"Have you ever thought that your 'friend' only admitted it tentatively for several years because Tako's performance is indeed unreliable?"
"..."
"Think about it again, if you compare her and me together, am I more likely to be able to solve problems?"
"...Is this why...'Friends' named you?"
"It's also a big reason why I can see her. I believe you know better than me that she doesn't want to be seen."
"Yeah...I understand."
"It's good to understand."
Omo, who had been fooled, lay down again, thinking that there was no need to ask about this kind of thing. It was obvious that a normal person could think of it. Manchester City Tea House and Sunday Serenity were indeed sisters, and they both had the same darkness under the lamp.
I have known Tachyon for a long time, and seeing that she has calmed down a bit and is getting better now, I am afraid that she has a memory filter.
A person who is clearly a spirit and still walks around with his usual ethnic identity doesn't feel like there is any problem. Although there is no more concrete evidence, Omer feels that 80% of the problem with his account ban lies in the identity of the horse race girl.
This isn't a matter of intuition or not, it's just... you can't treat your opponent as a fool, right?
Omo felt that it was rare in a thousand years for him to meet a stupid old rice dumpling, and he should burn incense when he saw another strange flower.
So regardless of the possibility that the other party is a fool, this wave is a bit alarming.
You can even consider that the other party's ability to react so quickly means that his 'potential teammates' will be alerted earlier.
After all, according to Sunday Ning Jing, there are still some horse girls investigating this matter, and they start from reality - this sounds very alarming.
Even if she looked like she was "not expecting" or "not expecting", it didn't mean that Yugel Company would ignore it, right?
You put the internal chain of contempt here, but from the other side, we are all in the same group!
Even if they don't join forces, they should at least communicate their whereabouts to confirm that they won't hold each other back, right?
Now, even if they don't directly hold back, it is still making it more difficult for people. Is it possible that Sunday Ningjing not only looks down on her, but also refuses to give up if she takes the initiative to contact him?
After all, the characteristics she currently exhibits really don't look like the type in the sun.
The more he thought about it, the more troublesome he became, putting the back of his hand against his forehead. It looked like he had a fever.
So the enthusiastic girl came closer and said, "Are you... feeling unwell? Trainer..."
"No, I'm just a little worried." Omo put down his hand belatedly and turned to look at Teaza. It was a rare occasion when he needed to look up at the other person. "Now that Teaza has solved the confusion, don't you plan to go find Tachyon? "
"No need," Teahouse shook his head, "Tatsuko went to the library...that's why he was busy. Besides, trainer...you can tell me what's bothering you. Doesn't it have something to do with Tatsuko?"
"Not really, it's a real problem and it's not convenient to talk to students. As long as you have the heart to do it, I actually need to rest more now."
This is quite obvious. The waiter can see the obvious bloodshot eyes in the other person's eyes, and there is also a hint of belated guilt on his face:
"……Feel sorry."
"No need to apologize. After thinking about it carefully, I can't rush this troublesome matter. I'd better try to continue to rest. Good night for now."
"..." Glancing at the curtains that had some light coming through, the Manchester Teahouse turned around and nodded obediently.
"Good night, trainer."
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After many twists and turns, Omer fell asleep as fast as Nobita.
Even because of deep sleep, there is no room for dreams to interfere.
There is no need to go to the infirmary to prescribe medicine for problems such as insomnia. The meditation method, which has long been popularized as the basis of energy cultivation courses, can solve most of the restlessness, and the remaining half is considered obsessive.
Naturally, Omer would not be possessed, but on the other side, Sunday Serenity, who traveled quickly with the convenience of his spirit body, could encounter an obsessed person in the secondary network field where information is transmitted the fastest.
This is also the norm in the secondary network world.
This is the closest illegal place to the third-level bottom.
Virus-type Digimon that surfaced from the underlying data world, while avoiding the pursuit of cyber police, are still dishonest cyber criminals, channel borrowers who are seeking convenience and are in a hurry, and there are also people who come here from time to time to try to make a profit. Internet police, researchers trying to test new anti-virus technology, and cyber hackers looking for someone to learn from.
It is a transportation hub in the data world, and there is no fixed security check. Naturally, all three religions and nine streams gather together.
Sunday Serenity was naturally a channel borrower who wanted convenience and was in a hurry. After all, even though Omo had secretly teased her about the Arrancar, she didn't have a convenient way of moving like a ringer.
But to be honest, transfer is not necessarily as fast as the direct train on the Internet.
It is precisely because of such convenient direct access that the high-speed transfer equipment installed in most cities does not particularly consider the stability of soul passengers.
What kind of bicycles do you need when there is direct high-speed rail? Go to the electronic network!
However, there are many electronic network routes, among which secondary networks are generally not recommended.
Just like the digital 'robbers' who are being dealt with at this peaceful moment on Sunday - thousands of traffic accidents occur in this place every day, but because of the huge 'passenger flow', the accident rate is not significant.
The cause of most traffic accidents here is simple: there are always pretentious criminals trying to collect tolls.
A high proportion of Digimon are involved.
After all, there are a large number of aggressive mentally handicapped people in the middle and lower levels of this group.
And the Digimon that can rise from the bottom shit mountain code to the second level network are either strong or weak.
If it is strong, it can penetrate the protective net, and if it is weak, it will be missed by the protective net. It can temporarily leave the digital world and gain knowledge on the secondary network.
They are full of enthusiasm to ride in the electronic world, but it is also more due to the habit of always harming others and not benefiting themselves, which makes them accustomed to actively attacking others.
And then...mostly no then.
Just like the Digimon who was kicked to pieces by Sunday Serenity and turned into data and integrated into the electronic world, it has its own way of death.
Three cyber hackers who are good at fighting in the electronic world and four mature virus Digimon can be considered a relatively luxurious interception combination, but they just can't stop Sunday Serenity.
Ghosts that escape into the electronic network will also be converted into data. That data is the data of the entire soul. The stronger the soul, the more solid and powerful the amount of data becomes.
The Digimon that died tragically had last words like "Ultimate Body" before it died, but these last words could not help its teammates.
On Sunday, Ning Jing stretched out his hands to make fists and raised his legs to fight.
She was not armed, and she did not need to be armed.
Her fist broke through the data-condensed protection, and her leg cracked the weapon held by the hacker.
These are all data.
In the confrontation between data and data, the black-haired horse girl has the absolute upper hand. Even if the opponent wants to escape, he cannot escape from a horse girl.
In the end, they are all killed without exception, even if the opponent begs for mercy, it is useless.
The aura of the black-haired horse girl was as dark as her windbreaker, and her golden eyes were filled with awe-inspiring inhuman indifference, which was exactly the same as her sister's state when she sensed the spirit child.
They were indeed sisters, as the detective watching the scene knew.
So she also jumped down from the upper level of the relatively high-speed data flow, just able to stand on the fragments where she stopped for a moment, looking at the tranquility of Sunday when she turned around.
"You seem to be in a bad mood. Maybe you could come to my office for a cup of coffee."
Hearing this, Zhou Jingjing's eyes calmed down, but the disgust was still very direct on his face: "Are you here to make me feel worse? Muhai Kyoko."
"What a sad reaction. I sincerely invite you." The sexy blonde girl stepped closer.
Unlike her revealing clothes that showed off her figure, her tone was neither frivolous nor casual, but rather serious.
"How are you?"
"My mood got worse when I saw you." Zhou Jingping said, then turned around and plunged into a higher-speed data stream.
But this did not get rid of the other party. After all, the other party was a far better expert than her in data operations. The expert was as familiar as going home.
"Don't leave in a hurry, I still need your help in the investigation."
Kyoko Mukai, who had not been thrown away at all, followed at a relatively consistent speed, and the power of raising her hand reinforced the movement space that allowed conversation.
"Finally stopped talking nonsense?"
"It's not nonsense. I wanted to try to be polite like ordinary people. It means that both assistants suggested this to me. Then they have been really..." When she said this, Kyoko Mukai paused. " Ah, sorry, I got off topic again.”
"The opening statement is false and pretentious nonsense literature, and of course, so is your explanation of always being off topic." Sunday Jing's eyes were calm and sharp, as if he wanted to see through the other person's shell of fake human form and penetrate into the figure of something hidden. , "Is it the guy from URA who asked you to come?"
"Unfortunately, no." Mukai Kyoko shook her head, "The president just asked me to help you early. The person who really wants me to come to you is one of your junior girls who is quite talented in detectives."
"Obey your benefactor?"
Zhou Ningjing frowned slightly and immediately said the more special name of the horse racing girl.
Like her, a junior from Anmei District was still at the age of running on a racecourse, but she paid too much attention to intelligence gathering, so she was exposed to many topics early on that students should not be exposed to.
This is the only junior with a talent for detectives.
Although Treson's Sky Shrine, Pipa Morning Light, and Rong Jin Shine all have their own talents, to her, they are not familiar enough to be called juniors.
As for those who obey their benefactor...
She knew that the other party admired her, but admiration alone would not allow her to come here. She had trained her own intelligence officers, and she did not want to get involved with students who were still in school.
But as far as the results at this moment are concerned, her rejection seems to have had no effect.
"That's right, she wanted me to bring you a message," Kyoko Mukai admitted those words directly. "Sirius symbolizes that those guys are being hindered by monsters. The other party should be completely vigilant and don't be impatient."
Hearing this, Sunday Jingping turned to look at the erratic sea of data. After being silent for a few seconds, he sighed and looked at her again:
"Okay, I'll go to a foreign land to bring them back."
For those who are in jail and take early rest, the reward lists reported will be seriously out of date and in short supply.
When my condition is better the next day, I will make the list all at once. Thank you.
(End of chapter)
