Chapter 1047

NO. 170: Netizen Actually Beside Brother

Perhaps to follow local customs, the building where Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. is located is a traditional office building.

It hardly differs from other office buildings nearby; the only place showing any personality is the company logo.

Its exterior is so dull, yet it clearly cannot represent its interior.

Modern office buildings, by virtue of diverse spatial expansion technologies, often undergo special internal modifications, even illegal constructions—a tradition that makes some departments grit their teeth yet is surprisingly common.

As everyone knows, the strong adapt to their environment while the weak become stiff; as a leading force in the development of legitimate transmigrators, Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. naturally makes full use of local advantages.

Though the office space appears lacking in features, opening each door reveals a different world.

Yet among them, there also exists something unexpected.

For example, the staff lounge of this specific group is a small dormitory that is narrow no matter how you look at it.

Furthermore, the occupant's living habits are not very good either.

Miscellaneous items are strewn everywhere; on the small round table covered with a few pages of documents sit a still-warm electric hot plate and an air fryer, and the chili powder in the dipping dish at the table's edge has even spread onto the floor.

To anyone, it looks like an ordinary, shabby little room, yet its wall bears a long ink-wash splashed painting……

Thus, the instrument specially designed to detect space will give out rather astonishing data.

This proves that this tiny room has the highest spatial folding index in the entire building.

"I say, sis, aren't we hiding just fine? We won't be caught directly, will we?"

"Noisy, didn't I say I just want to stay here alone? You're not allowed to come in? Don't you have your own place? Get out, get out, get out!!"

"Oh, since you let me in, could you just lend a hand? ~"

The room is empty of people, yet two female voices converse in a subtle local accent; this scene, akin to a haunting, is also proof of this place's hidden depth.

"I heard that after Aomo arrived, big brother and sister have been taken away; if we too are taken away, that would be too much suffering."

"What does that have to do with me…"

Before that voice had finished, the sound of a lock being picked made the room fall silent.

"Huh? Nobody?"

The girl who entered had strange hair color and horns that shifted hue; she was first surprised, then disdainful.

"Ah, no cleanup again, and you even cooked here on a small stove……"

She said this while pulling up the wide legs of her high-waisted pants, walking with uneven steps and picking up things from the floor and the table.

After sorting everything into categories and putting them away, she then grabbed some tissues from the side to wipe the oil stains and chili powder off the tabletop, only then examining the air fryer.

"I made all this food, yet I still fry this stuff, stay up late and keep eating it—I could still get acne; seriously, Nian……"

"……"

The painting on the wall remained silent; even after the girl finished cleaning, tied up the trash bag, and turned to look at it, it made not a sound.

"Xi, Nian, you're not here?" she asked.

Meanwhile, the landscape in the static ink-wash painting remained as before, utterly tranquil.

Thus the girl merely sighed, picked up the two trash bags, and walked on.

"Then I'll first go check on the older brother and sister."

She said this, walked out the door, and didn't forget to close it, letting the soundproof pattern on the door—same as that used by a certain office—flash by.

"Haah……"

Thus the room again transmitted a sound—the sound of finally relaxing after holding one's breath too long, yet without easily letting down guard.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?!"

"Looks urgent; maybe there's a tail chase—let the bullets fly a bit."

"Get out!!"

Suddenly, ripples spread across the painting; Rhodes Island's number one idle employee, Nian, makes her entrance.

Although she seemed to have been kicked out, upon landing she still stabilized her posture with exquisite skill.

Just standing up, she still dissatisfiedly rubbed her buttocks.

"Since we're here, let's just get on with it."

"I'm not rushing you to leave; aren't you going to take my drawing tablet?"

"No misunderstanding—I just wanted to see where you live, if there's anything you shouldn't show."

"Get out, don't disturb my livestream—this could also be considered part of this circle……?"

"This isn't the translator's doing, is it? I never imagined……"

"……Yeah, after coming here, the contact…… has become quite interesting."

"Mm, this coffee…… is actually not bad……"

"Uh…" Nian stared wide-eyed at the painting transmitting several fragmented sentences of male speech.

"Xi, I didn't mishear, did I?"

"It's big brother……" the girl called Xi whispered, her words losing the local accent when she spoke formally.

"What? What's going on?!"

Nian still didn't know what her sister was up to, and couldn't figure out why Xi's side could transmit big brother's voice.

However, no answering voice came from that side—only a series of crisp striking sounds.

——

【Gongbi painting: @Erchuang Guyongbing, is your machine's audio not good?】

Audio reception…?

While typing, confirming the facts in the small window, and also chatting with Zhong Yue beside him, Aomo glanced at the row of message notifications above and then pulled up the settings page to check the system audio.

Indeed, even when he himself was not moving, the audio frequency's vibration still pulsed, which forced him to make a slight adjustment and briefly restart his own built-in AI-assisted voice changer.

Netizens chatting, netizens live‑streaming, even editing their images and voices—this is a common phenomenon of online communication today.

You wouldn't want people to know you're a central trainer, would you?

Although there's no rule forbidding trainers from participating in Umamusume fanworks, the concrete content of creation will of course bring some changes to the creator's image.

Moreover, normal creators usually have their own writing style.

More precisely, it's a refinement of creative habit.

Frequently used description methods, habitually written character images, even words used too often—all of this will build the creator's personal style.

Although this style can be disguised or changed, with contemporary big‑data screening and capture…

Whatever one has passed through leaves a trace.

In fact, he had already suggested, when first consulting with Shu Zi Lao Shi, to use online handles directly in the staff list for anonymous handling, so that after finishing creation he could disappear; even if some "true fans" recognized him later, processing through ailishuma would leave no further trace.

Shu Zi Lao Shi is still quite skilled at such online announcements and the like.

As long as he's not facing his own "push", he won't have his usual nervous, stammering demeanor.

But if he's recognized before the work is finished, that's another matter.

Perhaps it will delay the work's completion, or perhaps it will leave him endless hidden dangers.

So his so‑called writing livestream is merely the process of live‑typing.

Besides that, he also applied strong sound‑capture and voice‑altering processing to the terminal itself, but he didn't expect a small mistake right at the start.

"…What's wrong? Brother Lin Dun?"

Noticing that Aomo, who had been fully focused on the screen, suddenly turned his head to look at himself, the dragon‑horned youth with lightning‑shaped white streaks in his black hair also spoke up with concern.

Zhong Yue, who had exchanged quite a bit online but had never met the person in person, is Ling's older brother.

He is also a longevity enthusiast who is very enthusiastic about this netizen Aomo, regards him as a senior in coffee‑talk, and keeps a low posture.

"But my earlier view might have some problems?" He is now doubting.

As for coffee, perhaps there are differences between his hometown and here.

"No, just a bit sorry—I started a livestream earlier, about a minute, and your voice probably got recorded."

"Oh? That's actually fine."

"There still is—I had no trouble when I debugged earlier, but this abnormality is worth noting…" Aomo said, moving his finger slightly, he opened the muted Morison. EXE and checked that the terminal's background had no occupancy.

He then turned his head toward the large instrument ahead of the long queue.

Countless tiny currents surged and jumped on the metal surface, making the thing look neither safe nor peaceful.

"Is that the game device?" he asked Ling standing beside him.

"Exactly!"

The latter had still been chatting with Si Ka Di beside him about something that seemed quite serious, his expression quite focused, but upon hearing Aomo's inquiry he immediately turned his head, instinctively wanting to lift his gourd, only to meet Zhong Yue's gaze.

He then sheepishly put it down.

"Those are the game machines of Laiyin Shengming—people say they haven't even been named yet because they couldn't be fully unified."