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Chapter 472 NO.55 Haha, He Asked Baal Beast X to Help
In the digital realm, everything is governed by the data itself.

Even time.

When your perception of the flow of time begins to become disordered and you realize that the 24 hours here do not match the outside world, you may choose to wait here for your favorite dramas and novels to end.

Maybe, like Representative Qianming, he thought that this place could become a kind of training place.

It's like the house of spirit and time in Long ○.

Of course, as a horse girl, and even a horse girl with a trainer's license, it's not surprising that she would have such an idea, but there are obviously more important things at the moment.

——She is still in the 'lottery draw', but her teammates are missing.

This should not be surprising.

After all, this so-called "teammate relationship" itself has a lot of moisture. Although everyone has two-letter nicknames, SS does not hide his dislike of CB.

In this way, if you choose to divide into two groups, it is only natural for the other party to directly delete the contact information.

of course.

Considering the men and women in Chaldea, and even dinosaur-like, gender-indistinguishable beings working so hard, it is not impossible for Sunday Tranquility to directly bump into those so-called followers, and then be restricted in their actions.

It's just that with the current distance, if something really happened, no matter how loud the commotion was, I wouldn't be able to see it.

But if so, at least there will be some news.

Even if you don't recognize yourself as a teammate, you should recognize your use value and be able to solve her urgent needs, right?

At any rate, he has carefully investigated and tracked Sunday Tranquility for a long time. Representative Qian Ming believes that he still understands the style and way of thinking of this dark Sunday. Of course, if he wants to compare with Omer trainer...

Well, that's not important either.

Representative Qian Ming, who found it difficult to judge and decided not to judge at all, picked up the terminal on the unconscious alien in front of him again.

She has done this kind of corpse-touching behavior no less than a hundred times in the past 20 hours. She is already like a professional battlefield cleaner. While her movements are clean and neat, she can also do some fancy throwing and spinning tricks. Action, does not affect the operation.

It is also conceivable how boring this investigation process is.

Hurry up to collect information faster in Chaldea, and at the same time expect to hit key information-this is a race and a lottery.

Since it is racing, it cannot take the usual path.

For this reason, representative Qian Ming even gave up the stealth performance link that he always liked, and emphasized a simple and rude one.

Sneak into the facility, stun the aliens, seize their communication and data storage devices, and conduct a directional inspection with the data operation technology you have mastered.

This process...you can't say you're not a detective.

Contemporary online detectives basically work in this way. They hit each one they see, and then look for information from the trophies after the fight.

Compared to Sherlock Holmes in Crime and Punishment, it is better to say that Batman in Arkham Knight.

Miss Qian Ming obviously prefers the feelings of traditional detective methods, but she is unequivocal in her implementation of this operation.

And there is no doubt that the Sunday Commissioners are taking the same tack.

But this strategy is also a real lottery draw.

After all this world.

The connection points of different buildings are extremely distorted, as if the base could be deformed and spliced ​​at any time, it is really too big, and there are too many employees.

I thought there would only be dozens of cadres and hundreds of employees, but who would have thought that the base would be so big that it would not be empty——

——In addition to some weird-looking aliens who don't hide at all, there are also a huge number of...mosquito-eye aliens who seem to have come out of the same replica cabin.

Work, inspect and fish in different buildings.

The current observation feels that there are at least tens of thousands, right?

Did these aliens use replication technology to create cannon fodder?

I still don't know much about the alien race of the Barossa Stars. I don't know that they are more interstellar Zerg than interstellar pirates. Each of them can produce [-] habits, Qian Ming naturally muttered to himself.

However, it can be seen that this kind of "duplicant" seems to have insufficient vocal ability, and can only yell "Barossa" and "Barossa", and the actual communication depends entirely on the equipment in hand.

What Qian Ming wanted was their kind of equipment.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the language, anyway, the instruments used are all federal system operation templates, and the computer language carrier is always the same.

From then on, he contacted and tricked his superiors to come out, and then went to beat Sap. Qian Ming also had occasional accidents about this follow-through process from the beginning, and now he is very familiar with it.

Under the premise of ensuring that the clues will continue, she really hopes that the targets of her superiors will be these mosquito-repellent face replicators.

At least the body structure of this kind of aliens is similar to that of the human body, and the knowledge of the human body learned from medical professional courses can also be used together.

Unlike the few guys I met before who looked like Crystal Gundam, Deep Diver, and Dinosaurs, the number of bones did not match the human body, and it was a bit too much to directly bring exoskeleton and fish scales for shock absorption.

It's not easy to judge the output, too hard and I'm worried that I will be killed.

After meeting a few more times, it feels better to see those who shouted 'Barossa' again.

But this is also my trouble.

If it were the Sunday committee member...

Qian Ming's finger that was scratching the screen paused, and looked up at the ventilation duct in the corridor, with a rare troubled expression on his face.

I hope the aliens here have enough crimes, otherwise it will be more and more difficult to face the little girl at the teahouse.

In the process of acting as a trainer for Omer's trainer, she had a pretty good impression of the teahouse.

But when I think of Sunday Tranquility, who is 100% similar to her, that too similar appearance, and [-]% consistent back view, it is easy to superimpose impressions and interweave them into extremely subtle appearances.

She was quite curious about what Omer's trainer thought. She didn't believe that the other party had never experienced her situation.

Omer trainers have even acted with the Sunday Commissioners!
Qian Ming was also curious about what he thought when his collaborator was a dangerous criminal involved in multiple homicide charges.

But now...

"It really isn't a suitable Watson..."

Tried to dial Sunday Tranquility's number again. In this data boundary without network and communication frequency band shielding, the response to the dial was no answer, not something out of service area.

thus more puzzling.

Sunday Tranquility is not serenity, not a horse girl who can wait patiently for the loud bells to end normally.

The other party must have encountered something.

Taking another look at the location that is too far away, it is not difficult to run back, but it is quite a waste of time.

Want to go back and have a look?

"..."

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and looked at the time corresponding to reality, then glanced at the depth of the tunnel behind her, sighed, took a step, and rushed.

"She went back, probably to find Sunday Tranquility."

In the depths of the tunnel, he was actually not good at tracking the sneaking Belstar beast. He walked out from the corner, and beside him was the live screen that was being connected in series.

"Is my job over? It's boring. The guy on Sunday Tranquility is just in a bad mood and doesn't want to answer her phone?"

"Eh? Do you want to continue?"

"Okay, it's good that you don't need to look at the information of those horse girls. Don't ask me for help when you stay up late by yourself later."

(End of this chapter)