Chapter 1187

NO. 91: What are we actually discussing when we talk about the Aliens?

【Wisdom's hilt, activate unified surveillance】

【Courage's cauldron, open all permissions】

【Compassion's light, full-function items covered】

【Three Goddesses' permissions granted, digital god domain construction completed, please activate your pursuit】

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Everyone who knows him knows that Aomo's silver bracelet, which is constantly worn on his right wrist and has a unique style, is the manifestation of a weapon system.

Its essence is an iron coffin, and moreover it is an iron coffin like a Russian nesting doll.

It contains the weapon material of multiple interlocking transforming weapon systems, and besides that it is a storage tool with considerable free space, allowing Aomo Lindun to still have the right to free his hands after strolling through discount supermarkets after work each day.

This is important, brother.

Compared to the actually infrequent number of times he gets hands‑on, using it in Aomo's hands to store various ingredients and daily necessities is the iron coffin's everyday routine.

Its indispensability is precisely as a storage tool.

Of course, exceptions occasionally occur, such as in Rhine Life's game, where it is used to hold Lapland and such, which amounts to a return to the coffin's original nature.

And today, it has acquired a new category of 'passenger'.

One after another, precision instruments that need gentle handling were stuffed into it by Aomo, momentarily making it a cargo box nobler than the trucks of high-end moving companies.

Like a veteran player of the biohazard series with perfect spatial allocation technique, it further hopes to be elevated into some kind of artwork, but for now it still needs to overcome a small doubt.

"What zero‑purchase, please allow me to veto this accusation; I am indeed protecting the crime scene."

"Really? No matter how I look, I think you're breaking the law, and Maruzen Senior is too, right?"

"Um… I think Aomo Junior's actions definitely have his reasons, although they seem somewhat suspicious."

"... Thanks for understanding..." Although I wanted to retort this title, regardless of age or experience Aomo is indeed the junior, and for a moment I couldn't find a reason not to be formal or informal, so I could only respond to Maruzen Sik's patronage with neither humility nor arrogance.

"No need to thank me, but has Aomo Junior's demonified form changed? His voice also seems a bit nicer, huh?"

"Indeed it has changed, but the voice is probably just an illusion."

His voice remains magnetic and hoarse, and with its built‑in two‑part reverb‑like deep resonance, saying it's majestic is no problem, but saying it's pleasant can only be attributed to some filter.

Only a certain horse girl with relatively advanced XP could rely on this to break free from the previous brief panic and confusion, and then, under her usual stubborn twelve‑percent restraint, regain the former silence and steadiness.

"Want to help?" She looked at the demon lifting and supporting the iron coffin, estimating that those things should weigh at least eight or nine tons.

"Thanks, but no need," the demon calmly said, "Not moving them is the best help; this is the most important thing right now."

Yet such words are still somewhat thin for the director‑secretary who lacks voice control and whose aesthetic isn't that extremely avant‑garde.

What are you saying, Lindun trainer?

Although there had been calls of 'Aomo trainer,' in more formal settings JunChuan JiangSheng, who still kept a general distance, faced Aomo Lindun, who even after moving and organizing everything still maintained a demonic posture, as if trying to save effort on expression management, and boldly issued a common-sense reproach: "If you want to protect the scene, shouldn't you leave them as they are?"

"Only a typical crime scene would be like that," the demon said calmly, "and you should also be able to see that this case is anything but ordinary."

"The darkness under the lights within the Three Goddesses' field of view is as direct a provocation as possible, especially since this illegal base is even set up beneath a school building where incidents once occurred."

"Normally, when encountering such a situation, my recommendation would be to call the police, but this time, perhaps resolving it privately would be more beneficial to the reputation of the Three Goddesses and the Tressen law enforcers."

So what does that have to do with you putting them away?

Feeling that the crime scene should definitely be kept as is whether public or not, JunChuan JiangSheng said, and then saw the demon's fingertip poke the coffin's surface.

No sparks flew, but a subtle ripple spread out, indicating some degree of protection.

The iron coffin equipped with an internal weapon transformation linkage system—the most common type of magitech armament—inherently possesses anti-electronic-interference alchemy formulas and technological systems that complement each other, so as to avoid being a weapon that achieves nothing amidst chaotic energy and magnetic fields.

Miss JunChuan, they are devices.

Or more precisely, they are precision electronic instruments; the information they contain is often not on the surface but inside.

Ah, I see... sorry, I really didn't think it through.

"No need to apologize; on the contrary, I should thank you for your perceptiveness." The demon said, and the white eye sockets of the drifting black flame glanced over at Jie De, who was listening to this conversation nearby and had turned his head to look at Sai Luo.

The latter had just been slapped in the face and pushed back by the former, then stood firm again.

The two Ultramen of equal height stood there, observant in all directions and listening from all sides, as if always ready to respond to the darkness's intrusion, but in the present calm, aside from listening to news from Aomo here, they were just watching Gechengwangpai perform a solo act over there.

"Alien, you're doing all this just to find me, right?"

"Ace, there's no need to ask about that, right?"

We must clarify it in order to solve the problem.

Ace——! I won't let you off——!

Ah, I know, Alien, but why are you the only one here?

... That question of yours is a bit low, Ace.

... I don't mean that, because the Alien's grudge cannot be sustained by just one person...

Besides the Alien's passionate shouting, everything above was spoken by Gechengwangpai, which to outsiders looks obviously like a very special scene.

Ace——! Ace——! I'm going to kill you!!

You see, you've just provoked him.

Um...

"... A thing like a sedative for the soul, should we use it?" Chazuo asked from the side.

"Won't it hurt him? He doesn't look normal." Gechengwangpai expressed some concern.

"The Alien's spirit is very tenacious, so it's fine." Ace, however, had a different view.

But I heard Aomo say that this species could even be assimilated by Sphea...

Precisely because it's merely tenacious, being assimilated is also normal.

Um...? Is that really the case?

"......" Looking quietly at that senior, Chazuo recalled the time when he first got into spirit summoning.

At that time, the teacher often brought some 'possessed' sample volunteers, and when volunteers were lacking, he would also play holographic projections for everyone to observe as auxiliary teaching.

But thinking that way would be too rude to the senior, so she merely nodded and said okay, while the magical array she was maintaining spun in her hand.

After ensuring that the resentful spirit had calmed down somewhat, this horse girl shifted her attention to the trainer in the distance.

By now the distance wasn't great either, for he was pulling that iron coffin closer to the operating table with steady arms.

"Any findings?"

He gently set the iron coffin aside and asked the Suzi who was swiping the screen.

Ji'erbalisi's system search is certainly convenient and quick, clear at a glance, but it relies heavily on the keyword selection algorithm.

Even with advanced tools, they still test the user's quality; when the parties involved lack sufficient breadth and depth of thought, its effectiveness falls short of manual review.

"But—"

"You've already moved the hardware more or less and still come asking me for findings?" Suzi rolled her eyes at the trainer who seemed to be mocking her, and his thick skin made him a worthy opponent.

"Isn't this the biggest framework I left for you? Moving those instruments away doesn't interfere with the hard‑disk records still preserved on the operating table, so how did it go? Nothing at all?"

"Not completely none..." Suzi delicately pulled down a few function records of software that had stalled, "Look here, the curves of these software are all trending downward, and this corresponding part accelerates the brainwave band."

"More aggressive dreams?"

"Yes, right after that is this paused log plan; starting from here, it weakens sympathetic‑nerve stimulation. I recently read a book on mental interference, and it contains a clause that can be adapted with a similar theory."

"By restricting the sympathetic nerve to impede the body's control over tension, thereby lowering bodily performance and causing long‑term internal drain?"

"Yeah, you've seen it too, Tunshu Jun."

"The Nerve Will Speak"

"No way, wait a minute—you wouldn't have gone through my bookshelf, would you?"

"Wrong—you left the book on my sofa."

"You two are getting further and further off topic…" The spectator Aizhi glanced at the silent Bopan, then finally decided to speak, "Um… what does the sympathetic nerve control… bodily weakening?"

"More or less."

As for the intruder who barged in to interrupt the topic, even if an ally, Suzi was annoyed and turned back to resume file preservation.

"Put simply, someone wants to weaken the physical fitness of the entire school's students."

"During that period, mental state would likely deteriorate as well, since body and mind are always closely linked." Aomo added, lost in thought.

"I see, now I actually want to step back—indeed I should ask the goddesses."

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