"Why do we always meet here?"
"It's decided by a consultant. If you have any opinions, you can tell her."
There was an undeniable silence in the Tsuburaya exhibition hall at night. After this silence was easily trampled by footsteps, there was a question and answer session between the two parties.
The moonlight cast from the diagonally upper skylight falls on the display cabinet through the glass wall at the entrance of the corridor.
A small part of the light is shared by the glass products, but most of it still reaches the huge moth-like model, which seems to be the reappearance of a famous scene, giving the model and living things vitality.
Both parties in the question and answer did not care about this spectacle-like scene, and it was clear that they also enjoyed the coverage of astigmatism.
But there were also a pair of eyes in the darkness staring at the moth that was favored by the soft light. While looking intently, they seemed to receive a response.
The light that contained the moth also smeared in her eyes, making the darkness she was in no longer pure.
"consultant?"
The person who had taken the initiative to ask questions when he arrived still seemed to be asking questions at this moment, squinting at the petite silhouette standing in the darkness far away from the two of them, leaning against a display cabinet.
His eyes were somewhat contemptuous, not only because of the position of consultant, but also because of the other person's preoccupation at the moment, and even more because of the other person's state of being full of flaws.
The consultant feels just like his appearance, just like a JK.
This is a name that has gradually become popular in the Far Eastern District, and is also a name emphasized by many travelers. It takes the first letter from the kana sound jyoshikoukousei in the Far East language, and its original meaning is female high school student.
But unlike many people's yearning for existences like Jk, mercenaries' evaluations of such groups include shallow knowledge, changeable emotions, high self-esteem, and noisy.
He belongs to a group that he hates and excludes.
So... what can this kind of consultant be used for?
He was very disdainful, but he was also a very professional mercenary. He was not a meddlesome person, nor was he picky about his employer's choices.
Even the woman standing next to the Mothra model is not actually an employer, but a partner.
However, the rules are universal, and avoiding more troubles is the first criterion for smooth work.
So even if the 'consultant' was obsessed with the model and ignored his gaze, the mercenary just turned his attention to the partner again: "Let's stay here, at least there aren't many people this time."
"It's hard to tell. You'd better do it as soon as possible."
The 'consultant' who had not reacted when he was staring at him suddenly suddenly dismantled him at this time, and his voice was even more casual like a joke: "The monster showcase near the corridor will come alive, but the famous city Legend~, many people are interested."
"Including you?" Glancing at the monster model in front of him, the 'partner' asked the 'consultant' angrily, "You just came here specifically to see this scene, so you set the meeting place here?"
Why didn't the partners seem to know what the consultant was thinking... The mercenary who was watching was silent and followed the rules, although he was curious about how a paranoid old woman and a frivolous female student collided.
"How is that possible? I'm just recommending a suitable place for conversation. The tourists here don't really care about your attire, right?"
The 'advisor' in the darkness shrugged, and then walked aside with his hands in his pockets: "If you want to talk about anything, you have to hurry up."
It seemed that the darkness in other areas would not hinder her. The mercenaries and their partners who also had night vision capabilities could see the girl wandering among the display cabinets, and her eyes were also flowing among the groups of models.
This also made the two of them more suspicious that she only wanted to visit quietly, so she set the meeting place here.
Regarding this 'consultant' hired temporarily by other colleagues, the woman herself was very dissatisfied, but what the other person said was also the key, and she should really hurry up.
So she had to frown and look back at the mercenary.
"Report it, Matar."
After watching such a farce, Matar finally got to the point. Matar twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressing the desire to laugh and reported the work: "The soul attached to the huge machine can be recognized as a monster by the extractor, but it will lose control. The card drawn out It’s also this kind of defective product.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand hidden in the cloak. There was a card between his fingers, receiving the baptism of the moonlight.
It was a Mechagodzilla card with a lava hell-like image as the background. At first glance, it looked no different from the peripheral cards sold by the Tokusatsu Association. Even the pirated cards were cooler than its stand-up illustration.
This is also the only advantage of piracy. The irreplaceable advantage of the genuine card is that it can be recognized and read by the Tokusatsu Association's deep dive game. It has the same duel style as "Yu-Gi-Oh!", but the rules are more biased towards Hearthstone and Shadow. That kind of poetry.
But this card is not very good. It cannot be read by game data, the vertical painting is average, and there is even a fatal crack, which makes it look incomparable to anyone else.
It doesn't need to be compared to those, just because it is special enough.
The moment the woman took the card, she seemed to hear the roar of the mechanical behemoth, and a sense of oppression belonging to the huge metal creation rushed towards her, turning her somewhat impatient look into one that could not be concealed. .
The fear passed away in a flash, but the woman who managed her expression very quickly still revealed her gaffe in her slightly hoarse voice: "It can probably only be activated once, and it is also twisted into a state between biological and mechanical... "
"What is the reason for the loss of control? Is the quality of the soul too poor?"
There was undisguised regret in his words.
The mercenary shook his head: "Compared to soul strength, the biggest variable in numerical analysis is the proportion of abnormal emotions."
The woman was silent for a moment and asked: "...Because of the twisted power?"
Use the twisted power to urge the time traveler to create chaos, use the twisted power to blend the alien soul with the steel behemoth, but this also causes organic matter to cling to the machine, and it seems to be moving closer to its original body—— She could see the obvious problem and could naturally think of the reasons for the abnormal emotions.
"Maybe," the mercenary was not sure, "Maybe next time I should try the power of corruption. Although the power of those ancient existences is powerful, it is not controllable."
After hearing this, the woman thought for a moment and was about to speak when she heard the voice of a 'consultant' in the distance: "Have you ever thought that if you just transform into a beast soul, although you have enough desire, there is also an excess of dark side, and people can't control it. live?"
"Miss consultant, do you have any advice?"
Looking at the 'consultant' who seemed to be walking in front of different display cabinets according to a certain predetermined route, the woman did a good job of hiding her dissatisfaction at being interrupted.
"I haven't seen your data, how can I ask for advice? I just feel like you don't think from the perspective of a monster."
"Thinking from the perspective of a monster?" the woman was surprised.
What kind of crazy talk is this? Do you still need to consider the idea of experimental products when you are just doing a few experiments? The still silent mercenary sneered in his heart, thinking that that thing was not even a real monster. It was just a machine. It was only after he guided an alien soul and twisted it into a wild beast that it was recognized as a 'monster' by the machine.
He also wanted to complain that the concept of 'monster' recognized by the machine was really broad, and he heard the consultant also mention this:
"Since you have tools that can extract power from the concept of monsters, you should think about the concept of monsters it recognizes, and what controllable tools you want, and choose between them~choose~"
The consultant raised his hand and made a strange gesture.
It is a gesture in which the thumb, index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger are brought together so that the middle finger and ring finger form a V-shaped space.
I don't know if it was to show off his excellent control over his fingers, or if it was a popular gesture among jk people. The mercenary was confused about this. He only lacked a light screen that could be used to write question marks.
His partners, however, directly opposed this.
"It's boring. Those cards are not even the monsters themselves. If you want to play house with the monsters, you should go it alone," the woman said, and with a swipe of her finger like magic, four overlapping cards slipped out from her fingertips and were handed to her. The mercenary said, "The Belial card is a disposable item like Mechagodzilla, but Ace Killer and King Airei are not. Use it with care."
"The prophecy system and the time system will confirm your existence within three days, and after three days you will be on the wanted list of Tianmen City."
"There are only three days of operation, I know," the mercenary took the card nonchalantly, his eyes not concealing their sharpness and ferocity, "With the chips you gave me, this is not difficult to do."
"..." The consultant who was not far away turned his head when he heard this, put his hands in his pockets, and hunched over slightly, looking at someone who was mentally retarded.
The kind of cards that flow into the gray area of Tianmen City is completely predictable chaos, but the mercenaries seem confident enough to fish in troubled waters.
"The second version of the beta device obtained by Frontier Lighthouse, keep your goal in mind," the woman didn't care about the mercenary's confidence, but emphasized, "I don't want those imitated defective products, and don't attract unnecessary attention."
"Of course, I understand, you are a 'hermit'."
"You and I both like to be low-key, that's why we met. I hope you can continue to live this 'low-key' life. Okay, you can go and don't let anyone notice you."
"Of course." The mercenary nodded, turned and left. This time, there was no sound of his footsteps, and his whole body escaped from the overflowing moonlight and fell into complete darkness.
On the contrary, the Sakura-haired consultant walked slowly from the darkness to the moonlight, smiling and making sarcastic remarks in a lazy tone:
"I think his first step was very low-key~ Have you discussed it?"
"What? Are you scared? Or were you there at that time? Akane Shinjo."
The woman looked unhappily at this girl who was incompatible with her in every aspect. Whether it was age, hobbies or even temperament, the classical Victorian lady could not get along with the modern JK, especially the other party's clever cunning and pretentiousness. Her cute tone and gesture made her feel vulgar.
"I just think he is very unreliable. The first thing he thought of was on the news page of this city, and he sent so many people to the hospital and the cemetery..." the girl said, as if she was disgusted and disgusted. He seemed to find it funny, "I don't know how many people are looking for him now."
Such a clever way of skipping the topic and taking the initiative on your own made the 'Hermit' quite disdainful.
"I don't know why the higher-ups want to hire you as a temporary consultant, but since you don't plan to join the work, don't worry about it. Mechagodzilla can be recognized by the instrument, which proves that your theory is successful, and your work is over. Everything else It’s none of your business.”
"Liar! I was abandoned so soon?" The girl seemed to be surprised and raised her hands to resist, but such a startled body movement itself proved that she was not very excited, and there was no sadness on her face. Instead, he turned to false fear and said, "You won't be silenced next, right?"
"If I notice that you have leaked secrets before I succeed, I don't mind doing it myself."
"Can you make it public after you get it?"
The consultant was surprised. This time it didn't look like he was cheating: "So open-minded?"
"If you really want those spies to target you, even if your body dies and your soul is destroyed, they will still be able to find out the information." The hermit looked frightened as if he had seen it with his own eyes or experienced it personally, but after finishing his words, he He also reacted and said fiercely to the other party, "For your own sake, you'd better be normal!"
It turns out that it’s not about being open-minded but about being afraid of the other side...If you’re so afraid, then don’t even think about doing such a thing~
The consultant smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, auntie, then you have to finish it well."
"..." The hermit was suddenly startled by being called so, and his expression turned cold. "It seems that you no longer intend to see me again."
"Well, I'm just a high school girl~ And aunty, you can even admit that Baltan and Cicada, Gilas and Godzilla are wrong... It's really uninspiring."
The girl smiled sweetly, and it was obviously late at night, but she smiled with a sense of sunshine, which made the woman a little uneasy.
"It's so strange that the two couples admitted their mistakes."
"It's strange that someone who has power related to monsters is so 'amateur', but I can understand why that person hired me."
It was difficult to refute these words, and the hermit could only smack his lips.
The consultant stretched his body and said, "I'm a little sleepy, so I'm leaving. This will save the time for meeting and talking to you and giving it to others."
"You'd better be honest and don't make me interested in your chat history."
"Peeping into girls' chat history, what a scary aunt."
It’s hard, the fist is hard! The hermit looked at the girl's back. When he thought about not being able to see her again, his blood pressure eased slightly.
"But I always talk about monsters with my friends, and you might not understand either."
The guy's voice was still coming from far away, and a beam of light emerging from the darkness also came from the activated mobile phone screen in her hand, but what she was saying was not what a woman would pay attention to.
.
"Unread message? Oh, it's a little snake."
"Want to chat in the model room? Eh? I haven't gone home yet, so let him wait for a while."
After all, she is just a female high school student, and her deep infiltration equipment is still at home.
