Although the Internet is not an illegal place, there are still many people who regard the Internet as a channel to vent themselves.
For these people, the Internet is a mask. Putting on the mask means taking it off.
So they dare to say things that they dare not say in reality, adopt attitudes that they would not have in reality, and show their authenticity that is restricted by reality.
But there is another type of people in reality.
When they put on a mask, it really is a mask.
They will weave falsehoods and create virtual images on the Internet.
Even a series of speeches and performances are all deliberately created characters, not much different from some virtual anchors.
It is true that because humans themselves are very complex creatures, the boundaries between these two types of people are actually not that clear.
People who like to brag will occasionally reveal their true nature, and people who come to the Internet to vent their emotions will pretend to be polite on different social platforms.
This is also the most common mass group.
But netizens who have known each other for several years and accumulated communication over time can always make some disguises appear to be exposed, just like Omer who suspected that Khalif was actually a woman several times.
Of course, Omer, a man who has meticulous observations and is accustomed to using the knowledge he has learned to reason, cannot be regarded as a standard example.
But Kelif is not a normal case!
This girl's unexpected online performance - or in other words, her performance in front of the account "Crooked Snake" - is consistent with reality, and the biggest disguise - is the dark and cool leather case!
The chat room appearance of Kailifu is 2.15 meters tall and his appearance is even more powerful and weird.
Then look at the little girl in front of you, and you will understand what it means: No matter how tall you are reported online, she will be as short in reality, and no matter how ferocious you pretend to be, she will look harmless.
It's also quite strange. Omo looked at the little pink-haired girl in front of him, who may even be 1.5 meters tall. He was surprised, but he was really harmless to humans and animals...
Let’s think about the previous online conversations in Tianmen City.
The clear information about the Thing King and the mercenaries.
That was too immoral and a natural ending.
All of them prove that Kelif is anything but simple.
Even if the water meter has been checked by the Two Worlds Security Bureau and is still safe, you can't really think that a guy who can produce a certificate in monster research is harmless to humans and animals.
She even scrapped a coffee machine in Omo as soon as she arrived!
"So it's really broken?"
He asked the Manchester City Cafe who was still tinkering with the coffee machine. Omo looked at Kelif who was timid like a small animal, and then looked back at the coffee machine.
Oh, I shouldn’t say it’s Kelif, I should say: Akane Shinjou.
Although most netizens only remember their online names when meeting them, they continued to call them by their online names after that. Over the past few years, none of the brothers’ real names were remembered, only their online names remained.
But if you get along for a long time, you will still remember your real name to some extent.
Not to mention someone like Omer who has a chip embedded in his brain.
If you want to forget, you have to perform memory processing on the chip.
However, Akane Shinjo's name is surprisingly ordinary. As for her above-average looks and a heart as good as a Bourbon... Omer uncharacteristically deviated from the hormones that should be active at his age.
It's not that XP is unique, but as a local resident of this world and era, and as Trayson's trainer, he really deserves this dull reaction.
In this era, appearance can be adjusted, and body parameters can be completely changed through medical beauty treatments if desired. In addition, because the horse racing girls and other time travelers are active in the Jiemen area, the result is——
——It’s hard to tell the difference between natural and artificial good looks when they are mixed together, making it difficult to really make people feel amazing.
The appearance of someone with average or even average looks makes people even more concerned.
Ormer might even suspect him of being a time traveler.
Of course, Akane Shinjo is undoubtedly a time traveler.
A female high school student who can live alone in Tianmen City cannot be a time traveler. The several monster models in her luggage are probably related to her, or are things related to the original world she lives in.
Leaving aside the specifics, Omo cares more about his coffee machine now.
He didn't have any equipment at home, so he deliberately bought office supplies when he was renovating his office!
Why is it so bad even though I haven’t used it yet?
"...Well, it should be broken." Manchester City Tea House whispered.
She was obviously a little guilty.
Even though she had already seen Akane Shinjo tinkering with the coffee machine, and had just come over to watch and give some advice, but at that time, the coffee machine was already smoking, she still felt that she was responsible for the current situation.
Omo, who received such a positive reply, remained silent for a moment and waved his hand to give up his position.
After the tea seat moved out of the way, he stepped forward and tried the operation himself, then turned to look at Akane Shinjo who continued to pretend to be a small animal.
The cafeteria also looked over. Two guys with black hair and white hair, one with red eyes and the other with golden eyes, stared at Akane Shinjo.
Although she was not familiar with Tea House, Tatoko had mentioned the existence of the other party at least, and the other party had even given her guidance when she was at a loss.
That posture reminded her of the lecturer she had in class, and she looked like a professional at first sight.
The gaze of a professional is always heavier, and Akane Shinjo carefully raised her hand and said weakly: "...I can compensate."
It's terrible. I clearly planned to give the little snake a surprise, but then I saw the little snake's joke or something, but in the end, I became the joke. This kind of thing is definitely very strange!
"It's not about compensation." Omo looked at her and tapped his forehead with his index finger. "Although this is a semi-automatic coffee machine, it is indeed difficult to operate, but if you want to break it directly..."
He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and threw out a soundproof barrier:
"Has Bourbon been in the kitchen?"
"Bourbon, oh, is that the girl with chestnut hair?"
She is indeed a time traveler, and has very little contact with horse girls, so she would give priority to girls instead of horse girls in this description... But the point is not here. Omer nodded: "Yes, has she been here before?" ?”
"She has been here before and suggested that I search for tutorials," Akane Shinjou glanced in the direction of the living room with some confusion, "But what does this have to do with her?"
"It doesn't matter. Don't mention the broken coffee machine to the two people outside. There's no need to pay for it."
Under her puzzled gaze, the little snake finished speaking very quickly, then turned to the black-haired horse girl and said, "Let's have a meeting tomorrow."
"Call Miss Big Shock and Sunday Serenity, and let's talk about the soul of horse racing."
"Hmm..." The cafeteria nodded, "I'll take down the coffee machine in my room."
Did you bring a coffee machine?
Omo glanced at her subtly, feeling that he didn't need to ask her if she was staying the night too.
He nodded and said: "Watch Bourbon later, don't let her near the kitchen and don't touch other appliances... Suzi is watching TV in the living room, go and confirm."
"…good!"
It was rare to hear such an impassioned response from Tea House. The matter of preserving the lifespan of the office's electrical appliances obviously gave her a special sense of mission.
The black-haired horse girl quickly trotted out of the kitchen and left.
Omo looked at the broken coffee machine, pondered for a moment, then lifted it and put it in the corner of the kitchen.
Then he turned to look at Akane Shinjo who had just followed him.
"As for your doubts, the simple answer is that the racehorse girl named Miura Bourbon was born with a conflict with electrical appliances. I think this is a curse related to the soul of the racehorse." Of course, Omer knew what she wanted to ask, first Step by step replied.
Then looking at the obvious surprise on her face, he added: "Well...you should know that the horse racing girl is essentially a human being affected by the soul of the horse racing and the blessing of the goddess, right?"
"I know, the travel magazines in Jiemen District have popular science."
"We are going to be together for a long time in the future, so it would be better to find some information that is clearer than the description in a travel magazine. Oh, no need to look for it. I will compile a summary for you later. By the way," Omer said, glancing at the progress of the express delivery on the screen. ,"Can you cook?"
"I'm going to order takeout when you come over."
Really?
"Stop ordering. I ordered the ingredients to be delivered. I will cook tonight."
Omo said, pointing to the kitchen exit without removing the soundproof barrier: "Let's go to the laboratory prepared for you by the way. I have a new harvest that I want to advise you on."
"Those are the right cards, right?"
Old netizens who all know that the other party takes care of his good-for-nothing adoptive father every day will naturally not be surprised that the other party can cook. Rather, they are looking forward to it.
But now that a topic that attracted her more was mentioned, Akane Shinjo moved past the first half of the sentence, and her mood was extremely high.
But when she mentioned the harvest, she remembered something and turned to look at his right hand: "By the way, how is your hand?"
"Small problem," Omer waved his hand, "It's not the monster cards that we need to advise on, but the secret key."
"...?" Shinjo was startled, and then his red eyes widened.
"That secret key!?"
This was Omer's foresight in not removing the sound barrier.
"That's right," Omer nodded, "That's the secret key, but this seems to be a mass product that will be imitated in the future. I don't know how the effect will be different, so I want you to consult with the staff-" The end of the song is the end of the song?'
As he spoke, a ringtone suddenly rang. It was the ringtone when the terminal received communication. Although it was in private mode, the public release of the ringtone helped others understand his behavior.
However, the unique cheerfulness of the ringtone still made Shinjou's expression a little subtle, as if he didn't expect Omo to have this kind of taste.
But she would also like the lyrics.
Make noise, monster song, it won't go away yet.
It's a dream song or something, but it's also a romantic song.
But when she recognized it in her heart, Omer, who was listening to the communication, had a serious expression.
There was no other reason. It was a communication from Rhode Island.
Kingsley Moore, or in a more recognizable way, is the elf man who calls himself a businessman. His escort vehicle was attacked and the criminal was lost.
This is the official way of saying it. If they were the parties involved, they would only understand it as one sentence:
He was rescued.
