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Because the deodorizing tools installed by the logistics staff really worked, Omer's neighborhood coordination was smooth.

The crime has been reduced from 'secretly researching chemical weapons' to the level of 'purchasing snail noodles for ten people and cooking canned herring in open boxes'.

It is true that for many traversers, the latter description can be regarded as a terrifying biological and chemical weapon, but for the contemporary ventilation system, it is still just a "barely" battle.

Otherwise, Omer would have seen Akane Shinjo on the news long ago.

Ok?You ask why you didn't mention Ali Tachyon?

Need to mention this?She's been in the news for a long time!It's just not because of being accused of engaging in biological and chemical weapons.

All in all, as long as the continuation and spread of irritating gas can be curbed, this matter is not a big deal, just need to apologize one by one.

An apology is nothing. When Homa compromised the idea of ​​the three little girls planning to live here, he was mentally prepared.

Although this psychological preparation is mainly due to tachyons.

Bourbon can at most achieve economic internal friction, and the teahouse is worry-free for the time being, as long as there is no Sunday Tranquility guy popping out——

Can you not be in a hurry to find death?
Omer sighed.

Such as Sunday Serenity's brief display of hostility.

It doesn't matter if Tachyon and Shinjo aren't here, but if Bourbon and Teahouse aren't here...

"It's only 10 minutes away from becoming my cup." Omer, who was drinking cold water, turned his head and raised his eyebrows. "Do you really think that someone will prepare coffee for you in advance?"

Ms. Tranquility probably didn't care much about the difference between men and women on Sunday, but when Omer heard the words, he simply picked up the cup and went to the kitchen, saying, "Forget it, let's pour it." On the contrary, she needed to restrain him. The urge to kick.

But now it seems that it can only be dumped.

But she couldn't find a chance, because looking at this guy's back, she always felt more dangerous than before.

Just when Omer began to feel clean, a 'King Ghidorah' was added to the card box.

"Your place is really narrow, and why is the coffee still instant?"

"I also helped catch two criminals and bought a few new cards."

"You seem to have experienced something again."

He tilted his ears slightly, and vaguely heard the noise from the direction of the underground laboratory.

King Airi was already very irritable, he had been provoked twice by the shadow of Narita Bairen, and even induced Ace Killer to keep up, but after Galatron and Jin Guqiao came, it didn't make much noise at all.

This thing is obviously just a one-time card like the electronic mechanical Baltan and the mechanical Gomora, but it is far less quiet and dead than its counterparts.

After pouring out the coffee in the cup and simply rinsing the cup in front of the sink, Omer turned around and saw that Sunday Tranquility was leaning against the door.

"The instant solution was because I was in a hurry, and I originally drank it by myself."

"Symbol of Moon Slack?"

But considering the nature of this thing as a one-time card, it is a bit of a taste that the heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper.

Being stared at by something, more than one thing... That cold, scrutinizing gaze made her extremely uncomfortable, and she didn't intend to pry into her privacy, so she just looked at the display and then backed away .

And Ma Niang in front of the counter was still staring at the coffee cup and frowning:
"What do you mean? This is your cup?"

"?" Zhou Ningjing, who folded his arms in a concave posture, didn't know what it meant.

Feel deeply sorry.

"Suddenly asked me to come over to look at the store for a few minutes. I thought that the kid rewarded me for this cup." Zhou Ning sighed and stood up.

"You think I'll look after the store for you?" A gloomy sneer appeared on Sunday Tranquility's mouth.

Obviously, I didn't feel this way when we met before, but now I saw that guy walking towards the kitchen with a coffee cup, but I always felt that there was a long and narrow shadow stretching from the shadow under his feet, and I was looking at myself who was following behind.

"I just suggest that it's more convenient for you to make coffee," Omer shook the cup in his hand expressionlessly, "I'll ask you about the symbol of the slack moon when I get back."

"The teahouse's request is only until you come back, it's over!"

This thing jumps better than King Airey, and it's more belligerent than King Airey, and a little trouble can make it come alive.

"Go and come back quickly." She said, walking towards the kitchen.

Seeing her reaction, Aomo, who was just probing casually, was a little surprised.

It is such a subtle illusion when walking into a room full of monster statues.

I came to the fact that my sister's cohabitant is very strange.

Just returning from the last person who apologized to the neighbors, Homa raised his hands on the counter tiredly, and glanced at the quiet living room.

The black-haired adult horse girl was sitting in front of the counter as if no one else was there, fiddled with the portable operation screen he used to read the commission column of the mercenary station, and was holding a cup of coffee that Omer hadn't had time to drink.

"The result is such a bad coffee."

So far, although Omer's card box is quite rich in types, most of them are mechanical bodies, followed by lifeless biological weapons like Ace Killer, and then wild beasts like King Airi.

This subtle illusion reminded her of a few minutes ago when she was bored exploring the second floor.

"Use it if you make coffee," Omer said, pointing to the unreplaced coffee machine on the kitchen table provided by the cafe, "I'll go and see the laboratory."

It seems that I really know something...

Not only did he sit in the exclusive seat that belonged to the accountant, task decider, and entrusted receptionist—in other words, Omer, but he also insisted on his emergency drink.

This level of information is not difficult to investigate, and Homa's answer is also very candid. When he left the kitchen and walked past her, he handed over the rinsed cup.

Omer is grateful for the living appliances in the firm, and does not want to say goodbye to one of them because of this kind of thing.

only……

After finishing speaking, he thought about it again, and added: "I guess the teahouse called you here just on a whim."

Ning Jing frowned on Sunday, and then snatched the cup from Omer's hand.

That kind of hostility, even the level of slapstick interaction, can make it want to probe, it is a bit too sensitive, so it can't stand the slightest provocation.

But it's inconvenient to express this surprise, after all, he felt that there was a high probability that the dark Sunday would be furious because of being 'cheat' out of the news.

"The coffee machine is in the kitchen, I want to make myself a drink." Omer said, approaching and looking at the cup that was probably just a sip.

"Drink it if you think it's a waste, don't put on that face."

And Homa didn't care much about Sunday Tranquility's stop when he followed him, he just held the coffee cup in one hand, reached into his pocket with the other, and pressed the card of King Ghidorah.

Although he likes black coffee very much and has some taste ability, but the financial problems in his early years doomed him to always be accompanied by instant coffee, and there is no saying that he can't drink it.

If she can be quieter, Homa can still regard her as a 1.7-meter-five teahouse, but there is a shooting star on her forehead.

Curiosity does not distinguish between people and horses. Realizing this, he raised his hand to the other side of the counter to find out the cups for the guests, and walked to the water dispenser to get water.

But she was not quiet.

"That's right!" After a pause, he turned around and looked at Sunday Tranquility standing next to the coffee machine in the kitchen, and Amo ordered, "Only oily fumes are allowed here."

After a brief silence, a black aura rose from the astonished girl's body.

"...I'm not going to smoke!"

"Just a reminder."

Omer raised his hand and pressed the card box, and left in a hurry.