Because the deodorizing tools installed by the logistics staff actually work, Omo's neighborhood coordination is going relatively smoothly.
The crime has been reduced from 'secretly researching biological weapons' to 'purchasing snail noodles for ten people and opening cans of boiled herrings'.
It is true that for many time travellers, the latter description can be regarded as a terrifying biological weapon, but for contemporary ventilation systems, it is just a "barely" battle.
Otherwise Omer would have seen Akane Shinjo on the news.
Um? You ask why there is no mention of Alisuko?
Need to mention this? She has already been in the news! It's just not because he was accused of engaging in biological and chemical weapons.
All in all, as long as the continuation and spread of irritating gases can be curbed, this matter is not a big deal, it just needs to be apologized one by one.
The apology was nothing. When Omer gave in to the three little girls' idea of living here, he was mentally prepared.
Although this mental preparation is mainly due to Tachyon.
Bourbon can at most achieve internal economic losses, while the teahouse is worry-free for the time being, as long as there is no Sunday quiet and that guy pops out——
"Your place is really narrow, and why is the coffee instant?"
The black-haired adult horse lady was sitting in front of the counter as if there was no one around, fiddling with the portable operation screen he used to browse the commission column of the mercenary station. She also held a cup of coffee in her hand that Omo had not had time to drink.
If she could be quieter, Omo could still regard her as a 1.75-meter tea seat, with just a shooting star on her forehead.
But she wasn't quiet.
Not only did he sit in the exclusive seat that belonged to the accountant, task decider, and entrusted receptionist - in other words, Homae, but he also relied on his emergency drink.
"It was instant because I was in a hurry. I originally drank it myself."
Having just returned from the last person who apologized to his neighbor, Omer put his hand on the counter tiredly and glanced at the quiet living room.
Even if Tatoko and Shinjo are not here, if Bourbon and Tea House are not here either...
He listened slightly and vaguely heard the noise coming from the direction of the underground laboratory.
Curiosity knows no difference between people and horses. Realizing this, he raised his hand to the other side of the counter and took out the cups for the guests, then walked to the water dispenser to get water.
And Ma Niang in front of the counter was still staring at the coffee cup and frowning:
"What do you mean? Is this your cup?"
"It will be my cup in ten minutes," Omer, who was drinking a cold drink, turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Do you really think someone would have prepared coffee for you in advance?"
After saying that, he thought again and added: "I guess the teahouse asked you to come here just on a whim."
"I was suddenly asked to come over and take a look at the store for a few minutes. I thought this kid was giving me this cup as a reward." Sunday Ningping sighed and stood up.
“The result is such terrible coffee.”
"The coffee machine is in the kitchen. If you want to drink it, make it yourself." Omo said, coming closer and looking at the cup that had probably just been sipped.
Feeling deeply regretful.
Although he likes black coffee very much and has some ability to taste it, the financial problems in his early years destined him to always drink instant coffee, and there is nothing he can't drink.
But now it seems that it can only be dumped.
"Just drink it if you think it's a waste. Don't make that face."
Miss Sunday Serenity probably didn't care much about the difference between men and women, but when Omo heard this and simply picked up the cup and walked to the kitchen and said, "Forget it, let's pour it down.", she had to restrain herself from him. The urge to kick.
But she couldn't find a chance, because looking at this guy's back, she always felt that he was more dangerous than before.
It was clear that I didn't feel this way when they met before. Looking at the guy walking towards the kitchen with a coffee cup, I always felt that there was a long and narrow shadow stretching out from the shadow under his feet, and he looked more closely at himself who was following behind.
This subtle illusion reminded her of a few minutes ago when she was bored and exploring the second floor.
When you walk into a room full of monster statues, you have such a subtle illusion.
Being stared at by something, more than one thing... The cold and scrutinizing gaze made her particularly uncomfortable. In addition, she didn't intend to pry into her privacy, so she just looked at the furnishings and went back. .
I came to the conclusion that my sister’s roommate is a very strange person.
And Omo didn't pay much attention to Sunday Serenity's pause when following him. He just held the coffee cup in one hand and reached into his pocket with the other hand to hold down King Ghidorah's card.
This thing is obviously just a disposable card like Electromechanical Baltan and Mechagomora, but it is far less quiet and lifeless than its similar kind.
So far, although there are quite a lot of types in Omo's card box, they are still mostly mechanical, then there are lifeless biological weapons like Ace Killer, and then there are free-ranging behemoths like King Airei.
King Airei was already quite irritable, and had been provoked twice by Narita Shirohito's shadow, even inducing Ace Killer to follow him, but after Galatron and Jinguqiao arrived, it stopped making much noise at all.
Just when Omo started to feel clean, a 'King Ghidorah' was added to the card box.
This thing's jumping ability is better than King Ailei's, and its bellicosity is better than King Ailei's. A little trouble can make it active.
Such as Sunday Serenity's brief display of hostility.
Even a little bit of hostility or a slapstick interaction can make it want to poke its head in. It is really a bit overly sensitive, so it can't stand the slightest provocation.
But considering the nature of this thing as a disposable card, it feels a bit like the heart is higher than the sky and the life is thinner than paper.
Can Xie not be in a hurry to seek death?
Omo sighed inwardly.
After pouring out the coffee and briefly rinsing the cup in front of the sink, Omo turned around and saw Sunday Ningjing leaning against the door.
"You seem to have experienced something again."
"I helped catch two more criminals and got a few new cards."
This level of information is not difficult to investigate, and Homare's answer was extremely candid. When he left the kitchen and walked past her, he handed over the rinsed cup.
"?" Zhou Jingjing, who was holding his arms in a concave posture, didn't know what he meant.
"If you want to make coffee, just use it," Omer said, pointing to the coffee machine provided by the coffee shop that has not been replaced on the kitchen table, "I'll go and take a look at the laboratory."
"Do you think I will help you look after the store?" A dark sneer appeared on Zhou Jing's lips.
"The teahouse's favor is only until you come back, it's over!"
"I just suggest that it would be more convenient for you to make coffee," Omo shook the cup in his hand expressionlessly, "I will ask you about the symbol of the loose moon when I get back."
"The symbol of moon relaxation?"
Sunday Tranquility frowned, and then grabbed the cup from Omer's hand.
"Go back quickly." She said, walking towards the kitchen.
It seems like he really knows something...
Seeing her reaction, Omo, who was just casually testing her, was a little surprised.
But he couldn't express his surprise. After all, he felt that Dark Sunday would most likely become angry because he was cheated out of the news.
Homare was grateful for all the electrical appliances in his office, and he did not want to say goodbye to any of them because of such a thing.
only……
"That's right!" He paused, turned around and looked at Sunday Serenity, who was standing by the coffee machine in the kitchen. Omo ordered, "Only oil fumes are allowed here."
After a brief silence, a black aura rose around the astonished girl.
"...I don't plan on smoking!"
"Just a reminder."
Omer raised his hand to press the card box and left in a hurry.
