It didn't take long to get from the entrance to the Boundary Gate Sculpture Impression Museum, but Omer, as the driver, was responsible for driving the car to the parking lot, so he got out of the car in front of the steps of Lapland, the Undertaker, and Nian Du at the entrance of the venue.

Is there one person missing?

"Aren't you going down together?"

Ome looked at Mostima in the passenger seat, who didn't have the slightest intention of unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car, but was staring at the screen of his phone.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the three people outside, and the fallen angel looked back at Omer: "Wait for you to stop and converge together." ”

"It's not easy to do this kind of action."

"It's nice to be cautious, but if that's the case, wouldn't it be better not to put a label on the garment?" Omer said, glancing at the sticker on his shoulder, and then tapped the headset next to his ear.

The sound of the earphone band docking was correct, and he also instructed the so-called team members:

"Wait for me where you are, or explore together, and try not to be left alone."

"Understand~" Nian's tone didn't sound very attentive.

"Confirm." The tone of the mourner was inaudible.

"Hmph~" Lapland simply laughed.

It's really a difficult team to bring, what do the doctors of Rhode Island think? What did the Emperor think?

Omer, who knocked on the microphone, wordlessly hit the steering wheel, feeling that the Rhode Island should be in charge himself, even if these people were really unfamiliar with monster cards, he could work as a consultant alone, not a commander.

Rather than having high hopes for himself, he suspected that the other party was not attentive enough to this side, or more precisely, the focus was not on this side.

And Mostima was still answering his previous statement: "The cost of infiltrating is too high, although the exotic scenery is already unique, but our team is still too distinctive." ”

"Lapland and Miss Nian's clothing is truly unique." Omer couldn't deny driving to the parking lot.

Then Mostima turned the finger at him: "You and the highlights of the year are also very conspicuous. ”

"......" raised his hand and crushed the wisp of white hair in front of him, and Omer was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Mostima, do you know the condition of Miss Ghost Shark?" ”

"Huh?" Mostima didn't care about Ormena's diversionary remarks, but simply asked, "What do you mean?" Although she was a relative or friend of the disappeared, I had little contact with the Agor. ”

"Is she still delirious? Are there any mental hazards? ”

"That's what I can answer, the Deep Sea Hunter is in good shape, and should always work with the missing."

"Then Miss Scati is missing this time, she should be in a hurry."

"It's useless to be in a hurry, do you think it's problematic that the doctor didn't let her participate in the investigation?"

"Not sure, just as I'm not sure why Lapland was involved in this investigation," Omer said, pulling into the parking lane before turning his head to look at her, "You know what? ”

"I also lack communication with her, and all she cares about is Texas and people related to Texas." Mostima made a gesture of surrender.

"It's not an interrogation, put your hands down." Reluctant to do so, Omer beckoned her to get out of the car.

"So what's the idea?" Mostima asked.

She got out of the car and followed Omer towards the main entrance of the stadium, still holding the phone in her hand.

Omer tipped the buttons at all, sending his previous question.

It was obviously not a call for help, but a kind of ventilated record.

Turns out you are an examiner? Or the class leader who reports to the teacher?

Omer sighed in his heart, the atmosphere of Penguin Logistics Middle School is really strong, and he has to be a labor commissioner who has taken the lead in doing a lot of work when he first arrives.

"There's a lot to think about, first of all, I kind of suspect that the Rhode Island doctor has arranged another investigation team, Miss Ghost Shark and even Miss Gretia are there, and maybe there will be ......" Omer said here and paused, "Miss Xi and other agents are involved, and he will personally command it." ”

"You know the human relationships in the team very well," Mostima bowed slightly, "so it seems that the boss recommended you to come, you can indeed be the captain." ”

"That has to be the information I know is completely true and reliable, I don't have that confidence," Omer shook his head, "The game is dead, and the man is alive." ”

As he spoke, he temporarily switched his light screen to public mode, lowered the fixed position slightly, and showed her the link from the search for 'Ark of Tomorrow'.

The previous discussion undoubtedly came from countless traversers, and this is what Ormer searched urgently when he was a driver before, waiting for traffic lights and occasionally on speed lanes.

It was also useful to cramm, and he obviously didn't think it was safe to rely on the cognitive actions of his own traverser's memories alone.

Then he realized that his caution was right.

"Those players who claim to have played "Ark of Tomorrow" have actually shown that there are differences in the image of Rhode Island, but to a certain extent, it proves the existence of parallel worlds."

He paused so that Mostima could finish reading what the traversers were discussing.

It's all about the differences in Rhode Island that we know about each other, and there are arguments about the game's story.

The most intense is a group of players who squirt the plot of chapters 1 to 5 encountered a group of crazy confrontations, followed by the entry of the center party, and the dispute that I thought was what the 'porridge guards' was, but the argument gradually reached a settlement from the beginning of the request for evidence.

Everyone realized that the Ark of Tomorrow they were playing seemed to be a little different, and even very different - the screenshots of some of the Traversers' memories were mixed with a lot of hostile opponents in the eyes of other players.

That's enough to tell.

Of course, considering that many time-travelers often use some 'nicknames' that the characters themselves may not understand when discussing the game, they can also imply some estrus and crazy remarks.

Although she didn't think that Mostima's temperament would care too much about that, Omer still sifted it, and waited for seven or eight seconds before retracting her head a little before taking another step.

She seemed to pay little attention to the communication of those traversers, and after five or six seconds of silence at the moment, she asked, "Then do you want to compare?" Linton, what a difference between me and the Mostima you know. ”

The chuckling face couldn't tell if it was serious or joking.

And Omer, just shook his head: "No, I'll observe and confirm it myself." ”

So Mostima turned her head and tapped on her phone again, leaving Ormer speechless for a while, especially as she pulled out a terminal and headphones.

The headset hangs on the ear, and the terminal activation starts typing out of thin air again, this time I don't know what I'm doing.

This is the gold content of Penguin Logistics' lone messenger, even the communication tools are more than colleagues, and they are also used by mobile phones and terminals.

Ormer didn't pay much attention to her, he just turned his head to look at the magnificent building, the Impression Pavilion of the Boundary Gate, a year-round permanent pavilion that exhibited sculptures of all kinds, as its name suggests, and was occasionally rented for comic conventions, game shows, and extravagant parties.

But these days, it is indeed fulfilling the duty of the sculpture impression museum, as a symbolic industry.

As the head snake in the Jiemen District, as the leader of the horse racing family, the symbolic family is indeed full of presence on the surface and in the exotic land, but this seems to be too much.

Disappeared on the 25th...... The second day of the Takarazuka commemoration is also the third day after the accident of Nayugel.

Omer pondered as he walked, drawing closer to the stairs in front of the arena.

Sunday's Serenity's client was clearly a symbol of speed, and the old woman was resisting the horse racer's participation in the experiment, and it was not unavoidable to see the same resistance to the negative energy monster - it was the original idea.

And now?

Ormo looked up at the majestic building, as if the octahedron of the 'Thunder Angel' in the EVA was so tall that it cast a shadow enough to envelop all visitors who approached the venue.

"You're coming so slowly."

Obviously, it hadn't been a few minutes, but the young lady was already waiting a little impatiently.

And Lapland, who was next to her, was holding her mobile phone and playing some action game, without raising her head, looking without any sense of crisis.

The undertaker looked at him calmly and asked, "Is it okay to act?" ”

"Of course, let's go." Omer nodded.

Now, don't think about it yet.