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Chapter 1532 No. 149: There are so many impossibilities

The man in full armor was dressed in black, and from a distance he could only see a flickering blood-red glow.

He is tall and broad-shouldered, and looks very tall and strong, with a faint hint of a man with double horns on his forehead...

When he was leaving the Great Guignol Theatre, he saw the backs of the two people, which was hard to ignore, but he still did not stop the pace of the accompanying vehicle.

Obviously, in his judgment of priorities, he tended to favor the figures on the six quartz transmission platforms.

Nishizaki Yutaka, Federico, Sirius, Raccoon, Beatrix, Holhaya - all these achievements were attributed to Arturo.

Although, as the theater director said, their mental pollution levels were not high, they were all a little autistic after their deepest thoughts were stirred by the piano music of Sister Tutu, but among them... well... three of them.

The focus is on those three ladies.

That’s right, three ladies.

When his calculations were no longer occupied by urgent battle situations and environmental analysis, he would naturally have to face the difficult problems that followed like a relay race.

Although there is nothing wrong with calling her Miss, it would be more pleasing to the person concerned to call her Miss, but Omar's focus at the moment is not on this, but on a solemn expression.

He had made a frank promise to one of the three to end the months of waiting in his spare time. Now that he was not really free, an accident had already happened. It should have been natural for one of them to bring the other two, or to be brought by the other two, and then be swept away by the piano music of Miss Arturo and the long-term repression in their hearts...

This was something that he chose to put aside at the time, but it gave him a headache when he really faced it.

But obviously we still have to face it.

After all, the piano sound effects this time are real, and everyone’s memories are real and complete.

As soon as he left the stage, the black angel with black hair and black eyes came over with a "staff" to praise him, praising his strong will and praising her for the last time when her piano sound was completely blocked by Director Saria of Rhine Life. Even if she did block it, she couldn't block the flow of emotions.

In other words, although she failed to bring about the other party's extreme actions of firm will, Miss Arturo still felt the patterns deep in Saria's heart, just like Theresa and Omer's first meeting.

However, the black angel's empathy ability was obviously not as pure and hidden as that of the former demon king, so the current Omer Linton was still an unobservable black box to her, which was enough to arouse her interest and express her expectation for the next meeting.

Yes, she had no intention of going to the hospital with us.

Perhaps it was because of trust, or perhaps it was simply because of alienation, or perhaps the topic of discussion on the stage adjustment that had just been tested was the most attractive, she allowed her cold and taciturn cousin to be packed up and taken to the hospital with the rest of the people here.

Whatever the reason, Omar felt a little relieved.

Because according to his idea, the next difficult problem does not need an audience.

Especially those audiences who have just met and have some interactions with each other, and are only slightly better than strangers.

Of course, it would be best if there were no audience.

Although his experience as a public figure these days has given him a rare level of self-control and patience over most of his peers.

He has become stable enough to not care about what people gossip about him.

But this is obviously not just a matter for him.

A career-minded lady who joined the security system from a consortium family and became the director of the Secret Service Bureau while constantly accumulating experience and qualifications, but she has never had a love life.

A newborn baby in the true sense of the word, less than two years old as far as I can remember.

And a person with multiple identities who has been active in many industries and fields, has made some achievements and has a notorious reputation in each field...Holhaiya is really the most out of place among them.

She's been hanging around in the pond with a max-level account, but her progress is always in a certain range. Rather than saying that she has some weird shortcomings, it's better to say that Omer is too good at defense.

A woman whose looks and figure both hit your liking zone, who makes no secret of her affection and enthusiasm, who is always looking for opportunities to ask you out, and who can act like the type you like, and who has no doubt that she will have a carnivorous follow-up after the trip, and who is always showing off her presence at work and in private leisure - the premise and follow-up of this kind of person who thinks like a goblin touching his chin should only be a big do!

But some demons can make the impossible possible for you. Don't worry.

Don't be in a hurry, that legendary demon hunter.

Not talking about you.

Omar, put down your brother's plastic chair.

Well, let's not talk about the slicked-back hair that whistled past just now. When the silence accompanied the examination and prescription that took more than ten minutes, Nishizaki Yutaka and Federico had no intention of reviewing the game or discussing their gains. They just found a reason each, said they would go back to communicate online, and left in a hurry. Omer couldn't tell whether they smelled trouble or were simply unable to calm down.

Generally speaking, the emotions hidden deep in one's heart are probably some kind of regret, some kind of entanglement, some kind of pain. Once these thoughts are revealed, what follows is either pain or some kind of determination that has to be made.

Arturo's piano music can make people sink or rise up, but the complexity of reality makes the rise itself not absolute - your determination and decisiveness may not necessarily get you out of trouble.

It is undeniable that when the emotions that have been suppressed are finally released, one will definitely feel relieved and will breathe a sigh of relief.

But it is very common to take another breath after exhaling.

You're not really out of the woods.

You begin to face new dilemmas.

Just like those ladies who were also silent.

Of course, the Sirius symbol is not included.

The Sirius, who had just fought with the virtual image of his uncle from another world, looked very high-spirited. At the beginning, he mixed in with a group of people like an optimist in a gathering of pessimists, looking around with a proud and confident look, unable to understand anything.

But he felt great about himself, looking like a silly dog ​​turning his head left and right and sticking out his tongue.

Reminds Omer of Lapland.

Thinking that these wolves with arrogant and cowardly personalities might eventually go down the same path of being called a stupid dog.

Omer began to worry about Narita Bairen's future, just like worrying about when the characters in Pili would break out of the ordinary. He hoped that everyone's cool and awesome impression could be maintained and not collapse too quickly.

But he didn't have much time to think about these things, because the situation changed too quickly. Sirius, who was just a stupid dog, seemed to smell something not long after Nishizaki Yutaka and Federico left.

Of course, it is also possible that he remembered it.

After all, when she and Yue Chi were fighting, there were also messages on the public screen, and she should have heard it if she was even a little distracted.

Just remembering it itself is nothing. Even if one smells some clues, it will at most lead to more people pointing fingers at Omar.

Omar was almost accustomed to Sirius's aggressiveness towards him, and he didn't think she would go crazy and laugh at those three ladies she wasn't very familiar with.

but……

When this person seemed to have sensed something and looked thoughtful, and then looked at himself in surprise, the look he gave himself was not narrow, not mocking, but angry.

Omar would, on the other hand, ponder, with his fingers crossed.

Then he put his hands on his forehead, confused.

Finally, he raised his head and his hands, twisting the bridge of his nose.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Although I don't smoke at all.