Chapter 266: NO．28：Aomo：I can't see it!

NO．28：Aomo：I can't see it!

Because the deodorizing equipment installed by the logistics staff was indeed effective, Aomo's neighborhood relations coordination went fairly smoothly.

The charge was reduced from 'secretly researching biochemical weapons' to 'purchasing ten servings of luosifen and opening cans of boiled mackerel'.

Indeed, for many transmigrators, the latter description also counts as a terrifying biochemical weapon, but for contemporary ventilation systems, it's merely a 'barely adequate' battle.

Otherwise, Aomo should have already seen Xin Tiao Qian on the news.

Huh? You ask why I don't mention Ailisuzhi?

Do I still need to mention her? She's already been on the news! It's just not because she was accused of making biochemical weapons.

In short, as long as we can contain the continued spread of irritant gas, this isn't a big deal; it just requires apologizing to each person.

Apologizing is nothing; when Aomo compromised on the idea of the three little girls wanting to live here, he also made the mental preparations.

Although this mental preparation was mainly because of Suzi.

Bopang at most causes internal economic drain, while Chazuo is at least hassle-free, as long as Zhouri Ningjing's guy doesn't pop out——

"This place is really cramped, and why is the coffee still instant?"

The black-haired adult horse girl sat nonchalantly at the counter, fiddling with his portable operation screen used to browse the mercenary station's commission board, still holding a cup of coffee that Aomo hadn't had time to drink.

If she could be a bit quieter, Aomo could tentatively regard her as a 1.75-meter Chazuo, just with a shooting star added to her forehead.

But she isn't quiet.

Not only did she sit in the seat belonging to the accountant, task decider, and commission receiver—in other words, Aomo's exclusive seat—but she also kept nagging about his emergency drink.

"Instant coffee is because I was in a hurry; that was originally mine to drink."

Having just returned from apologizing to the last neighbor, Aomo wearily rested his hand on the counter and glanced at the quiet living room.

If Suzi and Xin Tiao Qian aren't here, that's fine; if Bourbon and Chazuo aren't here either——

He slightly tilted his ear, faintly hearing the noise from the direction of the underground lab.

Curiosity knows no distinction between person and horse girl; realizing this, he instead raised his hand to feel for a guest-use cup on the other side of the counter, then walked to the water dispenser to fetch water.

And the horse girl at the counter was still glaring at the coffee cup, frowning:

"What do you mean? Is this your cup?"

"It'll be my cup in ten minutes," Aomo, drinking cool boiled water, turned his head, raised his eyebrows, "Do you really think someone would have prepared coffee for you in advance?"

After saying that, he thought again and added, "I guess Chazuo called you over just on a whim."

"I was suddenly called over to watch the shop for a few minutes; I thought this cup was that kid's reward for me." Zhouri Ningjing sighed and stood up.

"The result is just this undrinkable coffee."

"The coffee machine is in the kitchen; if you want coffee, brew it yourself." Aomo said, walking over to look at the cup that had probably only been sipped once.

Felt deep regret.

Although he liked black coffee and had some tasting ability, early financial problems destined him to often be accompanied by instant coffee, with no talk of being unable to stomach it.

But now it seems, it can only be poured out.

If you feel it's wasteful, just drink it; don't put on that expression.

Miss Zhouri Ningjing generally doesn't care much about gender distinctions, but when Aomo, upon hearing that, simply picked up the cup and headed to the kitchen, saying 'Forget it, just pour it out,' she instead felt the urge to restrain herself from kicking him.

But she also couldn't find the opportunity, because looking at that guy's back, she always felt it was more dangerous than before.

Clearly, she hadn't felt this when they met before, but now, seeing that guy walk toward the kitchen with a coffee cup, she constantly felt a narrow shadow extending from the shadow beneath his feet, scrutinizing her as she followed behind.

This subtle illusion reminded her of a few minutes ago, when she was bored and exploring the second floor.

Upon entering a certain room filled entirely with monster figurines, she had this subtle illusion.

Being stared at by something—not just one thing—that cold, scrutinizing gaze made her especially uncomfortable; moreover, she hadn't intended to pry into others' privacy, so she merely glanced at the furnishings and then retreated back.

She concluded that her sister's housemate was quite eccentric.

And Aomo didn't pay much attention to Zhouri Ningjing's pauses as she followed him; he simply held the coffee cup in one hand and reached into his pocket to press down on the King Ghidorah card.

This thing is clearly just a disposable card like the electronic mechanical Baltan and mechanical Gomora, but it is far from being as quiet and lifeless as its peers.

So far, although the variety in Aomo's card case is fairly rich, it still consists mostly of mechanical bodies, then biological weapons lacking vitality like the Ace Assassin, and only later does it include free-roaming beasts like Arthur King.

Arthur King had become quite violent, already provoked twice by Narita Hakujin's shadow, and would even trigger the Ace Assassin to follow, but once Gratelon and Golden Ancient Bridge appeared, it hardly made a sound at all.

Just as Aomo began to feel peaceful, a 'King Ghidorah' was added to his card case.

This thing surpasses Arthur King in both explosiveness and aggressiveness; even a slight stir can activate it.

For example, the brief hostility shown by Zhouri Ningjing.

That amount of hostility, even just a playful interaction, could make it want to peek out; it's truly overly sensitive, unable to tolerate the slightest provocation.

But considering this thing's nature as a disposable card, it's somewhat overambitious and frail.

How can you not be in a hurry to seek death?

Aomo sighed in his heart.

After pouring out the coffee in the cup, simply rinsing it at the sink, Aomo turned back to see Zhouri Ningjing leaning against the door.

"You seem to have gone through something again."

"I helped catch two lawbreakers again and got a few new cards."

Information of this level is not hard to investigate; Aomo's answer was completely frank, and as he left the kitchen and walked past her, he handed over the rinsed cup.

"?" Zhouri Ningjing, arms crossed in a concave pose, didn't understand its meaning.

"If you're making coffee, just use it as is," Aomo said, pointing to the coffee machine on the kitchen table that hadn't been replaced, provided by Chazuo, "I'll go check the lab."

"You think I'll help you watch the shop?" Zhouri Ningjing's mouth curled into a gloomy cold smile.

"Chazuo's request was only until you returned; it's already over!"

"I'm just suggesting that if you make coffee, it's more convenient this way," Aomo said, expressionlessly shaking the cup in his hand, "When you come back, I'll ask you about the Moon Slack Symbol."

"Moon Slack Symbol?"

Zhouri Ningjing furrowed her brow, then snatched the cup from Aomo's hand.

"Quickly go and come back." She said, heading into the kitchen.

It seems she really does know something...

Seeing her reaction, Aomo, who had only been making casual inquiries, was instead somewhat surprised.

But it was inconvenient to show that surprise, after all he thought that the black-clad Zhouri would likely become angry from embarrassment after being tricked into revealing information.

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Aomo feels grateful for all the living appliances in the office, and does not wish to part ways with any of them over this matter.

Just…

"Right!" He paused his steps, turned back, and poked his head to look at Zhouri Ningjing standing by the coffee machine in the kitchen, Aomo instructed, "Only oil smoke is allowed here."

After a brief silence, black aura rose around the shocked girl.

"……I didn't intend to smoke!"

"Just a reminder."

Aomo raised his hand to press the card box, then hurried away.