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It doesn't take long from the entrance of the foreign land to the Sculpture Impression Hall of Jiemen, but Omer, as the driver, is responsible for driving the car to the parking lot, so in Lapland, The Undertaker and Nian are all on the stairs of the gate of the venue. Get out of the car.

Is there a person missing?
"Aren't you going down together?"

Omer looked at Mostima in the co-pilot seat. The latter didn't intend to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car. Instead, he was staring at the mobile phone screen in his hand.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes to look at the three people outside, and then the fallen angel looked back at Omer: "Wait for you to stop and join us."

"It's not convenient to place an order for this type of operation."

"It's good to be discreet, but if this is the case, wouldn't it be better not to tag the clothes?" Omer said, glanced at the sticker on his shoulder, and raised his hand to tap the headset next to his ear.

The sound of the earphone frequency band being connected correctly sent feedback, and he also instructed the so-called team members:
"Wait for me in place, or cooperate to explore, try not to be alone."

"Understood~" Nian's tone didn't sound very caring.

"Confirm." There was no emotion in the mourner's tone.

"Hmph~" Laplande simply laughed.

What a difficult team to lead, what do the doctors from Rhodes Island think?What did the Great Emperor think?

Homa, who knocked off the microphone, turned the steering wheel speechlessly, thinking that the Rhode Islander should be in charge himself. Even if these people are really not familiar with monster cards, he can work as a consultant instead of a commander.

Rather than placing high hopes on himself, he suspects that the other party is not paying enough attention to this side, or more precisely, that the focus is not on this side.

And Mostima is still answering his previous speech: "The cost of diving is too high. Although the scenery of the foreign land is unique, our team is still too unique."

"The clothes of Laplande and Miss Nian are indeed unique." Homa couldn't deny it and drove to the parking lot.

Then Mostima turned on him: "You and Nian's highlights are also very conspicuous."

"..." He raised his hand and rubbed the strand of white hair in front of his eyes, Amo was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Mostima, do you know the condition of Miss Ghost Shark?"

"Huh?" Mostima didn't care about Omena's remarks that seemed to change the subject, but asked instead, "What do you mean? Although she is a relative of the missing person, I have no contact with that Agor."

"Is she still delirious? Is there still a hidden danger?"

"That's something I can answer. The deep-sea hunter is in good condition, and he should often cooperate with the missing person."

"Then Miss Skadi is missing this time, she should be very anxious."

"It's useless to be anxious. Do you think it's very problematic for the doctor not to let her participate in the investigation?"

"Not sure, just like I'm not sure why Laplande participated in this investigation," Omer said, driving the car into the parking lane, and turned to look at her after parking, "Do you know?"

"I also lack communication with her. 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." Aomo was a little helpless, and beckoned her to get off the car.

"So any thoughts?" Mastema asked.

After getting out of the car, she followed Omer towards the main entrance of the stadium and met, still holding the mobile phone in her hand.

He tapped the button without embarrassment at all, and sent his previous question.

That was obviously not a request for help, but a tipping record.

So you are the examiner?Or the monitor who reports to the teacher?
Omer sighed inwardly, the atmosphere in Penguin Logistics Middle School is really strong, and he was left with a lot of work when he first came, so he must be a labor committee member who takes the lead.

"There are too many ideas. First of all, I suspect that the doctor in Rhode Island has arranged another investigation team. Miss Ghost Shark and even Ms. Gloria are there, and maybe there will be..." Omer said here After a pause, "Miss Xi and other operators will participate, and he will personally direct."

"You are very familiar with the interpersonal relationship in the team," Mostima nodded slightly, "So it seems that the boss recommended you to come here, and you can indeed be the captain."

"It must be that the information I know is completely true and reliable. I don't have that kind of confidence," Omer shook his head. "Games are dead, but people are alive."

As he said, he temporarily switched his light screen to public mode, lowered the fixed position slightly, and showed her the content of the link obtained by searching for 'Tomorrow's Ark' above.

The previous discussion undoubtedly came from countless passers-by, which is what Omer urgently searched for when he was a driver before, waiting for traffic lights and occasionally on the deceleration road.

It is also useful to cram for the time being, and he obviously does not think that it is safe to rely solely on the cognitive actions in the memory of his time traveler.

Then he discovered that he was right to be cautious.

"The image of Rhodes Island given by the players who claim to have played "Tomorrow's Ark" is actually different, but it proves the existence of parallel worlds to a certain extent."

He stopped in order to make it easier for Mostima to read the discussions of those traversers.

It's all about exchanging the differences between Rhodes Island in each other's perceptions, as well as debates about the game's plot.

The most intense thing was that a group of players who were fanatical about the plots of chapters 1 to 5 were confronted by a group of braggarts, followed by the entry of the middle party. I thought it was a dispute of "porridge guards", but the debate started from the requirement of evidence. A settlement was gradually reached.

Everyone realized that the "Tomorrow's Ark" they played seemed to be really different, even quite different-the operator list in the memory screenshots of some traversers mixed with many hostile opponents in the eyes of other players.

Enough to illustrate the problem.

Of course, considering that many time travelers often use some "nicknames" that the characters themselves may not understand to narrate when discussing games, which can even imply some estrus and crazy remarks.

Although he felt that Mostima's temperament would not pay too much attention to those things, Omer still screened them tentatively, and waited for seven or eight seconds before she retracted her head a little before walking again.

She seemed to pay little attention to the communication of those traversers. After being silent for five or six seconds, she asked, "Then do you want to compare? Linton, compare me with the existence of Mostima you know." What a difference."

It was hard to tell whether it was serious or joking on that chuckling face.

And Omer just shook his head: "No, I will observe and confirm by myself."

So Mostima turned and tapped on the phone again, leaving Omer speechless for a while, especially since she took out a terminal and earphones again.

With the earphones hanging by my ears, the terminal activated and started typing out of thin air again. I don't know what I was doing this time.

This is the gold content of Penguin Logistics' solo messenger. It even has more communication tools than colleagues, and it is used together with mobile phones and terminals.

Omer didn't pay too much attention to her, he just turned his head to look at the magnificent building - Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall, a permanent exhibition hall open all year round, exhibiting various sculptures as the name suggests, occasionally Rented for comic-cons, game shows, and parties for the extravagant.

But in the past few days, it is indeed fulfilling the duties of a sculpture impression house, as a symbol of the home industry.

As the local snake in Jiemen District, as the leader of the Sai Ma Niang family, the symbol family is indeed full of presence both on the surface and in foreign lands, but this seems to be too much.

Disappeared on the 25th...the second day of Takarazuka Memorial, and also the third day after the accident at Nayugel Company.

Homa was thinking while walking, and gradually approached the stairs in front of the stadium.

The client of Sunday Tranquility is obviously a symbol of speed. The old lady is against the horse race girl's participation in the experiment. It is not wrong to regard it as a resistance to negative energy monsters-this is the original idea.

And now?

Omer looked up at the majestic building, as if the octahedron of the 'Thunder Angel' in EVA was supported by huge columns so tall that the shadow it cast was enough to cover all the tourists who approached the venue.

"You guys are so slow."

It was obviously only a few minutes, but that Miss Nian was getting a little impatient.

And Laplande, who was beside her, was playing some action game with her mobile phone, without raising her head, and seemed to have no sense of crisis.

The mourner watched him calmly and asked, "Can we act now?"

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

For now, don't think too much about it.

Today is Akane Shintiao's birthday, I'm so excited... I was planning to take a break, so I'll add another chapter later, so I'll treat it as the card of the girl on the cover