Chapter 274: NO. 36: Sunday rushes to the main courtyard

NO. 36: Sunday rushes to the main courtyard

After dinner, in the evening, Aomo prepares to set out.

Of course, before leaving, he also doesn't forget to greet the three ladies at the office, especially Ailisuzhi.

When she focuses, it's as if she has stepped into the Heartflow realm, paying no heed to the outside world, but when she comes to her senses, her concern for everything around rebounds, becoming especially intense.

The concrete manifestation is that she is quite sensitive to changes around her, constantly asking in a subtle state: "Where did Chazuo go? Where did Bo Pang go? Where did the Guinea Pig Lord go? Guinea Pig Lord?"

But compared to this irritable state due to loneliness, when Aomo greets her, she is clearly in another state with Xin Tiao——

"Ah? What is this? Record saving? Save it for a moment, ah? What is this? ……"

"Hehehe! It's a little snake… come, come see my… new masterpiece! Suzi's plan just won't do, we still need to… hahaha, I am, after all, a great god!"

During meals she still seems fairly normal, but after being put back in the lab for less than half an hour she shows this foolish and drunken look, and Aomo still notifies Bo Pang and Chazuo to come down and carry these two away.

Even if she tried to resist being moved, this state is still quite aggravating.

Although horse girls possess terrifying physical ability and strength advantages, their weight is not much different from that of ordinary human women.

This is also their main disadvantage.

Although their bone and muscle strength has been somewhat enhanced, they have not truly developed in a non-human direction, so their sports injury frequency remains high.

"Really aggravating."

Beside her, Zhouri Ningjing put that down, Aomo.

After several hours had passed, her mood had already been soothed by Chazuo, but when facing Aomo she would again put on her initial scowl, as if she wanted to seize Aomo's mother.

Aomo is clearly indifferent, in both senses.

So he merely stood at the basement entrance, overlooking the basement, muttering: "There's no reason……"

"What's unreasonable? Look at the surveillance yourself." Zhouri Ningjing obviously didn't intend to waste time on this, and directly tossed him a portable screen.

Aomo steadily received the screen and then slid the progress bar.

The half-hour recording wasn't long; Aomo quickly saw Xin Tiao Qian dissecting the organization of Xilizan, while Suzi was injecting reagents into the sliced tissue—then suddenly a conspicuous colored gas burst out.

Those two then began to show early-stage symptoms.

"Probably some kind of ultra-fast fermentation gas," he returned the screen to her, Aomo dragged text on the light screen, "Being able to penetrate Suzi and Xin Tiao's gas masks is also special; let them lie down on the home treatment device first."

The mercenary office's standard emergency treatment device, which injured mercenaries easily get wounded and still haven't used, was instead first given to the two researchers, which also left him somewhat speechless.

He said that, and then saw a message from Chazuo confirming the treatment device was operating normally, and he also relaxed.

The standard for normal operation is being able to treat and handle, which doesn't take long.

And Zhouri Ningjing glanced at his relaxed posture and also sneered: "You should get used to this."

"Just seeing Suzi encounter this kind of thing, it's happened more than seven times already, and that Chazuo kid is also a seasoned hand."

The black-haired horse girl sneered, stuffing the portable screen into a pocket that shouldn't have been able to hold such a thing.

"Shouldn't we be leaving? Even before leaving we can still cause this kind of trouble; that guy is still the same old hassle, now it's double trouble."

"Yeah, let's go."

——

Under the dim sky, streetlights were gradually lighting up.

During rush hour after work, the lanes are notoriously congested, but this also demonstrates the advantage of motorcycles.

Even a heavy motorcycle offers more maneuvering space than a car and won't be too hindered by road conditions at this time.

Moreover, there are no passengers on his vehicle, so some relatively dangerous driving techniques need not be worried about.

Yes, there are no passengers.

Although there are only two of them and there is enough space, Zhouri Ningjing still does not intend to share a ride with him, so she waits in Aomo's standby terminal.

Yet this does not prevent her from speaking.

Having already advised and angered, as long as it's confirmed that Aomo wants to investigate the Symbol family's affairs, Zhouri Ningjing is still willing to join as an ally.

This was naturally within Aomo's expectations, which is why he had those remarks about "Sunday's black night".

Moreover, it is worth noting that today is indeed Sunday.

Those on vacation never care what day of the week it is, while those without vacation despair at the impending Monday.

This has nothing to do with freelancers; regardless, if there's work you do it, if not you still run around for safety—although there is currently no clear evidence that Moon Slack Symbol truly threatens his safety.

Besides, being idle is just being idle; Xin Tiao is immersed in new research and won't drag him into gaming, Bi Ze is also busy over there, and half an hour ago he even sent a private message asking him "Want a friendship edit version?"

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It seems there is some major issue in the works involving Ultraman Orb, making him feel he can't just dump it all on himself.

Aomo hesitated a bit, but still thought he should accept them wholesale, after all he collects those things not just for pure appreciation, but more as a consideration for obtaining information.

Then Bi Ze's response came across as quite pitying, and he said that since it's come to this, he would also try to bundle the subsequent works together and give him an eye wash.

No…… has it already come to the point of needing an eye wash?

Although not to the point of starting to regret, this performance really makes Aomo feel a bit uneasy, wondering just how big a problem this Ultraman Orb installment is to have reached this point.

But this unease also doesn't last half an hour.

At this moment, Aomo had just crossed the boundary between the exotic and the surface, when he suddenly heard Zhouri Ningjing's voice: "Why are you still not planning to stop?"

Having remained silent until now, still deciding to speak… Aomo glanced at the lit screen, still thinking this silent standoff would last until the destination.

"What hands to collect? I recall when Miss Rudolf came, you told me information was being delivered to the door."

"You also said Rudolf's tone, manner of address, and such, plus her stance and sincerity—is that all fake?" A muffled question came again from the screen, its dullness overpowering Aomo's motorcycle helmet.

In response, Aomo's reply was only two words:

"Truth."

"Have you really wavered?"

"Hmm, I would also think that if I insisted on making contact, compared to wasting the other's dissuasion, am I instead trampling on their feelings?"

Aomo said, "I don't think that kind of Ludaofu Xiangzheng is more common."

"Rather, perhaps no one has seen it— the emperor who addresses trainers as 'you' isn't really an emperor; he's more like a student."

He said, on the motorbike helmet that was bright silver with a few streaks of black pattern, its anti‑glare, wind‑proof lens faced the road's lights.

It flickered uncertainly.

"Or more accurately, like a minor."

"Trampling a minor's feelings would make me feel like a worse person."

"Ha!" came an unsurprised snicker from the light screen.

"Didn't you used to not think of yourself as a worse person? Wantonly crossing the high wall others secretly built."

"Indeed I don't, after all my original intention is merely observation; generally speaking, an observer really doesn't need much interaction with the observed."

Aomo said calmly.

Without waiting for a reply, he added, "Just lately, it seems impossible to avoid getting worse and worse."

"Have you given up?"

"I want to see what kind of place would make the emperor, when sincerely dissuading others from getting involved, act like a symbolist of a minor."

He answered off‑topic, turning his head.

In that instant, the helmet's lens reflected the light screen, casting a pale glow in the darkness.

"Especially curious!"