Because he wanted to show off completely, he retreated to the edge of the training ground, but Omo still underestimated the conspicuousness of his demonic appearance.
He was recognized by some sharp-eyed guys and even alerted those special reporters.
I don’t know if they have been implanted with strange outer clothing, or if they have specially cultivated some kind of accelerated energy. Each of them can run as fast as a horse girl. Maybe they are mainly engaged in Bagua.
Unfortunately, Omer's hearing and perception are enhanced in this state, which allows him to stop and run away with his brother in time.
Just be prepared to some extent for your back photos to be used for articles.
"It's really disappointing. How about we just find someone to change you again?"
"There is no convenient display function like the training ground. You just want to see the demon transformation, right?"
"Yeah, I think David wants to see it again, David, don't you?"
"think."
"...Let's talk about it later."
Get rid of the reporter, run into the toilet, turn into a human body, lower the brim of the hat, and change the color and style of the mask.
Omer never thought that he could make the most of the cyber mask that he bought just as a toy.
However, even though he knew that camouflage meant being calm and composed, the two people beside him always had a sneaky and thieving look, which made his expression under the mask a little unbearable.
"Can you two straighten your backs and walk faster?"
"It's not that we're afraid of you being discovered. We don't have much publicity... Oh, David is different. Maybe some time-travelers know him." Bize said, as if he realized that he really had nothing to be afraid of. Then the movements became natural.
And David, who was chatting, also subconsciously became natural: "Well, I met a few of them, and they were all...enthusiastic. I'm okay. Lucy and Rebecca had a bad impression of them."
"Travelers tend to lack a sense of distance, and there are also many nervous players, as you can tell by looking at Bize."
Ignoring Bize's rebuttal, Omer lowered his head and glanced at his palm, simulating a grasping movement and reviewing the huge claws before.
He himself had tried at home to see if he could transform independently, like transforming into a demon with only his arms and legs. The result was quite a failure. When asked about the Internet addict vampire, he said that he had never heard of anything similar. Perfunctory yourself.
He is not particularly persistent, but the demonization itself obviously consumes physical strength and increases food intake. After considering the soaring Engel coefficient, studying local demonization means saving a few details.
There is really nothing we can do about it.
"It's really troublesome..." He sighed subconsciously and paused because the station was right in front of him.
Jie Mun District is located at the junction of Tom Yam District and Ji Dong District, and the culture is also very integrated. The bus waiting in front of the station may be a tram, just like the one that just left.
So David, who heard his sigh and thought he was sighing about the tram, asked, "How about I contact a friend to pick us up?"
A fringe runner from a new mercenary firm.
Although it can't be said to be prosperous, it can be said to have prospered since its establishment. Public vehicles are not a problem, and private vehicles are also being equipped one after another.
But Bize showed a completely different understanding.
He didn't think Omer would sigh and missed the next bus, so he immediately guessed it was the previous encounter, and then directly greeted David:
"He's not sighing about this, he's just tired of being discovered by reporters. I'd say your look is pretty good in broad daylight, but your look is more conspicuous in the dark!"
"You can already take a picture and put it in the top 10 dark villains of the year."
"What is that?" David glanced at Omer in surprise. Seeing that he didn't want to speak, he looked at Bize again, "Is there really such a selection?"
"There are some, they are reviewed every year, and aliens and dark creatures basically occupy the top ten together. I bought three rounds of previous issues of the magazine! I will bring it to you next time we meet!" Bize said about this. Quite enthusiastic, as if 'show you my treasure! 's posture.
Omo, who is also a dark creature, has no interest in those glass beads, and speculates without malice that this is probably an alien kissing an alien, and the mother's ship sucks the mother's ship.
In Yu Omo's opinion, the look reviewed by the magazine was not as good as a villain as Kelif, and was no more ferocious than a monster, so it was really not worth mentioning!
Abandoning virtual creations for the sake of realism really loses its novelty. It is obvious that there are so many outstanding models in the creative workshops of online chat rooms but they are not considered.
More purity, but useless
If it's broken, then you might actually be able to kill indiscriminately if you go up there.
"What happened to Omer?"
Bize, who was preaching the dark, cool and domineering beauty to David, was not so attentive. It was David who had to listen delicately and noticed the change in Omo's expression.
Omo, who turned around after hearing this, just sighed quietly.
"I hope the people in Tianmen City can respect individual rights and not take other people's photos to participate in any competition."
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Three big boys who were very rebellious in aesthetics and brats in character, who would play with their transformations as toys, ultimately failed to go to the ideal land of honey and nooks and crannies.
Because David had been preparing for the mercenary's rehabilitation these days, a phone call called him away while he was still on the tram.
In front of the transit subway station, Omer also received a call from Frontier Lighthouse, asking him to go home as soon as possible and be ready to receive the express delivery.
Really happy genuine toys are about to arrive!
The happy time for the three brothers to gather together was so short. In Omo's words that showed no nostalgia at all, Bize could only say: "Busy, we are all busy, it's better to be busy", and then Omo said: A word 'claw'.
It's not time to say goodbye yet. The subway route that Omo wants to take home and the place that Bize wants to visit overlap with the Liudao station. It can be said that we still have to wait.
Since acquiring that string of non-existent memories, Omer has been able to understand most of Bize's "weird words".
He didn't think it was a good thing to understand "alien" more and more, but Bize looked very relieved, and even talked about the two-spined ape with Omer.
What is a two-thorned ape? ?
Two-dimensional world? ACGN subculture?
wrong!
"Here, the Realm Gate District, the Holy Federation of Terra, this world is the second dimension!"
"Mom, what is that brother talking about?" "Don't listen, the color spectrum will be contaminated, and it will turn into the cyberpsychosis in your father's game."
There is no need for Omo to complain. It seems that the mother-daughter team that is bound to be refreshed in this scenario has already dealt a critical blow to Bize on behalf of Omo, and the effect is outstanding.
"What is chromatographic pollution?! Are the minds of you cybernetics so fragile!?"
It must be that the mother and daughter moved away spontaneously, and it was difficult to hear him speak anymore, so Bize would curse like this instead of being completely restrained and pretending.
"That's enough. If I let the source of pollution pass by again, I will be found by the subway police."
Omer yawned and made sarcastic remarks.
"I'm serious! What do you think is the biggest difference between the two dimensions and the three dimensions?" Bize, whose expression was as serious as his words, raised a finger and stared at Omer.
Painting style, right? Omer subconsciously thought so, but in fact he was silent for two seconds and suddenly said:
"environment?"
He thought carefully and came to this conclusion, but he did not expect that Bize would actually approve this answer.
"Yes! Environment!"
The difference between this person's seriousness and his usual impression was huge, but Omo didn't expect him to be serious in a place like this.
"Different environments create different social atmospheres!" He even continued to expand the topic seriously, and then asked, "Do you remember the Sakura girl I talked about?"
"Young women from the Far East District?" Omer gave a simple definition, "The souls of horse racing brought by the three goddesses from other worlds seem to be attached to the Far East District, mostly underage ones."
Then there's the matter of radically altering the body's growth cycle, which has nothing to do with the topic.
"So do you know what the so-called Sakura girl is like in my original world?" Bize could see that Omo was not very interested in this topic, so he quickly concluded, "Everyone is crazy!"
"Four trumpets are relatively few, and one trumpet is just one face."
"I think having a trumpet is nothing," Omo said with a subtle expression, "especially since I heard that many dormitories are divided into groups."
For a lonely day student, this kind of news can only be heard.
Although it is not impossible to confirm based on his observation habits.
"It's different," Bize shook his head. "Those trumpets were born from a culture of shame and sexism. Do you understand the meaning of this?"
"..." Omo was silent and frowned.
"Your brain has always been better than ours," Bize knew that he understood a little, and his expression relaxed slightly, "These trumpets are mainly used for things that are least allowed to be done in normal times."
"The four accounts are all at the Novice Village level. They will even post photos of self-mutilation and their feelings in the account. This group has a high probability of mental illness. Many of them are taking drugs and have a tendency to self-mutilate."
"And..." After saying this, Bize looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he whispered again, "And horse jumping is the best way to relieve stress. This is semi-recognized. ." "You...just wait for a moment. It doesn't matter if you are more straightforward. Don't use such strange references."
It's okay to say ghs, but the sudden jump of the horse is what makes Omo, who has to go to Teresin tomorrow, a little confused.
"To be more straightforward? That's my Sakura girl. Almost everyone, if you ask her how many people she has experience with, she will answer 3-4. This is a formula answer. Normally, it is estimated to be about 7-8 people. And this is JK and JK. College students, not married women."
When Bize said this, he looked at Omer who was holding his forehead: "Is it difficult to accept it? It is completely different from the atmosphere here."
"By the way, the cheating rate among women there is 60%, that is, 60%."
"When you told me about Sakura Girl before... didn't you feel awkward?"
Omo let out a long sigh again. He didn't think that Bize was lying. There was nothing to lie about. If he vilified the third dimension just to show off his obsession with the two-spined ape...
The aliens haven't gotten to the point of becoming Gothamites yet.
"No, I'm talking about the Sakura girl here, she's very two-dimensional!" Bize made a scissor-hand gesture and squinted his eyes, which was disgusting, "So you have to know how insane the three-dimensional environment is, and how many... It was a miracle, so I didn’t even think about going back.”
"It's not that miraculous. It's still dark where it should be dark, and there are quite a few gray areas." As an understander, Omer felt that he still needed to ask his friend to stop.
At least don't think of this world as paradise.
"But at least there is Sakura girl I want to see, right? Even..."
Bize said, turning his head to look at the occasional billboard flashing through the dark corridor outside the car window, and raised his finger to point.
Jiemen District Youjun (Extreme East District Derby), the second race of the horse racing girl's classic triple crown, is still six days away.
"It is unimaginably difficult to maintain the life and enthusiasm of racing girls despite the existence of a horse racing betting culture."
"I really think this world is incredibly ideal."
"In comparison, other black, gray, and even shadows don't give me that much impact or emotion. On the contrary, I feel that their existence is understandable."
"You who have mastered that memory should be able to understand it, Omo, the world recognized in the memory and your world..."
Bize turned around and looked at the thoughtful Omer and asked:
"Which side do you like better?"
"Of course it's here."
Omer said coldly.
"The memory I gained is not complete at all, and the police also said that I am at risk of being haunted again."
He also asked him to replace the chip and so on. This hidden danger had already been confirmed during the mental test in Tianmen City that it was unnecessary.
His mental toughness has reached level B. To be honest, it is a bit abnormal. He can resist the invasion of universal souls from other worlds without the need for mental protection.
But thinking about the experience of transforming into a monster...Omo accepted the abnormality with peace of mind.
This answer also made Bi Ze stunned for a moment, and then he said with a bit of laughter and laughter:
"It's really your style of answer. You will definitely get along well with those racing girls who pay attention to strict logic, such as the racing horse who came to you."
"I accept your good words."
