Chapter 351: What level 5 mutants? Our level 5 mutants in China have no shadow yet~

Misaka's flying carpet finally stopped in front of the community where I live. When we jumped off the flying carpet, she pinched the flat iron plate and turned it into a basketball-sized scrap iron and threw it into the trash can.

"Well, this community looks pretty good."

Misaka walked, looking around and nodding his head to comment.

Yes, it is a boutique community after all. Although it is not as good as the high-rise floating platform, it is also a dream for ordinary white-collar workers to buy a house here.

Although I bought a small apartment, with this house and my pure-hearted iron duke, I can also change my girlfriend a week by stopping at the gate of an art school.

Although I said that, Misaka didn't react much. While continuing to observe the residential community, he casually replied: "Yes, yes, a gold-worshiping girl is crazy every week. You are such a righteous friend and a nightmare for mother-in-law."

...

When I passed by the entrance of the community with Misaka, the face scanner at the main entrance did not forget my heroic posture. After a ticking prompt, the green light lit up. The security guard standing next to the scanner was a little vigilant. He pressed his hands on the control end and checked the information to confirm my safety, but in the end he did not jump in front of me to intercept it. Let's say that he saved his life.

I took Misaka and walked on the path surrounded by green shade in the community for a while, and then I arrived at the entrance of the building. The small apartment I bought was on the corner of the three floors of this building, surrounded by several two-bedroom and three-bedroom rooms on the same floor, like a clown for people to appreciate...

I took Misaka and walked up the stairs. When I reached the third floor, I saw a young old lady in a ua-clothed T-shirt in the corridor, with her snow-white head neatly placed behind her head, and was walking out step by step with her crutches.

When I saw me, the little old lady looked shocked and turned into a bright smile after a moment.

"Isn't this Xiao Wang? I haven't seen you for a long time?"

...Faced with such a passionate old man, I feel bluntly: Who of you may cause her to get myocardial infarction?

However, I really don't remember that there was such an old lady in my mind.

However, she didn't mind my silence. Her smile was still hanging on her face. She walked over a few steps, looked up at me, and nodded vigorously: "It's good to come back."

Then he left, leaving behind an extremely chic and slender back.

Misaka smiled beside him: "What a passionate neighbor."

It’s so nonsense, right? It’s simply inexplicable. No wonder I got a 10% discount when I bought a house. It turned out that there was such a bad neighbor.

"...According to your algorithm, housing prices should be calculated based on negative numbers in areas with a radius of 100 kilometers."

While speaking, I arrived at my doorstep. The electronic lock faithfully executed the instructions I used my second ability to set up: "Don't open the door if anyone tells me."

This time, there is a new instruction: I am back.

The door automatically opened inward, and a complex smell of mixed smell came to my face. Misaka, who was standing at the door, changed his face: "Omer?"

You girl, Bu...why should you go ventilate quickly?

As I said that, I stepped into the room first, opened the windows of the living room and bedroom, and the curtains slid off a mass of dust. It seemed like a sandstorm was scraped in the room.

I haven't returned for a year and I forgot to fire the dust removal mode when I left, but the result is now.

Misaka sighed helplessly at the door, and the bangs on his forehead began to emit light. Slight currents began to flow everywhere in the house. Wherever he passed, dust was like a stream flowing into the sea, and was involuntarily absorbed. Finally, as the current merged into a huge ball of dirt, hovering in the living room, Misaka turned around and found the trash can in the kitchen. He pointed his hand and the garbage ball flew in, making a creepy noise.

In this way, although the room still seemed dull, it was not too dirty.

"Oh, fortunately, I learned this trick when I was a child. What should you do?"

Misaka shrugged, hugged the final work, and sat carefully on the sand, as if something like bloody feces was stained under her buttocks.

"Go to find your cash as soon as possible, the child is about to starve to death."

When I was about to go to the bedroom to search for cash, I lay on the sand and muttered, "Misaka Misaka wants to eat this kind of noodles..."

Then, she pointed at the instant noodles bucket that long ago, Feng Yin ate most of the time, and only the remaining soup was left. After more than a year of fermentation, she successfully upgraded to a instant noodles bucket with a look of anticipation.

...Okay, drink the rest and let me observe the physiological reactions carefully. Maybe you can upgrade your gene chain and become an instant noodle hero.

Misaka glared at me, then said warmly: "That's junk food, it's better to eat less."

"But... Misaka Misaka remember that in the advertisement, everyone's expressions were very intoxicated when eating noodles. Misaka Misaka was stating some of the memories instilled in the cultivation tank, but she could no longer control her drooling."

Misaka hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist the dog-like gaze of the final work, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, just eat noodles."

Fortunately, there was nothing else in the kitchen, but the instant noodles were piled up in boxes, with a long shelf life and it was edible at this time. I took out a glass bowl, put the dough seasonings and cold water, stirred it, and threw it to Misaka. Misaka put it in his hand and heated it electromagnetically. In a moment, a seductive fragrance spread throughout the house.

The final work's eyes never left the noodle bowl, and saliva really flowed from the corner of her mouth. She subconsciously sucked, while muttering softly: "Oh oh oh, it's really instant noodles, Misaka Misaka finally saw the real thing."

A rare and weird clone.

However, this sentence somehow touched Mikoto-chan's g-spot, making her eyes turn red and she almost burst into tears. I said, "What disease are you doing?"

Misaka forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just think this child is so pitiful."

...Hey, the final work over there, have you used the magic trick to poison Mikoto-chan's IQ?

Misaka quickly spoke to her: "No, I just feel it."

As for the final work, I seemed to have never heard us speak at all. I took a plastic fork and fought desperately with instant noodles. The soup flew around and felt like I felt very happy from time to time.

"Woo... It's so delicious, Misaka Misaka feels extremely happy that he can eat such delicious food."

Misaka touched the final work's head while sighing: "Did you see it? Just eating a bowl of instant noodles can make her so happy..."

What's wrong with me? Look at her eating, can you get full? Forget it, don't talk nonsense, there is still instant noodles, do you want to eat it?

"...Okay, please make a bowl for me."

While talking, she reached out to release the electric current and turned on the TV.

This copycat appliance that was included when buying a house was only a few months old and ended up in a state of dying life. However, it was wrapped in waves of current, and it was actually swung horizontally, reflecting a clear image.

There was a news program on TV. I remember that more than a year ago, Feng Yin and I were sitting in the living room. I generously donated money and invited him to eat instant noodles. As a result, a news on TV made him spit it out without hesitation.

At this time, it was still the news channel, but the news column at this time was almost all occupied by the disaster that was born in the Vatican yesterday.

"According to the news that our reporter returned in Rome, EPU's cleaning of the battlefield ruins and rescue work have continued tensely. It is estimated that the number of casualties is about two million, of which more than one million are dead. The cause of the disaster is still under investigation. However, according to witnesses, the life of the disaster was caused by the impact of several mutants on the battle. The identity of the mutants is still unclear. There are reports that there are shadows of Chinese people in it..."

Speaking of this, I heard Misaka sigh in the kitchen, and then the TV changed the channel. Unfortunately, the Vatican War has been too popular recently, and the content of the next program is still the same.

"If the problem of mutants cannot be solved in one day, the safety of our ordinary human life will not be truly guaranteed in one day."

Click, change another one.

"As we all know, Elder Sun is a very devout believer in the Cross Church. What is Elder Sun's comment on the disaster of being born in the Vatican?"

"The Lord is punishing all of us for the original sin"

Click, Misaka simply turned off the TV.

So I hurriedly ran over with instant noodles mixed with hot water and reached out to turn on the TV.

Mikoto-chan, don't make trouble, I just want to hear what Elder Sun wants to say.

“…Are you so bored?”

I nodded very sincerely: Yes.

Mikoto Chan lamented, no longer stubborn, let me turn on the TV and increase the volume.

Unfortunately, Elder Sun's joke has ended. He probably took over his magical powers and followed the footsteps of the Lord. I had to change the channel, but I happened to see a middle-aged man in military uniform talking in an interview program.

"There are Chinese people in the battles over the Vatican? This statement is ridiculous. The possibility of Sakurajima people is relatively high. If such serious disasters are caused, it is possible to use a relatively common standard in the circle. At least mutants at level 5 or above are possible. Such people are rare in China and are almost never seen. There are more people in Sakurajima and EPU."
Chapter completed!