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Chapter 9 Let go of that little white face

After reading Hiroshima's little boy's mushrooms.

Not long after, Tuman saw the mushrooms of the fat man from Nagasaki again.

Aliens are so evil!

How could they shoot such a horror scene that is not suitable for children?

What if you scare your neighbor’s little friend?

It's really too much!

If it were Tu Man, he wouldn't have taken pictures of Japanese, Americans' small mushrooms, if you want to take pictures, you can take pictures of big ones, such as those from the Russians' house.

Tsar bomb!

That's exciting enough!

Of course, these two are eye-opening now. This is the most detailed, clearest and most comprehensive video of atomic bomb explosion Tu Man has ever seen!

Strangely, from the perspective of shooting, many shots should have been taken at the explosion site. How could aliens have such high-definition and no mosaic videos?

Could it be...

Are they always monitoring the earth?

The girl was not always addicted to the little mushroom video like Tu Man and could not extricate herself. She watched it very quickly, and at the same time, she was just a little bit, but she grabbed a lot of photos and information from somewhere.

Among them, there were newspapers at that time, posts on the Internet later, and even many top-secret documents of the FBI and KGB...

Under the crushing of the technology tree, the earth has no privacy at all.

These alien tentacles are everywhere!

What is their purpose for those who are so concerned about the people on earth but have not come to colonize?

Thinking about it carefully is terrifying!

Fortunately, Tu Man's nerves have been tempered to a great extent since these dead days.

He no longer rushes out to warn him...

What's more, as a ghost, what can he do except look at it here?

From the perspective of Tu Man, the girl seemed to be sorting out or summarizing the weapon level and results of World War II.

As the picture information was scrolling and flipping through, she added many barrage-like annotations to the video.

The text is somewhat similar to Latin, but the vocabulary and grammar are completely different.

Tu Man couldn't understand it. He was an excellent pilot and knew very little about linguistics. It was rare for my father to be able to sell Chongqing noodles in the United States and teach him Mandarin and square characters.

What's more, how is it important to appreciate beautiful women when reading information?

Not long after, Tu Man's attention returned to the right track, and he just glanced at the screen occasionally and quickly turned around:

The perfect swan neck, the seductive collarbone, a touch of whiteness and luster appearing and looming...

Isn’t she fragrant with the girl’s beautiful appearance?

Until the girl stretched out her slender jade fingers and gently tapped on the light curtain, the picture stopped.

What a coincidence, it was a photo of the Japanese who bowed down and signed the unconditional surrender letter on the battleship Missouri.

Conventionally, there are a lot of text on it.

Tu Man's eyes were attracted again.

Of course, it is not how charming the two wretched Japanese devils, Shigekimi Ao and Umezu Mijiro.

But at the end of the note, Tu Man saw a string of numbers-

90000000!

Tu Man can roughly guess the meaning of this 90 million:

That was the heavy price of World War II, the number of deaths worldwide.

The point is not the numbers themselves, but—

How can such a string of Arabic numerals appear in the alien barrage?

Do aliens also use Arabic numerals?

That would be interesting!

Is this thing an Arabic numeral or an alien numeral? Who raises the chickens and who hatches the eggs?

Tu Man fell into deep thought, and the girl had already stood up and walked to the other side of the cockpit.

Once the peerless face leaves, the whole world is overshadowed.

Tu Man's contemplation was immediately interrupted.

I immediately gave up some immature ideas and followed the track without hesitation.

Hey, there is someone here?

It was not until this time that Tu Man discovered that there was actually someone in the cockpit!

Fortunately, he is a ghost and the aliens can't see it. Otherwise, with this little vigilance, he would have been blown into a scum by the aliens!

So ashamed, at least he is an ace pilot.

Tu Man used his non-existent hand to wipe the non-existent nose, which was supposed to exist.

Sure enough, the Land of Gentleness is the tomb of heroes...

Looking down the girl's back, there was a large transparent fish tank in the corner of the cockpit.

Raised inside, oh no, it's soaked-

A naked...

Yes, man!

Not the girl Tu Man is looking forward to.

That’s right, the third little mushroom I saw today is evidenced!

This kid looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a burly and strong figure, fair skin, handsome face, and blond hair floating in the water...

This skin is pretty pretty?

However, something inconsistent is that this person seems to be in pain!

His body was tense, his limbs, shoulders, back, chest and abdomen were full of explosive muscle mass, and his skin was covered with thick, terrifying blood vessels as thick as earthworms!

His eyes were closed, his fists were clenched, and even his toes were curled up!

Is this injured or something tormenting?

Tu Man came nearby and saw that the poor kid had hundreds of tubes inserted into the whole body, extending to the water surface, and connected to the machine outside the fish tank.

That is, these tubes are thin enough, otherwise Tu Man would probably not have seen one person.

But one-

sea ​​urchin!

The machine on the edge of the fish tank shows breathing, pulse, heartbeat, brain waves...

Tu Man can't guess other data.

Alien technology is not something that can be covered.

The girl carefully checked the operating conditions of various tubes and added some red, green and green liquid to the machine.

Then, he lay on the fish tank and watched for a while.

The man still maintained a painful and struggling position, motionless.

Just holding it tightly without relaxing a little, Tu Man felt uncomfortable for him.

After a while, the girl moved her lotus step lightly and sat on the ring chair beside the fish tank, folded her hands in front of her knees, and gently leaned her head on the fish tank.

In this position, it was almost opposite to the little white face in the fish tank through the glass.

Tu Man used his sense of smell that no longer exists to accurately capture a kind of sour smell that is commonly used by humans and makes bystanders extremely uncomfortable!

The girl closed her eyes and sang in a low voice.

The tune is soothing and peaceful, soft and gentle voice, like the soft snoring of a cat when sleeping, or like the sporadic rain outside the window at night, or the breeze blows through the dew on the grass in the morning mist...

Tu Man's soul became ironed, as if white moonlight was shining in, and the quiet white orchids in the valley bloomed in the cockpit!

However, the man in the fish tank was still tense and in pain, as if he was cast in iron.

Mapi, this is just a dead person!

In front of such a heart-wrenching voice of the soul, there is a stone, so it should be ironed, right?

Humph, it's in vain!

Burn the piano and boil the crane, and play the piano against the cow!

Tu Man thought indignantly, and looked at the girl's lower eyebrows and eyes, and he felt envy and jealousy and hatred in his heart, wishing he could replace him with his body!
Chapter completed!
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