Chapter 513: NO.96: An Unexpected Little Tail

NO. 96: An Unexpected Little Tail

Over here!! Over here!! Come this way!!

When Aomo, dressed in an ordinary suit, walked through the door, the lively police officer poked half her head out of the private room and waved at him vigorously.

Across from her, the witch who had temporarily taken off her hat poked her head out, not imitating the officer's enthusiasm but instead showing a bit of abnormality.

This abnormality is easy to understand, for as soon as he entered the room he unconsciously glanced around and discovered many big shots who only knew him one‑sidedly.

Whether they were certain fully evolved or ultimate Digimon deliberately shrunk to human size for easier communication and eating, or a few officials from the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and the General Police Directorate who had appeared in news interviews, as well as some well‑known mercenaries, sublimators, and servants, they still bore the lingering scent of gunpowder.

They were practically fresh off the battlefield, still not adjusted from that meat‑grinder state.

Of course, coming to this place is largely for the purpose of adjusting their condition.

After all, this is a bar.

Who is the bartender?

Under the gaze of some people, Aomo walked to the semi‑closed booth that looked like just a wooden fence, waved slightly at the beast‑witch, who then shifted inward on the bench to make room for him.

This also made the officer who had been about to vacate a seat beside him look a bit stiff.

Your first sentence upon coming over is actually asking this?

Probably because her colleagues and even her superiors were not far away, the officer merely shook her head in displeasure and turned her gaze to the bar counter diagonally opposite the booth——

——there was an Ultraman who had not assumed a human form, shaking a cocktail shaker.

Judging by the color, he was also a Red Tribe with considerable combat talent.

That was Aomo's view.

As for this officer, the Office of the Land of Light had never entered her sphere of contact, so she didn't care about red, blue, or silver; she merely glanced and then turned her head back:

I don't know; anyone can go there, as long as you don't shove it onto others.

So it was a spur‑of‑the‑moment idea. Aomo nodded, and he also still remembered that the bar's exterior sign still bore some alien script.

The reason he asked this question was that obtaining this answer would explain the bar's entire situation.

The criminals' enterprise, while being temporarily commandeered, lacked actual order.

Rather than a bar, it resembled a public venue where even getting drinks was self‑serve, done by oneself.

What kept this space relatively quiet was the dignified bearing of the big shots, together with their habitual awe of the small fry.

What spur‑of‑the‑moment idea? Obviously not in work mode, Miss Shi Huaiya could not follow Aomo's train of thought.

When she spoke those words, she even had her elbow propped on the table, her palm supporting her cheek as she gazed at the bar hall, openly showing her foul mood.

Even so, she lifted her other hand and pushed the water cup at the edge toward Aomo.

"……" Looking at the water cup, Aomo fell silent for a moment.

Considering this was originally a bar opened by some alien, aimed at more aliens, that dark‑purple liquid……

Pure grape soda, I have some myself!

Obviously the Phelan officer, noticing Aomo's reaction from the corner of her eye, immediately turned her head and pointed at the back of her cup that still held some purple liquid, her tiger ears twitching slightly upright.

You're really not giving face!

As an apology, I will fully cooperate with the upcoming Q&A however you like.

He lifted the water cup, took a sip, Aomo gave a helpless smile, and pulled out a fold‑out glasses frame from his pocket, perching it on his nose.

The reason for 'not giving face' was the same as for most of the bar's patrons: his condition hadn't been adjusted. Although ordinary Aomo would also observe and think this way, he would usually respond smoothly enough.

Rather than feeling there's a problem and just avoiding it, speaking up hits the core that best explains this scene.

But this is also unnecessary.

This is not a battlefield, and the people here do not need interrogation.

You should naturally cooperate fully! This is a basic right that police personnel can exercise in their work!

Shi Huaiya said, glancing at the beast‑witch beside Aomo and pursing her lips, she didn't continue to emphasize, merely raising a hand to her forehead: 'Forget it, forget it, let's get straight to the point!'

Thanks for your magnanimity, Missy.

Don't give me that! That bear‑star guy says the same when he borrows money from me! And I don't pursue it just out of pity, thinking you're pretty feisty!

?

Feisty enough?

Aomo was a bit doubtful; seeing the girl opposite still wearing a helpless expression, he tentatively asked:

Was my application for card recycling rejected?

No, that wasn't it; hardly anyone wants monster cards, and the threshold is still quite high.

Not high… at least if you're a remote‑control operator it's still simple; what really tests the mind is fusion.

Aomo muttered to himself.

Even Commander Black would go mad from fusing monsters.

The Demon's sharp words merely push reason aside; what truly drives madness is that the disordered heart cannot bear the darkness reflected by the cards.

So……

Aomo then recalled another unpleasant possibility.

Are the cards damaged?

Having experienced 'saving cards in an explosion,' he inevitably harbors a shadow toward this situation, which is also one of the reasons Aomo willingly steps back to the second line——

——aside from wanting to slack off, his habit of going all‑out when he does things himself is also a major problem.

If it were those police officers, it would be different.

The Gate District adheres to the consistent style of East Asian police stations and does not rush to kill suspects like the Americ District police.

When they can arrest, they prioritize arrest, and have not lost their original intent due to the development of resurrection technology.

Entrusting them is basically reliable; that's what Aomo thought at the time.

That's indeed the case.

No, and all three monster cards are exactly as you expected, with no signs of unstable energy.

Then that's good.

Plus, Commander Blake faces a minimum sentence of 700 years in prison, but given the huge impact of this matter, a formal court verdict will be handed down in a few days—do you want to come watch?

"... Not coming?" Aomo still remembered his small goal.

First, be a cyber hermit for a while!

And what if stirring up the past provokes them?

Thinking that, he saw the other person stroking their chin: "Don't you want to admire your own masterpiece?"

"... Are you treating me like a criminal?"

"You're reacting this fast—you must be aware of it~" Shi Huaiya smirked. "Do you know how they're calling you inside the police station now? Want to guess?"

"Can I refuse?" Aomo showed some hesitation.

Guessing a code name without information…… setting aside the difficulty itself, at least Aomo could tell this nickname might not be so easy to accept.

Obviously having extracted enough fun from Aomo's reaction, the little tiger even said without pressing the advantage: "It doesn't matter; you'll find out sooner or later, so just look forward to it."

"You won't still have a public awards ceremony, will you?"

"Not exactly; I know what you're worried about—relax~! Relax~"

"Saying you'll find out sooner or later when there's no such possibility only makes people more uneasy, right?"

Aomo fell silent for a moment, faintly sensing the flavor of 'inevitable'.

Since it's an unavoidable storm, all we can do is face it calmly—Aomo didn't much care whether he'd end up with a huge messy hairstyle.

At worst, we just extend the time of our cyber hermitage—right…?

"By the way, Tewei'er… how's the Metron alien doing?"

"To be honest, not very optimistic—though his body is recovering well, his spirit…" Shi Huaiya hesitated.

"In this day and age, repairing the spirit isn't hard," Aomo pushed up his glasses, slightly frowning, "is his spirit imprisoned somewhere?"

Healing a damaged spirit needs no hesitation, but a missing spirit requires deliberation over whether to fabricate a replacement.

In Dongyan's concept of the three hun and seven po, even if one hun or po is missing, they would not prioritize fabricating a substitute; instead, they try to recall and retrieve as much as possible.

Spirit and soul, like organs, are prone to rejection reactions.

The problem of organ rejection has long been overcome, but spiritual rejection remains a widespread unsolved difficulty today.

Based on this, he proposed a hypothesis, since that Metron alien had once been attached to a simulated constancy.

According to common knowledge in the Digimon community, the special children linked to Digimon—spiritual transmigration, and even the possibility of full transmigration—are still quite high.

And when he asked that, the other person's nod also confirmed his speculation.

"In that new world…"

Shi Huaiya lowered her head slightly, not meeting Aomo's gaze; she obviously felt some guilt about this.

Although Aomo had brought the informant back, the police medical team could not guarantee the informant's condition was fully intact.

We captured all surviving criminals; after the fusion beast of Fayibas and Dasfas was destroyed, the new world's mainframe remained stalled, so theoretically he couldn't have stayed there.

Theory is just theory.

"Indeed…" Upon hearing that, Shi Huaiya also found it hard to refute.

Looking again at him picking up his water cup anew, sipping the sparkling water bit by bit, his gaze turned elsewhere—Aomo, evidently deep in thought, she quickly added: "But we can ensure his physical body remains intact; as long as his spirit returns, relying on the innate bond between spirit and flesh, he will recover instantly."

Moreover, according to information obtained by the interrogation-related technical staff, the factory in that new world hasn't started up yet, so there should be nothing threatening him; we just need to wait—"Bicuikes, can you help me contact someone?"

"Huh?"

Shi Huaiya blinked, not because Aomo suddenly called her name—back when Aomo, holding Lindon's card, got knocked back during the drill, she had also exclaimed his name in surprise.

During that feigned near-death self-directed performance, in her panic she proactively discarded the overly formal title he used.

What she froze on was still the gesture of him seemingly contacting someone on his sliding screen—a brain honed by work to be both agile and vigilant couldn't figure out what he might do.

She couldn't think of it, but she could still keep up.

"Who to contact?" She almost immediately pulled out her walkie-talkie from her pocket, and also took out her phone: "If it's the police department, I can reach anyone; outside, it depends on which organization."

It shouldn't be hard to get in touch—a man named Jie Si Ti Si who can transform into a combat aircraft, whose public identity should be a super agent, and he's also in this world…

Aomo said that, glancing at the account with the same name that hadn't replied, then gestured to the witch beast to stand up.

Please check his location online.

"'Sure~' Seeing her partner so earnest, the witch beast, though reluctant to rise, still picked up the pointed hat on the table and put it on."

Seeing her again grab the broom and dive straight into the screen, Aomo then turned back to add to Shi Huaiya, who was flipping through the list of assistants for this case:

He should still be in battle, and has some connection with Chaldea over there—can we find him?

A thousand monthly tickets have been seen—thanks everyone, I'll add more later.

(End of chapter)