Chapter 3335

What did the black doctor lose to the death knell? It's actually very humble. It's a can.

It's not much smaller than the palm of your hand. It looks a little like spam lunch meat, but the packaging is more fashionable.

On the front of the commodity label is a large bowl of steaming soybean soup, interspersed with some carrots and meat pieces, which looks delicious.

Look at the list of ingredients. There is not only a lot of sugar, but also a lot of salt. Who knows what it will taste like.

However, those are not the key, but the product name of this kind of canned food is more eye-catching. On it, the commodity name and advertising words are written in cosmic colorful fonts:

"Multiverse beans, super power from the multiverse."

Bobo, who could not help but read aloud, laughed on the spot. The orangutan's head shook slowly and said with a smile:

"What kind of retarded scam is this? Even if you can gain strength by eating canned food, you must at least be canned spinach, right?"

"Ah, I didn't believe it at first."

Mr. Zhuoyue nodded. Even if he was questioned, he still maintained a relaxed attitude and removed a leg of the steel bone. Although he did not know how he suspended the body self-healing function of the master box, the steel bone was like a strong man's version of Barbie doll, which was manipulated by him at will:

"But after a little investigation, the company that produces these canned bean soup claims that their raw materials are from the multiverse and there is no fraud. This aroused my curiosity. Then I bought several cans. As canned soup, it is neither expensive nor cheap. Such a small can costs 15 dollars..."

"Don't say those digressions. What are the inspection results?"

Bobo took out his pipe and filled it with tobacco. He knew that Michael, as a scientist, would test the composition of those beans.

Orangutans are not scientists. They use strange science and technology to create things. They all rely on the same intuition as "I think". He doesn't know too many scientific and technological means, but he knows human nature.

"In short, these beans are likely to grow in a world full of nuclear radiation. I tested their gene map and found that there are gene variations caused by severe radiation." the doctor took off a steel arm and weighed it in his hand: "eating may be harmless, but I'm afraid of side effects such as hair loss or skin luminescence, so I didn't try it myself."

Don't you just taste it yourself? No problem.

After hearing what the little black man said, Su Ming decisively opened the can in his hand. First, he smelled the smell. There was a faint smell of fishiness, which had nothing to do with food.

However, each bean is very big. Maybe the soup is swollen, maybe it is caused by variation. Each bean is the top of the ordinary three.

Then he let the strangler eat a more pleasing one, and the symbiont immediately reached the same conclusion as the doctor. This is a soybean variety it had not eaten before, which is completely different from the common soybean genes. It can be said to be a new species.

And the radiation content is not low. If ordinary people eat too much, they may be frank enough to emit a faint glow of fluorescent green.

From a certain point of view, allowing ordinary people to illuminate through their own bodies is indeed a super power. It is true that the advertisement says it is a super power from the multi universe.

"Michael is right. This bean comes from the multiverse. We found a clue."

It's funny that Su Ming put the can on the operating table and touched the bean sprout head to calm his discomfort after eating disgusting food:

"Although during the sinking of the earth and the year of the villain, other parallel worlds provided a lot of material assistance to the earth 0, mainly all kinds of food, these channels are controlled by the justice alliance. When distributing food to the refugees, there is no mention of the multi universe."

"I see, at least for now, the canning manufacturer is one of the beneficiaries of the current speculation about the concept of the multi universe." the orangutan reached out to pull the canning, looked at the above production address and wrote down: "as for what relationship they have with the parallel world, we just need to check it."

The detective orangutan didn't expect to have a clue so soon. Although it was far fetched, he could investigate at least. It was no longer like a headless fly, so he looked very happy.

"You're happy. I'm not interested in these chores, so now you've got the information you want. Can you leave my laboratory?" Mr. excellence didn't return to fiddling with his steel body. His eyes showed some enthusiasm. It was his attention to mother box technology: "by the way, you have to give me fifteen dollars. That's the money for cans."

Bobo didn't bring money when he went out. It's useless for him to ask for money. Can he still buy ice cream on the street? Who would sell a commodity to an orangutan?

"I don't have any money with me. You can ask Batman for reimbursement. After all, it was bought to investigate the case." Bobo winked at the death knell, stepped back and was ready to run away: "orangutan, I have to be busy saving the multiverse."

Then he ran away. At that moment, Su Ming even saw the shadow of the speeder on his little body.

So Mr. Zhuo's eyes moved to one side to watch the lively death knell. The small eyes should mean "if you open the can, you have to buy it", "if you can run, orangutans can't run away", "won't anyone even want to whore for nothing? No? "

Without a word, Su Ming took out a few dollars and patted them on the corner of the operating table. He conveniently took back the can and rewelded it with cosmic energy. He was ready to send it back. He couldn't waste food.

Xingjue should like to eat these strange things. After all, he once ate 'that kind of' green grass dumpling

"We have to go and check whether the active guy on the network has anything to do with dakside. You repair it slowly. When you repair the steel bone, he can communicate with people normally. Let green arrow call me."

The death knell smiled at the scientist and Shi Shi ran left. He was going to take the orangutan to the cannery to see who could make money so early.

Bobo didn't run far. He was like a thief, lying on the corner of the corridor not far away and peeking.

Seeing the death knell coming out, the monkey came to him again and spoke a lot more seriously:

"Is it convenient for us to go there? Should we say hello first?"

"No, Batman once said the Justice League. If anyone interferes in Gotham's affairs, he will quit the team, but are you a member of the Justice League?" Su Ming tapped his finger on his ear and smiled to contact the adjutant.

"No." Bobo smiled bitterly, and there were few opportunities to exploit Batman's loopholes: "I'm a non official consultant of the dark justice alliance, and I'm still an orangutan. Oh, what a coincidence, hehe."

"I'm not a member of the positive alliance, so it's convenient for me to intervene in Gotham's affairs." the knell picked up the orangutan and asked him to help hold the can. In an instant, he flashed to the square outside the justice hall and said with a smile: "adjutant, send us to the most honest place."

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