Chapter 273 NO.36: Rush to the atrium on Sunday

After dinner, in the evening, Homais prepared to go out.

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

When she concentrated, it was as if she was in a state of flow, indifferent to everything in the outside world. But when she came back to her senses, her concern for everything around her seemed to rebound, which was particularly strong.

The specific manifestation is that he is quite sensitive to the changes in his surroundings, and is a subtle state that keeps asking: 'Where is the teahouse? Where is the bourbon? Where is the guinea pig? Where is the guinea pig?'

But compared to this state of loneliness and anxiety, when Omer came to greet her, she was obviously in another state with Shinjo——

"Ah? What is this? Record keeping? Save it, ah? What is this?..."

"Hey, hehe! It's a little snake... Come, come and see my... new masterpiece! Tako-chan's plan doesn't work at all, you still have to look at... Hehe, I am a great god!"

It was quite normal during the meal, but within half an hour of being put back in the laboratory, he looked stupid and drunk. Omer still notified Bourbon and the coffee shop to come down and let them carry it away.

This state is too difficult even if you want to resist the transfer.

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

"Have you really been shaken?"

"Truth."

"It's probably some kind of extremely fast fermentation gas." Handing the screen back to her, Omo scribbled words on the light screen, "The gas masks that can penetrate Tachyon and Shinjou are also special. Let them lie down first.

It’s a home therapy device.”

The Sunday tranquility aside is left there OMO.

To this, Omer had only two words to answer:

"Well, I would also wonder if if I insist on contacting you, rather than wasting the other person's dissuasion, I would be trampling on the other person's feelings."

Not to mention that there were no passengers in his car, so there was no need to be scrupulous about some of the more dangerous driving techniques.

"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 much interaction with the person being observed."

It seemed that there was some big problem in the works involving Ultraman Orb that made him feel that he couldn't just keep it all to himself.

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

Although he didn't start to regret it, this kind of performance really made Omer feel a little uneasy, thinking about how big of a problem Orb's work was to reach this point.

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

"It's time to leave, right? This kind of thing could happen before leaving. That guy is still as troublesome as ever, but now he's in trouble."

The standard for normal operation is that it can be treated and processed, which does not take long.

Those two people began to show symptoms of "early disease".

"I don't think that symbolism of Rudolph is that common," Omer said.

The recording time of half an hour was not long. Omer soon saw Akane Shinjo dissecting the tissue of Nasilizan, while Tachyon was pouring medicine into the cut tissue - and then suddenly a mass of obvious colored liquid burst out.

gas.

At this moment, Omer had just crossed the boundary between foreign land and surface, when he suddenly heard the quiet voice of Sunday: "Why are you still not going to stop?"

"Why do you hold back? I remember when Miss Rudolf came, you told me that the information was delivered to my door."

Under the dim sky, there are street lights that are gradually turning on.

"Didn't you also say that Rudolf's tone, title, and her position and sincerity were lies?" A dull question came from the light screen again, duller than Omer's motorcycle helmet.

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After much persuasion and anger, Sunday Serenity was still willing to join as an ally as long as it was confirmed that Omer wanted to investigate the Symbol family.

"Did the jar break?"

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

Several hours have passed and now, her mood has long been calmed by the teahouse, but she will show her initial criticism when facing Omer, as if she wants to take away Omer's mother.

"Or more accurately, like a minor."

These have nothing to do with self-employed people. Anyway, if there is work, they have to work, and if there is no work, they have to run for safety - although there is no clear evidence yet to prove that the symbol of Yuechi will really threaten his safety.

"You didn't think you were a worse person before? You wantonly crossed the high wall that others built for secrets."

Omo said calmly.

"Trampling on the minds of minors will make me feel like a worse person."

No...has it reached the point of washing your eyes?

Without waiting for the other party's response, he added, "It's just that lately, it probably can't help but get worse and worse."

Although the horse race girl has a terrifying physical and strength advantage, her weight is not much different from that of ordinary human women.

But this kind of anxiety wouldn't last for half an hour.

"Ha!" An unsurprising sneer came from the light screen.

But anyway, idle time is idle. Shinjo is obsessed with new research and will not let him play games. Bi Ze is still busy. Half an hour ago, he sent a private message asking him if he wanted a friendly edited version.

"I want to see what kind of place it is for a symbolist who can make the emperor act like a minor when he sincerely discourages others from getting involved."

But it doesn't prevent him from speaking.

This is also their main disadvantage.

Did you still decide to speak after being silent until now... Omer glanced at the light screen, thinking that this silent confrontation would last until the destination.

The black-haired horse lady sneered, stuffing the portable screen into her pocket that shouldn't be able to hold such a thing.

"I've seen that guy Suzi encounter this kind of thing more than seven times, and the kid from the teahouse is also very familiar with it."

"Well, let's go."

The mercenary office's standing emergency treatment device had not yet been used by the mercenary who was easily injured and lost his job. Instead, it was used by two researchers first, which also left him speechless.

Then Bize's response seemed to be very pitiful, and said that since this was the case, he would try to package the subsequent games as well to wash his eyes.

People who take a vacation always don't care what day it is today, but people who don't take a vacation will be desperate for the upcoming Monday.

The lanes can be crowded during rush hour, but this is also a reflection of the advantages of motorcycles.

This was naturally expected by Omer, which is why he made that "Sunday Night" speech.

"What doesn't make sense? Look at the surveillance for yourself." Sunday Jingjing obviously didn't intend to waste time on this kind of thing, so he directly threw out a portable screen for him.

Omer steadily followed the screen and drew the progress bar.

Yes, there are no passengers.

"It's really annoying."

Homais was apparently indifferent, in both senses of the word.

——

"It would be better to say that no one has ever seen him? An emperor who would respectfully address the trainer as 'you' is not an emperor at all, but more like a student."

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 period.

The brightness and destruction are uncertain.

So he just stood at the entrance of the basement overlooking the basement and whispered: "It doesn't make sense..."

He said something wrong and turned his head.

And it’s worth mentioning that today is indeed Sunday.

As he spoke, he saw a message from the teahouse confirming that the treatment device was functioning normally, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Omer hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he should accept them all. After all, he did not accept those things just for pure viewing, but more for the purpose of obtaining information.

At that moment, the helmet's lenses reflected the light screen, reflecting a pale light in the darkness.

"Extremely curious!"

Thanks to Voyager's Diary

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