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Chapter 36 This is the second time I have come to the police station (Part [-])

This is a bit of a hustle.

The moment he saw him, the memories of Omen's standby traveler moved, and his uneasy vision looked for the figure of a deadly dwarf.

Many traversers know that, apart from being more educated about technological products, Police Officer Mumu is a good person and treats people kindly. He especially likes to give people names as brothers. Seeing him, the world can't help but think of a certain detective named Kudo Shinichi, or Edogawa Conan.

It seemed that Omer looked away.

"Relax, you are the victim, aren't you?" Police officer Mumu was still comforting him, pointing to the seat across the table, "Sit first."

"It doesn't feel real," Omer shook his head. "The extra memory in my brain belongs to a dead person. His first cause of death was drowning, and the second cause of death was the chip counterattack in my brain."

"That person doesn't have any vicious traits in his existing memory. He made some small mistakes, but he didn't make any big mistakes. He was quite law-abiding, and then he broke into my soul."

It's a bit of a touch of porcelain, to be honest.

"The soul that has left the body will dissipate very quickly unless it has experienced cultivation or is interfered by other forces." Police Officer Mu Mu looked down at the documents on the table, and he behaved very naturally when talking about these topics Familiar, it seems that he is already used to this process, "He may be panicking about death and have evil thoughts, which will arouse your chip defense to counterattack."

"I think so."

"Oh?"

"After all, I still have most of his memory here, and I can vaguely feel what kind of person he is."

To be precise, it is to analyze and simulate the personality model of the other party. Omer is still adhering to the usual disguise, and Police Officer Mu Mu did not pay attention. After all, he is responsible for explaining popular science to victims and giving advice.

Through the information collected and reported by the other party's chip at the first time, the Boundary Security Bureau judged that Omer Linton was a mild victim who had not had excessive interaction with the alien soul.

This kind of person is the most trouble-free.

There is no need for a person from the psychiatric department, and there is no need for a strict investigation by the soul department. The chip itself is not scrapped, and the physical examination form can be updated in real time.

All he needed was a series of popular science explanations, and he didn't even need guidance in life, because that extra memory would not have any impact on his life.

"However, if you want to delete that memory, you can go to the psychiatrist, or update the chip in your brain," Police Officer Mumu looked at Omo helplessly, "Honestly, little brother Omo, I have dealt with so many victims of soul piercing cases, and your chip version belongs to the most backward batch, and it really needs to be replaced."

"Especially being soul pierced for the first time, there will be a second and third time. Once it happens once, it proves that your body has a unique affinity for souls from other worlds. Now that you’re a piece of Kobe beef, it’s better to increase your protection.”

"I'll think about it." Omer nodded.

If Kobe Beef hadn't been remembered by the time traveler, Omer wouldn't have understood his analogy.

"Then the formal part will begin."

Turning the file to the next page and looking at it, Mu Mu looked at him again:

"Let me tell you about the relevant laws of the soul pierced. Don't be too nervous. Most of them will be fine as usual. It mainly depends on whether you plan to use the knowledge of other worlds for profit. Then I will give you Explain the legal process in this regard, as for the registered patents, you have to go back and check it yourself.”

"clear."

"It's good to understand, this aspect still needs to be carefully considered, and there is"

After spending more than half an hour confirming and completing some detailed descriptions of the case and confirming that the data reported by the chip was correct, Officer Meguro also chatted with Omer about a bunch of topics related to time travelers.

From the frequent crossing cases in the city of Tianmen, to Omer's original travel plan, and even mentioned the former Hoshiguma and the security bureau employee.

Aumer knew that this was the other party's way of expressing goodwill, and tried to reassure him by describing the situation of other time travelers and soul pierced people.

But he wasn't worried about this in the first place, instead he picked up the recent situation of the two security bureaus and the recent large-scale cases in the city from the other party's chat.

Then make sure it has nothing to do with that Stargate black hand.

This can't be said to be a waste of work, after all, it can in turn confirm that the black hand is real, and this is the first thing he did when he first came to the city of Tianmen.

It's really a big deal. On the other hand, the other party is not familiar with this city.

Homa was more certain, but had to ask before finally leaving.

"Mr. Mori Kogoro, have you time-traveled?"

"Haha, you want to ask if Edogawa Conan is in the city of Tianmen?"

"It seems that many people have asked."

"You're still reserved, but it's not a secret. They've been here, but they've gone back."

"...Your world can indeed be positioned very quickly."

The concentration of foreign matter is not high enough, and the Tianmen search is fast. Although Ke Xue is very good, it is reasonable to find his hometown quickly, and Omer can understand.

"Uh, it's not so fast," Police Officer Mu Mu shook his head, "Although I didn't know until I came to this world, but the memory you got, Brother Omo, doesn't know much about my hometown."

"how do I say this?"

"Emmm, let me think about what to say."

The middle-aged police officer raised his hand and plucked his extremely well-groomed beard, thinking to explain that the situation in his hometown was not only troublesome, but also unnecessary, thinking that it should be more concise, then he paused and said:
"Is there a work called "Legend of Sword Warrior" in your foreign memory?"

The discrepancies in the translation made Aomo switch in thought, and asked:

". "Dragon Ball"?"

"Ah, that's right," Police Officer Mumu nodded, apparently having heard such a translation before, "That work is also about my hometown."

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(End of this chapter)