[Yami received him, but this is only a temporary thing]
[I will tell the old guy tomorrow that at least for now, Omer Linton is just starting out and should not be exposed to those messy things early]
[It’s really surprising that that young man can make you look at him in such a new light. I’m starting to look forward to him too.]
[To deal with the problems in the digital world, the two siblings of the Aiyu family are enough, right? 】
[I’m not just looking at the digital world, Mukai Detective Agency is set in the real world, isn’t it? 】
[Don’t let him get into so much trouble that he ignores Trayson, otherwise I will cause trouble for you]
[The office has been receiving a lot of threats. You should try to update the way you speak. By the way, the ones I often receive here always start with the name Alphamon]
[Is there really anyone who dares to threaten Alphamon? 】
[This is also a manifestation of human possibility]
[Don’t drag fools to this level...I’ll thank you in advance, and the cafe also called me]
[If you want to thank me, you can come and take a look. I recently learned a new coffee technique from an alien friend]
"..."
The words he was constructing from his thoughts came to a slight halt, and he was lying in front of the counter on a quiet Sunday, suddenly falling into deep thought.
It seems that we have known each other for quite some time, and neither the other person nor myself have ever made coffee for each other.
The knowledge in this area is still blank.
But when she looked at this string of words, she suddenly remembered Omer Linton's rejection of this place, so she couldn't help but form a string of words:
[...Have you ever let anyone else drink it? 】
It must be an illusion. This association is far-fetched. Omer Linton never said that Kyoko Mukai’s coffee was not good. Maybe what that guy rejected was just Kyoko Mukai’s conversational rhythm that always went off topic.
Efficiency people don't like that kind of communication method, so this guy is also learning to improve - she said so herself, at least typing and sending messages seems to have made progress, and there are no pictures and topics that go off track.
But why do I feel so uneasy when I see this sentence?
Is this body's index poorly adjusted?
Zhou Ningjing looked at his long black sleeves covering his arms, slightly lost in thought.
After getting used to the state of the spirit body, she rarely returned to the body that was thrown into the nutrition tank for adjustment whenever she had nothing to do.
I also feel a little awkward every time I come back, wondering if those girls have any hormonal parameters that affect their mental or physical conditions.
Considering that they didn't dare to really do bad things, she didn't care. After all, it was more convenient for the spirit body to do things and get along with the tea host.
It was only in the past two days that it was inconvenient for some spirits to travel, or even not allowed to appear, so she needed the symbol of Sirius to bring her body.
Now that it's over, it's time to continue sealing it. She didn't tell any lies just now. She did receive a message from the cafe:
Cafe: ['Friend' won't go home today either? 】
The teahouse has her contact information, and the well-behaved sister never asks so many questions, let alone why the ghost around her can condense into a solid body and look like a normal person.
Such a comfortable relationship makes Omer Linton and Qian Ming even more annoying.
Back, back, back! It’s time to go back and see your dear and well-behaved sister! !
Zhou Ningjing stood up and glanced at Muhai Xingzi's reply:
Kyoko Mukai: [Both Ami and Takumi don’t like coffee, and they rarely have customers visit in person]
Sunday Tranquility: [Okay, I’ll go sit with you when I get the chance, as long as you can change your bad speaking style]
Sunday Peace, who still doesn't know what step he has taken, is waving to the staff and leaving in a good mood.
On the other end of the call, the blonde who was also in a happy mood looked at the message just sent by her assistant.
Aiba Ami: [I will send Omo-san back to the surface soon, and I will be back soon]
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The wild west of the digital world.
As long as there is no actual destruction, the feeling of this world made of data is not much different from the real world.
Only when destruction is carried out, whether it is a dead or living thing, a certain degree of fragmented crystals will appear at the 'wound'. That is broken data, and it is also proof that the world is composed of data.
There are also digital game worlds based on this prototype on the Internet, which are quite popular.
But if you want those players to come here, they are obviously unwilling.
After all, it's really dangerous here. If you don't know what to do, you probably won't be so overestimated.
If you want to get along with Digimon, you can adopt digital eggs and cultivate digital pets through legal channels.
For example, Qi Wei from Edge Runner Agency is raising a relatively rare Hackmom.
That rare Digimon with hacking abilities perfectly complements her team's positioning.
So does Omo have a lot of money?
He's too heavy.
"Brother Omo, it's almost the end, aren't you going to confess?" Ami Aiba asked repeatedly all the time.
"Why are your motorcycle and your data volume so large? What on earth are you carrying that would be defined as the ultimate level by the inspection port?"
"Didn't I already say it? It's a relatively high-end motorcycle," Omer said, freeing up his left hand to pat the front of the car with the shape of a demon's head. "The applied technology is relatively complex, and it's not surprising that the amount of data is large."
This is a Beta system entity that can transform living organisms into material-integrated giants without any side effects. Isn't it natural that the amount of data is comparable to that of the Ultimate Body? Omo thought.
But this explanation is difficult to explain to outsiders. Whether it is the level of understanding of technology or the process of converting a high-tech system group into a motorcycle, it is too cumbersome to explain the process.
And he actually couldn't tell clearly.
The principles of the beta system and how motorcycles are modified - how could he, an ordinary high school graduate, understand such things.
Regarding these things, he is still in the "You can use a computer, but can you repair a computer?" ' stage, just use it first and it's over. When the bad day comes, kidnap an Ultraman (cross out), and wait for an Ultraman to come through time for consultation.
Judging from his comments and comments in several special photography sections, he was able to confirm that the official name of the Beta Magic Blade in the other world is 'Beta Igniter', which sounds like a lighter, so he felt that since These things can travel through time, so maybe New Obono can come over one day.
In fact, there are already too many time-traveling monsters in this world, and Ultraman has been lacking in movement. It makes people wonder whether some human beings or Ultraman are deliberately keeping a low profile.
Omo felt that Ultraman might come to block his door one day, but that didn't matter. After all, there was Leonix in the universe, so why couldn't he be the one who used the beta system to point monsters?
"But even if the motorcycle has a large amount of data, Brother Omo, why do you still say it is the ultimate body?"
"..." Omo, who was silent after hearing this, looked up at Aiba Ami, who was looking down at him from Greymon's shoulder, and asked, "After I tell you, how about you also answer my question?"
"OK."
This girl is still as innocent and talkative as before.
Sighing, Omo put his hand into his arms and took out the two monster cards after a few seconds: "Well, it's not surprising that there is such a thing, even if it is judged as a super-study... Ah, are you okay, Greymon?"
Greymon suddenly staggered, but Ami Aiba was still hanging firmly on his shoulder, showing off the beast tamer's magnet nature.
"...It's okay." Greymon said this dullly, and glanced at the card in his hand with fear.
As for Aiba Ami, she seemed to be feeling something and was quiet for a while.
Ultra-Ultimate is a Digimon rating that is not widely recognized. The Omer who can tell this kind of thing is indeed the Omer Linton who impressed Ami Aiba deeply.
When they were teenagers, the Aiyu brothers and sisters took the initiative to talk to them about the topic of "fighting beasts", and mentioned a lot of Digimon level settings that their peers would never remember, leaving both siblings speechless for a moment, and the "director" was even more so. He admired it quite a lot, and then the director also made him a cup of coffee or something... The memory of that half-day was quite profound for the members of Muhai Detective Agency.
It can be seen that the young Omer Linton had a strong interest in Digimon, which is why he understood the series of level-related settings so well.
But Ormer was simply very concerned about special behemoths.
Whether it's Digimon, Pokémon that only exist in literary works, or even giant beasts in Monster Hunter... young people have time to understand anything that fits the image of monsters.
Although the young man's schedule is quite full, at a young age he has already understood the long-term way of "taking time off from work" and "taking a shit at the workstation" of social animals.
"Ah! It's the kind of monster card mentioned on the Internet!...Brother Omo!" "No!"
Seeing what the other party was thinking, Omo cut off the conversation very decisively.
The digitized cards also exude aura, even because they are in a digitized world. The strong instinct reflects the thick and cold black energy through intuitive visual effects, which is exactly the appearance of war violence. The reason why Greymon suddenly staggered.
Now that Ormer had put them back into the box in his pocket, Greymon felt much more relaxed.
"why is it like this!"
"It's my turn to ask the question."
"You ask." Seeing Omo's flawless indifference, Aiba Ami felt quite depressed and muttered a long list of breathless words, "Whether it's my brother's mysterious browsing history or the measurements of Tennumon and Lilithmon. I can tell you the recipe that the director added to the coffee yesterday."
"Why do I need to know that kind of thing, and can I even borrow recipes for the things that are added to the coffee?!"
"Do you want the director's measurements? Or mine? Well...is this sexual harassment?"
"You are sexually harassing me," Omer corrected. "All I want to ask is whether you contacted me because of someone's order."
"Uh...can I change the question?"
"No, it's no different from giving a direct answer."
"...Then! Then I'll tell you why Muhai Detective Agency has an independent real-world interface. How about you just pretend that it didn't happen?"
"No, not interested."
