Chapter 1543: No. 158: It can also be self‑tug and monster recommendation

No. 158: It can also be self‑tug and monster recommendation.

The police station less than two kilometres from Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan mainly handles theatre-related reports and complaints.

For the most part, these reports are false alarms.

It greatly drains the officers' enthusiasm, and makes everyone want to just brush off the reports, which is still the case today.

The only unexpected thing is that this time an undocumented transmigrator got mixed in.

And the girlfriend of the popular trainer from the Border Gate area.

Um, one of them.

The report should be written more rigorously, so as not to be criticised by superiors.

But even if it's more rigorous, it can't raise the priority.

This case remains a small-time case as usual; even if it could draw personnel from the Two Worlds Safety Bureau branch, or bring people from the sizable transmigrator embassy‑like company, the case's scale wouldn't increase, and it wouldn't be much of an achievement.

It merely adds a bit of novelty among the people involved, and also gets the Aomo Lindun fans and haters in the police station each excited in their own way.

People's joys and sorrows aren't mutually understandable, and everyone's opinions differ.

This is reflected not only in the officers' differing thoughts and attitudes, but also in the five‑person team walking out of the police station.

Five people…?

Did an extra person appear?

That extra person… seems a bit… familiar?

Whoa! It's Narita Bai Ren!!

Amid the officers' astonished gazes, the black‑haired horse girl naturally followed behind Aomo, joined the team, and walked away with them.

This left some longtime fans wanting to speak but holding back, and made them wrestle with whether, as police, they should secretly film; in the end they just watched them go.

Watching those few people walk away, each with a different expression.

The man registered as Wang looked impatient, Ling was speechless, the Beast King's expression was unreadable, Aomo Lindun was quite fatigued, and Narita Bai Ren…

They had already missed the chance to observe, and couldn't see the other's embarrassed silence.

Because she was the one who was arrested.

"How long have you been looking?" Aomo asked.

"Uh…" Caught in the act of peeping, even a tough guy like Narita Bai Ren can't bluff his way out with sheer attitude.

Rather, her usual aura is useless on anyone here.

"Ten, maybe ten‑odd minutes?"

Upon encountering the Beast King and Wang together, recalling that the other was Aomo from another world sparked curiosity; she tailed and disguised herself, tracking them all the way until those two were put into a police car.

It didn't take much time either; the police station turned out to be nearer than expected, and her plan to contact Aomo was also withdrawn when Ling appeared abruptly.

Then, after a few minutes, as expected, Aomo also appeared.

And then…

And then came meeting that person's gaze, a greeting surfacing in her heart, forcing her to step out embarrassedly.

After a few steps she walked with a tangled heart, already reflecting on why she had followed them.

"Are you very curious about the Beast King?"

"No."

She replied dully, a comment that made the Beast King turn his head slightly to glance; Narita Bai Ren recalled the earlier small‑group chat, watching Aomo's back—since he didn't turn around, it let her feel at ease looking at it.

Then she looked at Ling's back, who openly held Aomo's hand as if in front of family, and felt ever more that staying here was like being in prison.

"If you're really curious, just say it straight; that guy wouldn't really ignore you."

"I already said I'm not!"

"..."

No one stopped, but there was indeed that sudden silence, pressing her to add:

"It's not that I have an opinion about him."

"... huff…" The helmet, lacking a mouth‑grille structure, even when emitting a deep exhalation only makes the red light in the eye sockets brighter; to onlookers it just looks like a plain inquiry:

"Can I leave?"

"I'm afraid not," Aomo said. "Although you can now say that fluently and it reassures me, I still have some investigative progress I want to discuss with you."

"... You can also use a phone."

The Beast King readily agreed, perhaps because of Bai Ren, perhaps because of Ling, perhaps because of Wang; in Aomo's eyes he also clearly looked like someone who felt stuck here like in prison.

This also made Aomo more fatigued.

"Why this attitude? Obviously I'm the most tired," he said speechlessly.

"Ever since Morrison went to the digital world, I thought I didn't need to come to the police station to pick people up anymore."

"..."

"Do you want to see Morrison now? Besides, your speech has become much more fluent."

"Now?"

"Or do you still want to change it to a more ceremonial time? Your birthday in 23 days?"

April is just a few days away; tomorrow he has to return to his main focus, training the high‑school horse girls, his mind full of schedules, yet here he insists: "... I'm not Aomo Lindun."

"Perhaps that's true by the rules, but it's also our shared past." Aomo said calmly, seemingly unbothered by the presence of Bai Ren and Wang.

The former indeed doesn't need to be bothered; Bai Ren right now doesn't know what expression to make.

And the latter…

The horned youth who had previously looked impatient with the regulations now gazed interestedly at the two; as for the sister who ought to have shown some concern, he didn't even look at her, causing Ling, who was watching him, to laugh and raise a hand to her forehead.

That smile was exactly like the one in a certain monster‑hunter PV eating cabbage with a twist plus honey‑shrimp, as if she'd been made to laugh helplessly.

Besides wiping his forehead, he ended up having Aomo ruffle his hair tips, and his smile became a bit more natural.

But Aomo, who was distracted looking after his girlfriend, was instead facing words that left him unable to smile.

…But that sense of ritual no longer works for me, because I'm not Aomo Lindun.

It seems this logic will let us eternally oppose each other with zero efficiency, alright…

Having given up opposing the stubborn one, he sighed, spread his hands: "In that case, let's return to the question of when you plan to meet Morrison."

Here?

Here. Aomo nodded.

Do you care if these people hear?

…On the day I leave.

Sure, although it's a bit abrupt, this is your decision, I have no objection, you can go.

…Goodbye.

It's hard to say whether it's a remnant of a language barrier or hesitation from a mental struggle, but the red light in His hollow yet ever‑radiant eyes of immense presence swept over everyone, giving a farewell.

"See you next time," Wang laughed lightly.

"... Goodbye." Bai Ren nodded somewhat stiffly.

"See you next time~" Ling grabbed Aomo's hand and waved it.

And Aomo didn't respond, merely seeing that He indeed should listen to no one, he darted into the black void he himself had ripped open at breakneck speed, thereby attracting more passersby's attention.

Yes, it's more.

Even before leaving the police station, this group was already conspicuous; that's also one reason Aomo was willing to let Him go.

But the more important reason is:

"He really is thoroughly rejecting our group, is it because of you?"

"Perhaps it's because of your involvement with Ling and this little girl?"

Having obtained remote certification from the company, and also received temporary identity processed urgently by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau—although he still needs to formalize it later—but he indeed is the man who got exemption from dress code, looking at the goal he originally set out for, he now finds the other side more interesting.

"That person really looks utterly lonely."

"This kind of understanding isn't impossible."

Rather, Aomo himself had also listed such speculation, but it's not a major point in the conversation.

"How should I address you? Mr. Wang? Or... second brother?"

Apart from teasing nicknames like 'King Brother', the familial term 'brother' really feels foreign and awkward to him, just as when he addresses Zhong Yue, he still calls him 'Zhong Yue elder brother', a choice reflected from the other's speaking style.

"Up to you, you can even call me a rotten chess basket like those two girls, no need for honorifics."

"You're really tolerant; I thought you came to inspect."

"Inspect? Inspect whether you can be Ling's husband? No need."

"No matter how we view it, it doesn't hinder Ling's affection for you; you don't need to take Shu as our standard, Shu's discipline over the brothers and sisters is too strict, aside from achievement, no one truly supports it."

"Speaking of achievement, why didn't he come?" Ling asked.

"When he can weave himself into a whole, then he can come."

"Then you're still that same one, huh?"

Ling pouted, still thinking that this second brother had come in full, after all, logically the situation over there should be ideal.

"Soon, there's recent skill feedback from Rhodes Island; the days until unification are few."

"Then you still have time to come over? You specially came to tell us this good news?"

"Naturally to speed up, this world beyond the heavens ought to be visited once; it's just that before, trivial matters on that chessboard dragged on too long."

"Sorry to interrupt, shall we move to a quieter place to talk?"

Amidst increasing gazes, Aomo stopped, which almost caused Bai Ren, who had his head down thinking about his own affairs, to bump into him.

"And this person."

She ultimately didn't bump, because Aomo held her shoulder: "Here we're somewhat famous, likely soon many will seek us out."

"... Then let's go," glancing at the hesitant, conflicted face of Chengtian Bai Ren, Wang said nothing, only remarked, "I heard your office has quite a collection of giant beasts."

"Second brother?"

This overly purposeful statement made Ling's tone and expression turn unpleasant.

However...

The boyfriend who fell behind her, on the contrary, was somewhat pleased.

"Of course, do you want to see? Interested? I can introduce them one by one!"