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Chapter 1825 No.442: Just a Leisure Activity

"What? Racecourse ghost stories? Are you interested in this?"

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As one of the five major racecourses, the horse racing industry in Tianmen City is well developed.

But as everyone knows: Tianmen City's unique urban environment and its positioning as a giant port city mean that it will not rely too much on the horse racing industry like Jiemen District, so that it will not let the development of various industries give way to horse racing culture as much as possible.

Trade, tourism, and a series of industries related to exploration and research around alien worlds are the mainstream here.

Although it looks a bit bloated, with many developments that ordinary cities cannot handle, Tianmen City obviously does not have this problem.

Not only does it have nothing to do with the concept of a general city, but it has also been closely tied to some routes since its inception, while others have emerged and extended during the development process. It has long been as thick and tough as the roots of a towering tree, and has formed an urban appearance that is difficult to replicate today.

——At the same time, it also makes its image so solid that it is difficult to shake.

Even though the horse racing industry in Tianmen City has made great progress, it still cannot fit into the stereotype of this giant city.

It is also impossible to obtain topics and discussions that can truly become part of daily communication.

Even Omer Linton, who led a team of racehorse girls here for summer training as a trainer, had very limited exposure to topics in the local horse racing field during these days.

It’s not that he doesn’t pay attention to the local strong teams, but most of the elites of local horse girl schools will accept the central government’s invitation, and there are very few exceptions...such outstanding guys would naturally have been noticed by him a long time ago, and there was no need to wait until now.

So without further ado, the only thing worth discussing is the current situation.

And when there is no big news recently, it can only be mentioned in casual conversation and there is no need to elaborate.

As for the gossip, the subtle weird rumors...

Normally, Linton trainers would be somewhat interested in understanding it to satisfy their own interest in "uncovering the truth of the mystery, filling their knowledge and conversation", but it is another matter when the workload is heavy and they have to work overtime.

But it cannot be said that he was completely unaware of the matter.

After all, Umastagram's forum has local sections.

Although most people prefer to post in the functional sections under the homepage partition rather than in the local sections, the AI ​​responsible for classification and transfer is quite diligent, and local topic posts that should not be posted in the central section will quickly return to their place of origin. And considering that the traffic of local sections is naturally not comparable to that of the central section, a large part of the group has complaints about this rule.

However, for an intelligence collector like Omer who does not chase traffic but just blindly flips through posts, this design of local blocks and the design of classification and zoning and then transfer is very convenient.

There is no need to include them in the scope of crawler software. Browsing the local section of Umastagram has always been one of his choices to relax when he is busy. Whenever he sees those little girls, trainers, or school staff posting the same old complaints, gossips, and help-seeking posts, he doesn't feel bored, but smiles knowingly.

What a simple worry, what a classic content.

It was easy to reply, and the slight differences made it easier to speculate on the local campus environment of Tresen, and there was a greater chance of obtaining some intelligence related to the horsegirls that he was following. Omer's switching and browsing of dozens of local sections on Umastagram was as complicated and stable as the BUFF and sign-in on a monkey show.

He sees quickly, cuts skillfully, and comes every day.

No matter how busy I am, I will always find time to read it. If I am so busy that I fall into a deep sleep and skip reading it, I will definitely feel uncomfortable the next day and find a chance to read it quickly.

Only the response itself is not stable.

He doesn't reply to every post that can be replied to.

It's not worth creating an image of a trainer named Omer Linton who surfs the forum intensively every day, especially when you have a more delicate public image, more complicated interpersonal relationships, and even a relatively well-known abandoned account that needs to be hidden.

Too much talk leads to mistakes. Regardless of whether the concealment of the speaking style is perfect or not, the chances of being compared and associated should be reduced as much as possible. Therefore, each of his speeches is essentially driven by a strong purpose, and with the diversity of the areas he presents as a cover, it is difficult to analyze the common points.

As for those strange posts involving the Tianmen City Racecourse, he did not reply to any of them.

Although it is very popular in the local forum, with a lot of replies and reposts, it has not yet reached the popularity threshold to be on the central forum. It is not a help post but a discussion post, and there is no need to respond to it at all.

But it is obviously the kind that teahouses would be concerned about. Keywords: "screen", "extra occupancy", "no signal", "noise", "cold", and "intermittent" throughout the former.

Although its actual description does not seem very supernatural in the eyes of many local time travelers in Tianmen City, it is more likely caused by the poor security system and network quality of the racecourse itself.

But they are indeed an important part of the Federation's modern paranormal phenomena.

——After all, this is the technological age where the Internet covers everything and screens are everywhere.

The abnormal manifestations created by spirits are often associated with the malfunctioning manifestations of various technological products.

But at this time, at this time, caring about rumors about this place, right?
Have you forgotten what I'm busy with?
Still feel like I'm done?

Well, I did act like I was done with my work, and I did have some free time for the time being.

Not to mention the distance, the transportation system of Tianmen City is indeed more developed and superior than that of Jiemen District, and the routes are wilder. The fact that there are no restrictions on the airspace and the hovercrafts can run everywhere is already more awesome than that of Jiemen District, not to mention that there are more traditional nodes, toll transfer points and other long-distance transportation options.

The girls each had their own monster cards in their hands so it wasn't a problem for them to hurry on their way, and it didn't matter to me either.

So instead of talking about distance, what about just talking about time?

But it’s almost eight o’clock in the evening!

Although Tianmen City covers a large area, it is not so large that there is a time difference of more than ten hours. Do you want to try to sneak into the racecourse late at night?

Or should we visit the real names and addresses mentioned in those weird posts, which are obviously used to attract traffic?

As an evening leisure activity, this is too unleisurely.

If it was some classic test of courage from the summer training camp, it didn't seem quite right - are these people afraid of ghosts?

I think the black-haired pony girl next to Bourbon who was cringing when hearing what she said is more in line with the target audience... Looking at the reaction of the girl next to Bourbon, Omar thought subtly.

But if she went, it would probably lead to chain summoning a crown prince of the Galactic Empire, which would not be appropriate.

It's like the three-character teacher bound to Kisaragi Station. Although that is indeed the original work, it also makes the plot enter the usual trend of Okuten: "It must be an alien/monster who did it!" → "Just beat them up!"

Omar guessed that the same thing happened at the racecourse, but even if it was not a hoax but the work of some wandering ghost, it didn't matter.

They are called Taoist priests, exorcists, pastors and other such workers.

In order to deal with supernatural events, the Federation has long ago established a professional system with official guarantees, and the main employment direction for graduates of the teahouse major is also in this area.

But it doesn’t mean that we have to strive for results now.

"Anyway, you mean you're not going? Tachyon said your light can easily reveal ghosts?"

A sachet tied with a small rope was hanging on her index finger and swung back and forth. The girl, who had already changed into cool summer clothes, pouted with a look of regret, then paused her finger, and the sachet fell into her palm, then she waved to the four girls around her.

"Yeah, you have things to do, and the teahouse can catch ghosts by itself. Juniors, our trainer doesn't plan to go, so let's go on our own~!"

"..."

Watching Qianming leave without looking back, and facing the four horse girls' different gazes, Omer, who was still trying to figure out why Qianming would bring these girls to "make trouble" with him, suddenly felt that he might have thought too much.

Or rather, I shouldn’t think about these things.

It was just an activity to digest food after a meal. What was wrong with going on a short adventure with those little girls, led by an older girl, which might have some twists and turns or might just be boring?

Why do you have to witness all that with a look of doubt, "What are you thinking?" or "Is there any deeper meaning?"?
I thought I was able to separate my work and life very well, but it seems that my old illness has relapsed?
Watching the four girls turn around and follow the guy in their own style of farewell, Omer also put aside the other doubt in his mind: "When will she be able to lead Hayabusa, Aori and the others?"

Sighed.