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Chapter 273 NO.36: Going to the Atrium on Sunday

After dinner, in the evening, Homais was ready to go out.

Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to say hello to the three girls in the office, especially Erisiko.

When she was focused, it was like stepping into the state of flow, and she ignored everything outside, but when she regained her senses, her concern for everything around her seemed to rebound, which was extremely strong.

The specific manifestation is that I am quite sensitive to changes in the surroundings, and I will keep asking: 'Where did the teahouse go?Where did bourbon go?Where did guinea pig go?What about Guinea Pig? 'The delicate state.

But compared to this state of anxiety due to loneliness, when Omer greeted her, she was obviously in a different state with Xinjo——

"Huh? What's this? Recordkeeping? Save it, huh? What's this?  …"

"Hey hey! It's a little snake... come, come and see my... new masterpiece! Tachyon-chan's plan is not good at all, you have to watch... Hehe, I am a great god!"

It was quite normal when he was eating, but within half an hour after he was put back in the laboratory, he looked demented and drunk, so Homa still notified Bourbon and the cafeteria to come down and carry them away.

This state is not enough even if you want to resist the transfer.

Aomer hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he should accept everything as ordered. After all, he didn't accept those things just for viewing, but more for the consideration of obtaining information.

The emergency treatment equipment that the mercenary office always has, the mercenaries who are extremely vulnerable to injury have not yet been used, but they were used by the two researchers first, which also made him a little speechless.

Now that several hours have passed, her emotions have already been appeased by the cafeteria, but when facing Omer, she will put on the original critical face again, as if she wants to take Omer's mother away.

The two began to show symptoms of 'incipient disease'.

"I really don't think so. After all, my original intention is to observe. Generally speaking, there is really no need for the observer to have too much intersection with the observed."

"Don't you think you're a worse person before? Go over the high walls that others built for secrets."

Without waiting for the other party's response, he added, "It's just that recently, it's probably inevitable that things will get worse and worse."

Although the racehorse girl has terrifying physical and strength advantages, her weight is not much different from that of ordinary human women.

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The black-haired Ma Niang sneered, and stuffed the portable screen into a pocket that shouldn't be able to hold such a thing.

Homa is apparently indifferent, in both senses.

Has the silence still decided to speak up now... Omer glanced at the lit screen, thinking that this silent confrontation would continue until the destination.

"Ha!" There was an unsurprising sneer from the light screen.

"What's unreasonable? You watch the surveillance yourself." Sunday Tranquility obviously didn't intend to waste time on this kind of thing, and directly threw out a portable screen for him.

Although it was just the two of them and there was enough space, Sunday Tranquility still didn't plan to ride with him, so she stayed in the standby terminal in Omena.

"I don't think Rudolph symbols like that are more common," Homa said.

In this regard, Omer's answer is only two words:

Omer said calmly.

This is naturally also expected by Omer, so there will be those "Sunday Night" speeches.

This is also their main disadvantage.

Then Bize's response was very sympathetic, and said that since this is the case, he will try to pack the next few works together to wash his eyes.

Rush-hour lanes can be crowded, but that's part of the motorcycle's superiority.

"I just saw that Tachyon guy has encountered this kind of thing more than seven times, and the kid at the teahouse is also familiar with it."

He answered irrelevantly and turned his head.

"It's time to go, right? If this kind of thing happened before he left, that guy is still troublesome as before, but now it's a double trouble."

It's just that this anxiety will not last for half an hour.

But anyway, idle is idle, Xintiao is obsessed with new research, and won't pull him to play games, and Bize is still busy there, and half an hour ago, he sent a private message to ask him, "Do you want a friendly edited version?"

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

After persuasion and persuasion, and anger and anger, as long as it is confirmed that Omer wants to investigate the symbolic family, Sunday Tranquility is still willing to join as an ally.

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.

People who are on vacation don't care what day of the week it is, but those who don't have a vacation will be desperate for the upcoming Monday.

"Well, let's go."

As he spoke, he saw a message from the teahouse confirming that the healing device was working normally, and he was relieved.

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

Isn't it... Has it reached the point of washing your eyes?

Under the dark sky, there are gradually lit street lights.

It is worth mentioning that today is indeed Sunday.

"Probably some kind of extremely fast fermenting gas." Handing the screen back to her, Omer scratched the words on the light screen, "The gas mask that can penetrate tachyons and new strips is also special, let them lie down first Let's use a home therapy device."

On and off.

He said that on the bright silver motorcycle helmet with a few black lines added, the eye protection and windproof lenses faced the lights on the road.

"It's better to say that no one has seen it? The trainer will respectfully be called 'your' emperor. Speaking of which, he is not an emperor, but more like a student."

It seems that there is a big problem in the works involving Ultraman Uub, which makes him feel that he can't just put it all on himself.

"You really wavered?"

"Is the jar broken?"

"Didn't you also say that guy Rudolph's tone, title, and her position and sincerity, that's a lie?" The dull question came out again from the light screen, and the dullness was better than Omer's motorcycle helmet .

"What do you want? I remember that when Miss Rudolph came, you told me that information was delivered to your door."

But it didn't hinder his opening.

"It's really choking."

Sunday Tranquility aside, OMO.

So he just stood at the basement entrance overlooking the basement, whispering: "It doesn't make sense..."

"Truth."

Omer followed the screen steadily and then marked the progress bar.

Although it is not enough to regret it at the beginning, this kind of performance really makes Omo feel a little uneasy, thinking about how big a problem Uub's work is to reach this point.

Even a heavy motorcycle will have more room to maneuver than a car, and will not be hindered too much by the road conditions during this time period.

Yes, no passengers.

"I wanted to see what kind of place it would be for a symbolist to have the emperor act like a minor when he sincerely dissuaded others from setting foot in it."

"Or more accurately, like a minor."

The standard of normal operation is that it can be treated and dealt with, and it will not take long.

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

These have nothing to do with freelancers. Anyway, they have to work if they have work, and they have to run for safety if they don’t have work—although there is no clear evidence that the symbol of Yuechi really threatens his safety.

"Trampling on the mind of a minor makes me feel like a worse person."

Half an hour of recording time is not long, and Omer soon saw Akane Shinjo dissect Nasirizan's tissue, while Tachyon was injecting medicine into the cut tissue—then suddenly burst out a group of obviously colored gas.

"Well, I also wonder if if I insist on contacting, rather than wasting the other party's dissuasion, I will trample on the other party's will."

At that moment, the lens of the helmet reflected the light screen, and a pale light was reflected in the darkness.

"Extremely curious!"

　Thanks to Voyager's Diary X2, book friend 20220807114007232, and Langenac of Eagle Fort for their rewards.

　　thanks, thanks!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)