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NO.82 Director Omer is always efficient outside of relationships

There's something wrong here, Omer thought.

In fact, the demon hesitated for more than ten seconds before really dialing Beatrix's private number as the King of Beasts said.

The three-month deadline came from his own mouth. He said he would wait for an answer from the other party, and he also told his girlfriends that he would inform them as soon as he had a response. There was no room for hiding anything.

But the other party has not contacted me for so many days since March, as if he is waiting for me to ask him actively, or as if he is trying to cover up and downplay the whole thing, which can be regarded as a kind of implicit giving up.

He used to think it was the latter, but at the end of last year, he sensed a completely new feeling in the eyes of the drunken red-faced cat.

He realized that the friendship he had with the other party might not be as superficial as he originally thought.

It was because of that feeling that he gave a deadline of three months with a low sigh at that time.

Maybe love is also like a nesting doll, but if neither party can open it, how can it be considered the other party's true love if you open it yourself?
So he gave the time.

As long as there are cracks in the nesting doll, and the cracks can be seen by the alcohol, then given some time, the nesting doll or the chicken egg will be able to break out of the shell.

As for the possibility that the shell could not be opened...

That was why Omar hesitated for more than ten seconds.

It has been said that demons have a greedy desire that does not accept loss. That desire also includes interpersonal relationships, but it does not seek to be broken down into categories.

What does this mean?

It means that he doesn't ask for the band to last a lifetime, but just wants it to exist forever.

He could accept that vague affection turning into pure friendship, but he didn't want even friendship to be gone and they would just become strangers.

That is the real loss.

We have lost the intersection, lost the future, and I don’t know when things will change.

So he hesitated.

Because if the other party chooses to give up implicitly, then it is still too early for me to contact him.

Doing it too early will not change the outcome, it will just cause too much embarrassment and may even create a rift in the friendship.

In fact, most confessions fail, whether active or passive, and not many people can continue to be friends with each other. Instead, they often say "we'll still be friends in the future" and then become indifferent with fewer and fewer interactions.

It is natural for people not to want to recall the regretful and melancholy scenes of the past, and not to want to be reminded of sentimental scenes or to think of people and things when seeing them. But in the final analysis, there is a rift, and they are subconsciously distancing themselves from each other.

But if there is a more compulsory common intersection, then it is better to give both parties some time to relax until they meet again for work in the near future.

Omer Linton has the confidence to bring up new topics and business rhetoric, but for now, those ideas should be abandoned.

Between the emotional risk and the case involving the King of Beasts, he hesitated for only a dozen seconds before choosing the latter.

In fact, he still lacks an understanding of the scale of the matter.

The information was too little to infer the risk index if the matter was left alone, but since that guy was involved, it was difficult for him to regard it as a small incident.

That was actually work, right? Perhaps it was an excuse to comfort himself... Omer Linton also used this to comfort himself and dialed the number.

After another ten seconds of anxiety, he got a reply: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Perhaps nervousness affected his judgment, for just the first sentence sounded a bit 'pretentious' to Omar, as if he was acting in a pretentious manner in front of Director Shi Huaiya who was directing the scene.

This is the wrong time, isn't it? Omer thought thoughtfully. Perhaps she was at the work site and directly met the King of Beasts, so the latter mentioned her, so it was natural for her to put on airs in front of her subordinates.

But since he was already in working order, he might as well get straight to the point without any formalities:
"Have you ever met a guy who calls himself... no, not calling himself, but just calling himself the King of Beasts? He may also claim that he was once called Omer Linton."

"…Eh?"

The dry and doubtful voice meant that his words far exceeded her expectations, and made Omar feel depressed. Could it be that she hadn't seen it, or was he just imagining it too idealistically?

Could it be that her connection with the King of Beasts was even more indirect and more vague?
"Wait, you're coming to say... No, you know that guy?!"

Director Shi Huaiya, who almost asked you if you came to talk about this, was so tragically and admirably dedicated that he went straight to the topic of work.

Although the first half of the sentence made Omar somewhat concerned, the subtext of the second half immediately grabbed all his attention.

"Yes, that's right! I guarantee that what He said is true. He is from another universe, and probably my future self. He should be in a very bad state right now. Do you know where He last appeared? I need His location, preferably in the format of transmitting coordinates."

"Wait, wait a minute!" She shouted anxiously, mixed with the action of fiddling with some hard-shell device, and then after the sound of wind and collision that pulled something open, Omar realized that she seemed to be in the car.

"I'll send you the location! Tell me clearly - wait, I'm going to receive a text message... Hello, what?! Missing?! How did you keep an eye on it?!"

"..."

As Omer frowned and scrolled through Beatrix's private message window, he heard an awkward voice from the other end:
"Omer...he disappeared."

She could no longer maintain her airs and became timid and honest, as if one could see her drooping ears through the screen.

“It is Him,” Omer emphasized.

"He is not only my parallel universe self, but also my future self. His strength and life level far exceed my current self. He can even be called the "King of Beasts" by the existence of the God-blessed Sound Class. Do you understand what this means?"

"Uh...I..."

"Don't worry about whether you've made a big mistake. I've received the coordinates and address. Come over right away. Keep talking. Also, what did He say? Whether it was to others or to you, these are all very important and worth referring to."

As Omar spoke, he drew a line with his fingertips, and the black mist swayed like a huge snake's mouth, swallowing it up and then spitting it out at the street teleportation point in the new capital area.

Then, at the moment of being spit out, he heard someone say:
"He mentioned his uncle at the end. I mean your adoptive father."

"... "

"He asked Morrison Linton if he was there..."

The voice on the other end was very low, as if the speaker was aware of the situation in which the other party asked this question, and also aware of why the other party's voice was as low as his own at that time.

The voice was so hoarse and almost inaudible that it was clear that my hearing was much better than that of an average person.

"I feel like... No, not like... I did something wrong..."

"Then I'll apologize to the people who need to be apologized to!" Omar said as he found the direction of the police station. He raised his hand as he took the first step, and as he raised his hand, another black mist rose from the motor vehicle lane not far away.

Amid the roar of the engine from within, a ferocious-looking motorcycle rushed out!

From that moment on, his pedaling drew a trajectory of magic, and the appearance and exit of the demonic form created a momentary virtual outline, as well as the illusion of a sprint, allowing him to leave all the visual effects behind, catch up with the speed of the Beta motorcycle, and turn over.

The whole process took only three seconds, which was a sign of his efforts to save time. It also made him inevitably raise his voice to resist the sudden sound of the wind: "If it is Him you want to apologize to, then helping me now is equivalent to helping Him! It is also a form of compensation! Now! Put aside those personal feelings and tell me what else He said!"

　Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival yet, I heard someone in the live broadcast room say that "it is the Mid-Autumn Festival only when there is a holiday." I think it makes sense and is a truth that students and office workers will agree with (Professor Yokomine's tone
　　So I would like to wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance!
　　(End of this chapter)