What is the direct connection between the fact that the battery is out and the copper tag can fly?
Yarrow couldn't understand.
Even he couldn't understand the principle that caused an ordinary solid bronze medal to fly.
Is it magnetism?
Judging from the electric sparks that exploded the moment the bronze medal came into contact with Heli, this was indeed a possibility.
But if it is really magnetism, why are so many metals in the laboratory not attracted?
"It's not very scientific, but maybe it's in line with witchcraft?"
Yaro had too many doubts in his heart, but no one could answer them for him.
"Heli, just saying 'come here' to this copper tag will make it have an effect?" Yaro asked, and he was ready to experience the effect of this treasure for himself.
The little girl took a deep breath, adjusted her spirit, and explained seriously: "No, I tried many times, as long as I want it to come over, it's OK, but if I don't say this, it will be difficult for me to do it." I came up with this idea in my heart.”
The little girl spoke a bit obscurely, but Yaro roughly understood the meaning.
"Just think? Can you use words to integrate the thoughts in your heart?"
"It's a bit like the incantation you chant when casting a spell."
Under the guidance of the little girl, Yaro tried many times, but was unable to make any movement on the copper tag.
Not only Yarrow was like this, but Bevin also failed to make any attempt.
"Only reacting to little Heli? A bronze tag identifying the owner?"
"Heli is just an ordinary person! How can she activate extraordinary treasures with her meager mental power?"
It's just that Yaro's mental power can't penetrate the bronze medal, and he can't sense whether there are any strange magic patterns in the bronze medal.
"If it is consistent with witchcraft, what kind of magic pattern is producing the effect, and when was it produced? Who would start with an ordinary copper hangtag and transform it into something so magical? treasure?"
An extraordinary item that can be used by ordinary people, even if it is not very powerful, is still a very valuable treasure.
After Yaro asked Xiao Heli carefully back and forth, he finally learned the process of the change of the copper tag.
"While making the generator, a bolt of lightning struck outside the house? Then the copper hangtag was different?"
This process gave Yaro an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
"Isn't this the same as what happens when you measure the speed of light? Is this also the so-called 'vision'?"
When I learned that this was also the product of a vision, many unreasonable questions finally had an answer.
"If we look at it this way, will the generator be my vision reward?"
"What magical effects will the vision reward I got from measuring the speed of light have?"
"Discover the unknown, explore the unknown... This world is so interesting!"
Unfortunately, every gain must come with a loss. When many people have extraordinary powers, it is difficult to find a peaceful and quiet place in this world.
Yaro didn't have time to study these issues, and he didn't even have time to look carefully at the 'generator' that might be his vision reward.
He asked Hurley to study the weight changes, range of influence and strength of the 'Bronze Tag' on her own, and then he went to the warehouse.
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The tough weeds penetrated the soft soil and struggled to enter this world full of soft sunlight.
The next moment, he was ruthlessly pulled out by a vicissitudes of life woman.
There were several ruptured frostbite lines on the woman's palms. The wounds were pitch black, and the pale metacarpal bones could be vaguely seen, but the grass balls were made more conspicuous.
"Little Harry, eat quickly. The newly sprouted black cypress is soft and sweet."
Little Harry rubbed his bulging belly with his skinny arms and looked at the woman with a playful smile: "Aunt Sam, look at my belly. My belly is full of meat. I'm not hungry. Give it to my brother."
The woman was carrying a monkey-like child on her back. The child's facial features were completely sunken, and it was as yellow as a skeleton. The skinny limbs were weakly placed on the woman's side, swinging back and forth with the woman's movements.
"Your brother...he will never be hungry again." The woman's face twitched, as if she was smiling, but she smiled, and two lines of tears fell unconsciously from the corners of her dry eyes.
The numb crowd stirred for a moment, and some people looked at the woman named Sam in surprise.
"……oh."
Little Harry responded calmly, took the straw ball, chewed it casually, and swallowed it.
The cold grass ball activated his calm stomach, and his stomach spasmed involuntarily, and streams of acidic water surged into his throat.
The child stretched his neck, like a force-fed duck, and the narrow neck made swallowing movements visible to the naked eye.
If a child has read books, he may be able to describe that it is a burning pain in the stomach and the entire esophagus.
If a child has drunk alcohol, he or she may say that it feels like drinking the strongest alcohol in the world.
It was just that he didn't know anything, but he was used to this feeling. He lowered his head and drank a few sips in the murky puddle on the roadside, forcing down the nausea.
"Aunt Sam, bury my brother. You are tired of carrying him."
Little Harry may not understand other things, but he is used to seeing life and death, so he knows that the dead cannot be a drag on the living.
I just don’t know why, but he deliberately kept his voice very low.
Aunt Sam: "I don't have the energy to dig the hole anymore. Let's save the energy to walk."
Little Harry raised his head and looked at the woman: "Aunt Sam, then please put my brother aside. When we have the strength, we will come back to dig a hole for him."
"No, put him down, those monsters will eat him!" Aunt Sam's attitude was very firm.
"Aunt Sam..."
Little Harry's voice was amplified. Of course, this was compared to how loud it was just now, but in fact it was just a normal speaking voice.
"Huh?" Aunt Sam looked at the stopped child in confusion.
"You can't bring a dead person with you," little Harry's dark eyes were as calm as ice, "Dead people will attract monsters."
His emotions are like two extremes.
When he was alive, he was his younger brother. Even if he was hungry again, he would give it to his younger brother to eat, even if he would be the one to starve to death later.
But if it dies, it is just a waste, a poison that will attract monsters.
The lifeless refugees around seemed to have been suddenly awakened.
"Aunt Sam, why aren't you more sensible than little Harry?" A militiaman armed with old weapons accused him while watching the passers-by around him.
"Look, how many people did our village originally have, and how many people are there now? We can't resist the monsters again." A middle-aged man of the same age stated the pros and cons.
"Sam, Sam, you want to kill us!" An older man yelled angrily with trembling fingers.
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