[Vega: Acupuncture is over]
——Vega withdrew a message——
[Vega: Don’t take your parents’ words seriously] - 17 minutes ago
[Vega: When you come back...do you want to drink tea? 】-9min ago
——Vega withdrew a message——
[Moon krait:? 】-4min ago
[Vega: How long do you have to finish your work? If the meat floss is soft bread...it would go well with tea. 】-3min ago
[Moon krait: It will take about eleven or two minutes to make time. Tea... That’s true. I’ll bring it with me when the time comes.] - 1 minute ago
[Vega: ...No, I mean, if I make tea..., would you want to drink it? 】
Is this a prelude to some kind of prank?
At the current only point of contact with the outside world, Omer's fingers hovered above the screen, hesitating for a moment.
His impression of Miss Vega was before the action. It was undoubtedly extremely dissatisfying and roundabout rejection, and then it took such an incredible turn.
Not to mention the intensity of this change of direction, the friendly attitude expressed directly in this way is already a bit strange.
It was enough to make him subconsciously pull the progress bar and repeatedly confirm the previous dialogue:
——Is there really no secret code in this?
Being in the center of Tereson, there is probably no chance of being kidnapped, but if my sister Sang's extreme operation...
The style would not be so subtle.
So...what happened?
He raised his eyes and glanced at the super agent in the distance who was dragging his injured body to tell the story of the experience to the 'Iga Rijin', and then looked at Asakura Riku who was standing next to Qiwei in the distance and looking at the screen. Omo turned around again .
[Moon krait: I will look forward to it]
After typing this response, he waited quietly for another half minute.
There was no reply there.
So he relieved the light screen and his hanging heart fell to the ground a little.
This reaction was so awkward that it seemed rude, and he would not end the conversation with a greeting, but it was indeed my fault.
In fact, after re-examining the conversation record, I can confirm that it is indeed Admiration Orihime who is operating it, but there is just a bit more self-pulling hesitation and entanglement.
So the 'crux' of everything lies in the reason why you have to change your attitude.
Reason...what reason can there be...
Omer looked back in thought and looked at the long-lasting fire and explosion in the distance.
The tall and thin demon who raised his mechanical arm retreated into the magic circle, and the cowgirl with a rude smile quickly chased after them with two guns. They were Baalmon X and Belstamon.
Omer followed his previous words and did not help, but he also did not hinder.
Just watching from a distance, watching the two people disappear in the magic circle, and then a minute later, a sudden series of gunshots formed a cracked code, and the Bellstar beast rushed out under the splinters of countless spaces, He looked like he had returned in a dashing way.
But there was no concealment of unhappiness on his face.
Almost at the same time, Omo also received an anonymous message: [Waiting for your payment].
It can be seen that Bellstarmon's XXX attempt to kill Baalmon x failed again.
"If you can catch it next time, can you tell me in advance!"
She even approached Omer and said this, which made the latter's face look a little helpless.
"After doing that once, I'm afraid I won't see the other person again."
"Too."
Just like that, Bellstarmon was convinced.
"Forget it until you can guarantee a one-hit kill."
But not two seconds later, she turned back and said, "How about you come and help me?"
This surprised Omer. After all, so far, Bellstarmon has been obsessed with killing the opponent alone instead of looking for helpers.
In less than an hour, two people's hearts have changed drastically, right?
Is today a special day?
He thought about the almanac and said seriously:
"I can be the mediator."
"The other party is Bize's Digimon partner after all."
"Tsk, can't you ask him to find another partner?"
"There are quite a few Digimon who want human companions these days."
Although Bellstamon was a little disgusted, he still respected his partner's friend and didn't say "I don't care what he does."
After staying in Omo's terminal for a long time, even if there is no direct interaction, you can get to know such a person by observing the chatting scene from time to time - and then you can imagine that Omo and Bize talk about everything, and they talk about everything. There is no lack of trash-talking style, what a subtle spectator experience this will be.
For a Digimon, this is an immeasurably bad influence.
It is precisely because of this that Belstamon, who is not a novice in 'anthropology' but can't be said to be a master in 'anthropology', has an attitude towards Bize, although it is not bad, but it is not much better either.
"I think it doesn't mean that you should give up on the present if there is a replacement," Omer said calmly, "There will be many people in this world who can replace me and become your partner, but you have the patience to find them and get along with them again. Is it a break-in?"
"If it were them, they wouldn't care about the life or death of that guy Bize."
"I don't have the patience." Bellstarmon answered without hesitation. This is one of her advantages in this form.
"I've even always found humans troublesome."
"But the same goes for Digimon. In the final analysis, as long as you have yourself, life will show all kinds of things." Omo shook his head, "Most of the Digimon still retain their simplicity due to the small amount of data. Sooner or later it will change as it grows, and then move more or less in the direction of humans."
"That's true," Bellstamon, who was persuaded again, glanced at the three-barreled gun spinning in his hand, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. How is your investigation going?"
She turned to look at the monotonous but still miserable cityscape in the distance.
Buildings with stable data volume are all skewed, and buildings with fragile data volume have long been reduced to ruins. The building that was originally enveloped by the one-trillion-degree fireball of Ember Jeton is now a lava area covering several miles in radius.
There is no trace left of the building in the middle.
Such power will make her more deeply aware of the fact that her partner is more destructive than herself.
Even if she could fight in a "giant" posture due to the expansion of her data volume, all her skills were concentrated on her weapons - the bullets in her hands and soles.
The focus is more on individual duels, rather than the field of destructive power, which is 'who can hit the biggest hole'.
There's no point in trying to make a big hole, the focus right now isn't on intelligence gathering!
Her whole body was wrapped in blue and black data tapes, and then turned into dark flames and jumped onto Omo's wrist. She returned to the posture of a witch in red robe: "Want to help?"
Feeling a little unhappy about letting the guy from Baalmon run away again, she considered finding something to do to change her mood.
Work is a good choice, but her desire to fish is aching, so she comes up with the next sentence as a remedy:
"Or if there's anyone who needs to be tortured, I can evolve back."
She still felt this was more relieving.
Belstarmon's underlying data includes the comprehensive concepts of Beelzebub and female Western outlaws, and it also has a unique understanding of intimidating and torturing others.
But that's about it.
Although intimidation and torture can be combined into 'torture' techniques, torture itself is a separate and profound skill.
It's not something you can understand by merging the side of a western cowgirl + the Lord of the Flies who controls "Gluttony".
Omo knew that she just wanted to find something to do, so he pointed at the group of cosmonauts on the fringes who were not comfortable standing together and had many quarrels.
"Just pick a few, don't go too far, Beatrix and the others will come to take them into custody."
"It's that tiger woman again," she turned back into Belstamon in the digital spirit thrown back by Omer, and curled her lips, "Based on human rules, how much credit have you accumulated for her?"
"Mutual benefit, I also look forward to clues from her in return." Omo said calmly.
"And if there is such an opportunity, I will definitely give priority to acquaintances, which can be regarded as investment."
"It's really troublesome."
"If you transform back into Witchmon, you won't think so."
"I'm Bellstarmon now!"
"Indeed, then Lady Beelstar, go relax."
"Go now!"
The cowgirl walked away like a gust of wind, and her impatient look made Omer dumbfounded. She thought that even Digimon would have a side that was rarely known, and that this hobby was not very positive.
There are really fewer and fewer harmless guys around me.
The exciting double monthly pass time is over
Find a time for your monthly rest and adjustment - just the 12th, I have to catch a flight home that day
(End of chapter)
