Chapter 29 Tell me why you are prettier than Mechagodzilla!

"Why are you so angry? It's as if you were punished by being sent to be an electronic ghost."

Returning to the hotel, Omer was speechless at this awkward old man.

Originally, he had to deal with the time-traveling case at the police station, but the caring adults in the station all said that he had already experienced such a "painful" thing and it was not suitable to talk about it anymore. It didn't matter if he came back to register tomorrow or the day after tomorrow——

——This is a lie. Homais is sure that they just want to reduce their burden, because there are so many men and women in the hall outside who are ready to give them more work.

However, the matter of being transported is indeed not the first priority at the moment, so Omo happily accepted the grace offered by them and took his adoptive father back to the hotel after a round of 'data consecration'.

"Unfilial son~" The cyber vampire ghost has mixed into the local data of Omo's terminal and started to play tricks in it.

Because it was so embarrassing, Omer even turned on the anti-peeping function so that the ghostly appearance and strange drag sounds would not be heard by others.

It wasn't until he returned to the hotel, locked the door, and turned on the soundproofing magic pattern that Omo seemed to be saying to himself: "I remember there was a game world where weapons were collected and featured."

"Seriously!" "?" "Ahem, I don't have a picture, do you have a name?"

"It's called "Armed Alchemy". People living and dead can go there. I heard it's quite bloody." Omo adjusted his memory. It was information he came across by chance a few years ago. He didn't tell Morrison because of this recommendation.

It's somewhat unlucky, but now there's no need to be so taboo, "You can check to see if it's still in operation."

"Bloody is good! Bloody!" Without blood, but still with a soul, Morrison, who still retains his love for blood in Tamashi, looked cheerful and immediately disappeared from the terminal screen, and then quickly reappeared.

Came back, "Still still! There are quite a lot of people online, 120,000!"

"Twenty-two thousand dollars is quite rare in games these days, and it's already going downhill," Omo said, speechless, realizing that his adoptive father really didn't know much about the immersive game environment, "But

This type of game also has strong AI support, which is no different from real people."

"I'm going to create an account first. Soul is really not used to surfing the Internet." Morrison said and fell silent.

Omo, on the other hand, put down his bag and took off his scarf and coat, then glanced at the terminal text that suddenly lit up again.

The reminder for the arrival of a huge amount of money in the account was marked as the insurance company. It seemed that Morrison's insurance money had arrived.

The soul is still there, so there shouldn't be any need to deal with the estate, but you still have to control this guy's krypton money.

Omo thought to himself.

In the past, Morrison was able to turn his high-salaried class into a moonlight clan with his collection of weapons. If he were to let go of the money for weapons in the game, it would be really cool. It would probably add to the news about mentally retarded people.

Column.

A centenary-year-old vampire is addicted to krypton gold and has nothing. The picture of crying and crying will probably have to be marked with a black line.

If you are too mentally retarded, your neighbors may even say, "You must not be like the uncle next door."

It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, just don't tell your teacher.jpg

At the moment, he was lying on the sofa, not bothering to turn on the scene simulation function that came with the hotel room to change his mood. But when he looked up, he saw that the ceiling of the hotel had turned into a vast blue sky, which made him startled for a moment, and then

Then Morrison's voice suddenly came:

"Tired? Don't know what to do?"

"No."

It's okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Omer stood up again, and as if he had unlimited energy, he reached for the satchel on the table, opened the zipper, and took out the small box.

The small box containing the case description chip.

"I think you don't need to look at that thing. I can tell you what I encountered." Morrison's profile picture appeared on the terminal screen again, with a hint of helplessness. "That thing is for you to die in the line of duty."

The family members of the personnel told me that a lot of people died there this time, so the same rhetoric must have been copied many times."

"But there is a video of your last action, right?" Omer opened the box, took out the chip the size of a fingernail, and carrying it, he approached the black machine that was out of place in the beach scene.

It is a high-end projection device that allows you to enjoy a clearer big screen, has a stable network connection, can watch TV, search for online videos, and can read chips.

Omer inserted the chip and read it, and first saw three documents projected in mid-air.

One is the case file, the other is the soul gathering report + death certificate, and then there is the video file labeled [Morrison Linton].

Omer first clicked on the case file, and the next second he saw Morrison's figure appear on the side of the screen, in a reduced-scale Q-version image.

"Do you have to deny your existence like this?" Omer was speechless.

"I have to come here to check the file. The front camera of your terminal is not pointed here," Morrison, the desktop pet on the screen, said plausibly. After saying this, he turned to read the dense text behind him, "I don't seem to be lying.

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Homais, who was also studying the words, asked: "If you lied, would you say something?"

"How is it possible? The confidentiality agreement is still in effect, and I don't know much about it."

Morrison sighed, and in a flash he turned into a swarm of bats from the left side and flew to the other side, with a few words stamped under his feet: "Look here."

Omo adapted very quickly. Watching his actions, Omo was speechless, but his eyes still fell on the words he stepped on:

【Tianmen riot】

Tianmen refers to the star gate that connects to other worlds. This is common knowledge in the city of Tianmen. Although Omo is an outsider, he has done his homework, so he can understand the development of "a problem in Tianmen attracts a group of visitors from other worlds".

This is indeed a very reasonable development, with many historical events as theoretical support.

But it needs to be specifically highlighted

"In this case, someone adjusted the power of Tianmen?" Omo asked, while slowly scrolling down the page.

There was no need to wait for Morrison to answer, Omer was directly confirmed in the following narration.

Tianmen's super-power operation caused a riot. Two hundred and thirty-six beings from other worlds parachuted into the North District of Tianmen City. One hundred and sixteen of them had soul penetration, and one fell into the research plant of Xingheng Heavy Industry in the North District, causing underground experiments

The field’s No. 5 alien product, Mechagodzilla, is automatically activated.

"Isn't it amazing that a soul can possess something like that?" Morrison, who noticed the direction of Omer's gaze, looked like it had nothing to do with him.

However, after Omer glanced at him, he said a series of more practical words: "It was originally created to eliminate other giant beasts and allow humans to regain the top of the ecosystem. For this purpose, it needs to be controlled by humans. The interior itself

It uses a neuron connection system, so it’s natural to be spiritually attached.”

"?You actually know so clearly?" Morrison was shocked.

"I think this is a basic operation for monster lovers." Omo didn't bother to look at him this time and continued to scroll down the page.

Some time-travelers took advantage of the secondary damage caused by Mechagodzilla to commit illegal crimes, while a small number of time-travelers honestly found the local authorities to understand the situation on the scene.

At this point in the record, not only the number but also the specific list of travelers has not been mentioned again.

Omer was not surprised by this blurring. He was still paying attention to the numbers 94, 14, and 68 that although they had no names, were given numbers.

No. 94 is Mechagodzilla, No. 68 is the murderer marked by Morrison, and No. 14 caused the second most damage to the city and was personally suppressed and imprisoned by a C-class ascendant.

C-level ascendants are already big bosses who can cause problems on the planet continent. Thousands of years ago, they would have been worshiped as gods.

Omo was naturally fascinated by this level of combat power, but what really attracted his attention was obviously the destruction of No. 4 and the on-the-spot killing of No. 68.

Two hundred and thirty-six alien beings, one hundred and forty-two criminals.

The latter was processed within four hours. Eighty-two were detained, 59 had to be killed due to the situation, and one had his body destroyed and his soul taken into custody, which is considered to be 0.5.

The rest of the alien beings are still being registered and resettled, and there are some soul-traveling disputes that require additional records. Omo is the simplest - he was attacked by an unknown soul, and the latter was mostly blocked by the firewall. Others

If you die in the chip-led spiritual attack, then you only need to do a soul review and register for possession of knowledge about other worlds.

If it's fast, it won't be used in a day. If it's slow, it's mainly due to the queuing process.

Omo scrolled the page to the end and looked at the final summary of the tables of persons in custody, persons to be registered, persons who died in the line of duty, etc.

Except for the normal names of those who died in the line of duty, the others are all numbers, and the dense arrangement is enough to make people resist.

"Even if you look at that thing, the content will not change."

Morrison does not have the patience to confirm one by one like Omer, and perhaps this is also the reason why his civilian skills are so poor.

Omer ignored his cold response. After looking at it for a while, he asked him: "Does the order of the numbers represent the confirmation time?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Morrison, who was already lying on his side fishing in the lower left corner of the page, was a little impatient.

"No. 14 was the first to be confirmed for causing damage to the city. No. 68 was locked up for participating in a vicious serial murder incident, and No. 94." Omo raised his hand and stamped on the form belonging to No. 94, looking up at the

My own Morrison, "Mechagodzilla caused the most damage to Sky Gate City, why is it number 94?"

"It didn't appear some time after the riot started, right? The city-wide announcement was only a few minutes behind its appearance!"

"Because no one thought at first that there was a time traveler hidden inside that big guy?"

"As a city at the forefront of studying and dealing with time travellers, Tianmen City doesn't even have detection instruments to detect souls and confirm the wavelength of souls?" Omo asked.

"That must be true. And can you calm down your expression? You look so scary."

"?" Omer was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and touched his face, "What was my expression just now?"

Morrison thought about how to describe it, and then said: "It looked like he wanted to punch me."

"It's too vague," Omer sighed, "I want to punch you many times."

"I can't pretend I didn't hear this."

"Forget about the looks. Let's take a look at your video files first."

"Why were my death certificate and soul gathering reports skipped? Weren't they worth seeing?"

"You're not as good-looking as Mechagodzilla."

"This is the second coldest thing I've heard today, second only to why I'm not dead yet."

"Armed Alchemy" is an old animation from 2006. In fact, it is not about collecting weapons, but about collecting "nuclear iron", an alchemical product that can be turned into a weapon. The weapons turned into by "nuclear iron" vary from person to person.

Therefore, in theory, you cannot collect all kinds of weapons. No matter how much 'nuclear iron' you take, you will only be able to create the weapon that is most suitable for you. If the weapon changes, it means that your entire mentality, including habits, etc., has changed.

However, this is the original work. The game mentioned here is an online game, so it has naturally been changed by some time-travel writers.

Thank you Ye Liuli for the tip.

It’s already the 23rd, so the date mentioned in this chapter about unblocking should be approaching.
Chapter completed!