Cao Yanhua breathed a sigh of relief.

Such an accurate head is not bad.

However, something unexpected happened at this moment.

The small stone hit the tree, and before it could finish its castration, it actually bounced away. It was so desperate that it was hitting Cao Jiefang's head, who was opening his eyes wide and raising his head when he heard the movement.

Time is at this moment...stop.

***

Through the glass of the single-sided mirror, the cheetah looked at Muyo, who was sitting on the seat and was covered with wires. She had just passed a round of vomiting, her face was pale and her forehead was covered with beans of sweat.

The cheetah smiled and reached out her hand, slowly pointed along Kiyo's face on the glass: "How is she?"

"The first day is the best. Yesterday was no longer possible. The physiological disgust of Luo Ren's voice and appearance began to appear similar to conditioned reflexes. Today, we kept playing false clips edited and synthesized to her, giving the masochist characters a substitute Luo Ren and her. In this process, we accompanied the electric shock and other physiological pain to deepen the realism of this impression..."

"Can she pretend? Will this state be false?"

"No, all instruments record physical signs, changes in body temperature, heartbeat, blood pressure, and bioelectricity, which cannot be disguised."

"Is the stuff ready?"

The subordinate handed over a brocade box and the cheetah opened it. It was a titanium alloy survival whistle.

"I've checked it right, it's exactly the same model as her original one."

The cheetah picked it up and looked carefully.

The little beauty asked her to pass the message, but she did it.

——If Luo Xiaodao misses me, wants to talk to me, and let him whistle, I will hear it.

However, the words passed by did not mean that she was not careful.

Last time, the slanderous saying "Everyone bullies me" caught her off guard and almost exposed her. This time, she would not make the same mistake.

What happens when you blow a whistle?

The cheetah laughed loudly, then held the whistle in her palm, and then turned around and left.

Outside the door was the upward stairs. She walked step by step, finally pushed open the door and entered the hall.

This is another gorgeously decorated room. There is an old record machine in the corner. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, a woman was fiddling with the avatar model in front of her. Tasha stood by and watched, and saw the cheetah coming out, rushing over happily, shouting: "Mommy."

The cheetah stretched out his hand, pressed Tasha's head rushing over, and pushed it aside casually. Tasha staggered, timid and at a loss, not knowing what he had made.

The woman who fiddled with the avatar model shrank and almost knocked over the mold pickup powder at hand.

Cheetah turned on the record machine.

The majestic and vast musical sounds, Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, is said to be the first sentence of the movement as a thought-provoking warning.

——Fate is knocking on the door.

The music became more and more rapid, like rushing waves, with the storm of the waves, which seemed to shake the whole house shaking.

The cheetah walked over slowly.

The woman picked up a small piece of soft mud in her hand, and skillfully quickly squeezed it on the model's face, repairing the concave areas, pressing the convex areas, and patting the eyelids again and again. The originally dull avatar suddenly became familiar.

Cheetah asked: "Can you draw the same as me?"
Chapter completed!