavy things, and can manipulate solid matter, so what about liquid and gas?"

"And your ability to copy, this is complicated, you are directly copying the object itself, you are not directly copying the essence of the constituent object, and the shape of your target, is it a complete body or a part? When you When copying a small piece of a whole, can you fuse it with the body into a larger whole?"

Peter threw a lot of questions in his face at a high speed, and Dolores was stunned, her mind was blank, and she murmured with a spoon in her mouth: "I don't know, I haven't tried it... ..." In fact, she could hardly hear what he was saying...

Peter immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, put it on the coffee table and faced her, and said firmly, "These are the contents of our experiment."

Three hours later, Dolores collapsed on the sofa exhausted: "I can't continue, I can't use my ability now, I'm too tired."

Peter was lying on the coffee table and writing quickly. He didn't hear Dolores' complaints at all, but murmured excitedly to himself: "Your super power is still mainly based on the ability to copy, and the mind is relatively weak at present. Materialization? Maybe a bit stronger, but since it's super tactile and doubles the pain, it's pretty much pointless."

"Range...Ah, the range is 50 meters with yourself as the center, the target is not limited to the shape, the upper limit is about [-] kilograms..."

The open notebook was filled with two pages of hand-drawn forms, which he filled out one by one, and each box was filled to the brim with his notes.

"The capacity growth after materialization is less than 30%, which is why I say it doesn't make sense." Peter muttered, completely immersed in the data.

He picked up the pen and wrote a line, the tip of the pen and the speed of speech moved quickly, leaving a string of black characters on the snow-white paper: "Let's take a look at the following—partial copying in the whole: yes."

"Copy - cut off parts - paste and cover, and finally a whole: yes."

"Copy - Paste onto Ontology - Greater Whole: yes."

..........

Dolores just felt that she couldn't understand at all. She sat up and burped out a brownie-like burp wearily.

There were a lot of empty packing boxes piled up on the table, and together they gave off a sweet and rich chocolate smell. She felt like vomiting when she smelled this smell, and swept them all into the trash can with an ugly face.

"I won't be eating this cake and dark chocolate this year..." she murmured.Her belly is bulging, because most of the test items, that is, the cakes she copied, went into her stomach.

She retched: "It's too sweet and too greasy."

Peter still murmured quietly while recording the data as if no one else was around. Dolores got up and staggered to the kitchen and poured a cup of black coffee without sugar and milk, hoping that the strong bitter taste would take away the taste of the cake in her mouth. press down.

"Okay, that's all." Peter picked up the notebook, looked at the two or three pages full of handwriting on it, and said contentedly: "Although it's not very rigorous, but..."

Dolores has lost interest in all of these. Of course, superpowers are exciting, but once they are combined with boring data experiments, she is very helpless.

"Are these things useful to you?" She copied a cup of coffee and put it in his hand, Peter took a sip and replied quickly: "Of course! This kind of data is beneficial for you to use your own abilities correctly, such as... er , you sometimes lose or break some important things, if you can reproduce its material perfectly, you can stitch together a complete whole. Just like Iron Man smashed your apartment, you can Copy the complete wall next to it and repair it layer by layer."

He became excited while talking, put down the cup and danced and gestured: "Oh! You can record the entire copy of your apartment, and if you go camping, you can even conjure a house out of thin air in the forest! Wait! If this works, then you can also make the whole block, no! The whole of New York can be copied, if the aliens come again, you can rebuild the ruins overnight! How much trouble it will save!!"

Dolores was stunned, and stammered, trying to intervene: "I, I haven't thought about it...You're exaggerating, I, I can't even copy half of the apartment now."

Peter walked towards her firmly and grabbed her by the shoulder: "There will always be a day, you said before that your progress is very fast, you started to learn to use this ability in less than a week - think about the future!"

His brown eyes sparkled brightly: "You could be a hero!"