Please ask the dream

"Wow! It's so terrible! I won't do bad things again! Wuuwuwuwu..."

In the office of the countermeasures team for the advent of the other dimension, a group of men looked at the female comrades surrounding a crying little thing to comfort it, and for a moment they felt it was extremely absurd.

Is this thing the culprit that caused the national and even the world's network to collapse before?

Not long ago, when they had just started to build a new local area network and began to use disconnected network devices to make old-era storage tools, preparing to copy the disconnected and isolated archived data in their hands to the new network in a primitive and inefficient way.

The network that had completely collapsed suddenly recovered.

And when everyone was at a loss, this little thing drilled out of the computer of the diplomatic department, and as soon as it came out, it used diplomatic rhetoric that was full of official language, although it was crying, to beg for official protection.

Then, then this thing was sent to them.

"So, you've been talking nonsense, can you tell us what happened?"

Seeing this black little thing acting cute, the staff officers who were eager to know what happened finally couldn't help themselves.

"So I want to apply for asylum! You guarantee my personal safety... well, my animal body, then I will give you the information I have!"

The black little thing's face changed instantly, and the tears on his face disappeared, replaced by an expression that looked like he was plotting something bad.

"But you have done so many bad things that we can't trust you at all!" A middle-aged woman who is more eloquent said in a meaningful tone. The little thing paused slightly, and then heard the woman say: "The vitality of a growing Digimon doesn't seem to be very strong, right? You seem to only be able to throw flying needles or something? Otherwise, we might as well kill you, anyway, you can be resurrected in the online world again!" "No!" Impmon immediately exploded, shaking the ball that he didn't know whether to call his body or his head like a rattle, flapping his wings and trying to fly up, while saying in a sharp voice: "I don't want to go back, absolutely not! Absolutely!" "Sure enough, it's the same as the intelligence, he is a character who bullies the weak and fears the strong." The staff officers watching nodded secretly in their hearts, but no one came out to play the good cop. Different strategies should be used to deal with different targets. Although they are not a professional negotiation team, this department itself is composed of people transferred from various functional departments, and there are many people who are proficient in this. After deliberately leaving Impmon alone for a while, the little creature seemed to finally realize that this group of people didn't understand how terrible the situation was without any understanding, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I can tell you part of it, but you have to protect me! Well, I can do a lot of things!"

"You go first."

The reply without a promise made Impmon very unsure, but he also knew that if he didn't show some intelligence, the information in his hands would not attract much attention, so he could only say with a gloomy face:

"Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next!"

"Don't worry, we are all professionals, I'm not afraid, just keep talking. "

Imperialmon's expression twitched, but he still tried to recall:

"Don't look at me like this, I used to be an evil and powerful Devilmon!"

Everyone looked at each other, and seemed to exchange glances. The one who was responsible for speaking immediately said:

"We know, so what?"

For the indifference of everyone, Impmon felt humiliated by being looked down upon. He flapped his wings and flew to the conference table, jumping and saying:

"Hey! Devilmon, do you know what Devilmon is? Super powerful and super evil, I have black gears that can change the core data of Digimon into virus species, and can also destroy files by folder, spreading the data to other servers..."

"That's a hacker, then what?" The good-faced communication staff responded casually, and a cross jumped on Impmon's forehead, but thinking of everything that happened before, he still shrank his body and didn't dare to attack, but continued:

"I don't know why I came to the real world, and then I was hacked to death by a white-haired guy."

"Puff..." A chuckle that couldn't be held back suddenly sounded, and everyone turned around instantly. The young man who was stared at also knew that he had made a mistake, and immediately lowered his head and said:

"Sorry, you continue."

"Hmph!" Impmon hummed in dissatisfaction, Then he said:

"That idiot doesn't know how to absorb data, so my data basically all returned to the network world. But for some reason, there are no Digimon in your digital world, and there is no Creation Village. I plan to use your network to spread some black gears, so as to collect more data to evolve into a stronger form. Well, you know what evolution is, right?"

"Yes, so do you want to evolve into a female Devilmon? Or do you want to evolve into a vampire beast?" In order to suppress the momentum and psychology, the communicator used seemingly casual words to reveal to Impmon, "We know your intelligence very well." Impmon obviously understood this deterrence, and his body trembled slightly, then adjusted his tone and said in a softer voice:

"What to evolve into depends on the data obtained. I originally planned to evolve into a powerful demon type, and then become the ultimate form of the demon king type. As a result, when absorbing data, I was attacked by a female demon beast..."

"Wait a minute!" A staff officer who had a certain understanding of the digital worldview raised his hand and interrupted:

"Ghostmon? Who is it? Grannymon? Or the female form of Ghostmon or Devilmon?"

"Not who, but... Oh, you don't have to call it beast, let me think, by the way, you seem to call that thing CyberGhostmon..."

"Cough cough!" At this point, several staff officers who were still thinking choked instantly and tried to hold back, but the more you hold back a cough, the more you cough. The leader glared at those who coughed, and although he almost choked, he still held his expression and tried to get the topic back on track--

"I see, you continue."

"..." Impmon always felt that this feeling was not right I have seen it, but I still recall:

"She chased me madly, saying that I disturbed her date, mumbling something like the atmosphere was just right, something that would be done soon... and then she tore me apart..."

"Puff!"

"Hey!" Impmon finally couldn't help it, jumping hard and said:

"Don't think I don't know, I have seen this scene when I was eating data before, and then you will definitely say that you remembered something happy and then said that your wife gave birth to a child, right? What I said is true! Really! That cyber ghost girl is very powerful, her nails are like blades, and her eyes are like torches. I have evolved into a new kind of Devilmon, digital alloy! Do you know digital alloy? She stretched out her hand and poked me! Hey! Are you listening!"