Chapter 81: The Spiral of Pursuit
"Can't you just be honest and talk back on the Internet?"
"Same as that man?"
"His name is Morrison. Linton, my adoptive father...? You seem to be a lot calmer. β
"I'm not her."
βοΌ Well, what soul is this time? β
"And the soul."
"That's really reassuring."
Omer smiled, but thought about the outside of the dream.
It was a quiet Sunday at that time, and the thanks he mentioned were not only dismissive, but also based on incomprehensible inexplicability, as if he was talking about something that did not exist.
So...... Affectionate, gentle, empathetic and soul--you'd better be!
At this moment, he watched the other party blatantly wear a mold with an understatement, and walked out of the station with him.
did not question the identity of the other party, but began to consider condemning the other party's fare evasion.
But before he could speak, he was prejudged by the other party:
"Actually, there are card swipes." She smiled sideways.
It's not the Manchester City cafΓ©, but the gentle smile on Sunday's quiet face, and the gratuitous extra femininity can't help but make Omer feel a little frightened.
Especially the action of the other party raising his wrist slightly after that, it is also a little playful and cute.
The original intention was to show a metal bracelet that slipped out of the cuff, on which hung an electronic card screen, and the deduction information was still kept.
But in the eyes of young people, what is difficult to accept is the contrast in temperament and personality.
Playful and cute, smiling and tranquil Sunday ...... There are always some warnings of danger, like they're going to be killed soon.
So he raised his hands in surrender, as if the girl had shown him some kind of threatening weapon.
"Okay, let's get down to business."
At this moment, the two of them are walking out of the subway entrance, and the road is still quite a distance from home, and Omer usually chooses to walk, which is probably convenient for the other party.
Even if it is a horse racing girl, it will take some time to walk more than a kilometer.
Well... Let's not mention the matter of the spirit, at least at the moment the other party is walking.
"Business... If you're down to business......"
The girl put her hands in the pockets of her iconic black trench coat and walked with her head down under the street lamp road shadowed by the trees, as if she was drowsy, and Omo couldn't help but wonder if she was not in good shape if she was far away from her body.
As for the study of the soul, the early scientific analysis of the theory was related to electromagnetic waves, and although the conclusions developed later became more and more distant, it is undeniable that the soul body is indeed similar to electromagnetic waves in some characteristics.
At times like this, it's better to keep the other person stable.
So Omer even gently reassured: "Think well, don't worry." β
Stepping into the familiar 'misunderstanding', it was like a reappearance of the situation with Mostima, and neither of the parties was aware of the strangeness of their own attitudes, until the horse lady suddenly raised her head.
In the golden pupils, which also seemed to flicker in the night, the young man opened the briefcase and prepared to take out the plastic bag of ingredients.
"I thought about it... It's about negative energy. β
"Oh?" Pulling a bag of ingredients out of the seemingly narrow opening of the briefcase, Omer turned to look at her, "Something new?" β
The negative energy, he had mentioned it to Sunday Tranquility, but the attitude of the person seemed to care more about people's interest than energy.
"It's related to Fuchu... It was also related to a certain student of Traeson...... Occasional sensations. β
"It's a little vague, can't it be clearer?"
Although mentioning the Fuchu Racecourse can also give some direction of investigation, who doesn't want to have clearer information? It's too vague to say what 'is related to a certain student of Trayson', how many students does Central Traison have? And how many students have the name 'Traeson'?
But when it comes to 'feeling occasionally'... He paused, staring at the girl who had also stopped.
"I... Didn't remember either. The girl thought he was waiting for the rest of the question, and she was a little embarrassed.
But the young people asked, "Middle School, High School, or University?" β
ββ¦ University Faculty Bar......"
"It's really narrowed down a lot, and it's helped a lot......" Omer looked back thoughtfully, and felt a night breeze blow, and Sunday Tranquility was frowning at him.
Especially the big stack of vegetables and meat in my hand.
"You just came back from grocery shopping?"
Both of her ears were bent back very hard, if not angry, but alert.
But what is there for her to be wary of?
Omerio tilted his head slightly, then bowed his head: "... Almost, you shouldn't have waited for me to cook for you. β
"I don't think you can do it to my taste, it's not the point!"
Sunday Tranquility, who subconsciously retorted, said, glared at the innocent Omer, and then said seriously: "I have seen the relationship between the gang and the mercenary group you posted before, and this case does involve a lot of forces, but that is not our goal." β
"Of course, the goal of the commission is to investigate the Yugel company, and the ultimate goal is to find out the condition of the horse racing girl."
"Very well, so you're a little far away now," she didn't mention that she and Sirius were in the same position, just hoping that Omer wouldn't suddenly disappear and make her look forward to it in vain, "Let's concentrate on your dream tracking, but not tonight, get some rest." β
"It's amazing to hear that."
Sunday Tranquility gave him a blank look: "Since you are a trainer, you have to enjoy tomorrow's derby." β
It's as if the trainer is going to go out into the derby.
But even if this is not the case, for the practitioners related to horse racing, it is probably indeed difficult to see the glory of derby.
With more than 30,000 spectators and countless live broadcasts, as the second race of the "Classic Triple Crown", it is usually a dream race that is only once in a lifetime and determines the apex of the same generation.
At the same time, it is also a difficult challenge.
'The fastest gets the moon, the luckiest gets the derby', not to be lucky enough to win the derby, but to derby itself as a field against numerology.
Girls with the soul of otherworldly horse racing will also face challenges similar to their racehorse fate, which vary from person to person and are not fixed.
But the Far East derby itself is an unavoidable trial, as long as you really intend to challenge the supreme ruler.
The horses will pay attention, and the trainers will pay attention, as long as you pay attention to those elf-like girls, it will be difficult not to care.
Even if you don't care about Ma Niang's gambling dog at all, you will call friends to greet you and watch it together, just so that the gambling funds can be successfully put in place.
Omer, who can hit several of the above reasons, can only bow his head: "That's true, so should I say goodnight in advance?" β
"Good night," said a rare mild sentence on Sunday Tranquility, and then the next sentence was a vicious voice, "the terminal took it out." β
"Your tone makes me feel like I've been robbed." Omer sighed and raised his hand to reveal the terminal.
In the next second, I saw that Sunday's tranquility turned into a swift black gas into the terminal, and quickly disappeared.
This also caused Ormer to backhand and look at the screen of the terminal itself.
I feel that Fang Cai's picture sense is a bit of a divine plan, but it's still more like a Poke Ball.
But...... University Division......
Truly... That arrogance can be said to be youthful and vigorous, or it can be said to be disdain after becoming famous.
Before figuring out the Nayuger Company, it may be possible to solve the problem of the proliferation of negative energy monsters first.
(End of chapter)