[Comprehensive] Eternal Recorder

When Mo woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day, and there was no one in the hall, but there was a bloodstain on the ground extending from the door to the door in the corner.

Mo didn't know that the man named by Kuroro had been captured and tortured to death long ago. These bloodstains were probably the last traces left by him.

Mo stared at the bloodstains in a daze for a while, then stood up, opened the door and walked out.

She doesn't like being in small spaces.

But even sitting high on top of the garbage mountain, I could hear hoarse wailing and the crackling of things breaking from inside the hut.Occasionally, there was Wojin's deep and arrogant laughter.

Mo stared at the distance and suddenly turned his eyes to Ma Qi who appeared not far away at some point.

"The leader asked me to tell you to go down." March said expressionlessly.

Even with a deadpan face, March's attitude towards Mo is obviously much better than it was a few days ago.This must be attributed to Mo An's performance and almost cheating ability.

Mo nodded to her, "I see."

She jumped off the high shelf and landed lightly on a slightly cleaner place.It's strange to say that even though Meteor Street is full of filth, Mo has always maintained a pure white body, and there is no trace of dust on his toes.

"Aren't you going?" Mo asked back.

Ma Qi restrained the surprise very well, and appeared in front of the hut door at an extremely fast speed.

"Gather here for five days, leave Meteor Street, now, move freely." After Kuroro said this, he went up to the second floor.

The rest of the people dispersed separately. Mo looked at the people who had left, and turned his head to return to the place just now, but was stopped by Patanokla.

"Don't go too far from here." The lady who looked like a professional secretary raised her chin and looked at Mo coldly. "I don't have time to save you."

Due to the existence of the Phantom Troupe here, basically no one will approach at will.Mo as long as you stay near here, you are safe.

Mo withdrew his hand from hers, "I know."

Mo opened the door and walked out, closing the door very politely.

Patanok looked down at his hands and frowned.It is her ability to read memory through physical contact, but she didn't see anything just now, not even for a moment, as if she hadn't touched it at all.

The knight also said that when he used his ability on Mo, the antenna didn't work.His antenna also needs to be touched to take effect, so, did she use something to separate the ability?

If that's the case, she has nothing to worry about.

Patanok put down his hands, turned and walked up to the second floor.

The so-called collectibles are things that are taken out for viewing when you are interested, and thrown aside when you are not interested.Grab it if you want it, throw it away if you don’t want it, this is very in line with the way of thinking of Meteor Street people.

It was the first time to collect living animal collections. Kuroro felt that he had raised a bird that didn't need to be fed and caressed. Although it was a little quiet, it saved worry and effort.

Maybe...it was too quiet.

Kuroro raised his head from the book, looked at the black-haired back in the distance through the window, and thought with some depression, pets that are too worry-free always make people feel unfulfilled.

He put down to read.

Mo felt another not unfamiliar aura appearing beside him, turned his head, glanced at him, and then turned his head to look at the massacre below.

Yes, it is massacre.

A group of people fell one after another under the pursuit of the masked short man. From this angle, the God's perspective without sound is simply like a pass video of an online game.

But that's not it.

The wound was real, the blood shed was real, the life lost was real, and the violence and cruelty with which the man stabbed the weapon in his hand without hesitation was also real.

Kuroro followed her gaze and said suddenly.

"Feel cruel?"

Before Mo could answer, he continued talking by himself.

"You don't seem to be interested in everything. Whether it's murder or torture, nothing seems to touch you. If it weren't for these eyes," he pinched Mo's chin with his hands and turned her face away, forcing her Looking at myself, "If it weren't for these clean eyes, I would have thought you were from Meteor Street."

Mo looked into his eyes calmly, until his upturned neck felt sore, then he broke free from the bondage and turned his head, but answered irrelevantly, "I don't like people asking about established facts."

And cruelty, she has seen too much.The world she lived in might not be as stark as this one, but it was just as dark.Since human nature has not changed and will not change, such darkness is a common fact no matter where it is, no matter how many times it is put on a gorgeous and high-sounding coat, it is the same.

After a pause, she said, "If you want to know anything, you can just ask. I don't like charades."

Wayward critters.Chrollo smiled slightly.But honestly cute.

"Then why did you appear on Meteor Street?"

"It's because of a person's ability." Mo raised his left wrist and gestured to him, where it was already wrapped in bandages, forming a straightforward camouflage like the inverse cross on Kuroro's forehead, "similar to Nian. He The ability is to teleport."

Mo's statement immediately aroused Kuroro's interest.

"Can you describe it in detail? About that ability."

"This kind of ability is a special ability in that world. It is equivalent to the Nian here. There is no distinction between strength and weakness, and everyone's ability is not repeated. The determinants of ability development probably include family genetics, strong external stimuli, Personal desires, etc. There are very few people who are gifted with ability.”

"If you're curious about that world, I can tell you more. But it's meaningless. Because apart from his ability and unknown factors with extremely small probability, there is no way or method to reach that world."

Kuroro covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Then what is your ability?"

Mo glanced at him, "I've said it before, I don't like to play charades with others. Now that you know it, don't ask me any more."

Kurolo Luxilu, Mo decided to put this name together with Lin Ziqing, and put it in the front row of the list of haters in his heart, because the two of them also like to repeatedly ask some boring facts with known results.

"It seems to be the case. You can accurately answer everyone's questions, whether they are people from the brigade or just met, or even not met. But the day before yesterday, Wojin asked you where there is someone who can fight , your answer is 'the possibility of appearing in the second street tomorrow is relatively high', it seems that your ability does not include the future... Knowing all the things that have happened, such an ability is really..." Ku Luoluo waved his hand After flipping through the pages, the thief's cheat book was handed over to Mo, "Try it."

Mo raised his hand and pressed it.As expected, nothing happened.

There was a trace of regret on Kuroro's expression.

"Where is the "History of the Rise and Fall of the Warren Empire"?"

"The second bookshelf from the left, the ninth upside down in the third row. The cover has been changed, it's "The Third Date."

Kuroro rubbed his chin, "No wonder I couldn't find..."