Chapter 37 Even the report is the second time (additional update)

Although Omer was indeed surprised that a controversy that had been going on for a certain period of time was suddenly confirmed, it was still something that didn't matter to him.

After all, it should be the time traveler who cares about this, not him, a local who seems to inherit the other person's obsession after getting the time traveler's memory.

After a slight surprise, he realized there was no need to stay here any longer and politely said goodbye.

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"Then you shouldn't continue to wait for the results from the security bureau? What are you doing here? You can't take any time off, can you?"

The sudden voice in his ears caused Omo to pause, and then he started walking again: "Tired from playing the game?"

He was walking in the Mirrored Market in the West District of Tianmen City, and Morrison's voice came out without any warning. Omo, who was walking without turning on the terminal, thought he was hearing something.

The level of magic in this place can indeed make people doubt the reality. As an inner urban area of ​​Tianmen City developed by the outside world, the Mirror Market has some 'bugs' in the boundaries of the space due to errors at the beginning of the space opening, so those who came here

Everyone can see the strange picture of curved and stacked buildings.

In the past, Omer had seen photos of such wonders on the Internet. There were also corresponding wonders in the knowledge of other worlds, but they were the product of movies and not what he saw with his own eyes.

Developers don't care about space bugs. As long as it is new land, they can develop it. Tianmen City has many space experts, so there are quite a lot of artificial alien space markets that rely on the main world. At the same time, management is not easy.

Convenient, it has also become a place for filth and evil.

Morrison is familiar with the small black market unique to Tianmen City, but he doesn't remember that he taught Omo how to get here.

"I figured you should leave the police station at this point, but you've already come here. I'm just heartless if you continue to play games, right? How did you find this place?"

"Search the black market, browse the forums, filter out useless things, leave the ones you care about for map screening, hire a taxi driver to fly to six locations, observe the pedestrians in these locations to determine the intelligence, further narrow the investigation circle and then learn other

People come here.”

"Seriously? One and a half hours is enough for you to do so many things?" Morrison's voice was full of surprise.

"Of course I'm not serious. Most of the actual process can be omitted because someone noticed me first when I was observing at the entrance outside the market, and I spent hundreds of dollars to have the other party take me to the black market."

Although he was taken advantage of, Omo didn't look unhappy at all when talking about it, and even felt a little emotional.

"I didn't expect there are people doing this kind of business outside the Mirror Market."

To enter the Mirror Market from the outside, you only need to pass through a tunnel next to an alley. There is not even a gatekeeper blocking the way. When Omer noticed this, he immediately realized that the guy leading the way was making money at zero cost.

But he did save time, so he didn't refuse the extra money he originally agreed to.

But after actually entering, what made Omer sigh was that this place didn't look like a black market, but more like Diagon Alley or something.

There is no poor security, no confusing repertoire, and not even a place to set up stalls on the ground. Instead, there are stores lined up extremely tightly between buildings.

He was prepared to get into trouble because of his overly young appearance and lack of defense, including being targeted by pickpockets - the latter because he had seen a lot of them in the Jiemen area,

Here we can still identify those 'special professionals' who cannot get rid of occupational diseases.

But even if those people noticed his presence, they did not intend to take action, and even distanced themselves from him.

"Do you know anyone special?" Morrison was not confused in this kind of place.

"I'm also curious. Among the people I've met in the past few days, Miss Hoshikuma is the only one who might be popular in a place like this."

The information about the ghost girl in the memory of the other world contains information related to gangsters, but that kind of information can only be used as a reference, and it is not advisable to believe it. The evidence is some horse racing girl trainers who have done something wrong.

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"Who is that?"

"The police officer who helped me yesterday, but I won't mention it now. Since you are here, you can be a staff officer. Are you familiar with this place?"

"This is District 3, right? I've been here before. What do you want to buy?"

"No rush, let's collect intelligence first," Omer replied while looking at the various stores passing by. "Places where intelligence can be bought and sold directly, places where spies can be hired and even minions can be hired, and finally places related to high-end weapons.

The place."

"Then you might as well find a shop and sit down. Most of the local area networks connected here can be checked. I will give you some additional information that cannot be found, and you can find the rest by yourself."

"Okay," Omo accepted gladly, then took out the terminal and projected a light screen. Morrison's crossed face appeared on the light screen. "Are you in the state? You are much more capable and reliable now than before."

"If you can't persuade me, then you should face reality. What kind of weapons do you want? You must be trying to do it yourself, right?"

"To say it is a quick success, it is definitely a mechanical ascension. With the help of those chips and implants, it can even quickly pass the running-in stage of the body and exert its full combat power."

"But this road can only be the last one."

"It's expensive and requires you to give up your body. At the same price, I can directly hire several people to help you avenge you," Omo curled his lips, "This is much more stable."

"Yes, and in terms of technology options, there are also options such as exoskeleton armor and Gundam," Morrison said, adding, "There are also some extremely powerful firearms and weapons that do not require too high a threshold."

"But my marksmanship is just okay, not perfect, and I don't have experience in driving large armors. I'm destined to spend a lot of money on chips and auxiliary systems."

Omer opened the door and took his seat and waved to the waiter.

"It doesn't matter if you learn now. You have an S1 driver's license. You can drive a float car and fly an airship. It's not difficult to drive a Gundam. I've heard before that there is a fully automatic Gundam on the market. It's really good news for lazy dogs."

"Is something like that that sounds super expensive really worth talking about?" Omo said, nodding to the waiter who came over, "A cup of caramel latte, thank you."

"Why don't you order black coffee?" "It's a risk to order black coffee in an unfamiliar store, but caramel latte is not much different anywhere."

"Then I don't think there's much difference between black coffee and black coffee. They're both ridiculously bitter anyway." Morrison muttered.

"That's because you're a layman who doesn't understand taste," "Then you might as well order the honey drink, it's not much different anywhere," "Stop here and go back to our original topic!"

Omer knocked on the table, then raised his hand to the waiter who noticed it, indicating that it was nothing.

"If we don't consider technology, is there any way to cultivate elixirs on the cultivation side? There are also those heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

"If you choose this, be prepared to turn it into a medicine jar. Even if the system is improved to this day, it will be difficult to quickly implement it. It is also a foreign object, and the release threshold of a spell scroll is lower than that of a charm. At least there is no need to open the mouth to recite a spell."

"Of course, there are spells that can be released without speaking, but they don't mean much, right?"

Hearing this, Omo fell into deep thought and immediately said:

"...Sure enough, it's better to just buy the Destroying Star Revolver or hire someone, right?"

"Why don't you go to the auction and have a look?" Morrison, who saw how quickly he displayed everything, tried to come up with a new route, and saw that the other party's expression became extremely subtle, "What's wrong?"

"The term "auction" pulls out memories that don't exist in me. Don't worry about it. Let's talk about the status of the auction first.

"There is an auction website on the black market LAN that requires a jammer to be opened. Some of the procedures are legal and everyone understands it tacitly. Some dangerous goods can often be found. Some of the failed experiments of Interstellar Heavy Industry will also be thrown in for disposal. We

So we called it the scrap collection station."

"Isn't the gap from auction to scrap collection station too big?"

"If there's anything good, it's an auction! Three years ago, there were genuine Sanshen cards in the No. 4 Mirror Market auction. You young people should know about that stuff, right?"

""Yu-Gi-Oh!"?" Omo was surprised.

This is an IP that is difficult for time travellers to let go, not to mention that the technological level of this world is enough to revitalize many card games. Omer already knew about this before he got the 'non-existent memory', but he didn't have much contact with it.

To reduce the load on your brain and heart.

After all, his impression of Bize's duelist experience has always been: Oh, what kind of duel at such a young age, he must have had a myocardial infarction again.jpg

That guy Bize is naturally a card guy. Although Omer doubted his record, at least he was influenced by the fanaticism of card guys.

Considering that they are so enthusiastic about virtual cards, it is not surprising that they invest heavily in cards that directly summon monsters in reality and interfere with reality.

However, there are not many such cards, either because there are too few related time travelers or because the cost of imitating them is too high.

"Yu-Gi-Oh!" Morrison confirmed.

"So if there is nothing wrong with that auction website, you can check it more. While you are still here, the only way to log in to that network is to enter the black market. Some people have already tried to let cyber hackers cheat and their brains have been burned."

"Can I hire someone here to help me pay attention?" Omer began to scroll through the terminal screen, and Morrison's little man was helping him guide him to the auction house's page.

"Of course. Maybe the owner of the store you're working at now helps several customers. This is a very common part-time job for the residents here."

"." Omo thought deeply after hearing this, "Look back and think about it. Isn't this just a betting pool for dogs?"

"The dog gambling pool is true." Morrison, who has little contact with mobile game culture, understands the word as the name suggests, and recommends it enthusiastically. After all, he is a dog gambler, and he pays special attention to it because of his hobby of collecting weapons.

Such activities -

——Of course, his salary has never been enough to participate. He is only responsible for forwarding messages and shouting about awesomeness.

But now that Omo can be regarded as holding a huge sum of money, maybe he will have the idea to participate on his behalf?

Although he was excited to lead the way online with such expectations, Omer was really lacking in interest.

"I'm not interested in gambling. I only bet on horse racing because I believe in the horse racing girl I identify as." Omo raised his hand to support his chin and turned to look at the street scene outside the window. "And this kind of activity like gold panning in the sand sea is even more exciting."

It’s hard to have expectations,” “Homa, look at this!”

Hearing Morrison's sudden enthusiastic greeting, Omer turned around in surprise and saw Morrison's little man pointing to the auction options aside.

[Mechagodzilla Card], [Ultraman Belial Card]

Starting price: 894,631 yuan

"?What the hell is this?"

Omer was startled. When he saw this thing, he first thought of the peripheral cards of the Tokusatsu Association, but how could that kind of thing be added with a logo and anti-counterfeiting identification? Even the title would be added with the publisher, instead of being so straightforward.

[Mechagodzilla Card].

And it’s hard not to think too much about Mechagodzilla at this juncture, especially since there is a series of brief explanations below.

[Everyone has seen the power of this one time]

"Omo! Do you want to sign up? The filming of this series will officially start in three hours!" The vampire on the side was still encouraging.

Unexpectedly, his adopted son looked at him in surprise and confusion.

"Start filming? Are you kidding me?" "Sir, your latte."

The waiter on the side handed over the drink. Omo took it and nodded in thanks. He also heard Morrison's surprise: "Aren't you interested?"

"Very interested." Omer took a sip of his latte. As expected, it was satisfactory.

He suddenly missed the soul-flavored drink that he had never taken a sip of. That store was now a part of the scorched earth. He only hoped that the store employees and others were still alive.

"But I didn't have the confidence to take the photo."

Seeing this adopted son say something very embarrassing with a calm face, in the past he would definitely have seized the opportunity to ridicule him, but now Morrison is just speechless.

"Then what are you going to do? Block it? This is an online auction. Everyone bids online and then delivers it by mail. If conditions permit, it can even be transmitted through space."

Blocking it is simply unrealistic.

"Of course it's not a blockade. Your existence is so modern, but your ideas are so ancient. I really don't know what to say."

Omer felt helpless, raised his hand to pull the terminal, and under Morrison's somewhat helpless gaze, he kept exiting the web page until he reached the terminal's default home page, and clicked on dialing.

"I want to call the police."

Thanks to Fuxiu Jichen for the two rounds of tipping, and B_rabbit for the tip.

Thinking of thanking so many large and small rewards, although I don’t know what the public threshold for tips and updates from Qidian is, I’d better add an update first!

The leader must be updated, but the leader who doesn’t give 10% off is the one I beat up! I won’t increase the gold coins that I can earn! (bushi)
Chapter completed!