Chapter 233: At this time, he still hadn't received the news of the criminal's escape

Aomo felt as if he had lost a segment of his memory.

He, feeling dazed, got into the shuttle car driven by Dekesas together with Mositim; the back of the car still had his Beta motorcycle parked, and the rear seat still held his briefcase, with nothing missing inside.

It could be said that he was fully prepared.

For a patient who didn't want to stay in the hospital in Luodedao, even if it meant wearing a cast, who still wanted to visit the office to see online friends and fulfill the host's courtesy, these discharge procedures could be considered extremely efficient.

They also prepared several bags for Aomo, filled with large and small packages of health supplements and medicine, along with medical instructions that could be checked at any time.

They said that although his chill had been dispelled and his arm had grown back, he still needed rest and recuperation, needed to maintain certain things, and it would be best to come for regular follow-up checkups.

Considering his career, they deliberately avoided a quick-recovery treatment that would leave long-term ailments on his body, so he needed a period of bodily nourishment, relying on that mixture of Western and Chinese medicine...

Fine, Aomo wasn't unable to accept a short period of taking medicine and soaking his hands; he felt the main reason for his apparent amnesia was still because he was looking at the text message about the funds arriving, and he always felt something was off.

It wasn't that the amount was off, but his mindset was off.

A six-figure remuneration, plus the nearly seven-figure gain from Penguin Logistics' side, if it were his former self, he should have been overjoyed.

But why didn't he feel especially happy, instead feeling a bit of loss?

"Because you took seven hundred thousand less, and exchanged it all for cards and secret keys."

"Oh, I see."

——!?

The young demon suddenly understood, as if waking from a dream, then became alert, turned his head, and looked at the Munainyin sitting beside him.

"Seven hundred thousand?!"

"Is he alright?" Dekesas, who had deliberately made time from his overtime work to pick him up, looked worriedly at the rearview mirror.

She had learned the situation from colleagues in Luodedao, but what she heard lacked a real sense; the current Lindun looked rather worrying to her.

Perhaps she shouldn't have come to pick him up; turning around now to send him back to the hospital bed in Luodedao would still be in time.

"Don't turn around, he's fine."

"..." The thought was exposed by the 'Munainyin' wearing Mositim's clothes; Dekesas fell silent for a moment, then gave a slight nod, sure the other would notice, and then continued to focus on the road ahead.

So that Munainyin, no, that Mositim also turned his head back to look at Aomo, somewhat helplessly saying: "No one has cast a mental spell on you, or is it that those few cards are still too much of a burden for you?"

"No," Aomo, with an air of detachment, said after a few seconds of silence, "It's not the cards' problem; it's my problem."

"I say, little miss, don't bother with that kid's expression."

Suddenly, Mositim unexpectedly looked at his phone, which had lit up, and a strange chibi male figure inside sighed:

"When he first woke up after a sleep in Heaven Gate City, he looked like this; simply put, he was avoiding reality—" "Mositim, this kind of act of appearing on someone else's phone without the person's permission, you can directly report it to the net police."

Aomo quickly spoke up to interrupt the other's words, appearing much clearer, while Mositim subtly glanced at the now-disappeared chibi figure on the screen, then saw Aomo put on an earpiece and swipe with his index finger in the air, and thus also understood something.

"Your elder?"

Aomo gave a slight nod: "I have an ill-mannered foster father who's made you laugh."

Then he fell silent for a few seconds, then raised his finger and swiped in the opposite direction in midair, removing the earpiece.

Obviously, Aomo briefly restored Molisen's right to speak at normal volume, then took that right away again.

Watching him continue to chatter at himself using a manga artist's dialogue box.

The nagging of ordinary elders would also be fine, but now they started pointing at his hobbies and interests; it's no wonder Aomo turned his head to look at Mositim.

Mositim is actually just like him; after roughly dealing with it, she could completely remove that intimidating bandage.

Aomo had reason to believe she didn't remove it for the sake of taking leave more conveniently.

Although that's what was said, but Mositim's work at Penguin Logistics consists of taking on individual tasks and running around; she should be enjoying it.

But who could resist taking leave? When you're on vacation, you can also run around just the same, right?

If you're in a good mood, casually taking on another job isn't a problem either.

However, what Aomo naturally wanted to ask wasn't about the other's vacation schedule; he was asking about something personally relevant.

"Was applying to exchange cards your suggestion?"

Aomo Lindun's information isn't hard to gather, and at the same time, Penguin Logistics can also be considered an information-gathering organization; it's not strange that they know about his interest in monsters—but he doesn't believe that Dekesas or the Angel would have made that suggestion.

That penguin who acts as the boss, however, could possibly have done so.

To propose such a "sounds utterly random" suggestion for valued employees is exactly the kind of thing he would do in Aomo's impression.

But compared to the possibility of the Great Emperor proposing this idea, Aomo leans more toward the Munainyin sitting beside him.

The reason is simple: it's just that she and he are of the same kind.

They mutually observed and speculated, but unlike Aomo, who would unconsciously investigate others, Mositim was on a mission.

She would occasionally record and occasionally report, all for the purpose of later giving someone a score.

She naturally understood Aomo well enough and could also be the one to make this suggestion.

And she would also answer very straightforwardly: "It's me, no mistake."

"If you're dissatisfied, I could go back and say so." Unlike Aomo, who needs to manage relationships when starting a business and has to be careful about many things, Mositim's attitude toward needing to retract is truly indifferent.

"No, I'm naturally satisfied, and I should say thank you," Aomo, with a subtle expression, raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose, "I just said, it's my problem."

"I just realized that I've already done this money-for-cards exchange twice."

"What's up?" Mositim didn't really understand what the problem was, and Dekesas, the driver, was even less aware of what riddle they were playing.

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"I once joked about a friend who always spent money on card collecting, which is what's called spending on card packs, and then realized that his behavior might not be all that different from mine."

"I see."

Lowering his gaze at his briefcase stuffed with too many things, Aomo pulled out from it a card case that, although expanded to hold three cards, still had plenty of space left.

Mositim then shifted slightly away, watching him open the card case; from it burst forth a mingling of ferocity, killing intent, and chill, forming a fierce and dangerous negative spirit, so much so that even Dekesas, the driver, gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Everyone is sensitive to this kind of killing intent.

So Aomo, after opening the box, raised his hand and pressed down; that black aura-like fluctuating emotion instantly struck toward his palm—

——Yet he was indeed pressed down by him again, with no tendency to rebound anymore.

After all, they are merely dead objects, and two of them are still machines.

The biological Gerogezam also seems like an imitation; that dim luster is clearly a consumable just like the original Belial Ultraman card, and even extracting energy from Yela Gangde merely barely slows the passage of its lifespan.

As for the Belial Ultraman card that ought to exist……

Aomo confirmed from that elf merchant that the card had collapsed—in other words, it too is a consumable.

The genuine Belial Ultraman card seems not to be in this world, or perhaps it never truly appeared; the group known as Gui Yuan Zhi Tang that collects and controls monster cards are also consumables produced by extracting 'demon fragments'.

Such Belial-related factors, which exist in considerable quantity, can indeed be used to print fake cards.

But this also means that the already troublesome 'demon fragments' also indeed exist in considerable quantity that have crossed over into this world?

Demon fragments, a universal patch that began to rise with the new generation of special-effects Ultraman, are special factors formed from the cellular changes left behind when Belial Ultraman fought across the universe.

Eyes resembling Belial Ultraman's have the power to strengthen monsters, drive them into a frenzy, and even revive dead monsters; they are an enhanced version of the biting worm that mutates monsters, found in the neighboring Meng Han Rise.

Of course, the main problem remains quantity.

Essentially, it's residual cells; wherever Belial has struck, there may be residue, so the quantity is truly large.

Thus, the collection and processing by the Gui Yuan Zhi Tang organization actually comes as a relief.

After all, being transformed into a card and used as a universal fusion material is also more acceptable than causing influence-generating events everywhere.

However, this is a problem that law enforcers and rulers need to worry about; as a mercenary Aomo, not hoping for 'Duoduo' is already good.

More trouble means more mercenary work, right?

That said, when he closed the card box again, placed it into the briefcase, and his finger touched that elongated storage box……

One can also imagine a busier future.