In fact, once it was realized that Tver was below, there was no need to continue this conversation.
It would be rude to say any more!
after all……
Jockey girls, basements, doors that keep tugging...
Everyone understands the consequences of combining the three.
This is the realm of strange documents, and it is really difficult to explain it to an outsider.
Of course, the creation of strange documents is basically over-processed, and a certain Ormer trainer simply does not believe in the authenticity of the plot of the strange documents, let alone that there is any basement door that can close the extraordinary strength of the Metron people.
After all, he had tested the quality of several doors on the road, and they were all made of ordinary materials that could be easily destroyed by him, and the door below came from the collision of a wooden door.
so……
What nonsense are you stirring up again!
When the demon pointed like a knife and penetrated the door with a 'knife', directly tearing it off completely, he stared at the embarrassed Metron man behind the door, and his dark red eyes after turning back into a human made the other person break into cold sweat.
"Tver."
His call without any ups and downs in tone could make the Metron people stand up straight with a shudder and salute: "Arrived!!"
Let Justice once again consider labeling Mr. Linton 'very intimidating'.
Or are the intelligence records of the invading coalition forces true? Is Mr. Linton really bullying Mr. Turville?
If this is the case, then he can't just sit back and do nothing!
"Mr. Linton." The righteous super agent said.
"Mr. Justice, please come and pick us up."
But the other party got the better of him!
And these are such polite and sincere words!
This kind of politeness is rare in Chaldea. In the super agent's impression, even the nurses there are so mean! The doctor is even more lazy!
"Ah, I'm coming over, but Mr. Tver..."
"Oh, you are the super agent who was shot down by Black!!" Then he noticed the face reflected in Omo's public light screen, and the Metronian immediately shouted in surprise.
"..."
Justis, who was pointed at through the screen, didn't want to care anymore.
but……
When Omer glanced sideways at Tver, the other person trembled again, took an extremely stiff step, and blocked the door.
Seeing the cowardly appearance of the other party, the super agent's justice was rekindled.
It is to take the name of Jestis and never let the name be shamed!
"That, Mr. Linton."
"I want you to concentrate on flying, Mr. Justice. I only have thirteen minutes left, or should you give me the coordinates and let me take him there?"
A righteous heart is far less eloquent than a demon... The super agent couldn't help but think this, as if only in this way could he admit with peace of mind that he was completely inferior to the other party in terms of communication.
"I'm already above Academy Square."
"Thank you for your efficiency, Mr. Justice, then...Tver."
When the words were changed to another object, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, causing the seafood to tremble again and respond loudly: "Yes!"
"I suggest you go to the cockpit. The next shuttle ride will be a little bumpy."
"Eh?" The sudden concern made Tver stunned for a moment, and then he was a little moved.
Then he heard another sentence: "Let's talk about you locking yourself up later."
"Well……"
The Metronians seemed to be running away.
He rushed towards Jestis, who was hovering in mid-air in the posture of a fighter plane. Perhaps the heart of justice could bring him a more direct sense of security, while Omer turned back in the process of transforming into a demon again. He looked at Ma Niang, who had been following behind her before, with some vague outlines, but only outlines, like a spirit body.
He had already grasped Liangui's card, intending to use his gathered resentment and the power of the devil to take him away.
But when he turned around, he only saw the silhouette waving to him and others, then raising his arms high, completely fading away in that ritual-like gesture.
Even the devil's eyes can't catch it, it seems to be integrated with the world.
"..."
The black flames in his eyes swayed slightly, and the demon seemed to hear something vaguely. He just looked at the place where the other party disappeared, and had an intuition that they might meet again.
"Mr. Linton, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, let's go."
Jumping up and fluttering its four wings, the demon once again held the lower bracket of the fighter plane tightly. As the fighter plane ascended, he watched the academy getting smaller and smaller. Then he suddenly looked up and asked: "Tver, what were you doing before? Are you conscious?"
The reason why he was unhappy with Tver was precisely because the other party actually came to such a place because he was thinking about strange documents and let everyone run away so far.
This unhappiness reached its peak especially after breaking open the door and seeing this guy's embarrassed expression.
Because the other party is conscious.
If it was an unconscious act of stupidity, let alone the other party's instinctive problem, Omo had nothing to say. After all, he also had a lot of negative emotions hidden in his heart. From his feelings when he first came to this world, he could determine that the other party was probably there. Sleepwalking.
It is not impossible to understand some of the strange operations of the subconscious mind.
But looking at the embarrassed look, it was clear that he knew what he was doing was stupid, and the impression that he had been okay was completely destroyed.
But thinking about it again, something doesn't seem to make sense.
"No...I was dizzy before, and somehow I got here, and then..."
"Then you meet us?" The fighter suddenly interrupted.
And Homa was silent.
"No, then I seemed to hear a series of noises like a spaceship. I suddenly became more awake and found that I was locked up in a very strange place."
"Weird?" The fighter continued to hand him the microphone.
"The door seems to be integrated with the space. It is motionless. I can't destroy it or enlarge it."
"That's your subconscious, right? This situation is a subconscious bonus," the super agent has a say in this. "The world has changed because of your thoughts, but after losing the support, it will be difficult to create anything you want to create." , but if you want to change the nature of something that already exists, then it is still within the scope of operability.”
He talks without realizing what his words mean.
That's why Omer Riddler is still trying to save face for Tver.
This Metron man still had a face. Although the other party didn't know about the strange document, he still fell silent.
His inner longing for the strange document was manifested and seen by others... Even if the other person was innocent, it still made him feel social, not to mention that Trainer Linton definitely understood and had such a reaction.
And he didn't understand why his subconscious locked him up.
Very strange!
After being silent for several seconds, he sighed to himself: "Oh, that's Treson, and it's the center!"
"It was my first time here, and I didn't see a single horse lady! I think my subconscious still wanted to see the horse girls, not myself."
He decided to save his impression points.
"Maybe." Omo suddenly said.
This made him look at the display screen with some surprise.
Naturally, the camera couldn't capture the demon under the cabin, so his initial joy turned into anxiety.
Fortunately, the other party quickly added another sentence.
"Although it didn't succeed, I believe you did think about the horse racing girl, and even gave the other party a chance to barely contact you."
Tver: "?"
Mr. Linton was indeed a Riddler, the fighter recorded in his onboard log.
(End of chapter)
