Chapter 1542

NO. 157: His youth is the youth of going to the police station to pick up people.

It's a pity.

When a troubling matter that had dragged on for days finally comes to an end, one can enjoy leisurely, comfortable times—such a development remains somewhat luxurious for some people.

But there's no need for many words.

Some people have not only grown accustomed to it, but have even been cultivated into an optimistic mindset that finds joy in hardship.

Just as, instead of endlessly complaining about things, he focuses on the fact that 'the situation is progressing,' and then, without pause, immerses himself in monitoring new developments—he holds the digestive organ tissue of the nuclear monster Giradras, pondering whether Duoerduo would be suitable to meet the club's department head.

Indeed, this is somewhat premature.

Just a few days after their last meeting, even if he joined their organization, he ought to play dead and wait for them to contact him again before responding, to show a composure not eager to cooperate—this is the proper way to maximize benefits.

But this is not a decision that the image of Liming Qing would make.

As an explorer of the Shen yuan, Liming Qing's entire persona revolves around exploring the Shen yuan.

He, who possesses the means to transfer his self and can thus carry countless wills in dolls, might be willing to develop technology and produce tools outside the Shen yuan for more efficient exploration, but he would certainly not waste too much thought on worldly wealth.

Even if such wealth could greatly aid in technological advancement, and there indeed exists a logic of achieving goals through curves, the researcher's focus of development certainly does not lie here!

Especially, his cooperative relationship with the Light-chasers Club is not an 'investment' but a pure 'technical cooperation'.

This emphasizes the researcher's identity, an employment relationship with far greater freedom than ordinary employment.

Therefore, he should indeed show appropriate eagerness, directly presenting a research enthusiasm bordering on fanaticism.

Of course, besides that, there should also be a key proof that is not merely verbal or demonstrated through conflict——

——professional technology and a research team.

He certainly doesn't have this, but he does have similar conditions that can simulate it, and indeed need not go through all that trouble—he only needs to produce a sufficiently convincing product bearing many research traces to achieve a perfect disguise.

That thing is the glass ball he found from Qian.

A tiny glass ball possesses no spatial extension characteristic, and the tiny organism sealed inside is indeed a super‑compact monster organ cell relative to the original body size.

But that is indeed especially dangerous—if mishandled, the organ cell will be sent to the police station:

A clump of the digestive organ tissue of the nuclear monster Giradras.

On screen, it lurks deep beneath mountain ranges, digging deep and swallowing underground uranium elements, converting them into energy as a weather‑controlling monster; its first appearance was in a Saiwen TV set, where the Xiapulei aliens used it as a ultimate weapon.

In the manga, it likewise swallows planetary core minerals, but its form and ecology are specialized as a subspecies adapted to oceanic life.

Of course, when it existed as an actual creature, its bodily tissue was sold to Xintiao Qian as scrap for monster‑card making, once studied by Suzi, and eventually ended up in Aomo's hands—at that point its complete form and ecology no longer mattered.

What matters is the energy‑conversion information that the digestive organ tissue can exude—as a tool for rallying banners, it is superb.

It can both stabilize Duoerduo's persona and cope with the busyness that persona brings.

Thus he also has reason to appear again in the research organization under that club—provided he hasn't just received a message from Ling.

emmm……

What kind of trouble could keep her from freely wandering in her own dream, forcing her to pick up her phone and send a message—a method that is convenient for everyone but, for her, only resorted to when she refuses to show herself?

Just from the GPS location given in those two short sentences, Aomo's heart already rose with several subtle speculations.

He hopes it isn't the most troublesome one, but reality always goes against his wishes.

"Are you… Mr. Aomo Lindun?"

Holding documents, the young man in police uniform did not hide the admiration in his eyes; whether this respect came from Horse Girl, monsters, or law‑enforcement actions was still unknown, but Aomo already had to look toward Ling, who was being scolded by a female officer and scratching his head in embarrassment.

And behind her stood two men, each taller than the last, yet each also more silent than the last—useless fellows.

In this situation, using his abilities would indeed be rather embarrassing, since police‑use buildings usually have security systems that are hard to cut corners on.

This means that even a slight movement of ability could trigger an alarm buzzer, easily marking him as a dangerous rider.

But it shouldn't be an illusion…… Here, the gazes fixed on him far exceed five pairs, and there is also someone coming from behind, from the entrance he came in……

He glanced at the empty police station gate behind him, then replied without much delay: "Of course, Officer, may I take those three away? Inside are my girlfriend and two friends."

"Eh?"

A pretty good reaction—she shows no interest in the idol's private life or romantic partners, appearing as a fairly pure fan, though her response is a bit slow, causing the hurried him to slightly raise his hand in gesture:

"Then, please excuse me."

He passed by her, as the three had already noticed, merely approaching under their different gazes, and Aomo said: "Miss Officer, what procedures do I need to take these three away?"

"Oh dear!"

"If I frightened you, please allow me to apologize."

"... Aomo Lindun?"

He didn't know whether the whole police station would be gossiping about him; Aomo looked at the female officer's gaze, which first wandered then became wary, suppressing his speculation about her online stance, and simply continued with a gentle, polite tone: "It's me; I've come to pick up those three, and may I ask what case they've been involved in?"

"Oh, it's nothing much—just strange clothing and odd behavior that got reported." Although their positions opposed, the female officer still answered dutifully.

Just writing a self‑critique would suffice, yet you're so stubborn you've gotten three people to speak up—what are you insisting on now? I've seen plenty of transmigrators, but this is truly the most arrogant case.

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Although at a height disadvantage against the heavy‑armored person, Aomo still glanced at that subtly second‑round palace player.

But this Beast King should have the transmigrator privileges granted by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau.

Fundamentally it has no physical body; its most accustomed form is this appearance. This type is rare among transmigrators, but it does exist, and it can also be registered for a permit with the Two Worlds Safety Bureau.

Whether it's extremely ferocious armor or horrifying weapons, they can be swaggered about the streets openly; merely having a permit means they've been registered, so if they commit an offense they can be immediately identified, thereby affecting the protection of other transmigrators' rights.

He indeed has it, but I didn't say he did.

The policewoman gave the Beast King a speechless glance, then raised her hand pointing at his disheveled clothes, chest wide open, like the decadent handsome guy from some R16 otome game.

I'm talking about him! He doesn't have it!

Actually the clothing is secondary; those people mainly reported this Mister Beast King, but once we verified he really has a permit there's no issue—yet Mister Wang simply isn't in the database.

We just contacted the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and got the permit; now we're waiting for Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. to provide identity verification… By the way, I heard you have some connection there—could you help speed it up?

Perhaps it only requires you to use your ability.

She previously defended this witness too much; according to regulations, she cannot prove it herself.

But we can contact a local citizen.

Yes, that's right, you know it too, so can you get them to respond quickly? The customer service on the Rhodes Island company side doesn't know who's handling it, and our contact here has been completely left hanging.

……

The fleeting courtesy, the no-longer-polite greeting, the usual annoyance—everything made him silent just as before.