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Chapter 1330 No. 236: The Ghost Snake Smells Super Trouble
He pinched a tuft of bangs between his fingers, and the sharp blade that passed by could not stop the new extension. Seeing this, the boy had no fluctuation in his eyes. He just let go of the hair between his fingers and turned on the faucet in front of him.

In front of the water pipes covered with green moss and the rusty nuts, which were obviously unpopular and not crowded at the moment, little Omar swung the water marks with his palms and looked up into the air one and a half inches high.

There, a small tuft of bangs that were so short that they reached the forehead were hanging down like a thin curtain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't you like long hair so much?" the lamb above his head asked, because this was the eleventh attempt it had seen.

It lasted for two days. Apart from the first three experimental cuts, the following eight cuts were carried out at intervals of varying lengths and without any regular pattern.

In its eyes, this obviously does not constitute an experiment.

"I like the long hair growing on other people's heads, not my own." The boy said calmly.

"Especially with hair this weird, I always wonder if it's taking away too much nutrients."

"Blame your hair? Maybe you should admit your shortcomings."

“It’s easier not to acknowledge a gap that can’t be filled.”

After finding a swing, wiping it and sitting down, little Omar looked at the small green area not far away. The tranquility coming from the remoteness made him feel somewhat detached from the hustle and bustle of the world.

He is very relaxed.

"It's a bit unexpected. Are you an escapist at this time?"

"No, being kind to yourself is irrelevant." He raised his hand and picked up the black sheep and placed it at his feet. Little Omar looked up at the sky and swayed slowly with the swing. "I have almost all the memories. Even if I have regressed to childhood, I still have enough materials to profile my daily self."

“The math of the behavior, the variables that are so clear, gives me the confidence to come up with a plan of action that doesn’t require much modification from my future self.”

"Then what are you worried about? What are you dissatisfied with?" asked the lamb.

It does not have Omer's memories, only Omer's personality.

This means that it is extremely lacking in knowledge reserves, that it will have many questions, and that it will spend most of the time watching and observing in silence. Only occasionally when the conditions are right will it speak and get straight to the point.

Just like now.

It knew very well that if everything was as Omar wished, there was no need for him to worry about his hair depriving him of nutrients.

Only anxiety can make people look for excuses, think of reasons, and try to seek stability.

In response to this question, Omar, who was dangling in the air, answered very straightforwardly.

"future."

“I’m worrying about the future that doesn’t require me to think about it now, wondering if I should intervene more, to help my future self.”

"But you hesitated."

"Yes."

"There is a saying that if you hesitate, you shouldn't do it. This is a saying that appeared on the webpage."

"You think I shouldn't do it?"

"I'm just quoting from the classics," Black Sheep simply distanced himself from the matter, and even learned how to stack armor without a teacher. "I don't understand the report compiled by Holhaiya, and I can't understand Ling's emotions. I don't know what you're worried about in the future."

"That's really an impeccable answer."

The boy raised his foot to stop the potential energy of the swing and glanced at the sky while sitting firmly on it, which made the lamb look up immediately:

"Who has the news?"

"Bize."

"I'm curious how far your insomnia will spread."

"It's hard not to be curious, but at least he, like Cero, just thought that I was under a lot of pressure at work, and the message was to notify me to log in, and he also called David."

"It's a nice friendship, but it's a bit redundant."

"There is no such thing as redundant friendship, but I do have a message waiting for me, and many people waiting to be contacted."

As he spoke, little Omar typed his reply on the keyboard and glanced at the little black sheep slowly floating up beside him.

"It's still a rejection after all." The sigh that could not be told whether it was like or dislike came from the latter. Although it was inherited from Omar's personality, it did not affect any of Omar's interpersonal relationships. It was like a second little Omar.

"Let's meet some other day." Xiao Ao said calmly, as if it was a rebuttal.

"As a token of gratitude, I'm afraid it's a little thin."

"The half-life of gratitude is very short. It's always the same for me when I'm out of the profile state, so I will reject Holhaiya's proposal."

"Are you going to devote yourself to work completely like this?"

"As it should be."

"The opposite of what the woman suggested."

"Of course, it's a trap after all, isn't it?" Little Omar said coldly.

"Let your most mechanical self handle your private life, and use your most mature self to deal with work - at first glance, this seems to be an efficient and constructive suggestion, but it is destroying Omer Linton's current interpersonal relationships." "Can it be the other way around?"

"No, the most correct choice is to let the mature me deal with everything. In the words of Miss Shu, this is the cause and effect of Omer Linton. If I interfere in this state, it will be a hidden danger."

"But I don't see you stopping at all."

"There's not enough time," the boy said as he fiddled with the terminal screen. He then tapped a contact display and continued with his hand lowered. "We don't have the luxury of staying on the right path. I, who chose to drink the potion from Alice, know this best."

I don't want to just sleep on this, I have to do something - although the most ideal option is to train the horse girls, the development of facts shows that there is something more important.

The fact that Holhaiya finished his work ahead of schedule also meant that the threat from Luzas was approaching, and he had to speed up his original pace.

"Hello, Omer?"

"it's me."

"Has your voice changed?"

Ghost Snake can be surprisingly sharp sometimes, but Little Omer is rare in that he remains aloof in business matters.

"Voice change period."

"Huh?! Really? Never mind! That's not important. What's important is how did you think of contacting me directly? Is there any surveillance around me?"

"There are more ways to understand the situation than just monitoring. What about the management of abandoned stations?"

"It's terrible. Every day there are smelly monster corpses. The few live ones that are delivered occasionally are also covered with scars."

"And then you guys dealt with him?"

"Yes, we dealt with it."

“Will you feel guilty?”

"A little bit, after all, I can hear some wailing and screaming from time to time, but I'm not familiar with them. Once I get used to them, it doesn't matter anymore. I've even thought about it... If I smuggle some things out, will you torment me less?"

"The half-dead body is the lowest quality even for making cards, but it's better than nothing. If you really succeed, I will give you a bonus."

Speaking for his future self, little Omar had a somewhat casual and relaxed manner, as if he were writing a blank check.

"I'm not that raccoon guy. What's the point of paying more? I just want freedom."

"Like Shen?"

"How can I be like him!" Ghost Snake cursed, "I just want to go back to the way I was before I started working."

"I have nothing to do, I just wander around and try out the cinemas, arcades, swimming pools, and training grounds wherever I go?"

"Are you following me?"

"Wrong, it's your updates. Your updates on Umastagram are all very good. They are concise and informative, and have obvious emotional tendencies. They are very suitable as examples for analysis questions."

"The downside is that if you're not a disassembly enthusiast like me, people will just think you're venting your emotions and will unfollow you very quickly."

"What do you care? Unfollow me now!"

"It's quite difficult. Even I can't bear the thought of the average number of likes from less than ten people being permanently reduced by one."

"Go away! I don't need your likes!"

"I see. It's my fault for disturbing Mr. Guishe's enjoyment of writing his electronic diary."

"What the hell is this electronic diary!"

"No need to hide, I understand. Just remember to set it to be visible only to yourself next time."

"What do you understand? Did you call me just to irritate me? Just because I haven't submitted this report yet?"

"No, I'm here to inform you that you don't need to submit the report. Since Luzas has greatly accelerated the pace, we can no longer proceed at the original pace."

"Oh!! I was going to inform you of this too." Upon hearing that he didn't have to submit a report, Ghost Snake, who was in a very bad mood just now, suddenly became much more cheerful. "In that case, can I leave work early? There have been a lot of people missing from the organization in the past two days. Even that very suspicious Peter Starman is missing. It seems like he was killed. Do you understand what I mean?"

"The idea of ​​faking your death to escape, huh?" Little Omar managed to keep his composure. "Very good."

Especially considering the appearance of the former ghost snake in memory, it is even more rare.

"But unfortunately, you can't rest yet."

"Huh? Why? Why would I need to lurk here? Would it be useful if I attacked them by surprise?!"

"It seems that Mr. Ghost Snake has seen a lot of things that lower his self-esteem while lurking in Luzas."

“It’s not hard to admit that you’re not strong enough.”

"It's hard to imagine that Mr. Ghost Snake would say this a month ago, but please rest assured that you will be very useful. Even if you work a little harder, you can improve the public image of the entire group of monster controllers."

"What? Why public image?!"