Although Omer was indeed surprised that a controversy that had been going on for a certain period of time was suddenly confirmed, it was still something that didn't matter to him.
After all, it should be the time traveler who cares about this, not him, a local who seems to inherit the other person's obsession after getting the time traveler's memory.
After a slight surprise, he realized there was no need to stay here any longer and politely said goodbye.
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"Then you shouldn't continue to wait for the results from the security bureau? What are you doing here? You can't take any time off, can you?"
The sudden voice in his ears caused Omo to pause, and then he started walking again: "Tired from playing the game?"
He was walking in the Mirror Market in the West District of Tianmen City, and Morrison's voice came out without any warning. Omo, who was walking without turning on the terminal, thought he was hearing something.
The level of magic in this place really makes people doubt the reality. As an inner urban area of Tianmen City developed by the outside world, the Mirror Market has some 'bugs' in the boundaries of the space due to errors at the beginning of the space opening. So I came here. Everyone can see the strange picture of the curved and stacked buildings.
In the past, Omo had seen photos of such wonders on the Internet. There were also corresponding wonders in the knowledge of other worlds, but they were the product of movies and not what he saw with his own eyes.
Developers don't care about space bugs. As long as it is new land, they can develop it. Tianmen City has many space experts, so there are quite a lot of artificial alien space markets that rely on the main world. At the same time, management is not easy. Convenient, it also became a place for evil and evil.
Morrison is familiar with the small black market unique to Tianmen City, but he doesn't remember that he taught Omo how to get here.
"I guessed that you should leave the police station at this point, but you came all the way here. I'm just heartless if you continue to play games, right? How did you find this place?"
"Search the black market, browse the forums, filter out useless things, leave the ones you care about for map screening, hire a taxi driver to fly to six locations, observe the pedestrians in these locations to determine the intelligence, further narrow the investigation circle and then learn other People come here.”
"Seriously? One and a half hours is enough for you to do so many things?" Morrison's voice was full of surprise.
"Of course I'm not serious. Most of the actual process can be omitted, because someone noticed me first when I was observing at the entrance outside the market, and I paid hundreds of yuan to ask him to take me to the black market..."
Although he was taken advantage of, Omo didn't look unhappy at all when talking about it, and even felt a little emotional.
"I didn't expect there are people doing this kind of business outside the Mirror Market."
To enter the Mirror Market from the outside, you only need to pass through a tunnel next to an alley. There is not even a gatekeeper blocking the way. When Omo noticed this, he immediately realized that the guy leading the way was making money at zero cost.
But he did save time, so he didn't waste the extra money he had originally agreed to.
But after actually entering, what made Omer sigh was that this place didn't look like a black market, but more like Diagon Alley or something.
There is no poor security, no chaotic repertoire, and not even a place to set up stalls on the ground. Instead, there are extremely compact storefronts arranged between buildings.
He was prepared to get into trouble because of his overly young appearance and lack of defense, including being targeted by pickpockets - the latter because he had seen a lot of them in the Jiemen area, so Here we can still identify those 'special professionals' who cannot get rid of occupational diseases.
But even if those people noticed his presence, they didn't intend to take action, and even distanced themselves from him.
"Do you know anyone special?" Morrison was not confused in this kind of place.
"I'm also curious. Among the people I've met in the past few days, Miss Hoshikuma is the only one who might be popular in a place like this."
The information about the ghost girl in the memory of the other world contains information related to gangsters, but that kind of information can only be used as a reference, and it is not advisable to believe it. The evidence is some horse racing girl trainers who have done something wrong. .
"Who is that?"
"The police officer who helped me yesterday, but I won't mention it now. Since you are here, you can be a staff officer. Are you familiar with this place?"
"This is District 3, right? I've been here before. What do you want to buy?"
"No rush, let's collect intelligence first," Omer replied, looking at the various stores passing by. "Places where you can directly buy and sell information, places where you can hire informants, and even places where you can hire minions, and finally places related to high-end weapons. The place."
"Then why don't you sit down in a store? Most of the local area networks connected here can be checked. I will give you some additional information that cannot be found, and you can find the rest by yourself."
"Okay," Omo accepted gladly, then took out the terminal and projected a light screen. Morrison's crossed face appeared on the light screen. "Have you entered the state? You are much more capable and reliable now than before."
"If you can't persuade me, then you should face reality. What kind of weapons do you want? You must be rushing to do it yourself, right?"
"To say it is a quick success, it is definitely a mechanical ascent. With the assistance of those chips and implants, it can even quickly pass the running-in stage of the body and exert its full combat power."
"But this road can only be the last one."
"It's expensive and requires you to give up your body. At the same price, I can directly hire several people to help you avenge you," Omo curled his lips, "This is much more stable."
"Yes, and in terms of technology options, there are also options such as exoskeleton armor and Gundam," Morrison said, and added, "There are also some particularly powerful firearms and weapons that do not require a high threshold."
"But my marksmanship is just okay, not perfect, and I don't have experience in driving large armor. I am destined to spend a lot of money on chips and auxiliary systems."
Omer opened the door and took his seat and waved to the waiter.
"It doesn't matter if you learn now. You have an S1 driver's license. You can drive an aerocar and fly an airship. It's not difficult to drive a Gundam. I've heard before that there is a fully automatic Gundam on the market. It's really good news for lazy dogs."
"Is it really worth talking about something that sounds super expensive?" Omo said, nodding to the waiter who came over, "A cup of caramel latte, thank you."
"Why don't you order black coffee?" "It's a risk to order black coffee in an unfamiliar store, but caramel latte is not much different anywhere."
"Then I don't think there's much difference between black coffee and black coffee. They're both ridiculously bitter anyway." Morrison muttered.
"That's because you're a layman who doesn't understand taste." "Then you might as well order a special honey drink. There's not much difference anywhere." "Let's stop here and return to our original topic!"
Omer knocked on the table, then raised his hand to the waiter who noticed it, indicating that it was irrelevant.
"If you don't consider technology, is there any way to cultivate elixirs on the cultivation side? There are also those heavenly materials and earthly treasures."
"If you choose this, be prepared to turn it into a medicine jar. Even if the system is improved to this day, it will be difficult to achieve it quickly. It is also a foreign object, and the release threshold of a spell scroll is lower than a spell. At least there is no need to open the mouth to chant a spell."
"Of course, there are spells that can be released without speaking, but it doesn't mean much, right?"
Hearing this, Omo fell into deep thought and immediately said:
"...Sure enough, it's better to just buy the Star Destroying Small Revolver or hire someone, right?"
"Why don't you go to the auction and have a look?" Morrison, who saw how quickly he displayed everything, tried to propose a new route, and saw that the other party's expression became extremely subtle, "What's wrong?"
"The term "auction" pulls out my non-existent memory. Don't worry about it. Please tell me about the situation of the auction first."
"There is an auction website on the black market LAN that requires a jammer to be opened. Some of the procedures are legal, and everyone tacitly understands it. Some dangerous goods can often be found, and some failed experiments of Interstellar Heavy Industry will also be thrown in for disposal. We So we called it the scrap collection station.”
"Isn't the gap from auction to scrap collection station too big?"
"If there's anything good, it's an auction! Three years ago, there were genuine Three God Cards in the No. 4 Mirror Market auction. You young people should know about that stuff, right?"
""Yu-Gi-Oh!"?" Omo was surprised.
This is an IP that is difficult for time travellers to let go, not to mention that the technological level of this world is enough to revitalize many card games. Omer already knew about this before he got the 'non-existent memory', but he didn't have much contact with it. To reduce the load on your brain and heart.
After all, his impression of Bize's duelist experience has always been: Oh, what kind of duel at such a young age, he must have had a myocardial infarction again.jpg
That guy Bize is naturally a card guy. Although Omer doubts his record, at least he is observant of the fanaticism of card guys.
Considering that they are so enthusiastic about virtual cards, it is not surprising that they invest heavily in cards that directly summon monsters in reality to interfere with reality.
However, there are not many such cards. I don’t know whether it’s because there are too few related time travelers or the cost of imitating them is too high.
"Yu-Gi-Oh!" Morrison assured.
"So if there is nothing wrong with that auction website, you can check it more. While you are still here, the only way to log in to that network is through the black market. Some people have already tried to let cyber hackers cheat and their brains have been burned."
"Can I hire someone here to help me take care of it?" Omer began to swipe the terminal screen, and Morrison's little man was helping him guide him to the auction house's page.
"Of course. Maybe the owner of the store you're staying at now helps several customers. This is a very common part-time job for the residents here."
"..." Omer thought deeply after hearing this, "Looking back...isn't this just a betting pool for dogs?"
"The dog gambling pool...it's true." Morrison, who has little contact with mobile game culture, understands the word as the name suggests, and recommends it enthusiastically. After all, he is a dog gambler, and he is interested in collecting weapons because of his hobby. Pay special attention to such activities——
——Of course, his salary has never been enough to participate. He is only responsible for forwarding messages and shouting about awesomeness.
But now that Omo can be regarded as holding a huge sum of money, maybe he will have the idea to participate on his behalf?
Although he happily leads the network with such expectations, Omer is really lacking in interest.
"I'm not interested in gambling. I only bet on horse racing because I believe in the horse racing girl I identify as." Omo raised his hand to support his chin and turned to look at the street scene outside the window. "And this kind of activity like gold panning in the sand sea is even more exciting." It’s hard to have expectations,” “Omo, look at this!”
Hearing Morrison's sudden enthusiastic greeting, Omer turned around in surprise, and saw Morrison's little man pointing to the auction options aside.
[Mechagodzilla Card], [Ultraman Belial Card]
Starting price: 894,631 yuan
"?What the hell is this?"
Omo was startled. When he saw this thing, he first thought of the peripheral cards of the Tokusatsu Association, but how could such a thing have a logo and anti-counterfeiting identification, and even the title would include the publisher, instead of being so straightforward? [Mechagodzilla Card].
And it's hard not to think too much about Mechagodzilla at this juncture, especially since there is a series of brief explanations below.
[Everyone has seen the power of this one time]
"Omo! Do you want to sign up? The filming of this series will officially start in three hours!" The vampire on the side was still encouraging.
Unexpectedly, his adopted son looked at him in surprise and confusion.
"Start filming? Are you kidding me?" "Sir, your latte."
The waiter on the side handed over the drink. Omo took it and nodded in thanks. He also heard Morrison's surprise: "Aren't you interested?"
"I'm very interested." Omo took a sip of his latte, and it was as expected.
He suddenly missed the soul-flavored drink that he had never taken a sip of. That store was now a part of the scorched earth. He only hoped that the store clerk and the others were still alive.
"But I didn't have the confidence to take the photo."
Seeing this adopted son say something embarrassing with a calm face, in the past he would definitely have taken the opportunity to ridicule him, but now Morrison is just speechless.
"Then what are you going to do? Block it? This is an online auction. Everyone bids online and then delivers it by mail. If conditions permit, it can even be transmitted through space."
Interdiction is simply unrealistic.
"Of course it's not interception. Your existence is so modern, but your ideas are so ancient. I really don't know what to say."
Omer felt helpless, raised his hand to pull the terminal, and under Morrison's somewhat helpless gaze, he kept exiting the web page until he reached the terminal's default home page, and clicked on dialing.
"I'm going to call the police."
