After dinner, in the evening, Omer prepared to go.

Of course, before the trip, he didn't forget to say hello to the three girls in the office, especially Elie Suzi.

When she focused, she was like stepping into the realm of flow, ignoring everything in the outside world, but when she came back to her senses, the concern for everything around her seemed to rebound, and it was extremely strong.

Specifically, he is sensitive to changes around him, and he will constantly ask, 'Where did the café go?' Where did Bourbon go? Where did guinea pig go? What about Guinea Pig King? 'The delicate state.

But compared to this state of loneliness and anxiety, when Omer greeted her, she was obviously in a different state with Shinjo-

"Huh? What is it? Record-keeping? Save it, huh? What is it? ……”

"Hey, hey! It's a little snake... Come, come and see my... A new masterpiece! The plan of the tachy sauce is not good at all, it depends on... Whew, I, but the great God! ”

It was quite normal when eating, and within half an hour of putting it back in the lab, it looked like he was demented and drunk, and Omer still notified Bourbon and the café to come down and carry them away.

This state is enough to choke even if you want to resist the porterage.

Although the horse racing girl has a terrifying physical and strength advantage, her weight is not much different from that of ordinary human women.

This is also their main disadvantage.

Although the strength of their bones and muscles has been strengthened, they have not really developed in an inhuman direction, so the frequency of sports injuries will remain high.

"That's a choking."

Sunday tranquility on the side rests there OMO.

Now, many hours have passed, and her emotions have long been soothed by the tea party, but when facing Omer, she will put on the first face, as if she wants to capture Omer's mother.

Omer apparently doesn't matter, in both senses.

So he just stood at the entrance of the basement and looked down at the basement, whispering, "It doesn't make sense......

"What's wrong with that? Look at the surveillance for yourself. Tranquility on Sunday obviously didn't intend to waste time on this kind of thing, and just threw him a portable screen.

Omer steadied the progress bar on the screen.

Half an hour wasn't a long time to record, and Omer soon saw Akane Shinjo dissecting Nacilizan's tissue, and Tachyko pouring potions into the severed tissue—and then suddenly bursting into a distinctly colored cloud of gas.

The two began to show 'early onset' symptoms.

"Probably some kind of rapid fermentation gas," handed the screen back to her, and Omer swiped at the light screen, "The gas mask that can penetrate the tachyon and the new strip is also special, let's lie down on the home healing device first." ”

The emergency treatment device that the mercenary office always has has not yet been used, but the mercenary who is very prone to injury has not used it, but it has been used by the two researchers first, which also makes him a little speechless.

As he spoke, he was relieved to see a message from the café confirming that the treatment device was working properly.

The standard of proper functioning is to be able to treat the treatment and it will not take long.

And Sunday Tranquility glanced at his relaxed posture and sneered: "You should get used to this kind of thing." ”

"I've seen this kind of thing happen to that guy more than seven times, and the kid at the café is also familiar with the road."

The black-haired Ma Niang sneered, shoving the portable screen into the pocket of a coat that shouldn't hold that kind of thing.

"It's time to go, right? This kind of thing can still happen before leaving, that guy is still as troublesome as ever, and now it's a double of trouble. ”

"Well, let's go."

——

Under the dim sky, there are gradually brighter street lights.

The lanes are crowded during rush hour, but that's where motorcycles excel.

Even a heavy motorcycle has more room to maneuver than a car, and it won't be hindered too much by the road conditions at this time of year.

Not to mention that there are no passengers in his car, and there is no need to worry about some of the more dangerous driving skills.

Yes, there are no passengers.

Although it was just two of them, there was plenty of space, but Tranquility still didn't plan to ride with him on Sunday, so she stayed in the terminal where Omera was standby.

But it does not prevent him from speaking.

Persuaded and persuaded, angry and angry, as long as it is confirmed that Ormo wants to investigate the matter of the symbolic family, Sunday Tranquility is still willing to join as an ally.

This was naturally expected by Omer, which is why there was that 'Sunday Night' speech.

And it's worth mentioning that today is indeed Sunday.

People on holidays always don't care about the day of the week, and people who don't have holidays will despair about the upcoming Monday.

These have nothing to do with freelancers, they have to do jobs anyway, and if they don't, they have to run for safety - although there is no clear evidence that the moon symbol is a real threat to his safety.

But I'm idle anyway.,Shinjo is obsessed with new research.,Won't pull him to play games.,Bi Ze is still busy there.,Half an hour ago, I asked him in a private message, 'Do you want a friendship clip'.。

It seems that there is something big wrong with Ultraman Obu's work, which makes him feel that he can't stuff it all at once.

Omer hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he should take it all, after all, he didn't just accept those things for pure viewing, but more for the sake of information.

Then Bi Ze's response was very pitiful, and said that since it was all like this, he would try to pack the next few works together and wash his eyes.

No...... Has it come to the point of washing your eyes?

Although he didn't start to regret it, this kind of performance really made Ormer a little nervous, thinking about how big of a problem Orb's work could get to this point.

It's just that this kind of apprehension doesn't last for half an hour.

At this moment, Omer had just crossed the boundary between the foreign land and the surface, but suddenly heard Sunday's quiet voice: "Why don't you still plan to stop?" ”

Silent still decide to speak... Ober glanced at the lit screen, expecting that the silent confrontation would last until its destination.

"What do you take? I remember when Miss Rudolph came, she told me that some information had been delivered to my door. ”

"Didn't you also say Rudolph's tone, title, and her position and sincerity, which is a lie?" Once again, there was a muffled questioning on the screen, which was better than Ormer's motorcycle helmet.

To this, Omer's answer was only two words:

"Truth."

"Have you really wavered?"

"Well, I will also think about whether if I insist on contacting the other party, whether I am trampling on the other party's mind more than wasting the other party's dissuasion."

"I don't think that kind of Rudolph symbol is more common," Omer said. ”

"It's better that no one has seen it, right? The emperor who would call the trainer 'you' was not an emperor, but more like a student. ”

He said that the motorcycle helmet with a few black lines added to the bright silver had its eye-protective lenses to meet the lights on the road.

Bright and uncertain.

"Or more accurately, like a minor."

"Trampling on the minds of minors makes me feel like a bad person."

"Hah!" An unsurprising sneer came from the light screen.

"You didn't think you were a bad person before? Leap over the walls that others have built for secret. ”

"I really don't think so, after all, my intention is to observe, and generally speaking, the observer really doesn't need to have much intersection with the observed."

Omer said calmly.

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he said, "It's just that recently, I probably can't avoid getting worse and worse." ”

"Broken jar?"

"I want to see what kind of place the emperor can behave like a minor when he sincerely dissuades others from stepping in."

He replied and turned his head.

For a moment, the helmet's lenses reflected the light screen, and a pale light reflected in the darkness.

"Very curious!"

Thanks to Voyager's Diary X2, Book Friend 20220807114007232, and Langenac of Eagle Castle for their tips.

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(End of chapter)