Chapter 6 About Ski Instructors

Matsuda's words interrupted Honglu's recollection.

"Why don't we go check next door? What if it really is someone you know?"

Ever since Matsuda met Honglu, he has been searching for a person with certain characteristics.

Moreover, this person truly lacks common sense.

Like a caveman, he strongly suspected that Honglu had actually lost her memory.

It's just that their camouflage skills are top-notch, which creates the illusion that they haven't tried anything.

He couldn't even say where he lived!

No, he said he lives in a bus and his hometown is H Nest.

What kind of place is that? Buses are one thing, but what's the name of "H Nest"? Is it the Bird's Nest number?

Honglu finally managed to retrieve all the parts from the floor.

With a click, the clasps on the box snapped shut.

Honglu carefully stuffed the box containing the dangerous goods into the pile of luggage, making sure that the thing wouldn't ambush them again.

The afternoon sun shone obliquely through the window, casting its light on the face of the long-haired young man.

From this angle, Matsuda can see his blue eye perfectly.

Under the light, it resembles the illuminated azure sea, yet it also subtly reveals the brilliance of inorganic matter.

For some reason, it resembles a beautiful work of art.

Matsuda quickly dismissed this strange thought. How could this be fake? It was just a rare case of heterochromia iridis.

Kenji Hagiwara also chimed in, echoing his childhood friend:

"Yes, Honglu also wants to know who he is, right?"

etc……

Kenji Hagiwara remembered the young lady who was suppressing her anger and changed his words:

"Why don't we wait? That gentleman must be very busy right now."

He pondered for a moment and then suggested:

"Let's visit them again tonight, and we can also invite them to dinner."

The scene next door was not quite the same as what Kenji Hagiwara had imagined.

X was looking at the travel brochure provided by the hotel, which contained detailed information about nearby attractions.

First, there's the snow that hasn't completely melted yet.

Unlike the central region, which is about to enter cherry blossom season, Hokkaido's latitude allows it to retain the gifts of winter.

In other words, you can still go skiing now.

Okay, first I'll go skiing, I've already soaked in the hot springs, then I'll go back to Tokyo to see the cherry blossoms... and finally I can go back to work!

Thinking that he could go back to work in three days at most, X couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow's skiing trip.

What's this called... Spring Snow?

Angela was also reading a travel guidebook.

She frowned slightly, as if searching her database.

Looking at the supervisor who was practically counting down the days, I simply asked, "Can you ski?"

"Can't I?"

Can you?

Yeah, would I?

X never left Lobotomy Corporation.

Dante never went to the northern part of the city, and I...

X fell into deep thought, and he suddenly realized that he had lost some of his memories.

Whether the main characters possess skiing skills is questionable, but what about the player themselves?

As someone sitting outside the screen controlling the character, does he actually know how to ski?

Do I actually know how to ski?

The black-haired youth stared at the booklet in his hand, his eyes unmoving, his whole being frozen in place.

Angela, however, was used to her supervisor's behavior.

She added a note to the memo: "We need a ski instructor, otherwise there's an 80% chance the supervisor will roll down the slope."

It might even fly out.

A slight vibration came from the phone on the coffee table; it belonged to the supervisor.

Seeing that the supervisor was still in a state of malfunction due to the cosmic cat head.

Angela sighed, walked over, and picked up the terminal.

It's a text message, sent by the Minister of Welfare, Haised, or, as is customary with the X, Cheese.

[Manager, how was the trip? Remember to bring me back some local specialty coffee!]

The coffee machine made its standard announcement, and before Angela could reply, the terminal vibrated again.

This time it's the head of the discipline department, Geburah; the supervisors usually call her by her real name, Carrie.

[Never mind him, I'll keep an eye on those monsters. You guys have fun.]

It is clear that the two ministers are together, and Haised has most likely already been sanctioned.

Poor Haysed.

Angela felt no emotion whatsoever. She wished him good luck and hoped he would run fast.

Angela simply replied to the Minister of Welfare with a few words:

This country does not produce coffee.

Unlike the specially designed terminals for the supervisor, Angela's phone was something she bought anywhere in this world.

As an AI from Lobotomy Corporation, she can directly access signals from the company.

The phone is just to avoid standing out and to make it easier to blend into the crowd.

Angela received another message, this time not from the supervisor's terminal, but from a direct incoming signal.

The signal source was Hokma, the head of the recording department, and the message was that Binah had gone out to find them.

"Manager, Binah is here."

Still lost in philosophical contemplation of the universe, the supervisor subconsciously asked:

Who's here?

Minister Binah

"Binah what?"

"..."

Just as Angela was about to reveal a fierce glint in her eyes...

A gap was torn open in the space in front of the two, and a short-haired woman wearing a cloak walked out from the crack, carrying a wilted flower.

This time, X didn't try to take the easy way out.

I carry a miniature version of the cognitive filter with me, and the first thing I do when I see that familiar guy is...

The black-haired youth then put on the cognitive filter made into glasses.

Sure enough, the cartoon-style thorny bus looks better.

Binah casually tossed the alien object he was carrying onto the ground.

How did you bring it out?

X was completely bewildered. Where was Yesod? Where was his intelligence chief? Wasn't he going to do anything about it?

Binah, in his usual slow tone, answered X's question:

"The reason is clear."

Specifically referring to that obviously abnormal anomaly, which is still in a state of being dead.

"This is just a derivative individual; the original O-02-98 is not here."

The young man nodded knowingly, "Then this little thing should be numbered O-02-98-1."

But X continued, asking Binah, "What about Yesod?"

"That little guy couldn't figure out why, so he came to me."

Wow, Gabriel! You're something else, going straight to the R&D department?

"Then what should we do with this?"

X looked at this anomaly that couldn't be extracted to generate any energy and asked Angela a question.

This was the first time Angela had encountered this situation, and she was just about to offer her suggestions.

The black-haired youth over there had his head down, rummaging through his pockets.

Finally, the young man pulled something out of his pocket that looked incredibly familiar to Angela.

Execution bullets are used to eliminate unstable elements, such as civilian personnel, and then there are even more civilian personnel.

"Angela, do you think this will work?" X asked with a spirit of exploration.

More than whether it would work, Angela wanted to know how the person in front of her managed to pull an execution bomb out of his pocket.

Or rather, when exactly did he slip it in?

Angela took a deep breath.

Even though she doesn't need oxygen, she is now feeling suffocated.

She emphasized:

"Manager, allow me to remind you, the execution bullet works by launching a small black hole, which will destroy all life within its range, and here!" She pointed to the hotel.

"This is just an ordinary residential house, unlike the specially treated Lobotomy Corporation facilities."

If you were to fire an execution bomb from here, there's a high probability this hotel would completely disappear from the world.

Just as Angela was explaining to X, who was carrying dangerous items without permission...

Binah was already sitting at the table, with a teapot of unknown origin on it.

She slowly sipped her black tea while watching the two people who seemed to be performing a comedy routine.

"Then we can try it again when we get back to the company."

Why not just fire the execution round when we get back to the company?

However, X has one more question:

"Binah, has O-02-98-1 maintained this status within the company?"

Binah had taken off her long cloak, and now she seemed more like the owner of the room than the two people surrounding the derivatives.

After hearing her supervisor's question, she nodded:

"Based on the current data, it has not been separated from the main body for long, and its main body should be in that vicinity."

When we found it last time, the child you summoned had already set off to find it.

Cabbage?

She fiddled with the cup in her hand, watching X, who wanted to go back to work overtime.

Angela's relaxing trip has already shown initial results; the dark circles under the young man's eyes have faded considerably, and he is no longer in the state that would have made people worry he would suddenly die on the spot before the trip.

"It's almost time."

What do you mean, "almost done"? Is she going back?

The terminal vibrated again, this time it was Hokma again.

The cabbage has already caught the thorny bus, so fast?!

What does it mean for a thorny bus to shrink itself into the bushes of a park?

She's not some shy little girl!

"Let's go."

Should we go back to the company?

Great! Energy is beckoning me.

Why did Binah walk towards the door? What was she going to do?

"Didn't you want to find someone to teach you how to ski?"

The young man turned around and looked at the secretary, who was counting the number of dangerous items that had been found on him.

"You said that?"

Angela didn't even look up, and replied:

"I'm just asking Benjamin to find an employee who can teach you how to ski."

She didn't expect Binah to come by herself.

Is it true that a leader teaches himself to ski?

Leaders' Skiing Lessons are now open! No need for 98,000, no need for 9,800.

A pot of black tea and a one-on-one private coach to take home!

What am I thinking about?! Stop thinking!

The long-haired young man with heterochromia walked to the door next door and raised his hand to knock.

But the door in front of them was opened from the inside before it could be opened.

The person who appeared before him was neither the black-haired, golden-eyed gentleman that Mr. Hagiwara had described.

It wasn't that lady who was supposedly very imposing either.

Rather, it was Honglu's nightmare.

The one who led the henchmen and scavengers, the one who slaughtered Brother Qiu's entire family, was the tuner from the leader.

Why do tuners exist in this world?!

Binah opened the door and saw the long-haired young man standing in front of her, stunned.

She knew him.

Or rather, to recognize his blue eyes.

This is the kid from H Nest back then, I think his name was Baoyu?

He's grown so big!

X followed behind Binah and only realized what was happening when he saw Honglu's trembling eyes outside the door.

Oh no! My precious Baozi!

But at this moment, Binah still wanted to unilaterally reminisce with this poor child.

"You are... a gem of the Jia family, right?"

X raised his voice, interrupting Binah's one-sided small talk.

"Let's go! Didn't you say you were going to teach me how to ski?"

X pushed the former leader, who was still trying to scare the child, away.

The child has finally started to act normally, let him go.

Binah was surprisingly compliant as her supervisor led the way, while Angela followed behind, carrying her dimensional bag.

As she brushed past Honglu, she carefully memorized his face, including his blue eyeball.

I recognized her eyes; she was the one who stole the supervisor's attention.

Honglu stared blankly at the departing figures of the three, while Hagiwara Kenji was just walking out of the room with a towel in his hand.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a young man who looked like he was being punished by standing in the hallway. He asked, puzzled:

"Let's go, didn't we say we were going to soak in a hot spring?"

As soon as he said it, Kenji Hagiwara realized something.

"So? Did you see that gentleman? Do you remember him?"

At that moment, he suddenly noticed his friend's face, which was as white as paper.

"Honglu? Hey! Honglu! How are you? Are you alright?"

The young man's somewhat confused mind picked up some keywords.

Sir? Honglu's CPU began to run slowly.

Sir, was it that gentleman who pushed the tuner away?

He painstakingly retrieved the remaining memories he had from the trauma.

The man seemed to have gotten involved for his own sake; initially, he had simply followed behind the leader.

Moreover, that inexplicable sense of familiarity...

Is that you, Manager Dante?

How did you end up hanging out with the head of state?

A note from the author:

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