(Part 2)

This is a bit annoying.

The moment he saw him, Omo's memory of the waiting time traveler moved, and his uneasy vision searched for the figure of a certain deadly dwarf.

Many time-travelers know that Officer Mumu, apart from being relatively knowledgeable about technological products, is also a good person. He treats people well, especially likes to give people the name of brother. He is also very good at building relationships, but in

When the world sees him, it cannot help but think of a certain detective named Kudo Shinichi or Edogawa Conan.

It seemed that Omo didn't look back.

"Relax, you are the victim, aren't you?" Officer Megure was still comforting him, pointing to the seat opposite the table, "Sit down first."

"There is no real feeling," Omo shook his head. "The extra memory in my mind is of a dead man. The first cause of his death was drowning, and the second cause of death was the counterattack of the chip in my brain."

"The current memory of that person doesn't show any evil traits. He made some minor mistakes but no major ones. He was quite law-abiding, and then he broke into my soul."

It's a bit of a ploy, to be honest.

"Unless the soul that is separated from the body has experienced spiritual practice or is interfered by other forces, it will dissipate very quickly," Officer Megure looked down at the documents on the table. He behaved very naturally when talking about these topics.

Familiar, it seems that he is already used to this process, "He may be afraid of death and have evil thoughts, which will trigger your chip defense counterattack."

"I think so."

"oh?"

"After all, I still have most of his memories here, and I can vaguely feel what kind of person he is."

To be precise, it was an analysis and simulation of the opponent's personality model. Omo still maintained his usual disguise, and Officer Memu didn't pay attention. After all, his role this time was to explain science to the victim and give him advice.

Through the information reported immediately by the opponent's chip, the Demarcation Security Bureau determined that Ormer Linton was a mild victim who had not excessively interacted with souls from other worlds.

These people are the easiest to worry about.

There is no need for psychiatric visits or rigorous examination by the soul department. The chip itself has not been scrapped, and the physical examination form can be updated in real time.

All he needs is a series of popular science explanations, and he doesn't even need guidance in life, because the extra memory will not have any impact on his life.

"But if you want to delete that memory, you can go to a psychiatric department or update the chip in your brain," Officer Memu looked at Omo helplessly, "Honestly, little brother Omo,

I have dealt with so many victims of soul-piercing cases, and your chip version is among the most backward, and it really needs to be replaced."

"Especially when being soul-pierced happens for the first time, it will happen a second time and a third time. Once it happens once, it proves that your body has a unique affinity for souls from other worlds, similar to the kind of soul-piercing person who is mentally hazy.

At this time, considering that you are like a piece of Kobe beef, it is better to increase your protection."

"I will consider it." Omer nodded.

If Kobe Beef didn't have the memory of a time traveler, Omer wouldn't be able to understand his metaphor.

"Then the formal part begins."

After turning the document to the next page and looking at it, Mu Mu looked at him again:

"Let me first tell you about the rules related to soul-pierced people. Don't be too nervous. Most of them will be fine if you live your life as usual. The main reason is to see if you plan to use the knowledge of other worlds for profit. Then I will give you

Please explain the legal process in this regard. As for registered patents, you have to go back and check them yourself."

"clear."

"It's good to understand, but you still need to think carefully about this aspect, and there are other things"

After spending more than half an hour confirming and completing some detailed descriptions of the case and confirming that the data reported by the original chip was correct, Officer Memu also chatted with Omo about a lot of topics related to time travellers.

From the frequency of time-travel cases in Tianmen City, to Omo's original travel plan, he even mentioned the previous Star Bear and the Security Bureau employee.

Omo knew that this was the other party's way of expressing goodwill, and tried to reassure him by describing the plight of other time-travelers and those who had been soul-pierced.

But he wasn't worried about this in the first place. Instead, he sifted through the other party's chat to find out some of the recent status of the two security bureaus and the recent large-scale cases in this city.

Then it was confirmed that it had nothing to do with the Stargate black hand.

This can't be said to be a waste of work, after all, it can in turn confirm that the black hand really did this when he first came to Tianmen City.

He is really doing big things. He is doing big things. On the other hand, the other party is not familiar with this city.

Homare was more confident, but he still had to ask before leaving.

"Mr. Kogoro Mouri, have you ever traveled through time?"

"Haha, you want to ask Edogawa Conan if he is in Tianmen City?"

"It seems a lot of people have asked."

"You're quite reserved, but it's not a secret. They came before, but then went back."

"...Your world can indeed be positioned very quickly."

If the concentration of foreign matter is not high enough, the Tianmen search should be fast. Although Ke Xue is very good, it is reasonable to find his hometown quickly, and Omer can understand it.

"Well, it's not that fast," Officer Megure shook his head, "Although I didn't know about it until I came to this world, little brother Omo, the memory you gained doesn't know much about my hometown."

"how do I say this?"

"Emmm, let me think about what to say."

The middle-aged police officer raised his hand and brushed his extremely neatly trimmed beard. He thought that explaining the situation in his hometown was not only troublesome, but also unnecessary. He thought it would be more concise, and then he paused and said:

"Is there a work called "Legend of Swordsman" in your memory from another world?"

The discrepancy in translation made Homais think about it, and asked:

"."Nine Dragon Balls"?"

"Ah, that's right," Officer Memu nodded, obviously having heard of such a translation, "That work also tells the story of my hometown."

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Chapter completed!