The so-called home was a two-story bungalow located in the core area of the white community. The owners were all white.
If the owners returned to China and didn't come to Nairobi for a long time, some of them would rent out the house.
However, it was impossible for the locals to rent a house from them. They would only rent to white people.
However, Callum obviously had the qualifications to rent one.
Actually, it didn't matter if he couldn't rent one. The Blue and White Society would help him.
Yes, Mo Qiong could immediately tell that Callum was a peripheral member.
His identity as a thief and swindler was real. He had deep connections with the gangs of various countries. He was also a gray information broker.
However, the gangs of various countries that used him as a pawn didn't know that he was actually an intelligence agent of the Blue and White Society.
Of course, in this mission, he was a real bad guy …
As for Mo Qiong … the first step was to get rid of his control.
"What a cute baby. What's your name?" Callum held her hand and visited the neighbors. Naturally, they welcomed her.
Mo Qiong remembered his character setting. After a few seconds of silence, he opened his pale little mouth and said, "Euler …"
The neighbors saw that she wasn't as lively as her peers. She looked like a cute princess but was depressed. They couldn't help but look at Callum strangely.
Callum's acting skills were superb. His eyes dimmed as he touched Mo Qiong's head and said, "After my wife passed away, Euler became more obedient …"
"I understand. Ah, Euler is so obedient." When the neighbor heard this, he revealed a look of understanding, thinking that he understood. Then, he looked at Mo Qiong with more affection.
Mo Qiong was speechless. What do you understand? You understand …
Then, she became even more depressed …
Callum held her hand and introduced her to the neighbors. He talked about Euler with the families with children. He talked about how Euler lacked motherly love to the families without children …
This guy was very talkative. He completely grasped the essence of the character. This made many people have a deep impression of this new neighbor.
There were even female neighbors with single parents and children who were interested in Callum.
At night, Mo Qiong, who was brought home after tasting all the snacks, noticed that Callum's wife had passed away. The face of a strong and loving father changed instantly.
Callum impatiently threw Mo Qiong into the small bedroom on the second floor. He locked her on the bed and said, "Why are you so depressed again! Didn't I buy you new crayons? You're going to fish for information, you know? Why aren't you saying anything? "
He glared at Mo Qiong. Suddenly, he grabbed an unopened box of crayons placed on a drawing board in the bedroom and smashed it on the ground.
"Listen! When you come back from school tomorrow, you can go and play with the kids from the opposite house. Ask them about their recent plans and then tell me! " Callum said as he pinched Mo Qiong's face. The school that he spoke of was to send her to the local gang for safekeeping so that the neighbors would have the illusion that she went to school every day.
Mo Qiong's face was pinched, but his eyes were looking at the overturned drawing board and the box of crayons that had been thrown open.
"Say something! If you do this again tomorrow, you can forget about painting in the future! " Seeing this, Callum directly tore a crayon drawing from the drawing board and tore it to pieces.
Mo Qiong knew very well that the painting depicted Euler's biological parents. Euler didn't dare to resist, but she didn't accept her fate either. She still wanted to find her way home.
Because she was afraid that she would forget what her parents looked like, she kept drawing and drawing.
And the crayons and drawing board were her only requests to cooperate with Callum.
"Cry … Cry for me!" Wavy Bo's voice sounded from the communicator.
Mo Qiong rolled his eyes in his heart and forced out two drops of tears. He pouted and started crying.
Callum directly grabbed Mo Qiong's neck with one hand and lifted him up slightly. Although it didn't hurt at all, Mo Qiong was still stunned. Because this strength was enough to hurt a real little girl.
This guy stared at Mo Qiong and said, "Smile! Smile for me! "
Mo Qiong stared at Callum, his red face revealing a very stiff smile.
Callum snorted and let go of his hand. He walked out of the bedroom and locked the door on the way.
Today, he went to the home to eat snacks and drinks, so he didn't even prepare dinner for Euler.
"I'm really drunk. If I cry, he'll hit me, right?" Mo Qiong said.
"Uh-huh …" Wavy Bo said in the communicator.
Mo Qiong sighed. He knew that Callum was acting, but he was still very angry. The instructor team's actions just now were clearly telling him: Euler and Callum had no chance of cooperating, and he wouldn't help Euler in any way. He was a real enemy. If she didn't cooperate with Callum, she would really be killed. If he used a bit more strength just now, a normal girl's neck could've been broken.
If during this mission, Wavy Bo announced: You were killed by Callum.
Then his rating would be horrifyingly low.
"Tsk …" Mo Qiong wrinkled his nose, rubbed his neck, and immediately crawled towards the overturned drawing board.
Whether it was Callum's action of smashing the drawing board and crayons, or whether it was the possibility of an anomaly. Or whether these two things were extremely important to Euler.
Mo Qiong wanted to rush there at once.
Picking up the torn drawing, he could vaguely see the immature style of a little girl in front of a wooden house, with her parents on her left and right.
Although Mo Qiong couldn't tell what Euler's parents looked like from this style, Euler's non-stop drawing was to deepen the memory of her parents in her heart.
Finding no abnormalities, Mo Qiong immediately picked up the drawing board and crayons.
He saw her kissing and hugging these things, throwing them here and there, and even scribbling on her arms with crayons. It was very comical.
Finally, Mo Qiong found something strange: The box of crayons, which was colorful just now, was suddenly all black.
"Crayons …" Mo Qiong hurriedly scribbled on the paper with the crayons. He tried every crayon, and finally found an anomaly.
"This feeling …" Mo Qiong held one of the crayons, and suddenly felt that his consciousness could exert influence on external objects. This was the first time he had such a strange feeling. Obviously, this anomaly could have some kind of effect just by holding it in his hand.
Mo Qiong locked onto a piece of white paper in front of him, and with a thought, he immediately felt that he had launched an invisible and intangible 'thing' onto the paper.
A black color immediately appeared on the white paper. Mo Qiong thought of spreading it, and the black color immediately spread like ink, covering the entire paper. Not only the surface, but even the inside of the paper was black.
In an instant, it was no longer a piece of white paper, but a piece of black paper …
"It seems that it can still change …" Mo Qiong thought again, and the black paper instantly turned red.
Then, blue, white, and green took turns, and Mo Qiong could change it into any color he wanted.
Obviously, as long as he was infected with that invisible and intangible thing, he could change the color of matter.
That piece of paper now changed color according to his will, and it didn't have to change the whole thing, but only part of it. He could mix many colors on it, and it was like a brush of his will, sketching out a painting of his imagination. Because any color was fine, Mo Qiong gradually figured out how to structure that piece of paper into a picture with high resolution.
"What I've launched should be a concept of 'color modulation'. It's an effect lock, and the matter locked onto by this color modulation effect doesn't need to be in my field of vision. Even if it's thousands of miles away from me, I can still change its color at will."
"And I can use it on myself … Is it for invisibility?" Mo Qiong said, and immediately locked onto the effect on himself.
However, it was true that his body could adjust colors at will. Different from dyeing, this was a simple color change, and there was no substance attached to the body.
The color that was rendered couldn't be washed away, and it could penetrate deep into the internal organs. Moreover, the resolution was very high, and the number of color signals could be said to include all possible colors in the world. As long as Mo Qiong was skilled enough and controlled it well enough, he himself could be a projector, and he could play a cartoon on the wall.
If he controlled it well, Mo Qiong could even play a live-action movie.
"This ability is really … useless."
At the beginning of his research, Mo Qiong still had a lot of hope. After he found out that he could adjust colors, he even imagined a series of uses, such as invisibility, projection of other people's irises, and deceiving other people's vision.
However, as he researched step by step, Mo Qiong realized that none of these could be realized!
First of all, he couldn't make things invisible, and he couldn't make things appear completely 'transparent', as there was no such color. Unless there was optical deception, like a chameleon providing camouflage colors.
In terms of transparency, the most he could do was make things that were already transparent reflect a bit of color, making them both transparent and colored, like a car window.
This anomaly controlled 'color', not 'light'. Even if he could change the color of light, it would only be temporary, because light was always in motion, and the light at this moment would never be the light at the next moment.
Because of that, when she demonstrated the cartoon on the wall, she was only changing the color of each frame, not projecting anything on the wall.
Even if this wall was thrown to the other side of Earth, it would still be able to demonstrate the cartoon in Mo Qiong's mind, it was just that she couldn't see it.
"This is an anomaly that purely controls color … and it consumes stamina …" after studying it for a while, Mo Qiong was clearly tired.
"It's fine, stamina can be considered your real stamina. Since it's an anomaly's usage, I can change its characteristics a bit" Waveshift told him.
Mo Qiong rolled his eyes. This Quest tested the usage of anomalies, the 8-year-old girl persona only limited his physique, but if Waveshift told him that an 8-year-old child wouldn't be able to control this anomaly, he could only use it roughly.
Then this Quest would be completely pointless, and there would be no point in resisting.
Because of that, the Instructor wouldn't restrict his usage of anomalies at all. The fact that Mo Qiong could use it to its fullest was his own ability.
However, this anomaly itself was already extremely unfriendly.
Even if Mo Qiong could use it to its fullest potential, it wouldn't be able to hide its weak nature. This thing could only change the color of all things.
As for its lethality, was it supposed to turn a person pure black and absorb sunlight to heat them to death? Compared to the [Shadow Talisman], this was nothing.
"Something that doesn't have any lethality … and my weak body."
Mo Qiong felt a headache coming on, this was extremely difficult.
However, he wasn't afraid of any challenge and simply laid on the ground, silently thinking.
Now that she had a clear idea of what to do, she had to use the limited cards she had to complete the Quest.
"Hm …"
Suddenly, Mo Qiong nimbly turned around and sat up from the ground.
She moved closer to a small mirror in the bedroom and touched her face. In an instant, there were subtle color changes on her face, and her entire appearance had changed slightly.
In the mirror, her face was constantly changing. Her small face was sometimes pale, sometimes flushed, her skin was sometimes pale, sometimes light yellow, and sometimes even golden.
Her pupils were also sometimes blue, sometimes black, sometimes green, sometimes even …
As Mo Qiong opened her eyes, her eyes had become blood-red, and there were also three black magatama circles rotating inside her pupils.
"Other than me, who would know that this is only changing the color?"
"What I have is the 'strongest' anomaly in history from the Quest Quest!"
Mo Qiong glared with her terrifying eyes, her face filled with 'killing intent' as she formed a plan.
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