Chapter 842: NO. 211: Who isn't an artificial brain?

NO. 211: Who isn't an artificial brain?

Twelve minutes later, the activity room became lively again.

Bopang and Miyu sat at the side watching a video, chatting quietly, while Aizhi sat alone by the window, unconsciously kneading a plush toy in her hand, gazing at the training field in the rain.

The main indoor space was reserved for the two young people and three adult horse girls.

"That… Mr. Lindun, these three are…"

"Qianming Representative, Chengtian Bairen, Zhouri Ningjing—you should know these two."

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for only two days."

"That's not the point! Of course I know them."

"That's Zhouri Ningjing, after all—she really knocked Miyu out, which is enough reason for you to oppose her, I get it~ I can help you deal with her!"

"You want to fight, huh? Qianming Representative!"

"Can we really fight? Though if we start, Bairen will definitely help me, while Aomo doesn't know if he's neutral or on this side—after thinking about it, do you still want to fight?"

"... You…"

"Watch what you say, or you could just leave? Anyway, you're acting like you've eaten gunpowder today, but if you go, the case won't progress and the report will be hard to write—what then?"

Truly frightening… Miss Zhouri Ningjing looks like she's about to grind her teeth to pieces……

Chao Cang Lu sensed a familiar smell, like the tense atmosphere when a roommate and childhood friend confront each other, leaving him and his shadow's companion unable to utter a word.

But wait……

Incident?

He turned his head to see the similarly silent Aomo, who seemed to find this standoff boring, already leaning against the sofa with eyes closed.

Even with his eyes closed, he seemed to sense Xiaolu's gaze and said, "They're acting on a commission and order from the URA Association, likewise investigating that criminal organization's team."

"So there's no need to feel uneasy speaking in front of them."

"Did Aomo know from the start?"

Chao Cang Lu realized that this was supposed to be something he wanted to say at the beginning, but he couldn't figure out how to start.

After all, openly saying "We need to talk about dangerous topics, you step aside" would be a bit difficult for this benevolent Imperial Crown Prince.

"Give them a chance to resolve the hidden issue beforehand; it'll help the conversation go smoothly later."

"Uh… could that be said directly?" Xiaolu lowered his head slightly, worriedly glancing at the two people who had switched topics and were arguing, as well as Bairen, who had been looking that way but turned his head upon hearing this.

"Honesty is part of cooperation, and besides, it's not a bad thing—they'll thank me later for hearing it."

"Gee… feels kind of malicious, Aomo-san."

"As you said," Aomo picked up again the small book he had held when visiting Miyu, and said calmly, "You don't need to feel it; objectively it does seem sinister, but achieving the goal this way would indeed be smoother—though I don't advise you to learn it."

"Huh? Yeah, I don't want to act like that."

We've already helped stop the kidnapping of the deactivated androids, and you're still bringing this up?

He slightly shifted the pages, half-eyed watching Xiaolu's bowed head, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I just wanted to say the learning cost is too high; you don't need to force yourself to change style."

"It feels like Aomo-san is saying I'm stupid."

"Don't force yourself to change style," Aomo repeated, "Your growth is obvious—just like your doubt right now, even if the direction is wrong, the fact that you 'instantly realize' it proves you'll eventually become composed and mature."

"I think the reason your growth curve wasn't obvious before is that you've been staying too much in your 'Nebula Manor,' lacking sufficient interaction and communication with outsiders and strangers."

"Uh…"

"In short, just go out and walk around more, Xiaolu—interacting with acquaintances may be comfortable, but it's hard to achieve noticeable growth."

"Not this, not that!" Chao Cang Lu, putting on an act of avoiding a elder's nagging, waved his hands repeatedly and shouted, "Our topic is getting further and further off track!"

That voice was indeed loud—loud enough that everyone turned their gaze toward it.

Thus the Imperial Crown Prince's voice trailed off again.

You really are another Miyu in this world…… Watching his timid, silent demeanor, Aomo thought helplessly, then immediately clapped his hands together, producing a crisp sound to refocus everyone's attention.

"Indeed, the more we stray off topic. Qianming, have you settled the internal issues on your side?"

"More or less. What's up? Weren't we supposed to wait for Sai Luo and the others to come before talking?"

"Too slow. Let's use another method."

"Another method?"

"For example, like this."

A voice rang directly in his mind, unmistakably Aomo's tone, accompanied by someone's startled exclamation: "Who gave you permission to directly link to my soul!"

Also, an Ultraman in a library kilometers away sent: "How did you suddenly connect? I was still researching micro neutron bomb data with Jie Si Ti Si."

"Micro neutron bomb?! What are you planning to do?!"

"Just adding common knowledge—me and Jie Si Ti Si are time travelers, right? So who are you? Why are you so startled?"

"Anyone who wouldn't be agitated by a direct soul link has a problem! I'm Zhouri Ningjing, a member of the Inquiry Committee of the URA Association."

"Oh, so you're a committee member—but would that normally cause such a reaction? People on my world Earth don't react much to telepathy either."

"Are people on your world Earth brainless?"

"That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"

"Alright, alright, no more small talk." Seeing the topic was about to drift to differences between the two worlds, Aomo finally put a stop to it.

To be honest, having mental safety awareness is actually good; in an environment where source energy is widespread and technology advanced, everyone possesses a standing mental defense, and this kind of one‑sided direct connection usually indicates an overwhelming imbalance between the two parties.

This is highly worth guarding against; Zhouri Ningjing's reaction is a normal response of an Ascendant in this world and era.

By contrast, Qianming and Bairen, who let Aomo suddenly pull them into the channel without complaint, either lack sufficient vigilance or are overly trusting.

"The Alien Business Alliance's criminals installed contact‑triggered micro neutron bombs in the Industrial Park— that's old news; what we need to mention now is that we're running out of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qianming immediately added: "The race is the day after tomorrow; although the venue has added many security teams, and the Association itself has hired numerous high‑rank mercenaries around the racecourse to assist the police headquarters' officers, if they ever needed to act en masse, the race would surely lose its value and the Association would lose face."

Bai Ren also said: "Although we don't mind, but by that point it's hard to guarantee there won't be some mishaps."

"What does it matter! I have to take responsibility!!" This is the sensory roar of Zhouri Ningjing, the only one working at the Association.

"The match is the day after tomorrow afternoon, right? That means we have to try to stop them within a day and a half, or make them change their venue?" Sai Luo felt it was risky, "We also wasted time on the opponent's bait earlier, and it's hard to say whether this time isn't also a smokescreen."

Xiao Lu: "They have Gilbalis's artificial brain making plan adjustments; they can change the plan at any time."

"So we can't let them change their plan to another place, right? At least don't interfere with the match." Bai Ren asked.

"It's difficult, because although we still don't know why they chose that place, this kind of match is already special enough," Aomo said, "Think about it: first, the audience stand itself, a gathering point of intense desire from tens of thousands of beings; then there are all kinds of live broadcasts and relays, which are the spiritual focal point of hundreds of millions of lives."

"From the perspective of source energy, this is a very rare and exaggerated ritual site; from a technological perspective, information entanglement is exceptionally tight; besides, it's a perfect announcement platform, completely capable of using the venue itself to declare some world-level statement."

"Even if it's not those aliens but some local lunatics or fanatics targeting us, it wouldn't be strange."

"This venue indeed has such an appeal."

"No need to worry about this!" Zhouri Ningjing waved a hand, "We just need to figure out why they want to be here, then find a way to eliminate it!"

"Exactly!" Bai Ren, who also sought simplicity and clarity, nodded.

"That's how it is, do you have any leads?" Jie Si Ti Si asked after listening for a while.

Then the sensory link fell into a brief silence, after which Zhouri Ningjing broke the quiet: "So I came to find this kid Aomo Lindun! And I brought these two guys along!"

"That sounds like you have high hopes for me."

"Although I don't want to admit it, you kid will surely find a way, right!"

"Don't say I'm like a blue-and-white raccoon cat; I'm just a degraded version of Gilbalis, having considered various bad factors in advance and prepared for them."

"You have no way?"

"It's not that there's none; at least the chairman of Yabo Monster Limited Company, one of the major affiliates of the Alien Business Alliance, has decided to stand with us. The affiliate network he holds, as well as his right to participate in meetings, gives us a chance to confront the Alliance's core directly."

"Then that's enough; we can just sweep them all away!"

"It's clear you're being driven crazy by the higher-ups, able to say such things as if you were the Ultraman warrior."

"*&*&! @￥#%￥￥#!"

"I know you're anxious, but don't rush; even that chairman doesn't know the contents of the artificial Bebiria plan, let alone have access to the transaction core, showing how tightly the opponent seals their information."

"We need to discuss a more secure and thorough intelligence-gathering operation."

"This won't be something that can be finished by just one person going up to negotiate with the opponent," Qianming added, "but the chance to make contact might be only this once."

"Yes, they can make mistakes countless times, with an artificial brain constantly pulling up plan B for them, but we can't; right now the most crucial opportunity is this one."

"So don't rush; next I'll drag the chairman of Yablu into the chat, everyone will pool ideas, and when we devise the plan we also have to fill the gaps."