Su Xiao returned to the cellar.
She still had a bunch of supplies on hand, plus the contaminated spiritual consciousness she obtained today, which was extremely valuable for research.
Asked Lao Mo: "Lao Mo, you said before that after activating the consciousness of the God of Death, you can communicate with other survivors through thoughts? Is this the thing?"
After feeling it, Lao Mo said, "It has been contaminated and cannot be used for the time being."
"Well, so how should we get rid of it?" Su Xiao asked.
The last one said: "Maybe the toys of the God of Fire can be used."
Su Xiao: ...
Perhaps, this word is uncertain.
Lenovo's PUKShen toys include water guns, hourglasses, and dice. Could there be a bathtub to cleanse your brain?
Su Xiao put his polluted mind aside and looked at the supplies he had just hurriedly taken away but had not yet used up.
"Old man, what will happen if I feed you these three pieces of memory at once?" Su Xiao thought for a moment, "Will you recover all your memories?"
You don't even have to restore all your memories.
The current sensitivity is already 68%. What will happen when it reaches 100%?
The last one: "I can't be sure."
Forget it, take it step by step.
Su Xiao put the first Zhiyi into the blue plate.
Intellectual memory disappears.
After a few seconds, Su Xiao heard his sensitivity increase.
[Small Moto sensitivity increased to 90%]
Raised his eyes.
The last time I fed Zhiyi, the sensitivity of the smart housekeeper increased by 68%. At that time, it was Xiaomo who prompted. After Zhiyi recovered his memory, Xiaomo asked to be called Laomo, but why is it still Xiaomo who prompted here?
After waiting for a long time without hearing Lao Mo speak, she asked, "Lao Mo?"
The youngest seemed to have just come to his senses: "Xiaoxiao, it's me."
It was still a mechanical voice, but Su Xiao actually felt a little nervous when he heard the words "I am your father".
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the recovered memory?" Su Xiao asked.
The old man hesitated: "No... just a little unhappy."
Lidya Su asked tentatively, “Are you having a fight?”
"Hmm..." The old man paused, "Xiaoxiao, what kind of person is your father?"
Su Xiao paused as he was about to open the Level 5 treasure chest. "I don't remember much. We always quarreled when we were little."
"Why?" the youngest asked, his tone somewhat nervous.
"He is a teacher." Lidya Su's memory was a little vague.
She remembered how Lao Su lectured his students at the school gate, and how his mouth was dry from talking.
The old man said: "Is there any misunderstanding?"
Su Xiao shook his head. "There's no misunderstanding. He's a teacher, teaching the ninth grade. He spends most of his time with his students. Every time he gets home, he has to correct a lot of test papers, leaving very little time for me. He's also a math teacher. I have the worst math grades, and I didn't pass the math test. When I showed him the test paper, he would impatiently ask me how I could get such a simple math problem wrong. I didn't inherit his genes."
Um.
It's probably that kind.
In mathematics, Chinese and English, she got full marks in English, almost full marks in Chinese, full marks in mathematics were 120 points, and the passing mark was 90 points, but she only got 10 points.
The youngest hesitated for a moment, somewhat puzzled, "Is it because you... don't have talent?"
After saying this, I felt a little bit unbelievable.
Lidya Su thought about it seriously and said, “I must have done it on purpose.”
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