Chapter 879: No. 2: This is something you won't miss this time

No. 2: This is something you won't miss this time.

In fact, up to October 14, Aomo wasn't considered busy.

After all, a trainer's job isn't hands‑on training with the horse girls; although the series of troubles brought by Aimu Zhiji's victory were many, they were all problems that could be settled at the start of the month.

Winning the short‑distance horse girl Grand Prix was a noticeable purge of fans; although he still receives threatening messages, emails, and even parcels from radical fans, that merely adds work for the police.

It even adds to Aomo's own performance—using Penguin Logistics to ship goods to Penguin Logistics' 'internal temporary worker'.

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Although it's fully understandable, after all Penguin Logistics really is a mudslide in the Jiemen District's logistics.

Willing to take shipments of goods with unknown origins, reviews pour in!

Taking more shipments of normally sourced goods, mostly good reviews!

At first glance, some shady things just need to be handed to Penguin Logistics, but have you ever wondered why there are no negative reviews?

Fanatical celebrity chasing effectively lowers IQ, and Aomo feels this situation is itself an argument.

Its low intelligence level is second only to the cultist element in emails—those guys don't know if they've been listening to too much evil‑god ASMR daily; the email content is fragmented and meaningless.

Those with clear meaning can even write their own address and phone number in.

Rather than being stoned, it's more like seeing a little person, then laying everything out for them, which saves the police trouble.

Fanatical celebrity chasing and fanatical religion really aren't that different; in fact, the definition of 'idol' originally served religious belief.

Clay figurines and stone statues are all idols, referring to objects of worship.

And those who make idols—trainers, agents, and the like—are essentially cult leaders (x).

Leaving aside the yellow‑shirt fans, if Aizhi's fans are this stupid, he can only first send them to labor reform.

This also counts as improving fan quality.

Leaving small talk aside, aside from handling reporters and fans, Aomo is relatively relaxed at other times.

Especially after finally receiving word from the police, being permitted to join the Cosmic Alien Business Alliance's 'Remains' investigation, and then encountering a somewhat hollow Gatanjehe in another world.

Although frequently drawn by Xitaer and company for mass‑production of cards, he appears physically weak and not at all like an evil god.

But once a full card is made, it is far stronger than the temporary cards scavenged from Zhouri Ningjing, which after one use can only be used about one or two times (depending on usage intensity).

It also makes a better gift for Chazuo.

At that time, Aomo noticed that Gatanjehe's condition was completely off; during the secret‑key power‑drawing process, the uptake even paused once, as if there was a bad connection or a download error.

But he merely thought this was the result of being put through the wringer by Lei Buduoduo and Xitaer and company.

On the contrary, after five normal workdays into October came the weekend; intending to counter Bi Ze, he decided to visit a monster breeding farm.

Of course, he didn't forget to invite Qian; upon hearing they were going to the monster zoo, she had no reason to refuse.

Hmm, monster zoo.

Although Aomo repeatedly pointed out that it was a breeding farm with wild monsters and an illegal industry, she still insisted on calling it a monster zoo.

If she wants to call it that, let her…… Aomo isn't a stickler for correcting names; he just feels that this place, as part of the information Evolto used to make amends, isn't necessarily easy or safe, and approaching it with a playful mindset is definitely risky.

But the result……

It really was like a zoo.

And it was a zoo open in winter.

It stood out that the animals were listless and unwilling to appear in public.

Only inside the single‑room large glass house could one see them engaging in some activity, which reminded Aomo of when he responded to a first‑year high‑school class activity call and visited the giant panda breeding base.

It was completely a pure lazy dog in artistic style.

Not only a lazy dog, but when Aomo approached, even their mode of existence wasn't very stable—far more evident than the initial Gatanjehe's level‑separation visuals, which kept appearing, causing Qian to look at him in surprise.

This also caused the originally relaxing outing to come to nothing.

He and Qian soon returned.

Thus began the overtime mentioned by Jie Si Ti Si.

Pulling Jie Si Ti Si along.

In fact, after the Grand Prix, Aomo pulled him to the office for overtime due to needing to investigate something, and now it's just a more urgent repeat.

Worth mentioning is that wages were still paid.

Besides her, Qian and Suzi also participated, attempting to analyze Aomo's current state with the equipment on hand.

Even so, the harvest was not ideal.

But just as this investigation was nearly stalling, Aomo received a call appointment from Yabulu.

The latter was coming to pay a visit.

You could come at just the right time.

"If the hidden danger can truly be resolved, then merely providing equipment and technical assistance is only natural; although it's not as immediately intuitive as the screen you mentioned, once it involves data monitoring there's also the troublesome issue of a brief interruption in vital signs."

Yabulu's cheerful yet troubled demeanor also made Aomo suspect that the other party's visit to him might be for the same purpose.

"When the caretakers think they've entered shock and rush to notify the medical department, they then keep 'waking up' one after another; if this abnormality occurred only in living beings, we'd still consider it a special artificial virus or curse, etc."

"But the result is that even the sliced meat pieces and chunks, those biological tissues, also fall into a 'no data' state when faced with data monitoring, which clearly indicates a far more anomalous situation."

"Speaking of which, have you, Mr. Special Agent, ever encountered this situation in the digital world?"

He said this, turning to ask the listening Jie Si Ti Si.

Still lost in thought, he first froze at the words, then immediately shook his head.

"No, no—there's never been anything like this before; if it weren't for Mr. Aomo discovering something and asking me to help investigate, I wouldn't be here at all."

"What is Mr. Lin Dun's discovery?"

"The verbal description might not be intuitive enough; I'll organize it into a report and documents and send them to you within half an hour." Aomo smiled, reached out his hand, and shook hands with the quick‑to‑react him.

"Or you could simply forward it to your team responsible for this matter for liaison; I can see you have other things to attend to, so let me first say, pleasant cooperation."

Ah, indeed, after the alliance matters were settled, I still hadn't had a chance to greet my subordinate monster girls; I had originally wanted to talk with you about the police's handling of Reionyx, but midway I received a call from Jetton girl.

Abru paused here, then gazed at him earnestly again.

You really can't read minds?

Just figured it out, Aomo smiled, released his hand, lifted and pointed at his eyes, figured it out.

By the way, please pass my regards to King Kong Bridge girl.

Sure, also please pass my regards to those three Ultraman warriors; then, farewell.

Abru finished speaking, then stood up and left in a hurry.

His behavior and demeanor still didn't quite resemble that of a chairman.

By contrast, Aomo slowly rose to his feet and looked toward Jie Si Ti Si beside him:

I hope we can make a breakthrough this time; since this isn't limited to me but is a widespread situation, it's possible that not just Aomo Company faces this problem.

Then we could prove that the existence in your memory is indeed a global issue?

Exactly.

Jie Si Ti Si felt somewhat helpless; after these past ten-odd days of frequent communication, he began to keep up with some of Aomo's train of thought.

Conversely, that guy above who communicates even more frequently is never on the same channel:

Hey, after being quiet for so long, can't I be rewarded by coming down to sit for a bit!

That person's shouting drew the super agent's head up.

Looking again at the landlord, the landlord remained unmoved.

But the bigger problem stems from me.

Because in Abru's account, those monsters pose no problem as long as they don't interact with electronic devices, whereas here—monsters near me exhibit more obvious visual abnormalities.

According to Miss Suzi and… Miss Xi's detection judgment, you still have a trace of Rayblondo factor in your body, the super agent rubbed his chin, although it's a benign cycle, perhaps that's the issue.

Where would Reionyx get monster-shaking ability? It couldn't possibly be related to electronic equipment! the person above kept shouting.

It seems they gave up on escaping rather quickly.

So if it's not a Reionyx problem, what else could be wrong with me?

Aomo continued his words, beginning to mutter to himself:

Race? My paternal lineage can be traced, but that family abandoned my biological father and refuses to acknowledge me as his offspring; while my maternal lineage lacks such explicit records, there are electronic records that plainly prove I am pure human.

Power? The strength of monster cards comes from the cards themselves; although the essence of the information aggregate is the same as datafication, I already tried at the breeding farm to have Xi hold the monster card to stimulate those monsters, but it was meaningless.

Will? Even less likely; my will is far from strong enough to shake their very existence.

It's not just the power of monster cards, is it? the caterpillar above swayed, You haven't newly awakened some monster control, have you? How do you say it? My English is poor; I only remember it called Instance Control.

INSTANCEDOMINATION, Aomo said, not bothering to wonder how many points this guy's Honglish English subject scored, as he raised his hand and rubbed his nose bridge, To say this could shake the foundations would prove insufficient information, and if I were to shake because of it, then the opposing side would be strengthened thereby.

Not only does he look like a monster, but he really is the so-called Monster King, right?

Um, may I ask something?

Ask what?

Who is the 'opposing side' you keep talking about?

After listening to an entire round of riddles, Bi Ze finally found a chance to ask.