Weird recovery: Do you call this serious science?

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Some palm eyes put their palms on the ground, but Lin Muge forced them to look away.

Some palms and eyes were caught by Lin Muge's eyes, and they clenched their fists crazily not to hold Lin Muge, but their five fingers didn't obey at all.

In order to survive, some palms and eyes turned their wrists 180 degrees, which could only be turned [-] degrees, and then fell down with tears in their eyes.

Some poked themselves, some would rather die than submit, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some screamed.

And Lin Muge was talking and laughing happily with them, professional science popularization.

The joys and sorrows of people and hands are not connected.

Ye Xinglan who was on the side looked numb...

(See the Kiss Seven Thousands next to my catalogue?)

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Today, a classmate in the book friend group failed a course, so I specially added a full stop, which is more polite than affectionate.

Thank you "Sparkle Eyes"!

Thanks to the book friends "Chiyue Shenmo", "Book Friends 20170207195616820", "wslyk", and "Ranyu r" for their rewards!

Chapter 2 Today's Underworld Can Be Really a Good Day

"Brothers, this little idiot who accidentally pokes his eyes blind is more troublesome. We need to help heal his eyes first."

Lin Muge smeared the blood of the other palm eye on the palm of the palm eye that poked itself so as not to meet Lin Muge's eyes.

"That's fine."

Afterwards, under the frenzied twisting and resistance of Palm Eyes, its eyes gradually regained their brightness.

After the light was restored, the first thing it saw was Lin Muge's kind and gentle smile.

"Oh!"

Then, it exploded into pieces with pain, humiliation, and despair.

"This kind of fist can scratch its wrist, just like scratching the sole of the foot, they will itch, and then let go."

"But there is no way to challenge yourself."

Lin Muge sighed as she looked at a palm eye who forcibly turned her head away from him and twisted herself to death.

While he was talking and laughing, the palm-eye minefield carefully arranged by the weirdos had been crushed by Lin Shepherd Pigeon.

There is no palm-of-the-eye alive on the ground anymore...

"Brothers, are the fireworks beautiful? I wish everyone an early New Year in advance."

Finally, after checking to see if any fish had slipped through the net, Lin Muge, who was covered in blood, and his clothes and pants were covered with the kind of flesh foam after the explosion, said to the camera.

"Although detonating palm eyes is very beautiful, I suggest that everyone should not imitate them. The more fear you give them, the greater the power of their explosion. Generally, people can't control their fear. If you blow yourself up, it will not be worth the loss. gone."

"Actually, I also want to keep some living things for Palm Eyes, but they grow here, and if innocent passers-by pass by, it may be dangerous, so I have to remove them all."

he said seriously.

""fireworks""

"Gege's reminder is obviously superfluous【狗头】"

"Good guy, wouldn't the palm-of-the-eye that met me explode with the power of a nuclear bomb [dog head]"

"Biological bombs belong to yes"

"Survivor Without Eyes"

"Indeed, if there were no pigeons, it would be dangerous for someone to accidentally pass by..."

The number of people in the live broadcast room gradually exceeded 300 million.

Although the live broadcast this time was dark, there was at least some light like a flashlight.

Unlike last time, Lin Muge used the kind of green will-o'-the-wisp to save electricity, which simply brought hell up.

"Be careful."

"Ah."

Ye Xinglan clenched his fists and nodded.

Her feet stepped on the ground full of minced meat and blood, and the small sizzle sound made the corners of her mouth slightly curved with excitement.

"Snapped!"

Seeing the half wreckage of Palm Eye, Ye Xinglan squinted and stomped on it.

Blood splashes.

"very nice."

She gently licked the blood at the corner of her mouth with her tongue, and swallowed it gently.

"It's really big. I didn't know how many people worked together in this steel factory before. It's like a maze."

Lin Muge in front did not notice Ye Xinglan's actions.

He stood at the top of the stairs and sighed silently.

The steelmaking plant in front of me is like a miniature town. Under the stack of various steel buildings and super-large equipment, from the top to the bottom, you can see countless winding roads melting into the darkness.

"I haven't seen anything weird so far. They should all gather in one place and wait for us to popularize science."

"Hide and seek, very good, I like playing very much."

Lin Muge walked down the rusty old stairs, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Just this way."

He found a way at random.

On both sides of the road are large jars several stories high, the words on them have long been covered by rust, and I don't know what they used to do before.

"Ok?"

After walking for a while, Lin Muge stopped suddenly.

"Brothers, I just realized that those are not rust."

He turned up the light of his flashlight and aimed it at the steel buildings on either side.

At first glance, it is full of mottled rust stains from the invasion of time, but looking at it under the light, there seem to be pairs of eyes hiding in the dark in the center of the so-called rust, staring at the passing people.

"Look! They're still looking at me!"

"This kind of weird biological name is called rust butterfly. I usually call them rust butterfly. They are butterflies whose pattern looks like rust. Although they are butterflies, they like to live together as a whole family like bees."

"As far as the pieces we saw, they belonged to each family."

"Rust Butterfly's eyes are on the wings, and the whole family always likes to visit one place. I said why there is always a feeling of being spied on by that perverted murderer along the way, and it makes people feel embarrassed..."

Lin Muge blushed, and then picked up a piece of scrap iron on the ground.

"The way to disturb the rust butterfly is to make harsh noises, but I advise everyone not to disturb them."

While talking about the suggestion, he used the piece of scrap iron in his hand to scratch hard on the nearby building.

"Yes, that's the sound, as if you want to take a shit, but unfortunately your two butts are made of iron, and it makes the sound when you're constipated."

Lin Muge stroked a few more times.

"The Wonderful Metaphor of the Pigeon"

""Recommended not to disturb""

"You're blushing!"

"I want to know that the bloody murderer dared to peep at the pigeon [dog head]"

"Gege: I'll let you know what tmd is called tmd pervert"

"Master, stop rowing!"

"Damn it! Those rusts!"

The unspeakable piercing sound not only made the earphone party's ears collectively abort, but also made the rust on the tall buildings throb.

"Shushashashasha!"

The sound of rust rubbing came from all directions.

Clusters of "rust" spiraled up in the darkness like tornadoes, quickly forming clusters of pitch-black clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

"Look, everyone, they are still looking at me from here."

Lin Muge raised her neck and pointed at the countless butterflies in the air.

Through the light of the flashlight, everyone also saw Rust Butterfly's true face.

Their wings seem to be made of iron, and the pattern is the rust after the wind and sun.

And those big dark and deep eyes grow in the middle of the wings.

"Rust butterflies are very, very lazy and weird creatures. Their only hobby is to lie on buildings pretending to be rust, and only fly into the air when laying eggs."

"Or as long as they fly into the air, they must lay eggs."

"Once the rust butterflies form such a dark cloud, they will start laying eggs. The eggs will fall densely like bullets from the Syrian battlefield. Once they are hit, normal people will have blisters on their bodies, which is very scary."

"The most important thing is that when they lay eggs, they will stare at you and look at you. It's very embarrassing, so I suggest that you don't disturb them."

Lin Muge held up the camera and said.

"???"

"Isn't that pigeon running fast?"

"Then hurry up and leave before they lay eggs!"

"Why are you blushing again!"

"Fuck, what the hell is Gege's xp!"

"Can Gege stop using metaphors, it's too vivid, I'm afraid"

After listening to Lin Muge's description, everyone can already imagine in their minds the terrifying scene of countless rusty butterfly eggs falling down for a while.

But under everyone's earnest dissuasion, Lin Muge not only did not run away, but stood under the terrifying dark cloud formed by rusty butterflies.

"As we all know, a thing is not necessarily just what it looks like on the surface. We have to look at all objects dialectically."

"So Xinglan, look at this rusty butterfly, it looks like a cute and weird creature on the surface, but think about it, everyone, could it be a musical instrument?"

Lin Muge spread her hands and looked at Ye Xinglan in front of her and said persuasively.

And Ye Xinglan's face was full of words that I couldn't understand, but I was greatly shocked.

She just came out of the mental hospital, and it is still too difficult for her to keep up with the thinking of a normal person like Lin Muge.

"The weather is so good today, and the Lunar New Year is coming soon. I am very happy to see so many people in the live broadcast room."

"When the rust butterfly heard the harsh sound just now, its wings would rustle and vibrate."

"Using this, I decided to present a classic song "Good Day" to everyone, wishing everyone a happy day in the new year."

"Of course, everyone can also hum this familiar song along with my rhythm."

Amidst the dense silence of the barrage, Lin Muge picked up the iron block again.

"Today is a good day."

He cleared his throat and hummed a sentence to find the rhythm.

This voice directly sent away more than 50 people.

As expected, the number of people in the live broadcast room skyrocketed in reverse.

The earphone party took off their earphones one after another, and the speaker party finally stopped the speaker.

"Zizi, prick, prick..."

Lin Muge dropped his ruthless iron hands mercilessly, and the sound of friction between sharp scrap iron and innocent buildings directly penetrated the sky, making the rust butterflies have no intention of laying eggs at all, and the vibration of their wings made a rustling sound.