[Ami received him, but this is only a temporary thing]

[I'll tell the old guy tomorrow, at least for now, Omer. That Linton guy is just getting started, and he shouldn't have been exposed to the mess early.]

[It's really surprising that that young man can make you look at you so differently, and I am also beginning to look forward to him]

[To deal with the problems of the digital world, the two siblings of the Aiyu family are enough, right? 】

[I don't just look at the digital world, Twilight Detective Agency is in the real world, isn't it?] 】

[Don't let him get into too much trouble to ignore Traeson's side, or I'll get you in trouble]

[The firm has been receiving a lot of threats, you should also try to update the way you speak, by the way, what I often receive here starts with the name of Alphamon]

[Is there really a guy who dares to threaten the Alpha Beast? 】

[This is also a possible embodiment of human beings]

[Don't pull the fool to this height... I'll thank you for this in advance, and the café also called me]

[If you want to thank you, you can come and see, I recently learned a new coffee technique with an alien friend]

“……”

The words constructed by the mind stalled slightly, and the calm of Sunday, lying in front of the counter, suddenly fell into deep thought.

It's been a long time since I've known each other, and neither the other party nor myself have ever made coffee for each other.

There is still a gap in this understanding, yes.

But looking at this string of words, she was reminded of Omer. Linton's rejection of this place can't help but turn to a string of words:

【…… Have you ever let someone else drink it? 】

It should be an illusion, and this association is very far-fetched, Omer. Linton didn't say that Twilight Apricot's coffee was bad, maybe the guy just rejected Twilight Apricot's always off-topic dialogue rhythm.

The Efficiency Party doesn't like that kind of communication, so this guy is also learning to improve - she herself said so, at least typing and sending messages does seem to be improving, and there is no picture topic that is off.

But why is it that when you see this sentence, you are so uneasy?

Is it because the body's index is poorly adjusted?

Sunday Tranquility looked at his long black sleeves that covered his arms, slightly distracted.

After getting used to the state of the spirit, she rarely returned to this body that was thrown into the nutrient tank to adjust when she had nothing to do.

I also feel a little awkward every time I return, wondering if those girls have moved some hormone parameters that affect their mental or physical condition.

They don't dare to do really bad things, so she doesn't care, after all, when doing things and getting along with the café, it is more convenient for the spirit body.

It was only in the past two days that she occasionally traveled to some occasions where it was inconvenient for spirits to appear, and even when they were not allowed, she needed the Sirius symbol to bring her body.

It's time to continue to seal it when it's over, she didn't lie just now, she did receive a contact from the tea house:

Café: [Isn't 'friend' going home today?] 】

The café has her contact information, and the well-behaved sister never asks so much, let alone why the ghosts around her can condense the entity like an ordinary person.

Such a comfortable relationship makes it even more so that Omer. Linton and Chiaki represent the annoyance of these two.

Back to back! It's time to go back and see your dear and well-behaved sister!!

Sunday Tranquility stood up, and also glanced at the twilight apricot's reply:

Kyoko Twilight: [Ami and Takumi don't like coffee, and few guests visit in person]

Sunday Tranquility: [Okay, go and sit with you when you have the chance, as long as you can change your bad style of speaking]

Sunday Tranquility, who didn't know what step he had taken, was waving to the staff in a good mood at the moment.

On the other end of the call, the blonde, who was also in a good mood, looked at the message that the assistant had just sent.

Ami Aiwa: [I'm going to send Omergo back to the surface soon, and I'll be back soon]

——

The Wildlands of the West, a digital world.

This world made of data, as long as there is no actual destruction, feels not much different from the real world.

It is only when destruction is carried out, whether it is dead or alive, that there will be a certain degree of fragmentation and crystallization at the 'wound', which is the broken data, and it is also the proof that the world is composed of data.

There is also a popular digital game world based on this model on the Internet, and it is quite popular.

But if you want those players to come here, they obviously don't want to.

After all, it's really dangerous here, and if you don't have a little bit of it, you probably won't be so self-conscious.

If you want to get along with Digimon, you can adopt a DigiEgg through legal channels to raise a Digital Pet.

Just like Qi Wei from the Edge Runner Office, she is raising a relatively rare Hackmom.

The rare Digimon with hacking abilities complements her team's positioning.

So does Ormer have a pound two?

He's too heavy.

"Brother Omergo, you're coming to the end, aren't you going to confess?" Aiwa Ami has been tired of repeating the question all the way.

"Why is your motorcycle and your data so large? What exactly are you carrying that would be defined as the ultimate body level by the detection port? ”

"Didn't I already say that? "It's a high-end motorcycle," Omer said, patting the head of the demon skull with his left hand, "the technology applied is more complex, and it's not surprising that the amount of data is large. ”

Isn't it natural that this is a beta system entity that can transform an organism into a giant with integrated materials without side effects, and the amount of data is comparable to that of the ultimate body? Omer thought to himself.

However, this explanation is difficult to explain to outsiders, whether it is the level of understanding of the technology, or the process of converting a high-tech system group into a motorcycle, it is an overly cumbersome explanation process.

And he can't really tell.

The principle of the beta system, how the motorcycle was modified - how did he understand that kind of thing as an ordinary high school graduate.

To this stuff, he's still in the position of 'You can use a computer but can you fix a computer?' When it's bad one day, I'm going to kidnap an Ultraman (crossed out), and I'm going to wait for an Ultraman to cross over for consultation.

Judging from his sweeping posts and blowing water harvests in several special effects plates, he could confirm that the official name of the Beta Demon Blade in the Atlas was 'Beta Igniter', which sounded like a lighter, and he felt that since this thing could travel through, maybe New Aubeno could also come over one day.

In fact, there are already too many crossing monsters in this world, and Ultraman has been lacking in movement, which makes people wonder if some human bodies or Ultraman Beno are deliberately low-key.

Omer feels that maybe Ultraman will come to block his door one day, but that doesn't matter, after all, there are Leonix in the universe, why can't he use the beta system to point monsters.

"But even if it's a large amount of motorcycle data, Brother Omer, what is the matter with saying that it is the ultimate body?"

"......" Hearing this, Omer, who was silent, looked up at Ami Aiba, who was looking down on his shoulder from the Tyrannosaurus beast, and asked, "After I tell you, how about you answer me a question as well?" ”

"Okay."

This girl is still as simple and easy to talk as she was at the beginning.

Sighing, Omer reached into his arms, and after a few seconds, he pulled out the two monster cards: "Well, it's not surprising that there is such a thing, even if it is judged to be super-researched... Ah, are you alright? ”

The tyrannosaurus beast suddenly stumbled, but Ami Aiwa was still hanging on her shoulder, showing the magnet nature of the beast trainer.

“… It's okay. The Tyrannosaurus Beast, who said this sullenly, glanced at the card in his hand with fear.

And Ami Aiwa seemed to feel something, and was quiet for a while.

Ultra Extreme Body is a Digimon rating that is not widely recognized, and the Omer who can tell this kind of thing is indeed the Omer that Ami Aiwa remembers. Linton.

When they were teenagers, they took the initiative to talk to the Aiyu siblings on the topic of 'fighting beasts', and mentioned a lot of Digimon level settings that their peers would not remember at all, so that the two siblings were speechless for a while, and the 'director' admired them even more, and then the director also made a cup of coffee for them...... The memories of that half-day are quite profound to the members of the Twilight Detective Agency.

You can see the young Ommer. Linton's interest in Digimon is so important that he understands the hierarchy so well.

But Ormo just cares about special beasts.

Whether it's Digimon, Pokémon that only exist in copying works, or even giant beasts in Monster Hunter...... In line with the monster-like impression, young people are free to understand.

Although the young man's schedule is quite full, he has already understood the long-term way of 'busy' and '' of social animals at a young age.

"Ahh It's the kind of monster card that the Internet says! … Omego! "Don't give it!"

Seeing that the other party's thoughts were cut, Omer cut off the conversation very decisively.

The digitized card is also exuding aura, and even because of being in the digitized world, that strong instinct reflects the thick and cold black gas with intuitive visual effects, which is also the reason why the tyrannosaurus beast with the posture of war and violence suddenly stumbled.

Now that Ormo put them back in the box in his pocket, the Tyrannosaurus was much easier.

"How so!"

"I'm asking the question."

"You ask" Seeing Ommer's flawless coldness, Ami Aiwa was quite depressed, muttering a long list of non-breathable words, "Whether it's my brother's mysterious browsing history, or the measurements of the Celestial Maiden and Lilith Beast, or the recipe that the director added to the coffee yesterday, I can tell you." ”

"Why should I know anything like that, and can I borrow recipes for everything I add to my coffee?!。

"Do you want the measurements of the long? Or is it mine? Huh... It's sexual harassment, right? ”

"You're sexually harassing me," Omer corrected, "and the only thing I want to ask is if you're contacting me because of someone's instructions." ”

"Uh... Can you change the question? ”

"No, it's no different from answering directly."

“… That! Then let me tell you why the Twilight Detective Institute has a separate real-world interface, you don't have that like that, okay? ”

"Not good, not interested."