Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-3] Causes of World Peace (1/2)

“Uh.” Ret was surprised by the beggar's immediate reply. “I change question only.”

Then his smartphone screen, changed color to blue again after he touched the column [No].

“Isn't the Gym or Dojo any better?” ask Ret, a little doubtful. “And, why should it be in Area.3?”

In the District.2 where Ret lived, Area.3 as well as the Area which was the territory of the upper class population were the areas he had always avoided. That's why Ret paid tribute to the World System to move population to Area.0―though it had to go down population cluster and can only live in the Lower Class Resident Area which is definitely very shabby.

“5 Credits to answer that,” said the beggar. “How?”

Ret nodded while directly touching the column [Yes], when the screen of his smartphone is bright yellow.

Ignoring the color of his smartphone screen that returned to a bright blue color, Ret listened to the beggar in front of him, explaining, “Gym, of course you must know, it was all in the Upper Class Residential Area, with the entrance fee to get there already 6 Credits and plus a very long distance, you have to use transportation. Going home is not cheap, and of course living there is also not an option. And if the Dojo. Maybe that's all from me. There's a question―” The beggar cuts his own explanation when he sees something on his smarthpone. “Oh!”

“Uh?!” Ret was surprised when the beggar suddenly looked at him.

“Slight bonus for my first customer in today,” added the beggar, grinning sharply and looking at him with a mysterious gaze, “There, you will meet someone interesting.”

“Someone interesting?” ask Ret.

Ignoring Ret's question, the beggar asked with his tone back to how it was, “There's another question?”

“Uh, then, I want information about the leader and superior of the Justice-man.” Unit

“Ohh..... That kind of thing is pretty expensive, kid. 75 Credits for basic information. How?”

“I want, as complete as possible?”

Ret was a little nervous when demanding more, as she had already predicted something.

And sure enough, the beggar showed his palm and said to him, “500 Credits for details all information.”

“Uh,” sigh Ret, shaking her head.

Once again he reluctantly saw the light of his smartphone screen was bright yellow and said:

Transfer 500 Credits to account: %$##112

[Yes] Or [No]

He directly touched the [No] column and said, “Basic information, it's fine.”

“OK,” said the beggar, showing his smartphone screen to Ret.

On the smartphone screen the beggar pointed out, there was only a black barcode with a bright blue question mark in the middle. The Ret smartphone screen also underwent the same change, but the middle of the barcode in the form of a white question mark like forming an empty space.

He put his smartphone in line with the beggar's smpartphone. Then the screens of both smartphones emit white light.

“All the information you want is already in your Mobile World Mail Terminal portal. You can check it after this session ends,” explained the beggar, looking down and playing his smartphone back. “There are other questions?”

“Ah! Information about Army―” leader Blue screen Ret smartphone changed to bright red color. And he knew that the timing of the information purchase session had expired when he saw the time showing at 08.00.43am. However, he kept asking, “One more question, Sir?”

“Uh.” Ret shook his head. “Thanks for this session, Sir.”

The beggar just nodded and got down from the box, then turned around and walked to the end of the alley. If observed clearly, at the end of the alley there is a back door of a building.

“May I know,” asked Ret, as the beggar clasped the doorknob, “What's your name, sir?”

“You bought my Blue Stamps from a lottery or regular newspaper subscription, right?” ask the beggar back, and take a slight glance at him. “See you're not part of them. And I thought, we won't see each other again.”

Ret saw the beggar open the door and climb up the stairs without closing the door.

Then when the door closed itself, the strange accent sound of the beggar was heard by him, “%$## ... Just call me: $###%.”

Ret smartphone screen changed back to the main portal Mobile Terminal .Wix as the door in front of him closed tightly.

“S?” ret said, confusion. “What?!”

Thinking for a moment, then he shook his head as he turned around and walked outside the alley.

The light of the sun shone brightly, and touched his face as he outside the dark alley behind him. The people around the Slum Park started to dwindle, and some of the residents came out of the alley like themselves, then left.

Ret sighed in frustration when he saw the remaining Credit balance he had. Will this be useful? He saw information about the leaders of the Justice-man Unit.

“Spending 117 Credits just for information, huh,” murmured, shaking his head once more. “I think, this will be useful. Maybe.”

Secret smiled when he saw his smartphone screen there was a photo of a beautiful white woman with shoulder-length hair and a small scar on her cheek.

The only Female Commander in this District Unit, huh, Ret thought.

After reading the basic information of the beautiful woman, she stuffed her smartphone into her sports jacket indifferently.

Walking through the Slum Park, he stopped by the nearby Kombini while looking through newspapers and magazines. Various foods and utensils were arranged and lined up neatly on the shelves and in the glass cabinets in front of him.

Robot Launch, Party Member politics, violation of entertainment rights in a District―Area and so on, written in the headlines of newspapers and magazines. However, Ret is not interested in reading all that again, he is looking for a strange display of advertisements in the form of obscure advertisements such as a simple password that the beggar has said before. Or the sale of a product with unreasonable Credits, which is why he subscribed to the newspaper.

He subscribed to the newspaper to get Stamps or the like in order to buy information. Informants use sheets of paper to promote their services or products. Because it is impossible if they advertise it on the portal .Any Wix, which will always be monitored by the World System. And only among the upper class population and clusters on it can advertise services, or products in various Mobile World Terminal portals such as .Wix and other World System kids.

“Nothing, huh,” sighs Ret, while shaking his head.

He kept the magazine he had read, and walked to the fridge to buy a drink. Then he got out of Kombini and continued running.

Ret continued to run and reached the border between Area.0 and Area.1 which was still a low-class residential area. However, even the middle class was seen by him passing by and in and out of the Border Gate.

Beggars leaning against the outside wall of a building and thugs are locking on to their targets, seen by Ret. They got together and formed their own groups.

However, not a single one of them had rashly lunged or attacked to make a fuss, as Area.0 & Area.1 in the District.2 was a place for lower-class residents like them to rest.

Ret drank the water in the bottle he had just bought. Then he threw the empty drink bottle into the trash while turning around, and ran back towards the Inn.

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