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Chapter 116 It's so easy to say, you bastard

Ari Tachyon: [How did you persuade the mechanical guinea pig to rest? 】

———————A message withdrawn by Eryu Tachoko—————

Aili Tachyon: [Forget it, I'll experiment again, you'd better get back to your status. "]

?

Is this from tachyons?

Is this the Erythyon?

Wasn't someone robbing the phone and pretending to be it?

Wait, what else could she be experimenting with in the library?
Omer looked at the characters on the screen that had been frozen after jumping out in some surprise, but before he could make any response, he was pushed aside by a finger, revealing the sneering face of Tranquility on Sunday.

"You can still be distracted when reviewing the content of the work? You really don't respect the client."

"No, in fact, it was news from another assistant. In order for the plan to proceed smoothly in the future, what should be paid attention to must be paid attention to."

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

The gentleness of "smiling and nodding" mentioned in the passers-by's chat just now has never appeared in him, but the 11-point fan-shaped statistical chart ratio of three points violent, six points severe, and two points ferocious is real. He was still tired and he really didn't want to receive them.

But the patrons are always great.

As if it was to keep the personal property he put here, Omer had to be careful about what he said.

In case the other party is in a bad mood and kicks his super dream experience instrument away.

Even if the other party is the type willing to compensate for the loss, Omer has no plans to trade the old for the new.

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

"Assist? Where else can you find someone who can get involved in something like this?"

Sunday Ning Jing glanced at the screen on the side with displeasure: "The kid next to the teahouse does have some skills, but if you underestimate those companies because of this, I will warn you instead."

When he first visited the student union, the information needed to be integrated as much as possible. Omer would turn on the public mode to let Tachyon see what's going on there, but now he continues to maintain the private mode as a matter of course.

However, the privacy protection of that mode does not seem to be high enough. Whether it is the initial fingers or the title that Sunday Tranquility said at the moment, it proves that even the so-called 'private mode' cannot keep privacy in front of her.

Because she is a spirit.

The interference of the spirit body on the dead has existed since ancient times. After the gradual development of science and technology, there have been records of ghosts sneaking into electronic products and making troubles. Up to now, electronic vampires like Morrison are still spirit bodies in essence. You will also be able to swim freely in the data world.

Serenity on Sunday might not be impossible.

She didn't do it because she didn't want to, or... some legal constraints that he'd heard about but never looked into got in the way of her.

Naturally, the management and protection apps downloaded by most terminals will indeed play some role.

It is said that the mobile phones of officials of the Holy Terra Federation have built-in ultimate Digimon as information guards, and there are differences between "Iron Empire Dispatch" and "World Tree Assignment" according to different functional preferences.

They are all arrangements of the digital world, another layer of protection from real cyber hackers and cyber police is another story.

Omer has always felt that the rumored information is a bit far away for him, but the information protection held by those rich and powerful company executives is probably not far behind.

However, I didn't mean to fall in love with that kind of character...

Looking at the seriousness in the other party's eyes, Omo looked even more helpless.

"Warning me?"

"You can see from your reaction that you didn't take it seriously," Sunday Tranquility sarcastically said, "The mercenaries who have just entered the industry really can't expect the darkness under those companies that are pious in front of others, right?"

"Do you still think that the place in Jiemen District is pure white and ideal, and there is no room for darkness?"

"Of course not, maybe you don't know yet." Thinking of the other party's disdain for him, and because he really didn't investigate his background carefully, Omer needed some self-introduction, "My adoptive father used to be an armed employee of a security company. In other words - thugs."

As soon as these words came out, the black-haired horse girl also restrained her aggression, narrowed her eyes slightly, and turned to look at the tachyon test bench and the pile of debris in the teahouse.

Then when Homais thought she was going to keep silent like this, he suddenly said:
".So tell me your reason for letting her in?"

She asked, and under Homa's gaze, she put her hand into the dusty pile of debris, and took out the very familiar paper ball.

Unfolding it, looking at the words on it, she suddenly smiled again.

That smile does make her more like the sister of the teahouse in Manchester, but if Homa continues to keep silent, she will probably become indifferent and depressed again.

"To put it simply, I didn't let her actually participate. I just told her that I was rejected by the company's dream server, and then she suggested that her research might allow me to connect back."

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

"Yes, I haven't written anything about it yet. She is going to the library to read a book. I want to confirm it in the afternoon. You have come before then."

Omer said, shrugging: "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 will stop by to check on the situation?"

"You directly used your own identity to handle the account?" Omo frowned.

"Of course not, I have several clean identities in my hands, any one will do."

It was still familiar, and it didn't seem like a good person's speech, which made Aomo silent for a while.

"Then are they all horse girls?"

"Otherwise, how can I use it conveniently?"

"Okay, the first suspicious point: the horse race girl." Ao Mo raised his hand angrily and marked these three words on the light screen beside him.

"..." This next Sunday Tranquility fell silent.

"You have also thought about it. Since the company is looking for horse racing girls to assist in research, it is also delivering advertisements to various stores near Treisen. At this time, will a customer who appears as a horse racing girl go unnoticed?"

"I even think they are on alert. Besides you, will there be other horse girls investigating this matter?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with us. They are starting from reality. I don't expect it at all."

Sighing, Sunday Tranquility turned to look at the coffee machine at the cafe in Manchester City, and began to find out the container with the coffee beans familiarly.

"I'll get a buyer account with a normal identity later on."

"No need, or you can find someone else to use that number to try." Looking at the coffee crumbs ground by the coffee beans of this little sister Mao, Omer's nose moved slightly, but he recognized the quality of the coffee beans.

"I decided to try the tachyon scheme first."

"If you can use the banned account route to get in again, as long as you don't get discovered, it will be an excellent cover. If another account makes some troubles at this time, the cover effect will be even better."

"The premise is that the little girl really has a way," said Sunday Tranquility as she ground her coffee without turning her head to look at him, obviously thinking that the chances are not high, "and you really can't be discovered, right? "

"I am still willing to give you the trust of trying once, after all, that is my choice to be the horse girl."

Although it was forced by a blocked door, it is not a lie. Omer really trusts the research ability of Erythyon.

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

"I don't trust it."

Serenity responded with a straight ball on Sunday, so Omer shook his head silently, not surprisingly.

It's time to go to another way of thinking, he just thought so, turned his head to look at the tachyon test bench, but heard the other party say:
"But I have the location of the dream server, so it's okay for you to try it once."

"...If you are trapped, you can physically attack the server for rescue—is that what you mean?"

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

Sunday Tranquility, who had finished grinding quickly, continued to fiddle 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 be mentally active all day, and then sleep all day, so that you have the most abundant time to conduct experiments on Erityrons."

"...I'm thinking hard about swearing at a woman."

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