He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 109 The Slender Strip Comes to the Rescue

A group of young black men, carrying wooden sticks, and the three in the lead also had homemade guns.

They surrounded Li Ji and his men, each armed and menacing.

"They're the ones bullying the cow!"

Dailulu silently made a mental note of it.

Humans not only have a fervent worship of reproduction, but also a strong worship of nature. Their emphasis on animal protection is something we should learn from.

"Come on, follow us to the Five Elders' Association!"

"What is the Five Elders Council, meow? Is it a meeting made up of five old men, meow?"

"Sounds like it."

As Shark Baby stomped its foot on the ground, a little dust rose up.

"Li Ji, shall we make a move?"

"We don't need to use violence, Shark, just jump big."

Li Ji had figured out the nature of Indians; as long as he showed them his special abilities, they would immediately bow down in worship.

These are just ordinary villagers; there's no need to have a violent conflict with them.

"clear."

With a powerful leap, Shark Baby jumped three meters high.

It fell to the ground with a "bang."

The dust that was stirred up spread outwards like ripples.

The four men were full of confidence, waiting for their three brothers to bow down and kneel in worship.

"It's Dalit's black magic!"

Everyone was so frightened that they fled in panic.

What the hell?

How can there be a caste system in this?
A Brahmin who can jump three meters high is a god.

Is it black magic that Dalit jumps three meters high?

Only one person hadn't run away yet, and he approached him with a憨憨 (simple and honest) expression.

"Why don't you run?"

"I want to learn black magic."

"roll!"

Li Ji kicked him away.

"I guess I've achieved my goal. Hurry up and chase after the delivery guy!"

They ventured deep into the village, as if they had returned to a primitive tribe.

The roadside was lined with thatched huts, and disheveled people were doing farm work.

"He's right ahead."

Li Ji ran hurriedly on the dirt road.

As he passed by someone, that person suddenly shouted, "You Dalit, you stepped on my shadow! Hand over your sister right now!"

What the hell is this?

Are the lowest of the low even lower than a shadow?

Li Ji kept running, without looking back.

He turned his invisible third eye and aimed it at the guy who was stomping his feet in anger.

"Rubber, rubber—pistol!"

He stretched out his hand more than ten meters long and slapped the man across the face.

The man covered his face and cried out, "Dalit's black magic! He's using his left hand! I can't keep this face!"

Li Ji ran and laughed.

Arresting and confiscating people can be done simultaneously.

In the days before, as a Brahmin, I didn't feel much privilege, but as soon as I became a Dalit, discrimination came immediately.

"It's nearby."

They arrived at the heart of the village.

The houses here are densely packed, no longer the thatched huts along the roadside, but brick houses with courtyards.

Although it still looks simple, it is obviously much more upscale than the outside.

"Everyone split up and find the target communicator to make contact."

The four people dispersed in the center of the village.

Li Ji went into a small courtyard, which was empty.

He was about to check the house when he felt a heavy wave of mental pollution wash over him again.

"Li Ji, my friend."

"Let the wise and powerful, super-intelligent thin strip solve all this!" Li Ji's mind was filled with the thin strip's cringeworthy lines and images of old men of various skin colors taking baths.

A slender man strode out of the house, wrapped in his long trench coat, wearing a Mexican hat and two pairs of sunglasses.

"Can you fucking stop thinking about the old man taking a bath?!"

"Excuse me."

"Don't even think about helping the old man pee!"

Looking at the long and thin strip, Li Ji really didn't know where to begin complaining.

"Why are you still dressed like this? Don't you have any mimicry abilities?"

"My senior said that funding is tight, and since I'm not a permanent staff member, I can't apply for the mimicry ball."

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking very confident.

To outsiders, the man, who was over two meters tall, appeared to be choking himself.

"I don't think there's any need for mimicry, because my imitation of Earthlings is already far beyond that of ordinary people."

"You theorists who study in classrooms have no advantage over people like me who have been living on Earth for a long time."

Li Ji looked up at him and said, "If you don't strangle yourself, I'll barely think it's convincing."

"This isn't a neck, it's a waist!"

"You've been here for so long, and you still can't find where a human's waist is?"

The slender figure quickly placed his hand on the chest area of ​​his clothes.

"Is this it?"

"No."

He then placed his hands on his knees.

"No, that's not it. I don't have time to play with you. Aren't you here to help me with my important business?"

Why do we waste so much time making fools of ourselves every time we try to do something worthwhile?

The slender figure also realized his mission: "Then let me tell you about this genius's plan."

Li Jiyang interrupted him ruthlessly: "No need, I have a plan."

Refusal was ineffective; the brainwaves directly penetrated his brain.

"The Momobarilo aliens like bad smells, so we can use that as a starting point."

"This is the smelliest place on the whole planet. I don't think you can find anything smellier."

The slender figure sneered, "You underestimate me."

Suddenly, a strong stench invaded Li Ji's olfactory nerves.

The smell was like a muscle, constantly punching and kicking his brain.

This was the smelliest thing he had ever smelled in his life.

"What the hell is this?"

"A combination of all my father's accumulated grime. The oldest of these must be 74 years old."

Li Ji painfully covered his nose, but it was to no avail. He asked while dry heaving.

Are you talking about a person?

"No, the person is 103 years old. I'm just referring to the grime. All of this combined should be over a thousand years old."

Li Ji was dying; he lay on the ground wailing, "Can you please stop sending that smell out for now?"

"no problem."

The taste disappeared, and I immediately felt refreshed.

Li Ji, panting heavily, got up: "Our plans are somewhat similar; we both used your brainwaves to blow him out. But I just can't imagine using a mixture of old grime!"

“Use brainwaves? I have no intention of using brainwaves.”

"So what's your plan?"

Li Ji had a bad feeling.

"I'll use real food. I plan to put it in various places to attract delivery drivers to eat it."

“I brought it with me, it’s in the pocket of my trench coat, I’ll take it out and show it to you.”

Li Ji rushed forward and grabbed the slender hand that was about to reach into his pocket.

"No need!"

Li Ji faces a dilemma.

Using one's own solution means accepting the baptism of that foul brainwave.

Using a long, thin strip, you might not only smell it, but also see something unusual.

"Let's stick to my original plan."

“We’ll find something that the Momobarilo aliens fear most, and then you can send that thing out in the form of brainwaves.”

“We observe on the street, and whoever reacts the most, whether it's a person, animal, or motorcycle, is the deliveryman.”

(End of this chapter)