Chapter 472 NO.55: Haha, he asked Balmon X to help

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 472 NO.55 Haha, he asked Balmon X to help

In the digital realm, everything is dominated by the data itself.

Even time is like this.

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 may choose to wait here for your favorite drama or novel to finish.

Maybe, like Representative Qianming, he was thinking that this place could become a kind of training ground.

Just like the house of spirit and time in Long ○.

Of course, as a horse girl with a trainer's license, it's not surprising that she would have such an idea, but there are obviously more important things at the moment.

——She is still 'drawing', but her teammates are missing.

This is not surprising.

After all, this so-called 'teammate relationship' itself has a lot of water content. Although everyone has two-letter nicknames, S.S does not hide his dislike for C.B.

If you choose to divide your forces into two groups in this way, it will be a matter of course for the other party to directly delete their contact information.

certainly.

Considering that the men and women in Chaldea, who even look like dinosaurs, and whose gender is difficult to distinguish, are working so hard, it is not impossible that Sunday Serenity will directly bump into those so-called servants, and then be restricted from movement or something.

But with the current distance, if something really happened, no matter how loud the noise was, he wouldn't be able to see it.

But if that's the case, at least some news will come out.

Even if you don't recognize yourself as a teammate, you should still recognize your value and be able to solve her urgent needs, right?

After all, I have conducted careful investigations and followed Sunday Serenity for a long time. Representative Qianming believes that he quite understands the working style and way of thinking of Dark Sunday. Of course, if he compares it with Trainer Omo...

Well, that's not important either.

Representative Qianming, who found it difficult to judge and simply refused to judge, once again picked up the terminal on the unconscious alien in front of him.

She has performed this kind of corpse-touching behavior no less than a hundred times in the past twenty hours. She has become like a professional battlefield cleaner. While her movements are clean and neat, she can also make fancy throws and swirling flowers.

style action without affecting the operation.

From this, you can imagine how boring this investigation process is.

Rushing to the Chaldean side to collect information faster, and at the same time hoping to encounter key information - this is basically a race and a lottery.

Since it's a race, you can't take the usual path.

For this reason, representative Qianming even gave up his usual favorite sneak acting part and emphasized a simple and crude one.

Sneak into the facility, knock out the aliens, seize their communications and data storage devices, and use the data manipulation technology you master to conduct targeted viewing.

This process...you can't say it's not detective.

This is basically how modern Internet detectives work. They hit everyone they see and then look for information from the loot.

Compared to Sherlock Holmes in Crime and Punishment, he is better described as Batman in Arkham Knight.

Miss Qianming obviously prefers traditional detective techniques, but she always follows the right circumstances and is unambiguous in carrying out this operation.

And there is no doubt that the commissioners adopted the same strategy on Sunday.

But this strategy is also a real draw.

After all, this world.

The connection points of different buildings are extremely twisted, as if the base can be deformed and spliced ​​at any time. It is really too big and has too many employees.

I thought there would only be dozens of cadres and hundreds or thousands of employees, but who knew that this base would not be considered empty even if it was so big--

——In addition to some aliens with strange looks and no secrets at all, there are also a huge number of... aliens with mosquito-repellent eyes that look like they walked out of the same replica cabin.

Work in different buildings, patrol, and fish.

The current observation feels that there are at least tens of thousands, right?

Did these aliens use cloning technology to create cannon fodder?

She still lacks understanding of the Barossa aliens, a race from another world, and does not know that they are more like interstellar zerg than interstellar pirates. Each of them can produce ten thousand habits. Qianming naturally murmured in his heart.

However, it can be seen that this kind of 'replicant' seems to have insufficient vocal ability. It can only yell "Barossa" and "Barossa", and actual communication relies entirely on the instruments in its hands.

What Qian Ming wanted was instruments like theirs.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the language. After all, the instruments used are all federal system operating templates, and the computer language carrier is always the same.

From liaising with others to deceive his superiors, and then trying to beat him up, Qianming had some accidents in the beginning, but now he is very familiar with the process.

On the premise of ensuring continuous clues, she really hopes that the targets of her superiors are these mosquito-repellent face clones.

At least the body structure of these aliens is similar to that of the human body, and the knowledge about the human body learned from medical courses can also be used together.

Unlike the guys I met before who looked like crystalline Gundams, deep divers, and dinosaurs, the number of bones just didn't match the human body. It would be a bit too much to just wear an exoskeleton and fish scales for shock absorption.

It's hard to judge how hard to use, and I'm worried about being beaten to death if I use too much force.

After meeting them a few times, I felt that it would be better to see those people shouting "Barossa" again.

But this is my own trouble.

If it were the Sunday committee member...

Qianming's finger that was swiping at the screen paused, and she looked up at the ventilation duct in the corridor, with a rare troubled expression on her face.

I hope the aliens here have committed enough crimes, otherwise it will be increasingly difficult to face the little girl in the teahouse.

In the process of training for Trainer Omer, she had a pretty good impression of the teahouse.

But when I think of Zhou Jingjing, who looks 80% similar to her, with an overly similar appearance, and a 100% identical back, the impressions are easily superimposed and intertwined into an extremely subtle look.

She was quite curious about what Trainer Omer thought of him. She didn't believe that he had never been in this situation.

Orme trainers have even worked with the Sunday Commissioners on operations!

Qianming was also curious about what he thought when his collaborator was a dangerous criminal accused of multiple murders.

But now...

"Sure enough, he is not a suitable Watson..."

I tried dialing a quiet number on Sunday again. In this data realm where there is no network or communication frequency band, the dialed response was that no one answered, not that it was not in the service area.

Therefore it is even more confusing.

Sunday tranquility is not tranquility, and it is not a horse girl who can wait patiently for the normal broadcast of the noisy ringtone to end.

Something must have happened to the other party.

Taking another look at the location that was too far away, it was not difficult to run back, but it was quite a waste of time.

Want to go back and take a look?

"..."

She took out her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the time corresponding to reality, then glanced at the depths of the corridor behind her, sighed, stepped forward, and rushed forward.

"She went back, probably to find Sunday Serenity."

Deep in the corridor, Belstarmon, who was actually not good at tracking the sneak, walked out from the corner, with a live broadcast screen next to it.

"Is my work over? It will be boring next time. Is that guy from Sunday Tranquility just in a bad mood and doesn't want to answer her call?"

"Eh? Do you want to continue?"

"Okay, it's good that you don't have to read those horse girl information. Don't ask me for help when you stay up late by yourself later."
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