Chapter 472: with translation of chapter title

NO. 55: Haha, he had the Barbaric Beast X help.

In the digital realm, everything is governed by numbers themselves.

Even time is no exception.

When your perception of the flow of time begins to become disordered, and you realize that the 24 hours here do not match the outside world, you might choose to wait here for your favorite anime or novel to finish.

It could also be like Qianming representative, thinking this place could probably become a kind of training ground.

Just like the Room of Spirit and Time in Dragon ○.

Of course, as a horse girl, moreover a horse girl with a trainer's license, it's not strange for her to have such a sudden inspiration, but right now there are obviously more pressing matters.

—she is still 'drawing lots', but her Duìyou has gone missing.

This is not really worth being surprised about.

After all, this so-called 'Duìyou relationship' inherently contains a lot of moisture; although everyone has two-letter nicknames, S. S does not hide her dislike for C. B.

Thus, choosing to split up again, the other party directly deleting contact methods is quite natural.

Of course.

Considering the men and women of Chaldea, and even those with a dinosaur-like appearance whose gender is hard to tell, working so hard, Zhouri Ningjing directly bumping into those so-called servants and then having their movement restricted is not impossible.

But given the current distance, if something really happened, no matter how big the commotion, I wouldn't be able to see it.

But if that were the case, at least some news would probably come through.

Even if you don't acknowledge this Duìyou, you should still recognize your own utility—being able to relieve her urgent need, right?

After all, she had once conducted a detailed investigation and tailed Zhouri Ningjing for a while; Qianming representative believes she still fairly understands this black Zhouri's manner of handling things and thought process, and of course, if compared to Aomo trainer...

Well, that's not important.

Qianming representative, who finds it hard to judge and thus simply refrains from judging, picked up again the terminal on the unconscious alien before her.

Such corpse-searching behavior, she has performed it over a hundred times in these twenty-plus hours, already resembling a professional battlefield cleanup specialist; her movements are clean and swift, yet she can also add some fancy tosses and spins without affecting operation.

Thus, one can imagine how tedious this investigation process is.

Racing to gather information faster than Chaldea's side, while hoping to bump into key intel—this is essentially a speed contest, as well as a lottery.

Since it's a speed contest, one cannot take the ordinary route.

To this end, Qianming representative even gave up her usual liking for infiltration role-play, opting for a simple and brutal approach.

Infiltrate the facility, knock out the aliens, seize their communication and data storage devices, and, relying on her mastered data manipulation skills, conduct targeted inspection.

This procedure... you can't say it's not Detective work.

Modern online detectives basically work this way: hit one, then after beating them, search the spoils for information.

Compared to the Holmes of Crime and Punishment, it's more like the Batman from Arkham Knight.

Miss Qianming obviously favors traditional detective methods, but in exigent circumstances she carries out this operation without hesitation.

And she does not doubt that the Zhouri committee is also adopting the same strategy.

But this strategy is also truly a lottery.

After all, this world.

The connection points of these different buildings are extremely twisted, as if the base could deform and splice at any moment; it's really too large, with too many staff.

I originally thought there would only be a few dozen executives, hundreds or thousands of staff level, but who knew the base grew to this extent, and it's not even empty—

—aside from some strangely appearing aliens that don't hide anything at all, there are also huge numbers of... mosquito-coil-eyed aliens that seem to have walked out of the same cloning chamber.

They work, patrol, and loaf around in the different buildings.

Based on current observations, it feels like at least tens of thousands.

Are these aliens using cloning technology to produce cannon fodder?

Still lacking understanding of the Bora Bora star people, this extraterrestrial race, unclear whether they are more like space pirates or rather like space insects, each capable of producing ten thousand, Qianming naturally muttered to herself.

However, one can see that these 'clones' seem to have insufficient vocal ability, only shouting 'Bora Bora', and actual communication still relies entirely on the devices in their hands.

What Qianming wants is precisely this kind of device.

Language barrier aside, at least the devices they use are based on the federal system's operation template; the computer language carrier is always the same.

From there, she contacts and deceives superiors, then goes to hit a blunt stick; Qianming's familiarity with this follow-the-vine-to-find-the-melon procedure has gone from occasional mishaps at the start to being second nature now.

Given the premise of ensuring a continuous stream of clues, she actually hopes that the superiors' targets are these mosquito-coil-faced clones.

At least these aliens' bodily structures are roughly similar to humans, so the anatomical knowledge learned in a medical specialty course can also be applied.

Unlike the few encountered earlier who looked like crystal Gundam, deep divers, or dinosaur people—where mismatched bone counts might be excusable—they directly have exoskeletons and fish scales for shock absorption, which is somewhat excessive.

It's also hard to gauge their strength; using too much force makes one worry about beating them to death.

After encountering them several times, one feels it would be better to just see again those shouting 'Bora Bora'.

But that's just my own worry.

If it were replaced by that Zhouri committee member...

Qianming's finger sliding across the screen paused; she lifted her head to look at the corridor ventilation duct, her face showing a rare expression of being at a loss.

I hope the aliens here have at least decent crimes; otherwise, it's really becoming harder and harder to face Chazuo's little girl.

During the process of sparring with Aomo trainer, her impression of Chazuo was originally quite good.

But thinking of Zhouri Ningjing, who resembles her eighty percent in appearance, with that overly similar face and completely identical back, it's easy for impressions to overlay, intertwining into an exceedingly subtle image.

She is also quite curious how Aomo trainer views this; she can't believe the other party hasn't experienced this situation herself.

Aomo trainer has even cooperated in action with the Zhouri committee!

When facing a collaborator who is a dangerous criminal accused of multiple murder cases, what he thinks, Qianming is equally curious.

But now...

"Indeed, not a suitable Watson after all..."

She tried dialing Zhouri Ningjing's number again; in this data realm without network or communication frequency shielding, the dial tone response was merely no one answering, not any out-of-service area.

【Stable-running novel app for many years, comparable to the old version chase-worm app that everyone uses, the source-switching App, huanyuanapp.】

Thus it became even more puzzling.

Zhouri Ningjing was not tranquil; she was not a horse girl who could patiently wait for the noisy bell to finish its normal broadcast.

The other party must have encountered something.

Taking another look at that overly distant location, running back isn't hard, but it's also quite a waste of time.

Want to go back and have a look?

「……」

She pulled out her phone from her pocket, glanced at the time corresponding to reality, then glanced back down the deep corridor, sighed, stepped forward, and burst into a sprint.

"She went back, probably to look for Zhouri Ningjing."

Actually, deep in that corridor, the beast that isn't good at sneaking and tracking came out from the corner, with a linked live broadcast screen beside it.

"Is my work over? It's going to be boring, eh, Zhouri Ningjing that guy is just in a bad mood and doesn't want to pick up her call, right?"

"Eh? Still have to continue?"

"Fine, it's also good not to have to look at those horse girl materials; later when you're staying up late yourself, don't come begging me for help."