Weird recovery: Do you call this serious science?

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"very good."

Lin Muge did it several times, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Everyone has learned Pavlov's conditioned reflex experiment."

"Here I briefly demonstrated it to everyone during the tuning process. Now as long as the iron in my hand is close to the building, there is no need to make a sound, and the rust butterfly will vibrate its wings reflexively."

"So in general, the method of playing Rust Butterfly is simple and convenient, and there is no difficulty."

He gave the camera a thumbs up.

"Run! It's too late if you don't run!!"

"Pavlov: That's what the fuck you did with my experiment?"

"Bapdorf lifted his own coffin [dog head]"

"Gege, stop it"

"It's a beautiful thing to be able to enjoy music in the popular science live broadcast room [狗头]"

""Nothing Difficult""

Although Lin Muge personally sent away more than 50 people in the live broadcast room, the remaining people had more barrage.

After all, the rest are warriors who are not afraid of death.

"Next, everyone is happy again, follow me!"

Lin Muge took a deep breath, and then waved her arms like a conductor of a symphony orchestra, while the rust butterfly also kept shaking its wings like a conditioned reflex, making rustling sounds.

This harsh sound is like you are wiping your ass with sandpaper.

And your ass is made of sandpaper too.

But to everyone's surprise, under Lin Muge's incomparable yin music skills, those rustling sounds actually constituted a good day that everyone is familiar with through the change of pitch.

Coupled with Lin Muge's clapping, it can really be heard...

"Gudong..."

Ye Xinglan, who was observing closely, took half a step back tremblingly.

Under the densely packed rusty butterflies, Lin Shepherd Pigeon, whose blood had solidified, was playing with forgetfulness.

This scene is definitely a world famous painting.

She still...underestimated Lin Muge...

Why in this world would someone choose to play music with noise...

"Happy gongs and drums beat out the joy of every year..."

"Beautiful dance brings joy every day..."

There are even kind-hearted netizens posting lyrics on the barrage...

"The acting was very good, I beg Gege not to act again next time"

"The world's number one yin musician!"

"What kind of hell is this..."

"Happy Gongs and Drums"

""Nice Dance""

"Today's underworld can be a really good day【狗头】"

As Lin Muge finally put down the scrap iron in his hands, everyone in the live broadcast room and the rusty butterfly in the air breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Only Lin Muge's face was filled with unsatisfactory expressions.

"Actually, in theory, the egg laying of strange creatures like rust butterflies is equivalent to their movement after lying down for a long time."

"Now they are tired from playing, and they all go back when they have no strength to lay eggs."

"Call the rusty butterflies to get up and exercise from time to time, not only can cultivate their sentiments, but also make their next laying eggs healthier."

The rust butterflies in the air once again landed on the place where they were lying on their stomachs just now.

From then on, I never dared to look at Lin Muge again.

too frightening.

Just glanced at it, and was taken out by the whole clan to play musical instruments...

Is there such a cruel punishment in the human world now...

Too cruel……

"It's okay, I'll teach you later, these are all yours."

Lin Muge took a brief rest, looked at Ye Xinglan and said.

"The whole person is refreshed and full of energy, which is indeed the power of music!"

He strode forward.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is also gradually increasing.

"Brothers, generally this kind of steel factory has very little weird biodiversity, because it is surrounded by steel and has a large temperature difference between day and night."

"Although there are not many types of weird creatures, they are all very unique in being able to survive here."

Lin Muge held up the flashlight and waved it around.

Sometimes it suddenly shines into some dark corners without warning.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was terrified watching, for fear that some strange-looking cuties would suddenly pop out from some corners.

"Hey... it suddenly dawned on me..."

Turning left and right to get out of this steel maze, Lin Muge sighed after seeing the scene in front of him.

In front of the whole is a super large garbage factory.

It's just that the garbage inside is all kinds of scrap iron.

As big as a large iron can that is several stories high, and as small as a screw and nut the size of a fingernail...

Countless iron and steel scraps are piled up without any regularity.

Without the obstruction of towering buildings and dark clouds, the clear moonlight finally shines.

Under such a bright moonlight, the picture in Lin Muge's high-definition camera is slightly bleak and shocking.

"Can you feel it?"

Lin Muge looked back at Ye Xinglan, who was squatting on the ground and playing with those small pieces of discarded iron.

"...Well, it seems..."

"It seems to be inside."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened his arms and felt the direction of the wind.

"The weird ones seem to be in such a large piece of scrap metal..."

Lin Muge put his hands on the front of a big pickup truck.

"Look, everyone, there is a very thin layer of frost on it, indicating that there is a temperature difference. This is also a practical way to judge whether there is a weirdness."

He took the camera and walked around first.

There seems to be nothing in this large pile of scrap iron, but it seems to be full of something...

"Clap."

Suddenly, a small piece of iron bounced off the mountain of scrap iron and fell to Lin Muge's feet.

"This piece of iron..."

Lin Muge frowned and squatted down cautiously.

"Brothers, there is something wrong with this piece of iron, I can feel the strange aura on it..."

He poked a small piece of iron on the ground.

"Snapped!"

In the next second, the small piece of iron bounced up like a carp.

"Kakakakaka!"

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical joints, a delicate crab head drilled out, with a red LED light flashing above the head, and two large pliers made of screws also drilled out, looking sideways at Lin Shepherd Pigeon.

"Brothers! This... high technology!"

Lin Muge was stunned for a moment, then quickly pointed the camera at the mechanical crab and took a close-up of it.

He didn't notice that behind him, a terrifying black figure was slowly standing up from the scrap iron mountain beside him.

"This is... This is equivalent to who made a crab toy with these scrap copper and small parts, and then a wandering spirit attached to it to realize the control of this toy!"

"Okay! This workmanship is quite fine..."

He shook hands with this palm-sized mechanical crab, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Gege! Look behind you!"

"Fuck, these are weird..."

"What's behind the pigeon?"

"Transformers???"

"I knew this ruin was not easy!"

"Pigeon turn back!"

At the edge of the live broadcast screen, everyone saw the huge monster behind Lin Muge.

It's like a child's messy toy.

Behind Lin Muge is a mechanical monster made of countless discarded materials piled up irregularly.

Its body was wobbly, obviously very unbalanced, and the perfunctory eyes formed by a car headlight just couldn't light up.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

Lin Muge waved her hands to the back without looking back.

"Look, everyone, this crab always wants to pinch me."

"But it misses."

He put the camera aside, erected the suspension and had a great time playing with the crabs on the ground.

"Fucking pigeons, stop messing around!"

"Don't drop that thing in the back!"

"It's just going to come down!"

"This is also weirdly controlled."

"careful!"

Ye Xinglan, who was also attracted by the mechanical crab, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly reminded Lin Muge who was accidentally caught by the crab and terminated.

And the arm of the mechanical monster behind Lin Muge had already begun to fall.

Its arms are completely made of steel scrap iron, if it is hit by Lin Shepherd Pigeon, it will definitely die!

"Good good."

Lin Muge turned sideways lightly.

The giant hand mixed with various materials suddenly landed at his feet.

"This one is a little more stylish, but it's too ugly, brothers."

Under Ye Xinglan's hesitant gaze, Lin Muge grabbed the steel bar and climbed onto the body of the big monster along with various iron and copper pieces on it. He stood directly on its shoulder and patted the big searchlight on top of its head.

He even kicked twice.

"Okay, I fixed it for you."