After dinner, in the evening, Homare prepared to go out.
Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to say hello to the three girls in the office, especially Arisuko.
When she concentrated, it was as if she was in a state of flow, indifferent to everything in the outside world. But when she came back to her senses, her concern for everything around her seemed to rebound, which was particularly strong.
The specific manifestation is that he is quite sensitive to the changes in his surroundings, and he will constantly ask: "Where is the teahouse?" Where did the bourbon go? Where did Mr. Guinea Pig go? Where's Mr. Guinea Pig? ' delicate state.
But compared to this state of loneliness and anxiety, when Omer came to greet her, she was obviously in another state with Shinjo——
"Ah? What is this? Record keeping? Save it, ah? What is this?..."
"Hey, hehe! It's a little snake... Come, come and see my... new masterpiece! Taiko-chan's plan doesn't work at all. You still have to see... Huhu, I am a great god!"
It was quite normal during the meal, but within half an hour of being put back in the laboratory, he looked like a fool and drunk. Omer still notified Bourbon and the coffee shop to come down and let them carry it away.
This state is too difficult even if you want to resist the transfer.
Although the horse racing girl has a terrifying physical and strength advantage, her weight is not much different from that of ordinary human women.
This is also their main disadvantage.
Although the strength of their bones and muscles has been strengthened, they have not truly developed in an inhuman direction, so their frequency of sports injuries will remain high.
"It's really annoying."
The Sunday peace aside is left there OMO.
Several hours have passed, and her mood has long been calmed by the teahouse. However, when facing Omer, she will put on her original criticizing face again, as if she wants to take away Omer's mother.
Homais was apparently indifferent, in both senses of the word.
So he just stood at the entrance of the basement overlooking the basement and whispered: "It doesn't make sense..."
"What doesn't make sense? Look at the surveillance for yourself." Sunday Jingjing obviously didn't intend to waste time on this kind of thing, so he directly threw out a portable screen for him.
Omer steadily followed the screen and drew the progress bar.
The recording time of half an hour was not long. Omer soon saw Shinjo Akane dissecting the tissue of Nasilizan, while Tachyon was pouring medicine into the cut tissue-and then suddenly burst out a mass of obvious color. gas.
Those two people began to show "early symptoms" of the disease.
"It's probably some kind of extremely fast fermentation gas." Handing the screen back to her, Omo scribbled words on the light screen, "The gas masks that can penetrate Tachyon and Shinjou are also special. Let them lie down first. It’s a home therapy device.”
The mercenary office's standing emergency treatment device had not yet been used by the mercenary who was easily injured and lost his job. Instead, it was used by the two researchers first, which also left him speechless.
As he spoke, he saw a message from the teahouse confirming that the treatment device was functioning normally, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The standard of normal operation is that it can be treated and handled, which does not take long.
Zhou Jingjing glanced at his relaxed posture and sneered: "You should get used to this kind of thing."
"I've seen that guy Suzi encounter this kind of thing more than seven times, and the kid from the teahouse is also very familiar with it."
The black-haired horse lady sneered, stuffing the portable screen into her pocket that shouldn't be able to hold such a thing.
"It's time to leave, right? This kind of thing could happen before leaving. That guy is still as troublesome as ever, but now he's in trouble."
"Well, let's go."
——
Under the dim sky, there are street lights that are gradually turning on.
The lanes can be crowded during rush hour, but this is also a reflection of the advantages of motorcycles.
Even a heavy motorcycle will have more room to maneuver than a car and will not be hindered too much by the road conditions during this period.
Not to mention that there are no passengers in his car, so there is no need to be scrupulous about some of the more dangerous driving techniques.
Yes, there are no passengers.
Although it was just two people and there was enough space, Sunday Ningjing still didn't plan to share the ride with him, so she stayed in the standby terminal of Omo's.
But it doesn't stop him from speaking.
After much persuasion and anger, Sunday Serenity was still willing to join as an ally as long as it was confirmed that Omer wanted to investigate the Symbol family.
This was naturally expected by Omer, which was why he made that 'Sunday Night' speech.
And it’s worth mentioning that today is indeed Sunday.
People who take a vacation always don't care what day it is today, but people who don't take a vacation will be desperate for the Monday they are about to face.
These have nothing to do with freelancers. Anyway, if there is work, they have to work, and if there is no work, they have to run for safety - although there is no clear evidence yet to prove that the symbol of Yuechi will really threaten his safety.
But anyway, idle time is idle. Shinjo is obsessed with new research and will not let him play games. Bi Ze is still busy. Half an hour ago, he sent a private message asking him if he wanted a friendly edited version.
It seemed that there was some big problem in the works involving Ultraman Orb that made him feel that he couldn't just keep it all to himself.
Omo hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he should accept everything as ordered. After all, he did not accept those things just for pure viewing, but more for the purpose of obtaining information.
Then Bize's response seemed very pitiful, and said that since this was the case, he would try to package the next few games together to wash his eyes.
No...has it reached the point of washing your eyes?
Although he didn't start to regret it, this kind of performance really made Omer feel a little uneasy, thinking about how big of a problem Orb's work was to reach this point.
But this kind of uneasiness wouldn't last for half an hour.
At this moment, Omer had just crossed the boundary between foreign land and surface, but suddenly heard the quiet voice of Sunday: "Why are you still not going to stop?"
Did you still decide to speak after being silent until now... Omer glanced at the light screen, thinking that this silent confrontation would last until the destination.
"Why do you hold back? I remember when Miss Rudolph came, you told me that the information was delivered to my door."
"Didn't you also say that Rudolf's tone, title, etc., as well as her position and sincerity, were lies?" A dull question came from the light screen again, duller than Omer's motorcycle helmet. .
To this, Omo's answer was only two words:
"The truth."
"Have you really been shaken?"
"Well, I would also wonder if if I insist on contacting you, rather than wasting the other person's dissuasion, I would be trampling on the other person's feelings."
"I don't think that symbolism of Rudolph is that common," Omer said.
"It's better to say that no one has seen it, right? The emperor who would address the trainer as 'you' is not actually an emperor, but more like a student."
He said that the bright silver motorcycle helmet with a few black lines on it, its eye protection and windproof lenses faced the lights on the road.
The brightness and destruction are uncertain.
"Or more accurately, like a minor."
"Trampling on the minds of minors makes me feel like a worse person."
"Ha!" An unsurprising sneer came from the light screen.
"You didn't think you were a worse person before? You wantonly crossed the high wall that others built for secrets."
"I really don't think so. After all, my original intention is to observe. Generally speaking, there is really no need for the observer to have much interaction with the person being observed."
Omo said calmly.
Without waiting for the other party's response, he added, "It's just that lately, it's probably getting worse and worse."
"Did the jar break?"
"I wanted to see what kind of place it was for a symbolist who would make the emperor act like a minor when he sincerely discouraged others from getting involved."
He said something wrong and turned his head.
At that moment, the helmet's lenses reflected the light screen, reflecting a pale light in the darkness.
"Extremely curious!"
Thanks to Voyager's Diary
thanks, thanks!
(End of chapter)
