Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 229 Two Sakaki
"wrong."

Natsume suddenly realized what was happening.

"Can't you just send it to Number Two? The network is interconnected."

Natsume looked at the AI ​​with a strange expression, wondering why it liked this kind of pointless behavior.

"Ahem. Because, because it's more ceremonial this way."

"You are a carbon-based being, you don't understand love."

The AI's stammering voice rang out.

"Really?" Natsume suspiciously plugged in the USB drive, and the second AI instantly read its contents.

“Z—”

In that instant, Natsume seemed to hear a faint crackling sound.

"I hate you!"

The voice of the second AI suddenly rang out, even colder than before.

In an instant, the expression on the puppy holding the flower cracked, and it froze on the spot.

With a 'whoosh,' the display screen area occupied by the No. 1 AI began to shrink indefinitely, until finally Natsume was so small that he could no longer be seen on the screen.

It became withdrawn.

Natsume remained silent, simply unplugging the USB drive, wondering what that long string of 10s represented that could make Number Two even angrier.

"Mr. Natsume, I knew you'd be here!"

Jiao Zi's joyful voice rang out at the entrance of the cold storage.

Seeing Natsume cast her gaze, she shook the heavy phone in her hand, which looked like a brick.

This is a communication tool custom-made by Natsume, specifically for contacting important people.
It supports all regions of the alliance, allowing satellite calls even in areas without signal.

Most importantly, it can conceal its signal transmission and reception locations.

"Go outside and wait a while."

Natsume waved his hand.

Since we're already here, let's see how well Number Two is progressing in deciphering the meanings of those location totems.

Soon, Natsume discovered that Number Two's meaning structure regarding the unknown totem had formed two documents.

One is almost all meaningful word combinations; there are nearly a thousand on just one black bar.

The study also included statistics on the frequency of meaningful words appearing in all the black bars.

Two words were the most frequent.

They are time and space, respectively.

Time and space.

Natsume immediately thought of the Twin Dragons of Time and Space.

However, this is not necessarily the only possibility.

Because besides these two words, there are many other different combinations that appear frequently, just slightly less often than these two.

"It all depends on whether you can extract some meaningful sentences."

Natsume muttered to himself.

Determining the meaning of words is not difficult in itself.

Even the AI ​​only took about a week to complete the task.

The most challenging part is identifying and selecting sentences that have real meaning.

After closing the document, Natsume casually checked the various settings of the AI-powered No. 2.

Suddenly, Natsume's surprised voice rang out:

"So that's why you didn't just send it directly. Turns out Number Two blocked you."

"Hey, hey, don't turn it off!"

Natsume forcibly turned on the No. 1 AI.
Stepping out of the cold storage, Jiaozi waited quietly outside.

As soon as Natsume came out, the other person stared straight at the top of his head.

"What are you doing?"

Natsume covered his head and took a half step back.

“Mr. Natsume, I’ve put waterproof material in your pillow.”

Jiaozi suddenly said.

"Really? That's very kind of you."

Natsume was taken aback, thinking that he had been judging others by his own petty standards.

I haven't been sleeping very comfortably these past two days.

Natsume approached with relief and took the phone from Jiaozi's hand.

The next second, Jiaozi stood on tiptoe and casually touched Natsume's steaming bald head.

“It’s slippery, Mr. Natsume.”

Jiaozi's fingertips twirled above Natsume's head. Pushing Jiaozi aside, Natsume immediately made a phone call to Sakaki.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep."

"The number you dialed is not being answered."

"Hmm?" Natsume looked at his phone curiously.

It's possible that Giovanni is busy right now.

So Natsume attacked again.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep."

"strangeness."

Natsume frowned.

In the past, even if Sakaki didn't answer, the call would be transferred to Apollo.

Could something have happened?
I remember when I contacted Sakaki last time, he seemed to have mentioned that he was going to deal with someone.

Will it be dealt with?
As Natsume was speculating, a screen suddenly appeared on his phone.

It was a video call from Sakaki.

Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly.

When the video call connected, the screen was filled with static and white dots, accompanied by a loud, labored breathing sound.

The person holding the phone on the other end seemed to have just calmed down.

My own phone definitely won't have a signal problem.

The only possibility is that Sakaki is in some remote, desolate place.

However, as the white snowflakes gradually disappeared, a flash of crimson appeared and the image became clear, revealing only an ancient wall to Natsume.

The perspective was amazing; Natsume felt like he was playing a first-person game.

After thinking it over, the only possibility is that the camera on the communication device was clipped to Sakaki.

The ancient walls, at first glance, resemble a medieval castle, and there is a mural on them.

"Kacha——"

Those who didn't come, the murals fell down.

Sakaki on the other end seemed very sensitive; almost the instant the mural fell, he turned his gaze away.

The camera pans across the wall, and in the flickering light, Natsume sees three bloody holes, extremely deep holes piercing through the wall.

"what is that?"

Natsume suddenly spoke up.

"Clap!"

As if something unexpected had happened, Natsume could feel the camera on the other end shaking.

Communication equipment fell.

The camera suddenly plummeted. The dull thud as it hit the floor tiles sent shivers down my spine, and beads of blood trickled down the crack in the screen.

The camera refocuses, freezing on Sakaki's corpse.

His expression was contorted, his right eye bulging with horror, while his left eye was strangely half-closed, a certain determined glint frozen beneath his blood-stained eyelashes.

Blood was continuously gushing from the huge hole in his forehead.

Natsume: “???”

"So, does that mean I can inherit the Rockets?"

As Natsume spoke, he took out a Sakaki leather headgear and put it on his head.

After shaving his head, he actually looked quite decent wearing the suit.

"Ah."

With a soft chuckle, the communication device's view flipped wildly, as if someone had picked it up and was wiping away the bloodstains in their hand.

Judging from the color of the blood, Sakaki appeared to have just been killed.

Natsume narrowed his eyes, waiting for the mastermind behind the scenes to speak.

Unexpectedly, the other person spoke in a tone that Natsume was extremely familiar with.

"It doesn't seem like a good idea to put communication devices on the lens."

The man lifted his glasses, his gaze widening, gradually shifting from blurry to focused, and then clear again, revealing Sakaki's face once more!

"Ok?"

Natsume was stunned for a moment, the deep blue light in his eyes never stopping for a second.

From the moment he noticed the anomaly, Natsume unleashed his psychic powers without reservation.

His eyesight is now comparable to any high-tech camera.

The Sakaki before us, and the Sakaki lying on the ground in blood, are different from any angle or detail.

There's absolutely no difference in this face!

It's exactly the same!
(End of this chapter)