Yi Lin has always been satisfied with her taste in naming.
It is simple and easy to remember, catchy and easy to understand, and can be enjoyed by both refined and popular people.
In the end, Yi Lin still didn't tell Molly the true purpose of this batch of explosive beads.
Anyway, he had too many debts, so it wouldn't hurt to owe a few more, so Yi Lin shamelessly asked Molly to customize a small piece of equipment according to his requirements.
When Molly heard this, she saw that Yi Lin seemed determined to pay the debt to the end of the world. She angrily pointed at Yi Lin's nose and scolded her, but in the end she agreed without knowing any reason.
Yi Lin silently gave Molly a like.
Yilin successfully put all the explosive beads into the storage space, which made Yilin completely relieved.
However, because the box seems to contain too complex electronic components, it exceeds the threshold of the "tower" and cannot be included in the storage space.
But that's not important.
There is no concept of "gravity" in the storage space. After "stuffing" all the explosive beads into a corner, they only occupy a quarter of the space.
Except for the Xiao Shisan brand ancient sword, which is relatively unobtrusive, other props are stored in the form of "cards". The storage space of about one cubic meter is barely enough.
Looking at the storage space filled with explosive beads, Yi Lin couldn't help but laugh.
…
The next trial in the inner world has become increasingly urgent.
Of course, regardless of whether it was in the previous life or this life, Yilin was no longer a rookie with two lifetimes of experience, and her mentality was very calm. She was not like some newbies who would be so nervous that their palms would sweat every time they entered the other world.
Everything comes from the heart.
While in Molly's laboratory, Yi Lin planned to seize the time, work hard to become familiar with the new skills, and develop "that ability" to get down to business.
Only with more and more trump cards, Yi Lin feels more secure.
After all, skills like [Bloodthirsty Catastrophe] can only be placed at the end, and at the very end, they cannot be used as casually as [Disaster Haunted].
At present, Yi Lin does not dare to squander chaos points at will.
If nothing else, the next one to be upgraded into the module should be the [Batbike].
Yi Lin was somewhat looking forward to what the Batmobile that originally belonged to Bruce Wayne would become after it was transformed into the [Apocalypse Mount].
Can it fly?
Or will he transform?
Or maybe it can breathe fire?
Maybe drink beer?
Just when Yilin was forgetting to eat and sleep, working tirelessly to develop her abilities.
Lao Pan walked in directly, with a sad look on his face.
He would rub the baseball bat in his hand from time to time, and it seemed that the smooth feel gradually made Lao Pan addicted.
Every time Yi Lin saw Lao Pan's movements, she felt like "I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
If Lao Pan knew why the other end of the stick was so slippery, would he be devastated?
Thinking of this, Yi Lin decided not to tell the story even to death.
Forever.
"What's wrong?"
Yi Lin asked casually.
Pan Xiaozheng sighed: "I may be really useless."
Yi Lin thought for a while: "Aren't you always useless?"
Pan Xiaozheng raised the stick slightly, as if hesitating whether to hit Yi Lin's face with the stick.
What nonsense are you talking about?
But Lao Pan's idea came up for a moment, and then he quickly lowered his head listlessly: "I feel like I can't enter the 'other world' this time."
Yi Lin smiled.
That's what I was worried about.
There are many newbies in the Apostle Forum who are in constant fear and worry that they will die in the next world.
Pan Xiaozheng was fine, but he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get in.
Pan Xiaozheng's situation was really unbelievable. Yi Lin had never heard of it, let alone a solution, so he could only comfort him casually: "Don't worry, I have about the same time as you, I haven't even entered yet, you might arrive
It’s time to move in.”
Just a quick calculation, it's probably within the next few days.
Yi Lin calculated silently.
Old Pan was dejected: "Alas~~~~"
Huh?
etc.
Yi Lin suddenly raised his head.
He took a deep look at Lao Pan.
His "skill" has just begun to take shape, and he is worried that it is not convenient to try it on himself...
Isn’t this just the right person for you?
In fact, this was not Yi Lin's intention to trick Pan Xiaozheng into death.
only……
Because this time, the mental attributes are still too low, and the condensed "that" always makes Yi Lin feel that it lacks some flavor. If he rashly tries it on himself, if something goes wrong, others will not be able to solve it at all.
"Well, Lao Pan, I actually have a way, but I don't know if you dare to try it."
Yi Lin had a serious expression and said slowly.
"?"
Lao Pan stroked his stick, looked at Yi Lin's serious and focused expression, and slowly typed a question mark.
…
…
ten minutes later.
Yi Lin made some simple preparations.
A small notebook and a pen.
You can record the changes in Lao Pan.
"Just in case, put your stick away first."
The corners of Yi Lin's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the stick in Lao Pan's hand, feeling a little weird.
Lao Pan didn't find it strange, since there were no enemies around, so he put away his stick.
"besides……"
"?"
"Wash your hands and make them clean."
"???"
finally.
Ready.
Yi Lin very carefully wrote "round.1" on the header of the first page of the notebook.
Well, just feel free to do it, don't take it too seriously, as long as you can understand it.
When Lao Pan saw Yi Lin taking notes very seriously, he suddenly reacted: "Wait a minute, are you experimenting on me?"
"Huh? Have you discovered all this?"
Yi Lin smiled slightly.
"..."
"Actually, it's not an experiment. I'm confident. Although there may be some twists and turns in the process, the success rate is still quite high. Believe me, do you think I've ever made a calculation mistake?"
Lao Pan squinted his eyes and looked at Yi Lin's sincere eyes, still a little unsure: "Are you sure you won't cheat me?"
Yi Lin laughed dumbly: "You are just a mobile warehouse now. Maybe you won't turn into a box when you die. What's the benefit of me cheating you? In short, this is a win-win experiment, I am sure of it."
Yi Lin bit down hard on the last four words, emphasizing them.
When Lao Pan thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case.
Whether it was at the end of Gotham City or the "Zhang Huichun Incident" in Huating City, Yi Lin's image of him being calm and fooling everyone really left a deep impression on Lao Pan.
And...what Yi Lin said seems to make sense!
He has been disabled for so long now, so instead of continuing like this, it would be better to let Yi Lin give it a try.
Maybe we can even bring "Pan Zhengyi" back.
"That's...ok."
Out of his limited trust in Yilin, Lao Pan decided to give up resistance and enjoy silently.
actually.
As for Yi Lin, he didn't want to expose this new ability in front of anyone unless he had no choice.
But helplessly, as the current mental attributes are not up to standard, Yi Lin is really not sure, so she should use this ability on herself first.
Moreover, if we talk about the best candidate for the experiment...it should actually be classmate Li Erpang. After all, he is more tolerant of beatings and torment.
It's just that the little fat man is more shrewd and will not do anything to gain. If the little fat man knew about this, he would probably be beaten to death and would not come close to Yi Lin's area.
As for my little fan Li Changge?
Yi Lin was really afraid that she would torture Li Changge to death.
So after much deliberation, Pan Xiaozheng, who was full of worries, became the best candidate for the experiment.
"Well...sit down."
Old Pan sat down obediently.
Yilin started to activate her abilities.
As Yi Lin became more and more focused, her fingers gradually gathered together, as if the power of telekinesis formed a tiny vortex within an inch of her fingertips.
Yi Lin closed her eyes and controlled the vortex on her fingertips based on her past feelings, imagining the power of thoughts as substance, and then gradually gathered towards the center of the "whirlpool", the rotation speed became slower and slower... And the thought force
The density of power is also getting denser.
finally!
Yi Lin opened her eyes.
"It's done!"
Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief. In his perception, a substantial "needle" was slowly turning on Yi Lin's fingertips, like the hands of a clock.
But from Lao Pan's perspective, Yi Lin seemed to just raise a finger and then make a constipated expression, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead from time to time.
"?"
Seeing Yi Lin open her eyes again, Lao Pan couldn't feel what changes had happened on his fingertips.
——"Thinking about needles".
This is one of the abilities that Yilin developed after mastering telekinesis in another future.
But the real use of this ability does not lie in the "needle reading" itself.
But——
"The shape is similar, but it cannot be compressed any thinner..." Yi Lin used the fastest speed to feel the "thought needle" rotating on her fingertips, comparing the difference with the "complete version", and said slowly: "
Although it is a little thicker and a little crooked, the 'Thinking Needle' should theoretically be somewhere between virtual and real, and it should be usable..."
"I just don't know...how much deviation will occur after I poke it."
Needle reading?
stamp?
crooked?
Should it work?
Pan Xiaozheng's ears trembled slightly, taking in all Yi Lin's soliloquy without deliberately lowering her voice.
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Wait, tell me first——???"
Sense, aim, read the needle, go!
Yi Lin smiled slightly and shook her fingers. She had no intention of giving Lao Pan a chance to hesitate or put forward his opinion. The "Threading Needle" was silent, invisible and colorless, and it aimed fiercely at a certain "point" that Yi Lin had already aimed at.
Poke it in.
Pan Xiaozheng was only halfway through his words when he suddenly stopped.
suddenly.
Lao Pan's eyes were confused for a moment, but the next moment, he suddenly stood up from the chair.
Suddenly.
Suddenly.
Another violent blow, with his head facing up and his feet facing down, and he hit the ceiling hard.
Boom——
Snapped.
Yi Lin watched Lao Pan fall from the ceiling expressionlessly, and then without saying a word, she silently drew an xy axis under "round.1", using the simplest coordinate system to record the "castration version of the needle"
"biased data.
Then he turned another page.
——Write "round.2".
Lao Pan was thrown to pieces by this sudden rise.
What happened just now?
Why did it suddenly fly?
Did he just want to stand up?
Lao Pan looked confused.
etc.
In other words, am I still here?
In other words, Pan Zhengyi did not come back?
To be more precise, am I still useless?
Pan Xiaozheng's head was knocked dazed and he quickly came to his senses. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, with a gash on his forehead and blood pouring out.
He wished he could take out the stick skillfully.
"Please explain to me——"
Sense, aim, read the needle, and walk!
Yilin's "Thinking Needle" concentration gradually became faster and faster, and before Lao Pan could react, the second shot had already hit "another point" again.