"Why are you so angry? It's as if you were punished by being sent to be an electronic ghost."
Omer, who returned to the hotel, was speechless at the awkward old man.
Originally, he had to deal with the time-traveling case at the police station, but the caring adults in the station all said that he had already experienced such a 'painful' thing and it was not suitable to talk about it anymore. It didn't matter if he came back to register tomorrow and the day after tomorrow——
——This is a lie, Homao is sure that they just want to reduce their burden, because there are so many men and women in the hall outside who are ready to give them more work.
However, the matter of being transported is indeed not the first priority at the moment, so Omo happily accepted the grace offered by them and took his adoptive father back to the hotel after a round of 'data consecration'.
"Unfilial son~" The cyber vampire ghost has mixed into the local data of Omo's terminal and started to play tricks in it.
Because it was so embarrassing, Omer even turned on the anti-peeping function so that the ghostly appearance and strange drag sounds would not be heard by others.
It wasn't until he returned to the hotel, locked the door, and turned on the soundproofing magic pattern that Omo seemed to be saying to himself: "I remember there was a game world where weapons were collected and featured."
"Seriously!" "?" "Ahem, I don't have a picture, do you have a name?"
"It's called "Armed Alchemy." Anyone living or dead can go there. I heard it's quite bloody." Omo adjusted his memory. It was information he came across by chance a few years ago. He didn't tell Morrison because of this recommendation. It's somewhat unlucky, but it doesn't need to be so taboo now, "You can check to see if it's still in operation."
"Bloody is good! Bloody!" Without blood, but still with a soul, Morrison, who still retains his love for blood in Tamashi, looked cheerful and immediately disappeared from the terminal screen, and then quickly reappeared. Came back, "Still still! There are quite a lot of people online, a total of 120,000!"
"Twenty-two thousand dollars is pretty rare for games these days. It's already going downhill." Omo was speechless, realizing that his adoptive father really didn't know much about the immersive game environment, "But This kind of game also has strong AI support, which is no different from real people."
"I'm going to create an account first. Soul is really not used to surfing the Internet." Morrison said and fell silent.
Omo, on the other hand, put down his satchel and took off his scarf and coat, then glanced at the terminal text that suddenly lit up again.
There was a reminder of the arrival of a huge amount of money in the account. It was marked as an insurance company. It seemed that Morrison's insurance money had arrived.
The soul is still there, so there should be no need to deal with the inheritance, but you still have to control this guy's krypton money.
Omo thought to himself.
In the past, Morrison was able to turn his high-salary class into a moonlight clan with his collection of weapons. If he were to let go of buying weapons in the game... This is really awesome, and it would probably give mentally retarded news. Add a column.
A centenary-year-old vampire is addicted to krypton gold and has nothing, so I'm afraid there will be a black mark on the picture of crying and crying.
If you are too mentally retarded, your neighbors may even say, "You must not be like the uncle next door."
It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, just don't tell your teacher.jpg
At the moment, he was lying on the sofa, not bothering to turn on the scene simulation function that came with the hotel room to change his mood. But when he looked up, he saw that the ceiling of the hotel had turned into an empty blue sky, which made him startled for a moment, and then Then Morrison's voice suddenly came:
"Tired? Don't know what to do?"
"No."
It's okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Omer stood up again, and as if he had unlimited energy, he reached for the satchel on the table, opened the zipper, and took out the small box.
The small box containing the case description chip.
"I think you don't need to look at that thing. I can tell you what I encountered." Morrison's profile picture popped up on the terminal screen again, with a hint of helplessness. "That thing is for you to die in the line of duty." The family members of the personnel told me that a lot of people died there this time, so the same rhetoric must have been copied many times."
"But there is a video of your last action, isn't it?" Omer opened the box, took out the chip the size of a fingernail, and carrying it, he approached the black machine that was out of place in the beach scene.
It is a high-end projection device that allows you to enjoy a clearer big screen, with a stable network connection. You can watch TV, search for online videos, and read chips.
Omo just put the chip in and read it, and first he saw three documents projected in mid-air.
One is the case file, the other is the soul gathering report + death certificate, and then there is the video file labeled [Morrison Linton].
Omer first clicked on the case file, and the next second he saw Morrison's figure appear on the side of the screen, in a reduced-scale Q-version image.
"Do you have to show your existence like this?" Omer was speechless.
"I have to come over to check the file. The front camera of your terminal is not pointed here," Morrison, the desktop pet on the screen, said plausibly, then turned to read the dense text behind him, "It seems that you are not lying. "
Homais, who was also studying the words, asked, "Would you say something if you lied?"
"How is it possible? The confidentiality agreement is still in effect, and I don't know much about it."
Morrison sighed, and in a flash he turned into a swarm of bats from the left side and flew to the other side, with a few words under his feet: "Look here."
He adapted so quickly... Omer was speechless watching his actions, but his eyes still fell on the words he stepped on:
【Tianmen riot】
Tianmen refers to the star gate that connects to other worlds. This is common knowledge in the city of Tianmen. Although Omo is an outsider, he has done his homework, so he can understand the development of "a problem in Tianmen attracts a group of visitors from other worlds".
This is indeed a very reasonable development, with many historical events as theoretical support.
But to be specifically brought out for emphasis...
"In this case, someone adjusted the power of Tianmen?" Omo asked, while slowly scrolling down the page.
No need to wait for Morrison to answer, Omer was directly confirmed in the following narration.
Tianmen's super-power operation caused a riot. Two hundred and thirty-six beings from other worlds parachuted into the North District of Tianmen City. One hundred and sixteen of them passed through the soul, and one fell into the research factory of Xingheng Heavy Industry in the North District, causing underground experiments The field’s No. 5 alien product, Mechagodzilla, automatically activates.
"Isn't it amazing that a soul can possess something like that?" Morrison, who noticed the direction of Omo's gaze, looked like it had nothing to do with him.
However, after Omer glanced at him, he said a series of more practical words: "It was originally created to destroy other giant beasts and allow humans to regain the top of the ecosystem. For this purpose, it needs to be controlled by humans. The interior itself It uses a neuron connection system, so it’s natural to be spiritually attached.”
"? You actually know so clearly?" Morrison was shocked.
"I think this is a basic operation for monster lovers." Omo didn't bother to look at him this time and continued to scroll down the page.
Some time-travelers took advantage of the secondary damage caused by Mechagodzilla to commit illegal crimes, while a small number of time-travelers honestly found the local authorities to understand the situation at the scene.
At this point in the record, not only the number but also the specific list of travelers has not been mentioned again.
Omer was not surprised by this blurring. He was still paying attention to the numbers 94, 14, and 68 that although they had no names, were given numbers.
No. 94 is Mechagodzilla, No. 68 is the murderer marked by Morrison, and No. 14 caused the second most damage to the city and was personally suppressed and imprisoned by a C-class ascendant.
C-level ascendants are already the bosses who can cause problems on the planet continent. Thousands of years ago, they would have been worshiped as gods.
Omo was naturally fascinated by this level of combat power, but what really attracted his attention was obviously the destruction of No. 4 and the on-the-spot killing of No. 68.
Two hundred and thirty-six alien beings, one hundred and forty-two criminals.
The latter was processed within four hours. Eighty-two were detained, 59 had to be killed due to the situation, and one had his body destroyed and his soul taken into custody, which is considered to be 0.5.
The rest of the alien beings are still being registered and resettled, and there are some soul-traveling disputes that require additional records. Omo is the simplest - he was attacked by an unknown soul, and the latter was mostly blocked by the firewall. Others If you die in the chip-led spiritual attack, then you only need to do a soul review and register your knowledge of other worlds.
If it's fast, it won't be used in a day. If it's slow, it's mainly due to the queuing process.
Omer scrolled the page to the end and looked at the final summary of the tables of persons in custody, persons to be registered, and persons killed in the line of duty.
Except for the normal names of those who died in the line of duty, the others are all numbers, and the dense arrangement is enough to make people resist.
"Even if you look at that thing, the content will not change."
Morrison does not have the patience to confirm things one by one like Omer, and perhaps this is also the reason why his civilian skills are so poor.
Omer ignored his cold response. After looking at it for a while, he asked him: "Does the order of the numbers represent the confirmation time?"
"Yes what's the matter?"
Morrison, who was already lying on his side fishing in the lower left corner of the page, was a little impatient.
"No. 14 was the first to be identified for causing damage to the city. No. 68 was locked up for participating in a vicious serial killing incident. And No. 94..." Omo raised his hand and stamped on the form belonging to No. 94, looking up. Morrison looked at himself, "Mechagodzilla caused the greatest damage to Tianmen City. Why is it number 94?"
"It didn't appear some time after the riot started, right? The city-wide announcement was only a few minutes behind its appearance!"
"Because no one thought at first that there was a time traveler hidden inside that big guy?"
"As the city at the forefront of studying and dealing with time travellers, Tianmen City doesn't even have detection instruments to detect souls and confirm soul wavelengths?" Omer asked.
"That must be true. And can you calm down your expression? It looks so scary."
"?" Omo was stunned, then raised his hand and touched his face, "What was my expression just now?"
Morrison thought for a moment about how to describe it, and then said: "Looks like he wants to punch me."
"It's so vague," Omer sighed, "I want to punch you a lot of the time."
"I can't pretend I didn't hear this."
"Forget about the looks. Let's take a look at your video files first."
"Why were my death certificate and soul gathering reports skipped? Aren't they worth seeing?"
"You're not as good-looking as Mechagodzilla."
"This is the second coldest thing I've heard today, second only to why I'm not dead yet."
