Elie Suko: [How did you persuade the mechanical guinea pig to rest?] 】

———————— a message that Ally's retracted——————

Ellie Speedo: [Forget it, I'll experiment again, you better get back to the state.] ”】

？

Is this a speedy hair?

Is this the Elie Suko?

Didn't someone rob your phone and impersonate it?

Wait, what else can she do in the library?

Ome looked at the characters on the screen in amazement, but before he could respond, he was pushed open by a finger, revealing the sneering face of Sunday Tranquility.

"Can you still be distracted when reviewing your work? It's really disrespectful to the client. ”

"No, actually, it's another facilitator's message, and it should be followed in order for the plan to go smoothly in the future."

In the activity room on the third floor of the high school, Omer, who had already sat up from the recliner, looked at the tranquility of Sunday rather helplessly.

The gentleness of 'smiling and nodding' mentioned in the casual conversation of the passers-by had never appeared in him, but the ratio of the 11-point fan-shaped statistical chart with three points of irritability, six points of sternness, and two points of ferocity was real, so that he was still tired at the moment and really did not want to receive it.

But the financier is always remarkable.

Even if he wanted to keep his personal possessions here, Omer had to be careful when he spoke.

lest the other party kick his Mewtwo experience device when he is in a bad mood.

Even if the other party is the type who is willing to pay for the loss, Omer has no intention of trading in the old for the new.

It's just that even if he cooperates enough, the other party is still dissatisfied.

"Facilitator? Can you find anyone else who can get involved in this kind of thing? ”

Sunday Tranquility glanced at the screen on the side unhappily: "The kid next to the café does have some skills, but if you underestimate those companies because of this, I have to warn you." ”

When he first visited the student council, the information needed to be integrated as much as possible, and Omer would turn on the public mode so that Suko could also see what was going on there, but now he naturally continued to keep it private.

But the privacy protection of that mode does not seem to be high enough, and Sunday Tranquility, whether it is the initial finger plucking or the title spoken at this moment, proves that even the so-called 'private mode' cannot keep her privacy in front of her.

Because she is a spirit.

Spirits have been interfering with dead objects since ancient times, and there have been records of ghosts infiltrating electronic products after the gradual development of technology, and today, electronic vampires like Morrison, who are still spirits in nature, can also freely swim in the world of data.

Sunday tranquility is not impossible.

She doesn't do it just because she doesn't want to, or maybe ...... It was certain legal constraints that he had heard but had not studied in detail that had hindered her.

Naturally, most of the management and protection apps downloaded by the terminal will indeed play a role.

I heard that the official phones of the Holy Terra Federation all have Digimon with built-in ultimate bodies as information guards, and there is a difference between 'Iron Empire Dispatch' and 'World Tree Assignment' depending on their functional preferences.

It's all a digital arrangement, and another layer of protection from real-life cyber hackers and cyber police is another story.

Omer had always felt that the rumored information was a little distant to him, but when he thought about it, the information protection held by the executives of the rich and powerful companies was probably not far off.

But I didn't mean to get caught up with that kind of character as soon as I came......

Looking at the seriousness in the other party's eyes, Omer's expression was even more helpless.

"Warn me?"

"Judging by your reaction, you know that you don't take it seriously," Tranquility scoffed unceremoniously, "The mercenaries who have just entered the industry really can't imagine what kind of darkness there will be under those sanctimonious companies in front of people, right?" ”

"Do you still think that this place in the Jiemen District is pure white and ideal, and it can't tolerate any darkness?"

"Of course not, maybe you don't know it yet," Omer needed to introduce himself because he didn't look into his origins in detail, "My adoptive father was an armed clerk in a security company, in other words—a thug. ”

As soon as these words came out, the black-haired Ma Niang also restrained her aggressiveness, narrowed her eyes slightly, and turned to look at the test bench of the speeder and the pile of debris in the tea house.

Then, when Omer thought she was going to remain silent, she suddenly said:

"So why did you get her involved?"

She asked, and under Ormer's gaze, she reached into the dusty pile of debris, and felt for the familiar lump of paper.

Unfolded it, and looking at the words on it, she smiled suddenly.

That smile did make her more like the sister of the Manchester City Café, but if Omer continued to remain silent, she would probably become cold and depressed again.

"To put it simply, I didn't get her to actually participate, I just told her that I was shut down on the company's dream server, and she suggested that her research might be able to get me back."

"Perhaps?" Sunday Tranquility turned to look at him.

"Yes, she went to the library to read a book, I want to check in the afternoon, you have already been here before this."

Omer said, shrugging his shoulders: "I didn't expect you to be in a hurry?" ”

"I saw the news that my buyer's account was blocked early in the morning, do you think I'll come and see what's going on?"

"The account you opened directly with your own identity?" Omer frowned.

"Of course not, I have several clean identities in my hands, any of them."

It was still familiar, not like the speech of a good person, and Omer was silent for a moment.

"Are they all horse race girls?"

"How else can I use it conveniently?"

"Okay, first of all: the horse racing girl." Unwilling to raise his hand and mark these three words on the light screen next to him.

"......" was silent the next Sunday.

"You also think about it, since the company is looking for horse racing girls to help with research, and it is also delivering advertisements to various stores near Traison. At this time, will a customer who appears as a horse racing lady go unnoticed? ”

"I even think they're on alert, will there be other Ma Niang besides you to investigate this matter?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with us, they start with reality, and I don't expect anything from that."

Sighing at Sunday Tranquility, he turned to the coffee machine in the Manchester City Café and began to familiarly find the container where the coffee beans were placed.

"I'll get a normal buyer's number when I go back."

"No, or you can find someone else to try with that number." Looking at the crumbs of this hairy sister's coffee beans grinding coffee, Omer's nose moved slightly, but he recognized the quality of the coffee beans.

"I decided to try the Tachyon plan first."

"If you can re-enter it with a banned account, as long as it is not discovered, it is an excellent cover, and if another account makes a mess, the cover effect will be better."

"The premise is that the little girl really has a way," Sunday Tranquility grinded her coffee to herself, not turning her head to look at him, obviously thinking that the odds were not high, "and you really can't be discovered, right?" ”

"Try the trust once, I am still willing to give it, after all, it is the horse girl I chose to serve."

Although he was forced to block the door, it was not a lie, and Ormer did trust Ally's research ability.

"But it also depends on whether you have such trust in me."

"I don't trust it."

Sunday's serene straight ball response made Omer shake his head silently and unsurprisingly.

It's time to think about it other ways, he just thought so, turned his head to look at the test bench of the speedo, but heard the other party say:

"But I've got the location of the dream server, so it won't hurt for you to try it once."

“…… Being trapped can physically attack a server and rescue it - is that what it means? ”

"Almost, but I hope you don't let me waste manpower."

Sunday Tranquility, which was already rapidly grinding, further tinkered with the coffee machine: "Do you want a cup?" ”

“… What an amazing invitation. ”

"How?"

"Is it serious to recommend coffee to someone with insomnia?"

"Of course, you can have a whole day of refreshment, and then sleep all day, so that you have the most time to carry out Eletsuko's experiments."

“…… I'm thinking hard about whether or not to swear at a woman. ”

Thank you for the tips of Sunset and Sunset, Changing Nicknames with Illegal Words, Pipichesky, and Apocalypse Sanctuary.

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