Chapter 1244: NO.148: Shouldn't people of the same kind be at ease?

NO. 148: Shouldn't people of the same kind be at ease?

The embers that should have been gradually dying out were given new fuel.

That fuel is hardly different from before, causing it to burst forth so similarly, as if the flame had never changed.

Regardless of how the instigator feels about this rebirth‑like change, Huorehaiya obviously enjoys this situation as delicate as walking on thin ice.

It's already an hour later.

The demon realm area has already fallen into night; Aachen, which is being chased by its time zone, nevertheless enjoys a more genuine starry sky than it does.

The better the environmental protection, the brighter the night‑sky stars, yet the night‑time criminals don't care about the stars' gaze.

As long as Hei'an is deep enough, even light will unintentionally become an accomplice to crime.

But artificial light is different.

When a faint green spiral pattern lights up in the building shadows where even starlight cannot reach, the messenger of justice arrives. jpg

Thunder howls, wild winds wail; perhaps no one has steeled themselves, but someone indeed screams in the dead of night, giving the next day's citizens material to repeatedly savor.

Like a giant snake as tall as a building, like some evil energy glow that obscures the starry sky, like a blood‑curdling scream as if from hell, and like a demon‑realm big shot fighting in the mortal realm, with pictures and truth, etc…

Early in the morning, after seeing photos of building destruction at the western city district's border, any rumor can spread astonishingly fast over the developed network.

Among them, the first to hit the hot search is actually someone who takes the snake as a totem, who had faded from view thousands of years ago, but because they've been written into too many textbooks and reference books, they never lack talk‑worthiness as a demon king.

Mr. Satan, may I ask what you're feeling now?

Considering how many years this figure has often been sent to the hot search, even with real‑world cases tangled in the hot‑search content, this ancient demon king who rarely appears publicly, with only various true‑or‑false sightings and eyewitness reports, seems hardly to have slept soundly, and is largely indifferent.

But Aomo Lindun does care.

After all, he woke up to see Huorehaiya's long string of unread messages and undelivered files, and the drunken haze left in his dream vanished at once.

Turning back, he hears the girls chatting about current news during the breakfast segment, while also enduring a round of doubtful glances, and then there's the concern from his colleagues in the military committee in the work group's @ mentions and private chats……

All that can be said is that Miss Huorehaiya's move is, for outsiders, basically a clever trick, especially since she obtained the Feathered Serpent card less than a day ago; even acquaintances she has contacted locally can at most only make an association.

It stops at mere association, because it's hard to believe she has that ability.

But for the girls under Aomo, and also for Aomo's temporary colleagues—the former have heard it orally, the latter have seen it with their own eyes.

Even with only vague reports and various rumors, they likewise unhesitatingly locked onto the target.

Perhaps I should specially try this…… Aomo thought.

Try to overturn the stereotype of 'meddling wherever one goes'.

But the stereotype involved in this matter is not only his.

Rather, for the workers of Rhodes Island, Huorehaiya's reputation is far deeper than his; the consistent conduct of that crazy Feathered Serpent is exactly what they firmly believe in.

This makes the Feathered Serpent that has long studied history, upon hearing it……

"Oh, isn't that great? History is just such a meaningful database; all our information is rooted in past events." She said, holding up her sandwich with both hands.

On the bad side, reputation can almost be said to be the end of this road, a demonstration of negative cases—such Miss Huorehaiya, her dining etiquette is not lacking at all; eating a sandwich doesn't drop much, and even her elegant, not‑so‑messy way of eating has a hint of noble‑ladylike grace.

Perhaps the aloof strength imprinted in the Feathered Serpent's clan rules also includes elegance and composure…… Aomo thought, and replied irritably: "Is it possible that information also has a requirement to be constantly updated?"

Considering the Feathered Serpent clan's history, she is indeed the eldest daughter of an ancient family, merely with a slightly mad temperament and a slightly mad way of handling things; compared to the usual meaning of a family's eldest daughter, she is more like the eldest daughter of some Dongyan webnovel family.

That kind of protagonist.

What a fallen family, what a twisted inheritance, what a heavy responsibility…… In short, first max out the dark, deep, broken elements for the opening, then start killing, killing, killing, killing, killing……

"Huh? My information isn't new?" Huorehaiya asked while gazing into the distance at the ruins, eating with relish.

So‑called criminal personnel coming to observe the crime scene are basically like this.

It is now nine a. m., a time when the jet lag is becoming ever more ideal, yet it is also a Sunday that makes people start to feel urgent again.

Miss Suzi once sighed about having to readjust her jet lag when returning tomorrow, then she began openly claiming to develop a new medicine to flip‑train the trainer, seizing lazy‑sleep time.

Regarding this dangerous yet somewhat unambitious remark, the team is already used to it; Miss Qian and Miss Texas even once simultaneously kept silent and made a face, as if recalling a certain attempt to give the male side a juvenile potion to weaken combat power, only to be overloaded by the little driver.

As for the trainer who glows every few days, he obviously didn't make that association; he just gave her a cheerful pat on the head, urging her to hurry to the research institute she had connected with.

It's not hard to see that, regarding the defense of that pure land above her head, today is also Miss Suzi's defeat.

Miss Suzi, who resists head‑patting and even head‑slapping, has been counting consecutive defeats since more than a month ago, and now only has symbolic resistance left.

Habit is indeed a frightening thing, but the teammate who has always liked being patted on the head by the trainer does not have this feeling.

As a firm practitioner of the theory that 'the trainer can become the man who is my father,' Miss Bourbon from Mihara has always claimed to be able to recall childhood feelings from the trainer's head‑pat.

For her, this segment has always been reward time, which is why she especially fails to understand Miss Suzi's resistance.

If it were her, she would rather monopolize the trainer's head‑pat, but unfortunately there is a strong competitor in the team, the Chazuo team member.

In response, the evaluation of the newly joined classmate Aimu Zhiji is:

Divine gold. jpg

Not to mention the strange daily rivalry of her subordinate horse‑girls; although Chazuo is absent now, she often greets holiday experiences, and even deep into night or near morning, Aomo can even in his dreams remember her and Ling's wind‑and‑rain‑proof perseverance, never missing a period.

Quite a bit of his persistence in commuting.

So, there's really no need to put on a front of never having chatted in the private chat window, right?

Although somewhat puzzled, Aomo, who still went along with the topic and replied, also glanced at the street photo sent from Qian's side, replied with a like‑emoji pack and brief praise, then immediately switched back to the news webpage of that reported case.

He was still reading the electronic newspaper.

"Newly obtained, it's surprising, but the reputation is obviously another matter."

Looking at the casualty numbers on the electronic newspaper, even if they are all unclean‑handed criminals, Aomo's gaze toward Huorehaiya is also unusually speechless.

"... You might be quite valuable." In the brief eye contact, he forced out these words.

"Of course," Huorehaiya seemed rather pleased, "How about it? Does the Rainbow Serpent deity want to make an offering?"

"It's a pity, I'm talking about your bounty," Aomo pointed to the huge outline in the wanted poster at the lower‑left of the screen, "but should I praise your preparations as adequate? Even with the temporal officials intervening, you merely exposed your monster form."

"I've also been in your world for not a short time; this level of preparation needs no praise."

"Just pretend you don't understand," Aomo, who has repeatedly been brushed off by playing dumb, turned his head again toward the distant cordon, "but are you sure the Tactical Response Bureau isn't watching you now?"

"I'm quite sure those guys last night didn't realize what I was really looking for, and they took me as someone coming to take revenge on that organization; the opportunity then was really good," so good that she couldn't help but sigh, "If I weren't thinking that you would surely be cautious, I wouldn't have acted so straightforwardly."

"Yesterday I could have just taken that airship whole!"

"This look, compared to crazy, is a bit silly; Aomo treated it as collecting a new expression difference from the people around him, giving a bland comment, then added lightly: 'Really, thanks for your consideration; if we just go along and reinforce this illusion, this matter could actually be much easier.'"

"They didn't seem to have considered that a monster-card holder would attack." After finally finishing the breakfast Aomo hastily bought, he then pulled out a bottle of oral-use Hoorayya from the box that looked like a lunchbox beside him, took a sip, perhaps the medicine tastes bad.

"They clearly attacked you, didn't they think about revenge?"

"I'm not the main target of the attack," Aomo corrected, "Wasn't the information you sent organized?"

"Even if not the main target, one shouldn't be so unprepared; that's just unprofessional."

"Don't underestimate, also don't overestimate; the bigger the organization, the more dead weight. Alright, since you've finished eating too, let's act—quickly secure the evidence, later we still have to go work at the Military Committee."

"This early?"

"Tomorrow is Monday; students, to enjoy the last of their vacation, have higher demands on those around them."

"In fact, office workers are the same; it's just due to the Texan personality and work atmosphere, making this less urgent."

"Little Red and Little Suzi really aren't worry‑free," the woman said, shaking her head and swaying, even her long tail swaying in sync.

"Perhaps you also aren't qualified to say that."

"Aomo glanced sideways, looking at Hoorayya, who was pointing and commenting with an air of not wanting to cause him trouble."

"As the other party's speech became more and more unrestrained, casting off their original cautious demeanor, he naturally wouldn't be polite either."

"After all, etiquette for people like them is merely an extra burden, useful only when they're being sarcastic."