The sound of music.

During the séance, the Manchester City Café often hears a piece of music in the half-asleep psychic sense.

In the midst of that music, dreams followed.

She is engaged in a long chase in it.

That kind of chase was just hopeless at first.

I can't see the target, I don't know what I'm chasing.

The beautiful song is over, and she will realize that it is not a song for herself.

The will to move forward gradually faded, and gradually I could not see the way forward, and I lost the will to run.

So she grew thinner.

The new horse battle and the azalea award were lost twice.

is clearly a cultivator of the séance department, but it seems that he has already incarnated into a wandering spirit.

But the music still plays.

The run will also continue.

If you ask what is different, it is only during that cultivation period that I met a different 'friend' than before.

It's no secret that Manchester City Cafe is a child who is not so good at socializing.

The 'friends' she refers to are often amazing ghosts, but this time, the 'friends' who call themselves 'SS' are not so dead.

Rather, it's like the soul of a living person, and it's very close to her. After talking to her and being guided by her, the heavy weight of the Manchester City Tea House also recovered little by little during the recuperation period.

And that chase began to change.

The scene shifts to a spiral chase on a Ferris wheel.

Running back and forth with that ghostly figure.

Turn, rise, turn, fall.

Thoughts keep looping, and before you know it, you are already on top of the colorful 'gears'.

She didn't win, but she wanted to win.

So two weeks later, she was standing on that track.

Furano Special Race, Grassland, 3500m, Weather: Sunny, Racecourse Condition: Good.

There, the Manchester City Tea House met 'her'.

Like a real racegirl, she stood in front of the gate, winked at herself, and then made a gesture ready to start.

The familiar music sounded.

You can see her back.

You can only see her back.

Desperate to run, against the swaying back.

It's as if consciousness has been stirred, diluted, reconstructed, and turned into a gear just to catch up with each other, embedded in the Ferris wheel.

Who the hell are you and why are you running......

Such thoughts are gradually blurring.

On a track like that, whether it's cheering or roaring, all the noise will be gone.

In this chaotic world, only the road chasing her is silent and dreamy.

There is no doubt that at that moment, I had left the world behind.

I'm chasing you.

Always, it's just you——!

『アナタヲオイカケテ』/The form of the king

With that extreme intention of chasing, Manchester City Café, which has not been engrossed in the grass for too long, still has a steady and swift pace on the uphill slope like that of a famous mountaineer.

"Mountaineer"

An orange glow shone from the side of the black shadow trampling the grass, and she looked at the uninhabited track, as if a raging black shadow was ahead.

"パス get started" / good at catching up

The desire to catch up welled up in her heart, and her steps went further, reaching the same front in the seeken vision of the cyber horse girl.

[Physical examination, no abnormality in the field of vision, but that moment just now...]

A furious sprint, like a will to dominate the entire field, the pitch-black figure that could shake the grass even - the Mapu Bourbon was sure that he saw such an awe-inspiring figure.

Witnessing such a shocking picture, even Cyber Ma Niang was slightly down, and even the most sophisticated logic had to operate in an intelligible world, and when the unknowable realm descended, her mind went blank, and she could only grasp the little bit of information that was known.

【… The séance of the tea house members? 】

Whatever it is, that's the end of it.

The end has come.

Mipo Bourbon, who lost the opportunity to explode under the shock of the black shadow, could only be worthy of the flush line with the opponent, followed by Elie Suzi, who arrived two seconds later.

The last one turned his head to look at Omer, who was holding a stopwatch on the side, and ran over with open arms, with a false cry on his face that had become a foil for running: "What's going on this time?" Guinea Pig Jun~"

"Don't be sad, you see Bourbon is still losing at a loss." Omer raised his hand, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and pressed it against the palm of the other party's hand, so he also avoided the hypocrisy and hugged him with ulterior motives.

"You called Sunday Tranquility here for this?"

Passing by by by mistake, the speedman asked in a low voice.

"Surprise, wait and see." Omer said disapprerovingly.

Glancing at the stopwatch in his other hand, Omer walked over to Bourbon.

"Come back to your senses and look at your grades."

As if he were dealing with an old electrical appliance, Ormer patted Bourbon's head lightly, and then handed the stopwatch to the chestnut red lady.

The effect of this 'restart' was obvious, and she was back on her feet, but her breathing still needed to be calmed.

"I'm sorry, Mater."

"Nothing to be sorry about, this is just the beginning of training." Omer said calmly, noticing that her gaze was looking towards the teahouse.

There, the Manchester City Café was greeted by Sunday's tranquility, and after receiving the mineral water handed by the latter, it seemed to hear some extremely exciting news, and his eyes lit up.

'Rest for a while, run again, I'll accompany you' or something, even if you don't intend to eavesdrop, the ears of the demon and Ma Niang are really keen.

Looking at the tranquility of Sunday, which resembled the members of the café, the Bourbon couldn't help but recall the dark shadow he saw at that moment.

"Master—" she couldn't help but speak, though she hadn't figured out what to say next.

But only trying to tell some strange thoughts is preserved, but where does that begin?

From his own negligence in not using his natural skills, or from the vision of the members of the café when they ran...... She wanted to ask the question about the café members, but before that, the Master had already raised his hand.

Again, patted her head gently:

"Rest first," Omer said, pulling out a bottle of mineral water from his briefcase and handing it to her, "You'll see the answer to your question later." ”

"Okay, Master."

"By the way, Bourbon, you take this first." As he spoke, he beckoned to Yutaka Nishisaki.

The latter immediately trotted over a few steps, handed him something like a light walkie-talkie, which he took and stuffed into Bourbon's hand.

"Just press a few keys to try?"

“？ Predicting the possibility of sabotage, it is advisable to stop trying. ”

The mobile phone screen of the Meipu Bourbon is still cracked, and the screen on the instrument is somewhat psychological.

"If you press it, you will press it, and the guinea pig-kun is not unaware of your situation." Elie Suko, who was holding a mineral water bottle, said on the side.

She has been very nice to Bourbon lately, and after coming into contact with Yamato Chiji, Omo is somewhat skeptical that this is a meal replacement.

Of course, this is just a kind of speculation, and it is rare for Omer to make an unfounded guess, so naturally there is no need to care.

After listening to Suzi's words, Bourbon glanced at Omer, and then buried his head and pressed the button on it casually.

When she handed it back, she asked, "Master, what is this?" ”

"The tester that the Wastetime Society researched," Omer said lightly, "fate is not an ethereal thing for those researchers, and they have even figured out this kind of machine for their long-term experience in dealing with the situation of the horse racing girl. ”

"It just doesn't have to work," explained Yutaka Nishizaki, who didn't go back, "and the instruments can fail, let alone the ones that probe fate." ”

As he spoke, he stood next to Omer and looked at the fluctuating values on it, obviously remembering something, and added to Bourbon: "But this thing is quite expensive, I deliberately chose the one with a three-year warranty, and don't worry if it breaks." ”

"Rather, I wish it was broken now, and let me see what type it turned out to be."

Hearing this, Omo turned his head to look at the big shock that approached: "Did this kind of thing come in handy at the beginning?" ”

"Yes, but we usually recommend going directly to the Wastetime Association," said Da Zhen, "or to Miss Kanefulai." ”

"That guy is telling fortunes all over the world after the summer vacation, and no one knows where he is." Yutaka Nishizaki shook his head.

"If you're going to ask in the trainer chat room...... Does anyone pay attention to work groups on a long vacation? ”

Indeed, there was no hope, and Omer sighed silently.

At this time, looking at the two Ma Niang sisters in the distance, but also listening to the discussion here, Shinjo Akane rushed to the ground for the first time:

"Little snake, it's too late to change the decoration style of the office to an ancient style."

Antique - refers to the absence of technological elements.

Just like the Bourbon mansion in Meipu, the electrical appliances are often broken, so the whole family lives a country life.

For Omer, who is very accustomed to the convenience of science and technology, and uses big data to collect major intelligence, it is an ascetic within an ascetic.

When he thinks of such days, Omer has a sense of mission:

"No, this fate must be broken!"

This is really categorical, and there is even a solemn coldness.

But the next second, he turned his head to look at the distant start and fiddled with his stopwatch.

Several people also looked at the starting area, and saw that the two sisters who were too similar, only in different clothes, stood side by side, and then took a starting posture.

Without a shout, Omer raised his hand, and a fireball appeared in front of the two sisters' vision, bursting with snaps of fingers.

The residual heat was easily knocked away, and the purple-black source energy momentum rose from her sister and from her sister.

Can these two people speed up the same tune......

Omer, who realized that these two sisters were indeed interfering with each other mentally and even spiritually, had just a train running in his head, but he heard the call ring suddenly.

Are there a lot of people calling these days?

With such doubts, looking at the unfamiliar number above, he subconsciously took a few steps out of the crowd.

Scratch off the soundproofing and press Answer.

"It's Omer. Linton's office? ”

I've only heard this voice a few times, but it's not unfamiliar.

"Kingsley. Moore? Omer asked for a strange name.

But the other party happily replied: "Yes." ”

"Still, I want you to call me a businessman."

(End of chapter)