"Why do you always meet here?"

"The consultant has set it, and you can send her opinions if you have it."

There is no doubt that the Tsuburaya exhibition hall at night is quiet, and after this silence is easily broken by footsteps, it is a question and answer between the two sides.

The moonlight cast by the skylight diagonally above falls on the display case through the glass wall at the entrance of the stairway.

A small part of the light is shared by the glasswork, but most of it still arrives on the huge moth-like model, as if the reproduction of a famous scene, giving the model and living things the same vitality.

Both sides of the Q&A did not care about this spectacle and it was clear that they also enjoyed the coverage of astigmatism.

But in the darkness, there were also a pair of eyes staring at the moth that was favored by the soft light, and at the same time, they seemed to be reciprocated.

The brilliance that embraced the moth also smeared in her eyes, making the darkness she was in no longer pure.

"Advisor?"

The party who took the initiative to ask questions when he came was still asking questions at the moment, squinting at the petite silhouette that was far away from the two of them, just leaning on a display case and standing in the dark.

His gaze will be somewhat contemptuous, not only because of the position of the consultant, but also because of the other party's distraction at the moment, but also because of the other party's flawed state.

The advisor feels like a JK.

This is the name that has gradually spread in the Far East, and it is also the name emphasized by many travelers, taking the initials from the kana jyoshikoukousei in the Far East, which originally means female high school students.

However, unlike many people's yearning for an existence like Jk, mercenaries' evaluation of this group includes shallow knowledge, volatile emotions, high self-esteem, and noisy.

belongs to the group that he hates and rejects.

So... What can be the use of this kind of consultant?

He was disdainful, but he was a very professional mercenary who would not be troublesome and would not be picky about his employer's choices.

Even the woman standing next to the Mothra model is not really an employer, but a partner.

However, the rules are universal, and avoiding multiple incidents is the first criterion for a smooth work.

So even if the 'advisor' was obsessed with the model and ignored his gaze, the mercenary only refocused on the partner: "Here it is, at least there aren't many people this time." ”

"It's hard to say, you'd better as soon as possible."

The 'consultant', who had been stared at by himself before, suddenly dismantled his stage at this time, and his voice was even more laughing and casual: "The monster showcase near the corridor will come to life, but it is a famous urban legend~, many people are interested." ”

"Including you?" Glancing at the monster model in front of him, the 'partner' angrily asked the 'consultant', "You just came to see this scene in front of you, so you set the meeting place here?" ”

How does it seem that the partners are not clear about the ideas of the advisors ... The onlooker mercenary was silent, obedient, though he wondered how a paranoid old woman and a flirtatious schoolgirl had collided.

"How is it possible, I'm just recommending a good enough occasion for conversation, the tourists here don't really care about your attire, right?"

The 'advisor' in the darkness shrugged his shoulders, and then walked to the side with his hands in his pockets: "Hurry up if you want to talk about anything." ”

It didn't seem like the darkness in other areas would get in her way, and both mercenaries and their partners, who also possessed night vision, could see the girl wandering through the display cases, their eyes wandering from model to model.

This also made the two even more suspicious that she just wanted to come to visit quietly, so she would set the meeting place here.

Regarding this 'consultant' hired by other colleagues, the woman herself is also dissatisfied, but what the other party said is also the key, she should really hurry up.

So she had to frown and look back at the mercenary.

"Report it, Matar."

After watching such a farce, he finally got to the point, the corners of Matar's mouth twitched, and he suppressed the desire to laugh and report to work: "The soul attachment giant machine can be recognized as a monster by the extractor, but it will get out of control, and the card drawn out is also this defective product." ”

As he spoke, he reached out his hand hidden in his cloak, with a card between his fingers, baptized by the moonlight.

It's a Mechagodzilla card with a lava hell-like image in the background, and at first glance it doesn't even look like the merch cards sold by the Tokusatsu Association, and even the pirated card is cooler than its standing art.

This is also the only advantage of piracy.,The irreplaceable advantage of genuine cards is that they can be recognized and read by the depth of the Tokusatsu Association.,It belongs to the same duel style as "Yu-Gi-Oh".,It's just that the rules are more biased towards Hearthstone and Shadow Poetry.。

But this card is not very good, it can not be read by game data, the vertical painting is average, and there is even a fatal rift that makes it look like no one else.

It doesn't need to be compared to those, just because it's special enough.

The moment the woman took the card, it was as if she could hear the roar of the mechanical beast, and a sense of oppression belonging to the colossal metal creature came over her, turning her already impatient look into an unconcealable horror.

The horror was fleeting, but the woman, whose expression was extremely quickly managed, still revealed her gaffe from her slightly hoarse voice: "It can only be urged once, and it is distorted into a state between biological and mechanical..."

"What is the reason for the loss of control? Is the soul quality too bad? ”

There is an undisguised pity between the words,

The mercenary shook his head: "Compared to soul strength, the biggest variable in numerical analysis is the proportion of abnormal emotions. ”

The woman was silent for a moment and asked, "... Because of the twisted power? ”

Using the distorted power to urge the traverser to create chaos, and using the distorted power to fuse the otherworldly soul with the steel behemoth, but also causing organic matter to cling to the machine, becoming as if it was about to move closer to its original body - she could see the obvious problem, and naturally she could also think of the cause of the abnormal emotion.

"Perhaps," the mercenary wasn't sure, "maybe next time we should try the power of corruption, the power of those ancient beings is powerful, but it is not controllable." ”

The woman pondered for a moment and was about to speak, but she heard the voice of the 'advisor' in the distance: "Have you ever thought that if you just turn the beast soul, although the desire is enough, but the dark side is also excessive, and people can't control it?" ”

"What advice does Miss Advisor have?"

Looking at the 'consultant' who seemed to be walking in front of the different display cases along some predetermined route, the woman did a good job of hiding her dissatisfaction with being interjected.

"I haven't seen your data, how can I tell you to teach, I just think you don't seem to be thinking from the perspective of monsters."

"Thinking from the monster's point of view?" The woman was surprised.

What kind of crazy talk is this, do you still have to consider the idea of the experiment after just doing a few experiments? The mercenary, who was still silent, sneered in his heart, thinking that it was not even a real monster, it was just a machine, or was it recognized as a 'monster' by the machine after he guided a otherworldly soul to twist into a wild beast.

He also wanted to complain that the concept of 'monster' recognized by the machine was really broad enough, and heard the consultant mention it as well:

"Since you have the tools to extract power from the concept of monsters, then you should think about what the concept of monsters it recognizes, and what are the controllable tools you want, and choose between them~Trade-off~"

The advisor raised his hand and made a strange gesture.

It is a gesture that brings the thumb, index finger and middle finger, ring finger and little finger together, so that the middle finger and ring finger are separated into a V-shaped space.

I don't know if it's to show off the control of the fingers quite well, or if it's a popular gesture between JK, the mercenary is puzzled by this, only a light screen that can be used to put question marks is missing.

His partners, on the other hand, directly objected to this.

"Boring, those cards aren't even the monsters themselves, if you want to play with the monsters, you should go by yourself," the woman said, as if by magic, four overlapping cards slipped out of her fingertips, and she handed them to the mercenary, "Belial cards are disposables like Mechagodzilla, but Ace Killer and Eyre King are not, use them carefully." ”

"The prophecy and time systems will confirm your existence within three days, and after three days you will be on the wanted list of the Heavenly Gate City."

"It's only three days to operate, I know," the mercenary took the card indifferently, and the pair of hanging eyes did not hide their sharpness and ferocity, "With the chips you gave, this is not difficult to do." ”

The adviser not far away turned his head when he heard this, put his hands in his pockets, and slightly hunched his back to look at the mentally handicapped.

The gray area where the cards flow into the city of Heaven's Gate is completely predictable chaos, but the mercenaries seem to be confident in fishing in troubled waters.

"The second beta device you got from the Frontier Lighthouse, remember your goal," the woman didn't care about the mercenary's confidence, but emphasized, "I don't want those imitations of defective products, and I don't want to attract unnecessary attention." ”

"Of course, I understand, you're a hermit."

"You and I both like to be low-key, that's why we met, I hope you can continue to keep this 'low-key' life, okay, you can go, don't let people notice."

"Nature." The mercenary bowed his head and turned to leave, this time, he did not hear the sound of footsteps, and the whole person was out of the overflowing moonlight and disappeared into complete darkness.

On the contrary, it was the Sakura Advisor who slowly walked from the darkness to the moonlight, smiling and saying cool things in a lazy tone:

"I think his first step is not very low-key~ Have you discussed it?"

"What? Are you scared? Or were you there at the time? Akane Shinjo. ”

The woman looked at this girl who didn't deal with her in all aspects, whether it was age, hobbies or even temperament, the classical Victorian lady couldn't go with modern JK, especially the other party's clever cunning and pretending to be cute, which made her feel vulgar.

"I just think he's unreliable, and the first thing that comes to mind is to get on the news pages of the city, and send so many people to hospitals and cemeteries," the girl said, disgusted and amused, "and I don't know how many people are looking for him now." ”

Like this, skipping the topic directly and taking the initiative makes the 'hermit' quite disdainful.

"I don't know why the hell they hired you as a temporary consultant, but since I'm not going to work, I don't care about that. Mechagodzilla can be recognized by the instrument, prove that your theory is successful, and your job is over, and you don't care about the rest. ”

"Liar! Am I abandoned so quickly? The girl raised her hands in surprise as if she resisted, but such a startled body movement itself proved that she was not very excited, and even there was no sadness on her face, but a false fear, "You won't be silenced next, will you?" ”

"If I notice you've leaked before I get my hands on it, I don't mind doing it myself."

"Can it be made public after it is successful?"

The advisor was surprised, but this time it didn't seem to be a lie: "So open-minded? ”

"If you really want those slivers to lock on to you, even if you die physically and your soul is destroyed, they can still find out the information," the hermit's palpitating appearance seemed to have seen it with his own eyes and as if he had experienced it himself, but after saying that, he also reacted and said viciously to the other party, "It's better to think about yourself normally!" ”

It turned out that it was not open-minded, but afraid of the other side ... Since you're so afraid, don't think about doing this kind of thing~

The advisor smiled: "Thank you for the reminder, auntie, then you have to finish well." ”

"......" was suddenly stunned by the hermit who was called so, and his face turned cold, "It seems that you don't plan to see you again." ”

"Well, I'm just a high school girl~ And auntie, you even Baltan and Cicada humans, Gilas and Godzilla will admit mistakes... It's really inspiring. ”

The girl smiled sweetly, it was clear that it was a big night, but she smiled with a sense of sunshine, which made the woman feel a little sick.

"What's so strange about those two pairs admitting their mistakes?"

"It's strange that I'm such a 'layman' with the power related to monsters, but I can understand why that person hired me."

It was really hard to refute this, and the hermit could only smack his lips.

And the consultant stretched his waist: "I'm a little sleepy, then I'll go, and now I can save the time to meet and talk to you to others."

"You'd better be honest and don't interest me in your chats."

"Peeping at the girl's chat history, what a terrible aunt."

Hard, fist hard! The hermit looked at the girl's back, and when he thought that he couldn't see her after that, his blood pressure slowed down slightly.

"But I always talk about monsters with my friends, so you probably won't be able to understand it."

The guy's voice was still coming from afar, and a beam of light coming out of the darkness also came from the activated phone screen in her hand, but what she was saying was not something that a woman would pay attention to.

.

"Unread messages? Oh, it's the little snake. ”

"Want to go to the model room and have a chat? Huh? I haven't been home yet, so I'd better keep him waiting. ”

After all, she's just a high school girl, and the equipment she has infiltrated is still at home.