Chapter 781: NO.150: Shouldn't you reflect a bit?

NO. 150: Shouldn't you reflect a bit?

【Vega: Acupuncture has ended.】

——Vega withdrew a message——

【Vega: Parents' words… don't take them to heart】-17min ago

【Vega: When you come back… would you like some tea?】-9min ago

——Vega withdrew a message——

【Yuehuanshe:?】-4min ago

【Vega: How much longer until you're free? If it's soft pork floss bread… it would go pretty well with tea.】-3min ago

【Yuehuanshe: Probably still need eleven or twelve minutes to free up time, tea… actually that's true, I'll bring some too when the time comes.】-1min ago

【Vega: ……No, I mean if I come to make tea… would you want to drink it?】

What kind of prank prelude is this?

At the current sole interface between the present and the outside network, Aomo's finger hovered above the screen, and for a moment he hesitated.

His impression of Miss Vega was still that, before the action, it was undoubtedly a strong dissatisfaction leading to roundabout rejection, and then this kind of unimaginable turn.

Not to mention the force of this shift in wind, just this direct expression of friendliness is already somewhat strange.

Enough to make him subconsciously drag the progress bar, repeatedly confirming the previous conversation:

——In this… there really isn't any code, right?

Being in Central Tressen, it's unlikely there's any chance of being kidnapped, and if it's Sis-san's extreme maneuver……

That style would instead not be this reserved.

So…… what exactly happened?

He glanced over to the distance where a super agent, dragging an injured body, was recounting experiences with the 'Iga Chestnut Person', then looked over to the distance where Chao Cang Lu stood beside Qiwei looking at the screen, and Aomo turned his head back.

【Yuehuanshe: I will be very much looking forward to it】

After typing this response, he then waited another half minute.

There was no reply from that side.

So he then relievedly cleared the light screen, and his hanging heart also settled a bit.

This awkwardness, seeming almost impolite, not ending the conversation with a greeting, is indeed exactly his nature.

Actually, upon re-examining the chat log, one can indeed be certain it's Aimu Zhiji herself operating, only with a bit more of that self-tugging hesitation and anguish.

So the crux of everything still lies in the reason for having to change one's attitude.

Reason… what reason could there be……

Aomo, in his contemplation, looked back and saw the distant firelight and explosions that had persisted for a long time.

The tall, thin demon with mechanical arms retreated into the magic circle, the tacky-smiling cowgirl wielding dual guns gave chase at high speed—those were the Bar Beast x and the Bellstar Beast.

Aomo abided by his earlier words, neither helping nor obstructing.

He just watched from afar as the two disappeared into the magic circle, then after a minute, a sudden series of gunshots constructed shattered code, and the Bellstar Beast burst out amidst countless spatial shards, appearing rather spry in its return.

But his face showed undisguised ill fortune.

Almost at the same time, Aomo also received an anonymous message: 【Payment due】.

It was evident that the Bellstar Beast's attempt to slay the Bar Beast x for the XXXth time had failed again.

"If you can lure it out again next time, could you give me a heads‑up!"

She even walked up to Aomo and said just that, causing his face to show a hint of helplessness.

"Doing that once, I'm afraid you won't see the other side appear again."

"That's true."

Just like that, easily, the Bellstar Beast was persuaded.

"Better to leave it be until we can guarantee a one‑hit kill."

But less than two seconds later she turned back: "How about you give me a hand?"

This somewhat surprised Aomo, after all, up to now the Bellstar Beast has been obsessed with solo kills, not seeking help.

In less than an hour, have two people undergone such a drastic change of heart?

Could today be some sort of extraordinary day?

He began to consult the almanac, and spoke solemnly:

"I can take on the role of mediator."

"After all, the other party is Bi Ze's Digimon partner."

"Tsk, can't he just switch partners?"

"Nowadays there are plenty of Digimon wanting human partners."

Although the Bellstar Beast felt some disdain, it still nominally respected its partner's friend, never uttering "I don't care what he does."

Having lingered in Aomo's terminal for a long time, even without direct interaction, one could come to know this person through occasional eavesdropping on chats—then you can imagine, with Aomo and Bi Ze chatting about everything from north to south, not lacking in trash talk, what kind of subtle observation experience this would be.

For a Digimon, this is an immeasurable bad influence.

Thus, the Bellstar Beast is not exactly a novice in anthropology, nor an expert, and while its attitude toward Bi Ze isn't terrible, it isn't much better either.

"I think, just because there are replacements doesn't mean we should discard the present," Aomo said calmly, "in this world there are also many who could replace me as your partner, but do you have the patience to seek them out and get used to them from scratch?"

"If they were, they wouldn't care whether Bi Ze lives or dies."

"No patience." The Bellstar Beast answered without hesitation, which is one of her strengths in this form.

"I've always even thought humans are quite troublesome."

"But Digimon are the same; ultimately, once they have a self, life will manifest in myriad ways," Aomo shook his head, "Digimon mostly remain simple because their data volume is low, but as it grows they will change, and to some extent they will gravitate toward humanity."

"That's also true," the Bellstar Beast, persuaded once more, glanced at her hand‑held triple‑barrel gun, "Well, let's not talk about this—how's your investigation going?"

She turned her head to look at the distant cityscape, which was monotonous in color yet still revealed its misery.

Buildings with stable data volume were all askew; those with fragile data volume had already become ruins, while the buildings once shrouded in the one‑trillion‑degree fireball of Evil Ash Jetton—now they constitute a lava zone spanning several li.

The central building showed no trace at all.

Such power would make her more keenly aware that her partner's destructive force surpasses her own.

Even if she could rely on expanding data volume to assume a 'giant‑sized' stance for battle, all her skills are concentrated in her armaments—namely the bullets in her hand and the soles of her shoes.

She focuses more on one‑on‑one combat than on destructive power, the realm of 'who can dig a bigger hole'.

Digging a big hole is useless; right now the focus isn't on gathering intelligence, is it!

Her body was again wrapped in azure and jet‑black data bands, then turned into black flames that leapt onto Aomo's wrist, restoring her red‑robed witch form: "Want a hand?"

She was annoyed that the Bar Beast X had gotten away, and she thought about finding something to do to shift her mood.

Work was a decent option, but her slack‑off heart would faintly ache, so she had a remedial next line:

"Or if somebody needs interrogating, I can devolve back."

She still felt this was more satisfying.

The underlying data of the Beelstar Beast encompassed the combined concept of Beelzebub and a female outlaw of the West, giving it a somewhat unique understanding of intimidation and tormenting others.

But that's all there is to it.

Although intimidation and torture can be combined into an 'interrogation' technique, interrogation itself remains a separate and profound skill.

It cannot be grasped merely by fusing a Western cowgirl with the aspect of the Fly King who governs 'gluttony'.

Aomo understood she just wanted to find something to do, so he pointed to those on the fringes—people who, even together, weren't very orderly and had many disputes.

"Just pick a few at random, don't go overboard—Biquetes and the others still need to come take them into custody."

"That tiger woman again," she said, shifting back into the Beelstar Beast within Aomo's rebounding digital spirit, pursing her lips, "By human standards, how much merit have you racked up for her?"

"Mutual benefit—I also look forward to her feeding back clues," Aomo said calmly.

"And if such an opportunity arises, we'd certainly prioritize acquaintances—it's also a kind of investment."

"What a hassle."

"If I turned back into a witch beast, I wouldn't think that way."

"I'm a Beelstar Beast right now!"

"Indeed, then Lady. Beelstar, go relax."

"Off I go!"

The cowgirl's steps vanished like a gust of wind, her eager demeanor leaving Aomo dumbfounded; he mused that even a Digimon has a side unknown day‑to‑day, and he also thought this hobby wasn't very wholesome.

The harmless people and animals around me are really becoming fewer and fewer.