It doesn't take long to get from the entrance of the foreign land to the Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall, but as the driver, Omo is responsible for driving the car to the parking lot, so in Lapland, the mourners and the year are all on the steps of the gate of the venue. Got out of the car before.

Is there someone missing?

"Aren't you going to come down with us?"

Omo looked at Mostima in the passenger seat. The latter had no intention of unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Instead, he was staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

After hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the three people outside. The fallen angel looked back at Omo: "We'll wait for you to stop the car and join us."

"This type of operation is not convenient for being alone."

"It's nice to be cautious, but if that's the case, wouldn't it be better not to put tags on the clothes?" Omer said, glancing at the sticker on his shoulder, and then raised his hand to tap the headset next to his ear.

The sound of the earphone frequency band connecting correctly came back, and he also told the so-called team members:

"Wait for me where you are, or explore together, and try not to be alone."

"Understood~" Nian's tone sounded unconcerned.

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

"Huh huh huh~" Lapland simply laughed.

It’s really a difficult team to lead. What do the doctors from Rhode Island think? What do Mr. Emperor think?

Omer knocked off the microphone and turned the steering wheel wordlessly, feeling that the Rhode Island man should take command personally. Even if these people were not familiar with monster cards, he could work as a consultant instead of a commander.

Rather than placing high hopes on himself, he suspected that the other party was not focused enough on this aspect, or to be more precise, his focus was not on this aspect.

While Mostema was still there, he was answering his previous statement: "The cost of infiltration is too high. Although the scenery of the foreign land is unique, our team is still too unique."

"The clothes of Laplander and Miss Nian are really unique." Omo couldn't deny it and drove to the parking lot.

Then Mostima turned his finger on him: "The color between you and Nian is also very conspicuous."

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

"Huh?" Mostima didn't pay attention to Omo's remark that seemed to change the subject, and just asked, "What do you mean? Although she is a relative and friend of the missing person, I have no contact with that Agor person."

"Is she still delirious? Is she still suffering from mental problems?"

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

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

"It's useless to just be anxious. Do you think it's a problem that the doctor didn't let her participate in the investigation?"

"Not sure, just like I'm not sure about Lapland's reason for participating in this investigation," Omer said, driving the car into the parking lot, and only after parking the car did he turn to look at her, "Do you know?"

"She and I also lack communication. 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." Omer felt helpless and asked her to get out of the car.

"So what do you think?" Mostima asked.

After getting off the bus, she followed Omo towards the main entrance of the venue to join them, still holding the mobile phone in her hand.

Without any hesitation, Omer tapped the button and sent his previous question.

That was obviously not a request for help, but a tip-off record.

So you are the examiner? Or the monitor who reports to the teacher?

Omer sighed in his heart, the atmosphere of Penguin Logistics Middle School is really strong. He was given a lot of work when he first came here, so he must be a labor committee member who takes the lead.

"There are too many ideas. First of all, I doubt that the doctor in Rhode Island has arranged another investigation team. Miss Ghost Shark and even Miss Gladia are there, and maybe there will be..." Omo said here

After a pause, "Operators like Miss Xi will participate, and he will personally direct it."

"You know the interpersonal relationships in the team very well," Mostima nodded slightly, "It seems that the boss is right to recommend you. You can indeed be the captain."

"Then it must be that the information I know is completely true and reliable. I don't have that confidence." Omo shook his head, "The game is dead, but the person is alive."

As he spoke, he temporarily turned his light screen to public mode, lowered it slightly to a fixed position, and showed her the link content obtained by searching for 'Arknights' on it.

The previous discussions undoubtedly came from countless travelers. This was also something that Omer searched for urgently when he was waiting for traffic lights and occasionally on the deceleration road when he was a driver.

It is also useful to improvise. He obviously does not think that relying solely on his cognitive actions in the memory of the time traveler can be considered safe.

Then he discovered that his caution was right.

"The images of Rhodes Island expressed by those players who claim to have played "Arknights" are actually different, which proves the existence of parallel worlds to a certain extent."

He stopped so that Mostema could read the discussion of those time travellers.

They are all about sharing the differences in each other's perceptions of Rhode Island, as well as arguments about the plot of the game.

The most intense thing was that a group of players who raved about the plot in Chapters 1 to 5 were confronted by a group of braggadocios, followed by the entry of the Center Party. I thought it was a dispute between the "porridge guards", but it turned out that the debate started with a request for evidence.

Gradually a reconciliation was reached.

Everyone realized that the "Arknights" they were playing seemed to be really different, even very different - the operator list in the memory screenshots of some time travelers included many hostile parties in the eyes of other players.

This is enough to explain the problem.

Of course, when discussing games, many time-travelers often use nicknames that the characters themselves may not understand.

Although he felt that Mostema's temperament wouldn't care too much about that, Omo still sifted through it temporarily, and waited for her to look at it for seven or eight seconds before she slightly retracted her head and took another step.

She seemed to rarely pay attention to the exchanges between those who traveled through time. After being silent for five or six seconds, she asked: "Then let's compare it? Linton, compare what I know about the existence of Mostima with what you know.

What a difference."

It was hard to tell whether it was seriousness or a joke on that lightly smiling face.

Omo, on the other hand, just shook his head: "No, I will observe and confirm myself."

So Mostima turned around and typed on her phone again, leaving Omo speechless for a while, especially when she took out a terminal and earphones.

The earphones hung on my ears, the terminal was activated and I started typing out of thin air again. I don’t know what I was doing this time.

This is the value of Penguin Logistics' solo messenger. He even has more communication tools than his colleagues, and he uses both a mobile phone and a terminal.

Omo didn't pay too much attention to her. He just turned to look at the magnificent building - the Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall, a permanent exhibition hall open all year round. As its name suggests, it displays various sculptures. Occasionally,

It is rented to hold comic exhibitions, game exhibitions, and parties held by luxurious people.

But these days, it is indeed fulfilling its duties as a museum of sculpture and impressions, serving as the industry of a symbolist.

As a local snake in the Jiemen District and the leader of the Saimao Family, the Symbol Family does have a strong presence both on the surface and in a foreign land, but this seems to be too much.

Disappeared on the 25th...the second day of the Takarazuka commemoration, and also the third day after the incident at Nayogel Company.

Omo thought as he walked, gradually approaching the steps in front of the venue.

The client of Sunday Serenity is obviously a symbol of speed. The old woman is resisting the participation of the racehorse girl in the experiment. It is not unreasonable to also resist the negative energy monster - this is the original idea.

And now?

Omo looked up at the majestic building, as if the octahedron of the 'Thunder Angel' in EVA was supported by huge pillars. It was so tall that it cast a shadow enough to cover all the tourists approaching the venue.

"You guys came so slowly."

It had only been a few minutes, but Miss Nian was already impatient with the wait.

Next to her, Lapland was holding a mobile phone and playing some action game without raising his head. He seemed to have no sense of crisis.

The mourner looked at him calmly and asked, "Can we take action?"

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

Now, don't think too much about it.
Chapter completed!