Chapter 1695

NO．310：The stage has arrived, giraffes flocking in.

From the strange trend of monster-related stocks to visits to related companies, and then from the Heaven's Gate City Canon extending to large-scale monster industry cases.

The investigation trail of puppet Aomo blatantly exhibits a huge gap standing right in the middle, abruptly making one wonder if that is his idle random attempt.

But before thinking that, please don't forget that in Aomo's multi-line operation there is more than just that humanoid puppet.

Rainbow Snake and Raptor.

Only the former can, after locking onto an inconvenient-to-visit actual target, conveniently navigate narrow passages such as ventilation ducts.

The latter's opportunities often involve evading network blockade surveillance transmissions, and……

When the former is pursued, the latter flaps its wings to respond.

This time is exactly so.

When the main body changes into a yukata and steps onto the 'battlefield', the two puppets still under stable control are in a state of having just escaped from the factory.

Although it appears to be carrying nothing, the puppet's superiority lies in the prioritized acquisition of information—when the puppet touches where the information is, the mage who controls the puppet with magic via extraordinary visual distance has already seen everything.

Omitting the process of transmitting information between the somewhat independent avatars and the main body, it easily brought out the information on several monster ranches that the other party cared about, together with their legal markers.

That latter is the true reason he flipped through the Heaven's Gate Canon.

Monster ranches themselves are long-standing enterprises of Heaven's Gate City itself, and their ties to the Beast Sect should be minimal, just as the factory at the information source is itself an eight-year-old monster material processing plant of Heaven's Gate City, merely because it was suspected by the managers of several monster enterprises and recently 'monster products have an abnormal flow' that Aomo Lindun set his sights on.

Such a far-fetched connection really shouldn't be expected; even though Chen, not really understanding, remained silent, a certain electronic foster father kept nagging with 'Is this thing useful?'

Clearly, in some literary works vampires are classified as undead beings, and in many more literary works they appear as the image of a long-lived being that is elegant, patient, and more rigid, but this foster father of his is always lacking patience.

How should I put it? Could it be that an age in the early one-hundreds is considered young among vampires, so he should talk like a child without thinking?

Aomo felt that shouldn't be calculated that way.

He felt that even if the passage of time in the eyes of long-lived species is slow, the experience accumulated from that time cannot be feigned.

Having experienced something, one will inevitably become familiar and composed; a long lifespan at most makes one's feelings toward everything prolonged and detached, rather than outright amnesia pretending it never happened—even if someone like Sai Luo, who is considered young in Ultraman years and has a lively personality, would not say things that cast doubt on past experiences in the parts they have truly undergone.

So this Morrison. exe probably isn't having its files corrupted by overusing its digital soul bullets (x).

Regardless of whether to verify the electronic foster father's file integrity, he first needs to focus on those spider-silk-thin clues while overseeing the overall monster industry trends of Heaven's Gate City.

This is not difficult with the help of an industry giant like the frontier lighthouse; the difficulty remains his own investigation.

Since there is already a connected line of clues, shouldn't we try it regardless of usefulness?

Thus, in his final attempt, he went through the entire Heaven's Gate Canon, pinpointing the location of those several laws obtained from the factory.

At the same time he reviewed the data of those several monster ranches, trying to find commonalities between them; the result of this attempt is exactly what his foster father told him: the monster husbandry regulations he looked up mentioned a proposed ocean monster ranch imitating the Ocean Okinawa Islands, and also noted that every summer's fireworks festival would feature monster martial performances.

Indeed, he never truly explained this to Morrison.

He didn't say why he suddenly flipped through the canon, nor what he was expecting, and even his conclusion was misleading, leading Morrison to think he was just browsing the canon for interesting entertainment.

As he walked, he kept lamenting the lack of a little rabbit's hellish scene to watch, completely unaware that Aomo had sent him to keep an eye not on the monsters themselves, but on those who might appear beside them.

But it didn't matter.

If it truly appeared, he would remember it.

The existence of an electronic vampire is no stronger or weaker than the flesh-and-blood memory of the original source-energy immersion; at most one worries about file corruption.

As for his incomplete information sharing possibly causing everyone to misunderstand something…… In fact, facing such a massive existence as monsters, only the residents stationed here can handle it easily.

Even those who came out of curiosity are all in tense anticipation, waiting for the program time to arrive.

In contrast, Ultraman warriors like Sai Luo and Jie De, with astonishing battle records, even when merely hearing about a monster performance without knowing exactly what will appear, cannot help but be somewhat wary.

Unfortunately, it cannot start immediately.

Unfortunately, he still has to wait!

Although Aomo still wanted the puppets to visit more monster industry companies outside, after all Heaven's Gate City's monster industry is indeed more developed and diverse than the Boundary Gate District, and even monster-girl-type existences, after Abru's results were promoted, have been prodded by these companies in various ways to produce similar products.

However, it wasn't his turn to think about Abru's results monopolizing things; this side's development already forced him to recall the puppots to standby, lest they be accidentally damaged.

You want to ask why?

That's because he is currently surrounded by a group of women.

19:23, nightfall descends.

This should have been some people's dinner time, but now most people are likely acting with the idea of settling dinner at the festival stalls.

Unfortunately, Aomo does not have the luxury of embracing that idea.

To be precise, the factors he needs to consider are too many, so the dinner-over-heaven topic was instead pushed to the corner.

"Little Snake, is this temple fair much different from last time?"

"……"

That is totally different; recalling that last year's New Year temple fair was just with a few girlfriends, now it is a grand spectacle resembling a doomed-type real-life galgame.

Aomo Lindun's rising feeling is obviously not a sense of 'I'm so awesome' achievement.

"After all, last time was at High Tail Mountain."

Without a doubt, whether his little girlfriend intends to pull the first trigger of torment, now is the time to bring out his strongest skills of 'display' and 'demonstration'.

In front of the juniors he once taught as a professor, he naturally had no interest in showing a 'look well, study well' attitude toward their gaze.

After all, he isn't Bi Ze; even while there showing affection with Miss Zhuohua, he doesn't forget to send a teasing @ to David, who's still working on Earth.

As for that person, rather than saying they aren't at all worried about the android's possessiveness, it's more like they simply didn't think about it.

But Aomo cannot help but think.

After all, he now feels that with every step, the gazes upon him are too many and overly concentrated.

Clearly walking on the stone slab road of the temple fair, yet it feels as if one is placed on some kind of dangerous stage, and one can even, via Gilbalis's network that hasn't yet been disconnected, 'hear' Morrison shouting there, 'Wow!! What, it turns out I didn't miss it after all!'

This is just disconnecting the network. jpg