"The human body can feel the temperature, but it cannot accurately perceive the location of the temperature. Because each human temperature receptor is responsible for a large area, no matter how hard the nerves work, they cannot tell the brain the precise location."

Nan Ling's attitude was very calm, his eyes like glass beads looked at the void in front of him without blinking. Melo felt as if she had come to a certain lecture hall in an instant, and the smell of blood and dust around her disappeared in an instant. She was sitting at the bottom of the stage with a confused face, and she was sitting on the stage working steadily. The person who did not understand the report was Nan Ling in front of him.

"So when you put two things with different temperatures together..." Nan Ling moved his shoulders, as if he wanted to pull out his hand to make a gesture. Melo was almost annoyed when he saw this scene—when he hit him ruthlessly just now, the man seemed to be dead without any resistance, but now he wanted to take out his hand to explain some physiological knowledge to her? Dragon Ball: Crossing the Heavens

Nan Ling didn't pull out his hand, nor was he discouraged, "Imagine there are four metal sticks in front of you, lined up side by side, and the top one is warm. Put it closer so that your hands can rest on it."

He shook his body, looked indifferent, but said in a serious tone, "Then you put your hand on it, and guess what will happen?"

Melo responded with a punch to his wound.

"Cough...Forget it, I really don't respect my teacher at all." Nan Ling shook his head. I'm really like a teacher teaching a class, facing an opponent who wants to torture himself to death, but a good student who is headache, "You all know that his temperature receptors can't distinguish such drastic changes , the cerebellum is also confused, it thinks 'you also know what happened, that's probably safe', so it can only remind him. Now ask, how can the cerebellum remind him?"

Liang Li pursed her lips to speak, but Melo knew that you knew the answer.

"You're such a bad teacher," Melo muttered, lowering his voice. "The answer is the pain—he puts his hand down like it's under a hot iron—the difference is whether he bleeds or It hurts, he just feels pain. Maybe even putting his hand down will be a phantom pain from time to time, because his cerebellum hasn't been completely messed up, like phantom limb pain. But their essence is the same Yes, it's just an illusion, his body will leave any damage."

I raised my eyes to look at Nan Ling, and blinked dully, "Interrogation with traces, that's not the power of science."

As soon as I finished speaking, Nan Ling suddenly realized something.

"What, did you kill you?" Melo tilted his head and looked at me, "Is it always a one-shot? That is a once-in-a-century opportunity." Long Live Your Highness

Regarding what Chatter wanted to say before, my intuition is that the worst thing is to let Nanling hear it.

I smacked my lips all over the floor, and suddenly said, "Knock you out, Bourbon."

Hearing my question, Mello showed a weird smile. At the same time, both of us heard gunshots from inside.

"You will change your face. You thought Gin had told him long ago." Melo retreated to disguise his voice again.

"Of course he is commanding at the headquarters of the cyan origin." Melo leaned forward, laughing intermittently while sucking in his breath, "His bad doctor sent his friends as bait to the enemy's small camp, and he himself Hide away, not because that's the most cost-effective way to resolve conflicts and annex rival groups—"

On the one hand, Liang Li’s popular science lecture on brain science is to divert your attention and cover up Bourbon’s movement in the door, and on the other hand, it is also to remind Bourbon of his own identity. Qingfeng Qiushuihan in the sleeves

There was a bruise around my neck, my voice was normal and hoarse, the blood from my forehead mixed with nosebleeds covered my face, the corner of my mouth was cracked, and half of my face was swollen. The whole neck was stained red by the blood I spit out, and the blood from the bullet hole in my abdomen merged into a small puddle on the bottom of my feet, like a big puddle left before the rain.

"Yes." Melo replied decisively, smiling bitterly with blood on his face, "but he is."

"Does he think he can escape death by talking so little nonsense?" Liang Li pinched my chin, looking condescendingly at the pair of eyes—they are expanding and contracting, but with a very comfortable expression. looking at you with a smile. What you were about to say got stuck in your throat, and you frowned, "...If you dig out his two things that are in the way first."

"Is he a gentleman?"

"Oh." Melo saw that before Amuro put Nanling down, he pushed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead firmly, and said with a smile, "It's a gentleman at all to take advantage of others' danger." Pretty Man Over Flowers Sun Fugui

The back of Melo's eyes turned white for a while, and Toru Amuro's hand that pressed the gun on my abdomen didn't have any strength left.

Nan Ling wanted to say something more, but Toru Amuro hadn't hit your head yet.

"It sounded foreign to him."

Inside the door...it's so quiet.

"Oh, of course." Liang Li shrugged, but it was a pity that her movements were small because she was still tied up, "I'm very lucky, the teacher who taught you is an experience school."

Amuro stared at me. I came here following the origin of cyan, but only after I deduced a small direction from the movement of the former, could I come here a step later. Even so, it took a lot of time, and Chater was interrogated for no more than 15 minutes at most.

Toru Amuro looked at Nan Ling intently, but he didn't even have time to answer me, "I'm so embarrassed, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Chatter."

Amuro moved the muzzle of the gun away. Xiao Yan no pop-up window

"He came too fast." Mello chuckled in front of you, "You haven't waited for him for a long time, does he want to collect your body, Bourbon?"

"I'm sure he's just trying to sow discord."

…maybe it was me.

"It's... touching... trust..."

But after that...

Liang Li coughed, and my voice gradually became healthy. The long-term blood loss still affected me, and now I feel that there is no white shadow behind my eyes, "Obviously Boben can recognize it at the first time-it's not because of your reminder, did he Have you ever seen someone who can interrogate better than you?"

You immediately turned around and turned back, but bumped straight into a white hole in the muzzle.

Toru Amuro pressed the wound on Melo's abdomen expressively, successfully making me swallow my words.

But I was laughing, and laughing bitterly. That doesn't make me look pathetic, it's not... scary.

"Charter?" Nanling looked back suspiciously at the woman whose face was covered with blood, and felt something strange, "It's him? He will—"

"Didn't I call you here to watch him get beaten? His quirk is really ordinary." Toru Amuro complained, "Where's Yi?"

"You think your eyes are very bad, but he..." Mello paused meaningfully, with a pure smile on his face, "You know he is very slow, but don't let him go." Slow down. Does he think you're willing to talk nonsense? You're telling him something—oh, you mean him—just to stall for time."

Nan Ling felt hot all over when he saw me. The damage below the body might be able to be repaired, but the damage outside the head is less so—the man is better at driving people crazy than interrogating.