Chapter 1332: NO．236：Gui She senses the aura of super trouble

NO．236：Gui She senses the aura of super trouble.

Holding a pinch of bangs between his pressed fingers, the blade that had just sliced through couldn't stop the new growth; the boy's eyes showed no disturbance, he simply let go, scattering the hair clippings from between his fingers, then immediately turned on the faucet before him.

In front of the small park, clearly unpopular and presently empty, where water pipes were draped in green moss and valve caps speckled with rust, Xiao Aomo shook water from his hands, fixing his gaze on the half‑inch space above.

There, a small strand of bangs cut short to the forehead was visibly descending at high speed, forming a thin curtain.

"You really don't like long hair, do you?" the little goat on his head said, for this was already the tenth attempt it had witnessed.

Over two days, aside from the initial three experimental trims, the eight that followed were each spaced by a considerable interval, with uneven timing and no regular pattern.

In its view, this obviously could not constitute an experiment.

"I like long hair on others, not on myself," the boy said flatly.

"Especially such strange hair, it often makes me wonder if it's stealing too many nutrients."

"Strange hair? Perhaps you should rather admit your own shortcomings."

"For an unfillable gap, not admitting it is actually easier."

After wiping down a swing and sitting, Xiao Aomo gazed at the little greenery not far off; its secluded tranquility gave him a sense of being withdrawn from the world's clamor.

He was very relaxed.

"Somewhat unexpectedly, are you an escapist at this moment?"

"No, being kind to oneself has nothing to do with ideology," he said, lifting the black goat and placing it beside his feet; Xiao Aomo looked up at the sky as the swing swayed gently, "Even if I regress to childhood, I still have ample material to sketch my everyday self, possessing nearly all my memories."

"The mathematics of those actions, the obvious variables, give me confidence to devise a plan of action that doesn't require future me to make extra revisions."

"Then what are you uneasy about? What are you dissatisfied with?" the little goat asked.

It had none of Aomo's memories, only his personality.

This meant it would severely lack knowledge stores, also meant it would have countless problems, and further meant that most of the time it silently observed, only speaking when occasional conditions aligned, striking at the core.

Just like now.

It clearly understood that if everything were exactly as Aomo wished and satisfying, he would have no need to suspect that his hair was stealing nutrients.

Only unease drives people to seek excuses, reasons, and strive for stability.

Yet in response to its question, Aomo, hovering in mid‑air, gave a blunt answer.

"Future."

"I am worrying in advance about a future that doesn't require present thought, wondering whether I should intervene more, to lend a hand to my tomorrow's self."

"But you hesitated."

"Yes."

"There's a saying that hesitation means you shouldn't do it, a phrase that appeared on a webpage."

"You think I shouldn't do it?"

"I'm just citing classics," the black goat said bluntly, having also self‑taught the layered armor, "I can't understand the report Huoerhaiya compiled, nor grasp Ling's emotions, and I don't know what future you're worried about."

"That's really a flawless answer."

He lifted his foot to stop the swing's momentum, sat steady, and the boy glanced at the half‑air, prompting the little goat to also look up:

"Who sent the message?"

"Bi Ze."

"I'm very curious how far your insomnia story can spread."

"It's hard not to be curious, but at least he, like Sai Luo, thinks I'm just under work pressure, that the message is to notify me to log in, and even called up David."

"Not a bad friendship, though it's a bit excessive."

"There's no such thing as too much friendship, but I indeed have a message to wait for, and many more people are waiting to get in touch."

While speaking and tapping the keyboard to reply, Xiao Aomo glanced at the small black goat drifting up beside him.

"In the end, I still refuse." The sigh, devoid of like or dislike, came from the latter; although it inherits Aomo's personality, it doesn't really involve itself in all of Aomo's relationships, like a second Xiao Aomo.

"Let's make it another day," Xiao Aomo said flatly, sounding like a rebuttal.

"As a token of gratitude, it's probably rather thin."

"The half‑life of gratitude is short; I'm always like this when detached from the observational state, so I'll reject Huoerhaiya's proposal."

"Should I fully throw myself into work in this form?"

"That's only proper."

"The opposite of that woman's proposal."

"Of course, after all it's a trap, right?" Xiao Aomo said coldly.

"Letting the most mechanical self handle private life, and the most mature self deal with work—at first glance it seems efficient and constructive, but it's actually destroying Aomo Lindun's current relationships."

"Would the reverse work?"

"No, the correct choice is to leave everything to the mature self to handle; as Miss Shu put it, this is Aomo Lindun's cause and effect, and my interference in this state would instead be a hazard."

"But I don't see you having any intention to let go."

"There isn't enough time," the boy said, fiddling with the terminal screen; after tapping a contact display, he continued with hands down, "We have no leeway to stay on the right path; I, who chose to drink Ailisuzhi's potion, know this best."

Unwilling to just sleep it away, he certainly had to do something—although the ideal choice would be to train horse girls, the unfolding facts pointed to something more urgent.

Huoerhaiya's early termination of work likewise meant that the threat from Luzasi was drawing near, and he too had to quicken his original pace.

"Hey, Aomo?"

"It's me."

"Has your voice changed?"

Gui She occasionally shows surprising sharpness, while Xiao Aomo displays a rarity for Aomo—retaining his composure even in official communications.

"Voice‑change period."

"Huh?! Really? Forget it! That doesn't matter; what's important is how you thought you could contact me directly—do you have surveillance around me?"

The way to grasp the situation isn't only monitoring; how is the management work at the abandoned station?

It's terrible; every day there are just stinking monster corpses, and occasionally a few living ones sent over are also covered in wounds.

And then they're disposed of by you?

Yeah, we dispose of them.

Do you feel guilty?

A little, I guess. After all, I occasionally hear wails and screams, but I'm not used to them; once I get used to it, it doesn't matter, and I've even thought… if I smuggle some stuff out, could you give me less trouble?

Even making cards from half-dead raw material is the lowest quality batch, but it's better than nothing; if you actually manage it, I'll still give you a bonus.

Speaking for tomorrow's self, Little Aomo is quite relaxed and carefree, like a bad check.

I'm not like that badger guy; what's the use of adding money? I just want freedom.

Like Chen?

How could it be the same as him!" Gui She muttered, "I just want to return to the state before work."

Idling around, wandering everywhere, going wherever to experience those cinemas, arcades, swimming pools, training grounds?

Are you stalking me?

No, it's your updates; your posts on Umastagram are pretty good—concise, informative, with a clear emotional tendency, making them suitable as analysis case examples.

The downside is that if you're not a dismantling enthusiast like me, you'll just think I'm venting emotions and will unfollow soon.

None of your business! Quickly unfollow me, old man!

It's still quite hard; just thinking that the average likes count of fewer than ten people will permanently drop by one, even I find it hard to bear.

Get lost! I don't need your likes either, old man!

I see, I'm sorry for disturbing Mr. Gui She's interest in writing an electronic diary.

Damn electronic diary!

No need to hide it; I understand, just remember to set it to visible only to yourself next time.

What do you understand? Did you call just to piss me off, old man? Just because I haven't turned in this period's report?

No, I'm here to tell you you don't need to submit the report; since Lu Zasi has greatly sped up the pace, we can't continue following the original schedule.

Oh!! I also wanted to notify this, " Upon hearing that the report doesn't need to be submitted, Gui She, who had just been quite angry, suddenly became much happier, "In that case, can I leave work early? In the past few days, the organization has lost quite a few people, even that suspicious Mite alien has gone missing, feeling like they were done away with, you get what I mean?"

The idea of faking death to escape, right?" Little Aomo's expression held up okay, "Not bad."

Especially considering the former appearance of Gui She in memory, it's even more rare.

But unfortunately, you still can't rest.

Huh? Why? What's the point of me lurking here? Would ambushing them even be useful?!

It seems Mr. Gui She, while lurking with Lu Zasi, has seen plenty of things that lower self-evaluation.

Admitting you're not strong enough isn't hard.

It's hard to imagine Mr. Gui She saying that a month ago, but rest assured, you'll be very useful; even putting in a bit of effort could raise the public image of the entire monster-controller group.

What? Why the public image?!