Chapter 1468: NO.83: Already Have a Rough Understanding of the Situation

NO. 83: Already have a rough understanding of the situation.

"Sir! It's you, sir, right? You can't show up dressed like this in someone else's workplace!"

"Are you… police? Do you know… Aomo Lindun?"

"Please don't answer off-topic! Sir!"

This is the beginning of a recording.

The opening is a dim little room, containing a simple small table and a folding chair limited to one-on-one.

Without a doubt, this is a recording of an interrogation scene.

This recording shows several officers and an interrogated subject, hearing nothing different from usual, but this time the interrogator wears a full set of imposing, murderous black armor, with red light flowing from the eye holes of the ferocious helmet.

Like an evil spirit clad in armor.

Faced with such an interrogated subject, the interrogation room's layout, meant to create oppression, seems rather childish.

One could even say it's upside down—the officers on the screen each look uneasy, as if they were the oppressed interrogatees.

"Speaking of which, I never got to ask earlier: why didn't you disarm him?"

Back then, Bixi Ke came rushing in, feeling displeased, and left even more swiftly; thus, although she noticed this detail omission, she couldn't be bothered to look back.

Only now, following Aomo's return, did she make up for this question.

Depending on the answer, that question could become an exclamation or a reprimand.

But before those people could answer, Aomo lent them a hand: 'That isn't his armor; it's his body.'

"'Huh?' Shi Huaiya exclaimed, turning her head."

"'The Dark Magic Armor equip Dark Armor—this armor was forged by the cosmic rulers of another world, possessing its own consciousness, granting power to the wearer while also bearing the curse of that power.'"

"'Including Ultraman, many powerful individuals have once worn it only to be controlled by it, but there also exist extremely rare, even stronger and more special beings capable of mastering it.'"

"'By then, that armor would not only serve as armor, but could also bear the attachment of a soul's consciousness, acting like the legendary armor that moves on its own in tales.'"

"'Um… what do you mean…?'"

"'He no longer has his original body.' Aomo said softly, his eyes fixed on the recording."

The footage, already short, steadily advances; a golden-haired head topped with tiger ears quickly appears, and the person who also noticed this, though not avoiding the fact, cannot help but wear a mixed expression.

Compared to earlier hindsight, this playback now serves as a sharper satire, making her want to bury her head, yet she endures, watching, until a hand rests on her head.

This made her turn her head to look at the hand's owner—the demon still gazing at the screen, not shifting his eyes, even continuing his earlier explanation, merely placing his hand on her head, as if noticing her inner anguish,

"'But he is not possessing the armor.'"

"'To him, that armor is a cage; he uses that cage to lock away his uncontrollable power and self, so he cannot take it off.'"

He lowered his hand, never shifting his gaze, failing to notice the brief disappointment beside him.

"'If we wanted to force him to do that, we'd actually need the lineup from the original battle with Lu Zhas.'"

Then, after achieving eighty percent, we must face the second stage.

"'That armor is indeed a strengthening item, but removing it isn't necessarily a good thing.'"

"'Ah?'"

Now it's not just Bixi Ke; the officers present, who had been pretending not to see, all expressed surprise—although most lacked the qualifications to join that operation, it was still a major industry event, so attention and gossip were indispensable.

Moreover, as part of the Borderlands District jurisdiction, everyone here can recognize the two of them; regarding that previous matter, they know it inside out, each boasting as if they'd been on the scene, truly giving that on‑site feeling, making their legs go numb.

Looks like everyone just walked a tightrope between life and death?

Before, everyone thought it was dangerous and troublesome; after it disappeared, they inevitably complained, those grumbling fellows turning out to be such a dangerous presence?

"'Perhaps not entirely.'"

As if hearing these people's thoughts, Aomo suddenly interjected a self‑contradicting remark, leaving everyone with a faint 'What do you want?' expression; but when he turned back and had a chance to meet their gazes, everyone appeared quite amiable.

Of course, he could turn back only because the recording had ended.

In fact, a few seconds after Chief Shi Huaiya left the interrogation room, the Beast King in the recording began to fall silent, and the recording alongside fully logged the instrument status at that moment—the meters for spiritual fluctuation detection were spinning wildly.

This is evidence that the Beast King attempted spiritual communication during his silence, and also the reason the officers' attitude on screen began to sour; seeing this, Aomo realized this was roughly the period when he was trying to contact himself.

Next came the unfinished words.

He vanished entirely before everyone's eyes, neither by teleportation nor high‑speed movement.

His disappearance was abrupt; even in slow‑motion replay, you can't see him doing anything in any particular frame.

The various meters running in sync beside the recording were all unusually normal; even the spiritual fluctuation tester that had just been maxed out calmed down, giving a faint aura of old‑time paranormal phenomena.

But with the spiritual fluctuation tester and a few other standard interrogation‑room monitoring devices present, even if this truly were a paranormal phenomenon, it could be instantly analyzed, locked down, and a case filed—where could a ghost get away with that?!

At the end of the recording, which is under ten minutes long, the officers' hesitant, suspicious‑sounding dialogue makes up the most superfluous part of the whole footage, in Aomo's view.

He doesn't need these people to fill in gaps for him, nor does he need an offhand remark from them to clear his confusion, given that the situation is now crystal clear.

"'He cannot autonomously decide his current state of existence, nor does he have any helper he can contact for assistance; moreover, he has not considered forcing the issue—perhaps out of fear of consequences, perhaps lack of urgency, or perhaps some reason restrains his exertion.'"

His gaze swept over these people and finally settled on the woman whose emotions had already been tidied, who had reverted to the familiar Chief Shi Huaiya demeanor.

"'If his exertion is limited, perhaps this restriction relates to his strange state of existence.'"

"'In my work experience here, I've also seen nothing comparable,' the chief frowned, she did not hesitate to admit her shortcomings, looking toward the office director who raised a hand to twist his nose bridge, 'Do you have any leads?'"

"'Funny enough, I actually have a tentative opinion to share, but before we talk about it, can we first give this case a bit more weight?'"

If we simply treat it as a citizen's complaint about a traveler's bizarre attire, resolving the problem would be too laborious.

"'But even if we reported it to the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, we still lack sufficient evidence,' the chief felt it unrealistic, 'not even a nominal guarantee would be used that way.'"

"'Nominal guarantee? No, no, no—don't use a nominal guarantee.'"

That offhand remark of excessive trust and over‑commitment gave Aomo a start.

"'Digging too deep yields no good, but we can simply try reporting it.'"

"'…' The chief, still processing the first half, could only dryly reply to the second half, 'That probably wouldn't warrant much hope.'"

"'No, there's one thing I haven't yet mentioned to you; earlier, I seemed to have been mistaken for a vicious criminal and received many notices and announcements.'

Ah?

So it's not that there's completely no evidence; at least… maybe we can expect the evidence that the higher-ups have already obtained.