Chapter 1272

NO．176：Gui She, how are you?

"EmeriumSlash——!!!"

As the sound that could be recognized by the translator and translated into Emerium Slash rang out, a slender emerald-colored light beam shot from the forehead-mounted light, precisely piercing the classic monster resembling a mechanical double-tailed beast—Chao Yun Mu Yu monster. The crystal at the tail of Gang Ge Li.

The sudden explosion from above covered everything, the massive impact enough to trigger the buildings' built-in anti-seismic and anti-impact barriers, bringing distant onlookers a peculiar stress-relieving sensation as layers of differently colored barriers unfolded one after another.

For the owners of these buildings, the sudden additional expense of powering the barrier generators was undoubtedly a misfortune, but what does that have to do with Aomo?

He was sitting on the rooftop of a building one li away, holding in his hand a foldable telescope that could get him selected for the caterpillar emoji pack.

On the light screen beside him, three portraits were simultaneously displayed, constituting a kind of manual meeting in some sense; they were respectively Xiao Xi, He, and, across the inter-regional network, Hol Haiya, whose connection would occasionally jump red with delay.

Aomo felt she should at least turn on an accelerator, but considering the fact that she was in an extreme faction zone, the cost of a cross-dimensional accelerator was indeed unnecessary just for a chat.

To be honest, it's just a matter of typing a few words—there's really no need to have a synchronized video call like everyone else, but perhaps this is just a sense of ritual.

Or perhaps it's a simulation of participation?

In any case, Hol Haiya initiated the video call, and Aomo had no choice but to proceed with splicing and joining under Jie Si Ti Si's network surveillance.

At the same time, the witch beast was performing node synchronization optimization in the background; although this still couldn't save Miss Feather Snake's network condition, at least it could avoid problems like swallowing words and noise.

The demon himself had considerable expertise in this, this research stemming from the terrible home network of his childhood; little Aomo could almost be said to have exerted himself fully in dealing with various cyber folk remedies online.

Leaving aside that sad experience, Aomo now, in a relatively stable mindset, was observing the few barrier patterns covering the scorched ground after the explosion.

He lamented how modern people's expression of individuality touches on several degrees of pathology.

Giving color to what was originally a semi-transparent barrier can still be said to facilitate identification and convenience for the protected, but compared to five-colored light walls, light barriers, various cartoon patterns, Hong Ying logos, Gu Yan seal script, or even barriers plainly marked with slogans, it's somewhat excessive.

Those barrier designers who provide customization for barriers also don't know what mood they're in.

But the girls on the screen in front of him didn't share his spring-sorrowing, autumn-grieving focus; He, watching the news live synchronously through the agency's living room TV, opened her mouth and asked: "Gui She, did it just fall?"

As a practitioner of the suffering stratagem, Gui She is inconvenient to maintain direct communication with Aomo; in many confidential stages of message transmission, it is He, who has a somewhat familiar relationship with Gui She, who takes responsibility.

But obviously, at the moment when the monster under his control just exploded, Gui She probably had no time to answer her communication.

For this, both He and Aomo are quite tolerant.

After all, even if one forgets how this person suffered each time they were caught in battle fallout when not returning to Taiwan, one can still, in these twenty-three failures now, feel the mysterious luck of him being swept away by the aftermath nineteen times.

It's practically just like the two thousand guys from the Gundam set next door—although they often get taken away by explosions, impacts, and underground pipe explosions, they also frequently end up with only minor injuries avoiding serious harm, and even evaded police pursuit.

This somewhat counts as a kind of luck, and it also lets him often be in a state of being out of contact after a fight in He's place.

At the same time, it forces Aomo to get used to police showing up at his door.

Although Gui She had already been identified and placed on the police wanted list with a pitiful bounty of four thousand during his fourth disguise attack, Aomo still didn't remove his employee status.

Based on this, Aomo, who had made a move in the first sixteen instances, has his own set of fabricated excuses—"I must personally capture him for questioning"—to fend off media and police skepticism, but obviously, as long as Gui She hasn't been brought to justice, neither media nor police will stop watching him.

He is constantly in a state of suspicion that Aomo is still shielding Gui She, providing him with fugitive assistance.

This suspicion is not without basis, after all, there really are He, Chen, and Shi Jia assisting Gui She—both out of personal will and as a result of Aomo's support.

Moreover, in addition to this, plainclothes special agents from the Jiemen Qu Teqiju also provided certain assistance.

This was not the bureau chief's unilateral action, but rather, since the initial investigation into that doujin exhibition attack came to nothing and was indeed related to Lu Zhas, Aomo also informed the bureau chief about this arrangement concerning the suffering stratagem.

Although the original intention was hoping she could somewhat restrain the actions of the uninformed local police bureau and police department, unexpectedly, she specially assigned several agents to provide professional guidance on "how to perfectly support fugitives without exposure."

Somewhat absurd, yet carrying a hint of reason, it made Aomo give up complaining and agree to her polite offer of treating him to a meal when free.

Bi Qi Te Si is always this much of a friend, but the current topic is still another friend.

"Still going smoothly?"

Across a distance of 5.7 kilometers, Thus: Lipiya's telepathic signal can be said to be outstanding, genuinely saving Aomo a window.

"This question should be me asking you, right? This side is still in the stage of slow work producing fine results—do you like this phrase?"

"I can't say I like or dislike it; here too, Gechengwangpai has already surpassed the comprehensive average value mentioned in the materials for university horse girls, but I think what she's pursuing should be the value of Emperor Rudolf from that year."

"Or perhaps Qianming represents the current value," Aomo replied, "she's looking at the present, Thus: Lipiya."

"Is that so?"

"Exactly so—just focus on continuing to train her, don't let her and Ai Si have spare time to pay attention to outside movements, including the Japan Cup in a few days."

"Okay."

The voice on that end ended crisply, and Aomo then put down the telescope, continuing from He's earlier surprised remark: "Yes, regarding this point, it leads to one good news and one bad news."

"What's the good news?" Xi asked.

"Gang Ge Li's downfall is not fake; the media's drone count has also increased by thirteen compared to before; Gui She's bounty might even hope to break four digits; we should be closer to our goal."

"How many big meals could he exchange for then……" He murmured.

"Perhaps less than you imagine," as a good boss, Aomo had to cut off the budding of colleagues' mutual undermining, and helplessly asked, "Anyone curious about the bad news?"

Having said there's both good and bad news, how could no one ask for the full picture?

Fortunately, Miss Hol Haiya is rather considerate.

"Then, what is the bad news?"

"The bad news is that Sai Luo now doesn't even need to switch forms—just a single beam from the brow center can knock him out; Xiao Xi can no longer keep fondling old monster models and stealing glue."

"What does 'stealing glue' mean! Don't falsely accuse people of being Bandai and Hasbro!"

"Can we say you're Toho?" Aomo said helplessly, "Is Gang Ge Li so fragile because Gui She's monster control ability has weakened?"

To be frank, even if He had weakened, it wouldn't be Gui She's turn.

The monster controller's ability stems from an urgent longing for freedom, and is also an external manifestation of beast-like mentality; but just as Ma Shi once gradually lost ability due to no longer seeking freedom, now He has been fed to the point of ever-increasing satisfaction with the status quo.

On the contrary, Shi Jia, Chen, and Gui She, when Aomo doesn't summon them, are still out strolling around.

Occasionally going to the local mercenary station to take on small tasks that will be synchronously registered at the agency this side, earning living expenses, truly modern employed drifters.

It is also actually a process of continuously understanding this world in one's own way.

Aomo also supports this; as for He…… ability decline is just talk for now, currently there's no sign of this, and this point does have a case—Mazhong Peng from the Dianji Wang world, who has had a girlfriend for so long, his monster control ability hasn't weakened either; it can't be that he's already prematurely entered the seven-year itch.

One can only say people are indeed different; Aomo doesn't worry about He's future either, after all, the goddesses of the computer world are all cohabiting with her, plus there's Alexis that guy serving as a rear external plug; if real problems arise, they can also come up with some ghost ideas.

So he also didn't interfere with how everyone under him lived their lives.

As for Badger, he seems to be getting closer and closer to Xiaoxi and Chelenina lately, often going out together on weekends to shop and explore stores, a little girls' circle — guys don't need to pay attention to that.

Compared to the relationships between your girlfriend and roommate, you should first deal with your girlfriend properly, just like Miss Xin Tiao now, who looks like she's really about to kick up a fuss.

"But how am I supposed to pour my heart and soul into models that are destined to be destroyed?"

"Can't you pour some of the emotions and images you think are destined to be destroyed into it?"

"Huh?"

"What we want is a monster with strong enough defense that can last long enough, not one that best fits the monster label, let alone one with the most monster-like temperament, Miss Xiaoxi."

Even when Gui She was beaten for the seventh time, Aomo already felt her monster model-making mindset had gone astray, but at that time Miss Xiaoxi's passive slacking behavior wasn't obvious yet, and her glue-stealing behavior wasn't serious either.

But now, the person who used to scold manufacturers all day for stealing glue has ultimately become an evil dragon.

"I know you regard even the emotions you hate most as treasures during monster-making, so in that case, regardless of that extreme hatred and affection, think about how the image and emotion you feel should disappear the most?"

"Mmm… seems like I can try that." Xiaoxi appeared thoughtful, and her gaze shifted to the right.

Although from Aomo's perspective, her right side was Miss Hol Haiya's window, this guess clearly doesn't apply.

"Then go ahead and get to work after turning back — I'm really looking forward to seeing what you'll come up with."

"Moo~~ Don't treat me as an observation subject!"

"But I often feel Miss Xiaoxi has some unsolvable worries on her mind, and when I ask her, she doesn't say anything. Miss Xin Tiao, what do you think I should do?"

"Miss Xin Tiao feels Little Snake should tell Mr. Aomo, so he can quietly keep his mind in check — girls have their own battles, they don't need guys to interfere!"

"Oh," Aomo clasped his hands together, gave a helpless smile, "then I'll just relay that to him like this."