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Chapter 124 There's nothing to be afraid of even changing your face!

Although Bizer's news did not appear to be urgent, Omer applied to leave work early.

There is no need to modify the training plan of Miura Bourbon and Eri Tachyon. The former’s self-discipline can be done rain or shine even if no one is watching, while the latter is supervised by the teahouse classmates, so there is no need to worry.

Since the brief exchange in the afternoon, the cafeteria seemed to be more enthusiastic and well-behaved, and even tried to invite him when making coffee.

Too similar invitations brought back bad memories, but the familiar mellow aroma of coffee lightened the unpleasantness for the time being, and Omer was able to be sure that the teahouse was indeed related to the coffee shop at the school gate.

Of course, this is not the point.

Compared with the physical strength and strength training that is still laying the foundation, what Omer cares more about is the research on "spirit and dream" by Eri Tsubaki.

Tracing back to the source of dreams, and being able to return to the dream world with fixed anchors without using the Sunday Tranquility account—this kind of research purpose is actually beginning to bear fruit.

Although the Bloodborne 3.2 could not be accurately located, but many other "dream rooms" were found, which is enough to prove that the idea is correct, but it needs to be further refined.

It just so happened that Sunday Tranquility also had news that slowed him down. She bluntly said that she was going to a foreign land to get some imprudent horse girls, which made Aomo complain that she was not careful where she went.

Naturally, I complained in my heart, but I didn't dare to enter the news record.

The signature skill of the awesome spirit body is to hit people along the network cable. Generally speaking, it is better not to experience it.

But when it comes to finding people, Omer can't help but laugh, wondering if this is also a kind of consensus.

After all, he also wanted to hunt people down.

But it's not exotic, it's superficial.
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It is also a police station in the West District, not too far from Central Teresan. Omer still remembers that the last time he came here, he came to catch an unlucky guy named Morrison.

Up to now, the serious atmosphere here is still the same, and has not changed due to the changes over the years.

Although the Jiemen District (surface layer) is known for its low crime rate, cases in foreign regions often require the cooperation of the surface layer, so these police officers often frown during their working hours, and only some weird civil cases allow them to live in Bengbu. The expression is even smiling.

For example, when dealing with unreasonable drunks, the dislike of the main handler can often attract ridicule from colleagues.

At that time, Homais was the family member of the drunk man.

Now the drunk man hid in the electronic world as soon as he heard that he was coming to the police station. The game prompt from the steam software was enough to make Omer feel ridiculous for him and his game.

Many years have passed.

Although the memory of cyber police officers is good enough, they are not necessarily willing to keep the memory for a drunkard on a certain day, let alone Omer who stepped into the police station did not see a few familiar faces.

On the contrary, they felt familiar with Omer.

Until one of the police officers called out his name, the differences in those gazes from that moment on were as varied and uninteresting as a game card pool.

Omer, who had no intention of being an exhibit, couldn't help but hurriedly said before the police officers who came to receive him: "I'm here to pick up a man, his name is Bize, and he was involved in a murder case."

"Oh, that boy can leave now, so you belong to him?" "Classmates, friends." Omer said, showing his student ID card that was still stuffed in his wallet.

However, the police officers here will probably remember more of him 'wearing a big leather case' in the city of Tianmen.

Homa avoided this topic, and just sighed unexpectedly: "But I thought his appearance would be called a youth."

"The original words are indeed true, but he was drugged," a police officer shrugged, "it hasn't grown yet."

"...? APTX4869?"

Thanks to the convenience of non-existent memory access, Omer was able to tell the complete sequence number, and remembered the police officer Mumu in the city of Tianmen.

Whether as a mercenary or as a trainer, sooner or later he would go to the city of Tianmen several times, and if he wanted to, he would still have the opportunity to visit.

"Did you hear it from the client? It was actually Polyjuice Potion, and he was turned into a criminal to confuse the public."

Hearing this, Aomer frowned and asked, "How long does the medicine last?"

Polyjuice Potion, the inferior potion of Potions, can only be used for human transformation.

But because it becomes thorough enough, even increasing the dose can prolong the transformation time, so there are strict legal constraints.

The most outrageous news about this potion was that the Alchemy Club held a big silver party the year before last, and all of them used other people's looks.

But just like hypnotism can only go to the scarlet letter in the hands of some people, while others can stand in the sky, Bize obviously bumped into a serious person, it is hard to say whether it is good or bad.

"There is still half an hour. Through the spirit display device, we can confirm the time when he was given the decoction and the color of the decoction." The policeman said, pointing to the door not far away.

Aumer looked along that direction, and saw that the door was pushed open by a police officer, and a handsome young man who called Aomo walked out from the door. It was indeed very inconsistent in appearance and voice.

Aumer didn't immediately respond to the other party's greeting, but just looked at the police officer on the side and asked, "Wouldn't you be reported by the righteous on the street if you walk around like this?"

Presumably the criminal used this face to confuse their cognition.

"You guessed it right, but the criminal is now under the responsibility of the police station on the other side of the foreign land," the policeman explained. "So there is no arrest warrant posted here, and no one will pay much attention to his face."

"That's good, then I'll take him away, thank you all." Amo said businesslike, and then looked at the handsome Bize.

"I thought I'd hear about your complacency first...it seems that you're out of luck."

"I think it's very good, and even experienced the stuff like compound soup! You know?! I'm only in this kind of thing—" "Harry Potter, this formula has been improved, otherwise it wouldn't be possible Play the role of the original world."

"Really? But it's not a big problem," the young man followed him out with excitement on his face: "The main reason is that witnessing a murder is awesome!"

"The people who really witnessed the murder were so excited, I can't help but suspect that not only did you not witness it with your own eyes, but you were even noticed at the end of the incident and then poured the potion."

"? The monitor was taken off for me, they won't even show you the case files, will they?"

"I'm not a detective, and they didn't entrust me," Omer said calmly. "They probably don't want to care too much. It's different from the ideal situation you once said. This place is more realistic."

"It's okay, it's okay, the policeman who is not hanging is also a part of the two thorns!"

"..."

Such an answer is undoubtedly Bize.

But he still wants to add: "The violent terrorist mobile team and the foreign special mobile team are also a part of the police. Their case handling results may not be satisfactory, but the achievements are always numerous."

Thinking that this guy's understanding of overtones is always unique, Omer still said bluntly: "You are so careful to be beaten."

"Also, what are you going to do now?"

It may be difficult for others to understand this, but for a person who just got out of the game, he at least knows why he went in.

"Here it is!" the man excitedly said, "After the master here is killed, the club will work harder to retain the apprentices because of the loss of the mainstay. I will hang around here first and see if I can learn something famous!"

Master... That should be the old mage... Ao Mo couldn't complain about the other party's title, so he simply skipped it and said:

"It's a bold idea, but it may be a failure. And, maybe the murderer will remember you, and the chances of returning to the crime scene in the past are not low. After all, you may have disrupted his plan by calling the police in advance. .”

I don't know if it was disrupted, but Omer can at least be relieved that his backhand is working.

"So I have to talk to that club again, right? I understand this," the man seemed to have suddenly enlightened, and said proudly, "Maybe I will be taken special care of by my seniors."

Bize's enthusiasm was not interrupted at all, the boy's face was full of expectation, and the bystanders on the side of the road looked awkward, but Omer didn't care.

"Yes," he is like a teacher teaching students, guiding the other party to think about the next step, "Start with the victim and the topic that may be targeted. As the person involved, you have every reason to find the speaker, remember Aim for those with the most senior qualifications, but also pay attention to..." "There may be conflicts with senior qualifications, I will investigate first, and I will find your adviser later!"

Bi Ze also tried to guess Aomer's intentions on weekdays. Although he always wanted to be wrong, but this time it was normal.

"Yes, I remember that your club is famous for the development of modern magic, and it pays attention to the magic wand system."

"I will attack in the form of the Lightning Tomahawk!" Bize shouted loudly.

Aomo was silent, wondering whether it was the strange face that gave him the confidence not to be afraid of strange eyes.

　Thanks to readers 1322766932180754432, Zhanfengjian Flora, book friend 20190726145415407, book friend 20180718004507604, Yan Zhipi, all things are brilliant, other people are holy, foolish, godless, light, evil, and red lotus glass ball.

　　Thank you, thank you, I think it's been the third day in the hospital, and the state has recovered a bit, so it's time to thank you for the reward.

　　
　
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