Chapter 196 Test
Chapter 196 Test
Want a strand of my hair?
After hearing the request from the leader of the rebel group, Lyon immediately became alert.
Although the other party's ability seems to be related to the "door", there is a connection between the rebels and Director Aquarius, and Aquarius has created so many anomalies, it is very likely that he left one or several of them for him.
So, if this abnormal object can detect other people's conditions with the help of hair, is there a possibility that the identity "borrowed" through the photo will be exposed?
……
"Little Baggins?"
Seeing that Leon did not pull out a hair immediately, but stood there silently without any movement, the fat uncle next to him couldn't help but get anxious and quickly reached out to push him.
"Come on! What are you waiting for?"
"Sorry, I...I got a little too excited!"
Following the force of the fat uncle pushing him, Leon staggered for a while, then quietly reached into his arms, knocked on the small mirror, hooked his finger at Youha inside, and then said with gratitude:
"Thank you for the opportunity, Chief! I'll pull out my hair right now!"
With a group of people watching curiously, after playing the role of a teenager who was "stunned" by surprise, Leon quickly took his hand out of his arms, then reached out and pulled hard on the back of his head.
"Chief, are these enough?"
"That's enough... Actually, you don't need to pull out so many. Just one will do..."
Looking at the small tuft of short black hair on the slightly trembling hand of "Little Baggins", the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile helplessly, then took out a strand of hair and gently rubbed it on the inside of the watch according to the method taught by Director Aquarius.
"Squeak~"
With a subtle sound similar to the meshing of metal gears, a small gap suddenly appeared on the side of the watch worn by the middle-aged man, revealing the internal mechanical structure.
Under the "shocked" gaze of Lyon and the other man, this strangely shaped six-hand watch seemed to come alive. The gears, pendulum and rocker made of brass were like tiny and twisted sharp teeth exposed in the gap, directly swallowing the black hair.
"This is something a friend gave me. It can detect whether a person has 'special' powers by looking at their hair. The more needles that move and the larger the amplitude, the better your qualifications."
After briefly explaining the function of the watch, the middle-aged man grabbed the switch on the other side of the watch and gently flipped it.
"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"
Accompanied by an extremely subtle sound, the five pointers jumped almost instantly and began to move rapidly towards the abnormal range.
Past, body, soul, personality, emotions... Even with old Baggins' experience, only three pointers showed reactions. How could this child deviate from normal people in so many aspects?
After looking at "Little Baggins" with some surprise, the middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at his watch with some anticipation. When all the hands stopped, he couldn't help revealing a look of regret.
Although three of them passed,… they weren’t three sets of pointers that passed one at a time, but rather the past, body, and soul groups that passed, and the final emotion and personality group only moved slightly, far from reaching the level of becoming abnormal.
Little Baggins has a painful past but no great future. Although his body and soul are both abnormal, his emotions and personality are all substandard, and the amplitude can only be considered slight fluctuations.
It seems that as I had judged before, although this child also experienced a painful past, he was taken care of by the Owen family, so he did not really sink into darkness. It was just because of family changes that his personality and emotions were a little extreme.
What a pity. Just like his father, old Baggins, although it is not impossible, it still lacks the final touch.
"Sorry." Facing the extremely expectant eyes of Old Irving and the other man, the middle-aged man shook his head slightly and directly gave a negative answer.
"Although Little Baggins is not completely unqualified, he is still a little short of the minimum standard. At present, he does not have that qualification."
"..."
"That's it..."
After hearing the answer given by the middle-aged man, "Little Baggins", who was personally identified by the leader as having no talent, couldn't help but dim his eyes and lowered his head in despair.
The fat uncle sighed deeply, patted his back to comfort him, and then said to the middle-aged man with a forced smile:
"Thank you for your help, Chief. But even if we don't have that kind of magical ability, I believe we can still do something as long as we work hard!"
After hearing the fat uncle's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.
Is it enough to just work hard?... Then why am I still sliding towards the abyss, even though I have tried so many times before and after crossing the door to the other world?
In this world, there are some things that are destined not to be achieved by hard work. If you don’t have the ability, you don’t have the ability. If you don’t have the qualifications, you don’t have the qualifications!
"Yes... As long as you work hard... it should be possible."
The middle-aged man, who felt a dull pain in his heart, smiled and said a lie that he himself did not believe. He then stepped aside to open the door to the capital and said to Leon:
“Go back quickly. Although old Baggins must have drunk a lot of your money, and the rest must be used to pay the fine for defacing the memorial wall, he may not have brought all the money with him, so there may be some left at home.
So you can go and see if there is any money left at his house. If you don’t have enough money, you can ask the finance department for an advance and tell them that it was me who asked you to do so.”
"Thank you, Chief..."
In response to the care of the middle-aged man, "Little Baggins" whose dreams were shattered nodded, thanked him weakly, and then followed the fat uncle who whispered to comfort him, walked through the warehouse door with a gloomy look, and left the valley that served as the settlement.
After their figures disappeared, the middle-aged man sighed, perhaps out of regret for not being able to obtain new anomalies, or lamenting his own powerless fate like his. He turned around and walked towards the center of the valley, preparing to arrange his actions for the next period of time.
But he had just taken a few steps when he saw a sturdy figure running towards him in a hurry. The man was sniffing excitedly as he ran, and when he saw the middle-aged man, he ran towards him with a look of great joy.
"Nathan... Chief! Is this your smell? Why do you smell good again?"
"???"
What is that smell? What does it mean that I have become fragrant?
The middle-aged man smelled his cuffs in surprise, but didn't find any special smell. He frowned and asked back:
"Tiger? What the hell are you talking about? How can I smell good?"
"..."
There is indeed no fragrance... or rather it is not his fragrance, and it is getting fainter and fainter...
After getting close to the middle-aged man and sniffing twice, the strange man with burns all over his body shook his head in disappointment, and then asked with a look of disgust:
"First... Nathan, did you encounter a truly powerful person? Where are the others?"
(End of this chapter)