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Chapter 241 NO.4: Solo. Spiral Chasing Song

the sound of music.

When practicing the origin energy practice of the spirit department, Manchester City Cafe often heard a piece of music during the half-dream and half-awake spiritual induction.

Immediately following the sound of that music was a dream.

She has a long chase in it.

That kind of pursuit was just hopeless at first.

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

The beautiful song was over, and she would realize that it was not for herself.

The will to move forward is gradually weakened, gradually unable to see the front, and also loses the will to run.

So she lost weight day by day.

He lost twice in the new horse race and the azalea prize.

He is clearly a practitioner of the Spiritual Division, but he seems to have turned into a wandering soul.

But the music still plays.

The running will also continue.

If you ask what is the difference, it is only during the training period that you met different 'friends' from the past.

Manchester City Cafeteria was notoriously a not-so-sociable kid.

The 'friends' she calls are often amazing ghosts, but this time, the 'friend' who calls herself 'SS' is not so lifeless.

Rather, it is like the living soul of a living person, and has a special affinity with her.After talking with her and being enlightened by her, the lean weight of the tea house in Manchester also recovered little by little during the recuperation period.

And that period of chasing also began to change.

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

Running back and forth with that ghostly figure.

Turn, rise, turn, fall.

Thoughts keep going back and forth, and before you know it, you are already on the colorful 'gears'.

She couldn't win, but she wanted to.

So two weeks later, she stood on that track.

Furano Special Race, grass field, 3500m, weather: sunny, racecourse condition: good.

There, Manchester Teahouse saw 'her'.

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

The familiar music also sounded.

I can see her back.

You can only see her back.

Running desperately, facing the swaying back.

It seems that the consciousness has been stirred, diluted, and reconstructed, and turned into a gear just to catch up with the other side, embedded on the Ferris wheel.

Who am I, why am I running...

Such thoughts gradually blurred.

On such a track, whether it is cheering or roaring, all the hustle and bustle will go away.

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

There is no doubt that the self at that moment—has left the whole world behind.

I am chasing you.

Always, just you——!
『Anataraオイカケケテ』/The ​​Shape of Chasing the King
With the ultimate intention of chasing, Manchester City Tea House, which has not been engrossed on the grass for too long, is still as stable and fast as a famous mountaineer.

"Mountaineer"

An orange glow emerged from the side of the black figure trampling on the grass. She looked at the deserted track, as if there was a violent black figure leading the way.

"Pasu Getting Started" / good at catching up
The desire to catch up emerged in the bottom of her heart, so she took a step further, and reached the front end of the same level in the surprised vision of the cyber horse girl.

[Physical inspection, the field of vision is normal, but at that moment just now...]

The violent sprint, the will to dominate the entire arena, the black figure that can shake the grass field--Miura Bourbon was sure that he saw such an awe-inspiring figure.

Witnessing such a shocking scene, even the cyber horse girl is slightly down, no matter how sophisticated the logic is, it has to run in an understandable world. Live on what is known about intelligence operations.

[...The spirit of the teahouse team members? 】

Whatever it is, that's it.

The end has come.

Under the shock of the black shadow, Miura Bourbon, who had lost the opportunity to explode, could only cross the line at the same level as the opponent, followed by Eri Tachyon who arrived two seconds later.

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

"Don't be sad, you see that Bourbon is still at a loss." Homa raised his hand, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and pressed it against the other's palm, and then avoided the hypocrisy and hugged with ulterior motives. .

"Is this why you called Sunday Tranquility over here?"

Tachyon asked in a low voice as he passed by.

"It's a surprise, just wait and see." Aomo said disapprovingly.

He also showed her the stopwatch in the other hand, and Homa walked up to Bourbon.

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

As if treating an old electrical appliance, Homa patted Bourbon's head lightly, and then handed the stopwatch to the chestnut horse girl.

Such a 'restart' effect was obvious. She stood up straight again, but her breathing still needed to calm down.

"Sorry, Mater."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. This is just the beginning of training." Omo said flatly, noticing that her eyes were looking towards the teahouse.

There, the Manchester City teahouse was being greeted by Sunday Tranquility. After receiving the mineral water handed out by the latter, it seemed that he had heard some extremely exciting news, and his eyes lit up.

"Rest for a while, run again, I'll accompany you" or something, even if they didn't intend to eavesdrop, the ears of the devil and Ma Niang are really sharp.

And looking at Sunday Tranquility, who was actually similar in appearance to the teahouse team members, Miura Bourbon couldn't help recalling the black shadow he saw at that moment.

"Master..." She couldn't help but speak, although she hadn't figured out what to say next in her mind.

But only the idea of ​​trying to tell something strange is reserved, but where to start?

From her negligence of failing to use her innate skills, or from the vision of the teahouse team members running... She wanted to ask questions related to the teahouse teammate, but before that, the Master had already raised her hand.

Once again, she patted her head lightly:

"Rest first," Omer said, and took out a bottle of mineral water from his briefcase and handed it to her. "You can see the answer to the question directly later."

"Okay, Master."

"By the way, Bourbon, you take this first." He said, waving at Nishizaki Feng.

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

"Try simply pressing a few keys?"

"? Predicting the possibility of destruction, it is recommended to stop trying."

Miura Bourbon's mobile phone screen is still cracked, and seeing the screen on the instrument is somewhat psychologically disturbing.

"If you want to press it, you can press it. It's not that Mr. Guinea Pig doesn't know your situation." Ari Tachoko, who was holding a mineral water bottle, said aside.

She has been very nice to Bourbon recently. After getting in touch with Dahe Chiji, Homa somewhat doubts whether this is a meal replacement behavior.

Of course, this is just a wild guess. It is rare for Homa to make an unfounded guess, so there is no need to care about it.

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

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

"The testing device researched by the Wild Time Association," Amo said indifferently, "for those researchers, fate is not a illusory thing, and they even figured out this kind of machine based on their long-term experience in coping with the situation of the racehorse girl. "

"It just doesn't necessarily work," explained Yutaka Nishizaki, who didn't go back. "The instrument may malfunction, let alone the instrument that detects fate."

As he said that, he stood beside Omer and looked at the fluctuating values ​​on it together, apparently thinking of something, and added to Bourbon: "But this thing is quite expensive, I specially chose the one with a three-year warranty period , don’t worry if it’s broken.”

"It's better to say that I hope it breaks now, let me see what kind of result it is."

Hearing this, Aumer turned his head and looked at the big shock who approached: "Did this kind of thing come in handy back then?"

"Yes, but we usually recommend going to the Huangshi Association directly to discuss it," Da Zhen said, "or see Miss Jian Fulai."

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

"If you're going to ask in the trainer chat room...does anyone still follow the work group after the long vacation?"

That's true, hopeless, Omer sighed silently.

At this time, the two Ma Niang sisters who were watching in the distance, but also listening to Xintiao Qian who was discussing here, rushed to add insult to injury immediately:

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

Antique—meaning that there are no technological product elements.

Like Miura Bourbon's old mansion, appliances were often broken, so the family lived a country life.

For Omer, who is very adaptable to the convenience of technology and uses big data to collect major intelligence, it is a kind of asceticism.

Thinking of such a day, Omer has a spontaneous sense of mission:

"No, this fate must be broken!"

What he said was really decisive, even with a serious and cold meaning.

But in the next second, he turned his head to look at the starting point in the distance, and fiddled with the stopwatch.

Several people also looked at the starting place, and saw the two sisters who were too similar except for their different clothes standing side by side, and then put on a starting posture.

Without saying hello, Omo also raised his hand, and a fireball appeared in front of the two sisters' vision, and burst with the sound of snapping fingers.

The remaining hot air was easily dissipated, and the aura of purple-black origin energy rose from the younger sister, and also from the older sister.

Could these two be able to speed up the synchronization...

Realizing that the two sisters are indeed interfering with each other in spirit and even in soul, Omer was just running a train in his mind, but heard the ringing of the incoming call suddenly.

Are there too many people calling these days?
With such doubts, he looked at the strange number above, and subconsciously took a few steps towards the crowd.

Under Soundproofing, press Answer.

"Is it Omer Linton's office?"

This voice has only been heard a few times, but it is not unfamiliar.

"Kingsley Moore?" Omer asked a relatively unfamiliar name.

But the other party answered happily: "Yes."

"But I would like you to call me a merchant."

(End of this chapter)