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Chapter 1828 No. 445: Horse Girls Can Train Trainers Too (x
"I've heard a lot about you. Hello, Mr. Linton."

The man with an Eastern European face extended his hand to the young man who was still emitting a soft glow.

Although he didn't know whether the glow was due to drinking the potion of the horse girl, and he didn't know why the contestant next to him, Admire Orihime, was glaring at him, his work ethic as a local of Tianmen City made him put aside all curiosity.

As a result, he was greeted with an equally cordial handshake from Omer Linton.

"Hello, Mr. Stenson."

"Ah..." Subconsciously glancing at his work badge on his chest, the man's smile became even more intense. He loosened his grip and turned to the other horse girls, especially to Qian Ming, with a particularly respectful look. Then, the man in a windbreaker-style tactical suit immediately directed everyone's attention to a screen in the control room.

"It's right here," he said. "If Miss Qianming's speculation is correct, then can you sense the breath of the dark area on this screen?"

Manchester City Tea House, Miura Bourbon: "?"

Adore Orihime: "Hmm?"

Elly Hayabusa: "Huh?"

"What do you mean my speculations have never been wrong? You say you are my fan but you don't trust my ability, Steveson."

"..." He looked at Qian Ming who was complaining with the same silence and surprise. Before asking the question, Omar had already mentioned the palm surrounded by the pitch-black digital soul.

At the same time, the witchmon that appeared almost out of thin air in the vision of several horse girls also made the long black cat behind her lean directly towards the screen and sniff repeatedly.

"It seems... it really is..." Feeling surprised by this, Witchmon turned her head to look at her partner, and saw that the Digital Soul in her partner's hand exploded while rotating at a constant speed, and several black data lines penetrated the screen like snakes.

The next moment, the screen turned on by itself, and the light that came on the screen was only a slowly surging dark abyss.

The digital soul that connects electronic products naturally opens the door to the digital world, but where in the digital world can we find such scenery? The answer is:
"Wall of Sighs."

He finished what his partner hadn't finished saying, and quickly pulled back the black chain that had been corroded and reorganized it, once again transforming it into the well-known gaseous form of countless rectangular complex data that the Digital Soul was made of. Omer Linton frowned and turned his head to look at Qian Ming:
"I'll ask you later how you noticed and verified it."

"Then you don't have anything to ask~"

Qian Ming, who was drawing small arcs on the ground with the tip of her shoe, was laughing so playfully that his gaze, which had already moved away, was drawn back.

"Are you ready?"

Although their thinking tendencies are quite divergent, the only aspect where their thinking is quick is that Elise and Omer Linton, the horse girl and trainer, are exactly the same.

"Steven, are you ready?"

But in Qianming's mouth it was outsourcing.

But yes.

Omer understood that cases like this that occurred in important facilities would ultimately be handled by the facility owners. Detectives were naturally qualified to handle the case, but that was often based on distrust and the enjoyment of solving the case.

Representative Qianming is probably the type who enjoys the feeling of solving a case, but as for compiling a brief summary and report of the case... Based on Omer's conclusion after observing Representative Qianming's work in the infirmary many times:

Can't do it.

The lively girl and the quiet man typing at his desk are mutually exclusive concepts. They would chat for a while while writing a medical report.

If it was a case report that needed to be kept confidential, she would have to kidnap someone she had a good relationship with to listen to her boasting while she compiled it.

Well, that's probably the present moment.

Ms. Qian Ming pretended to drag the trainer and four juniors on an after-dinner adventure, but in reality...

“Don’t look at me like that. I just want to take everyone to experience the feeling of adventure together,” the man said. “It was all good at the beginning, and everyone was putting together a lot of weird stories, but in the end someone lost their patience, and now we have to expose it~”

"Okay, that's my fault...ah, thank you." Omar, who was freed from Aiori's hand pulling because of the presence of outsiders, finally succeeded in surrendering and took the storage device handed to him by Mr. Stevenson.

When he inserted it into the terminal and read it, rows of text and tables with helpful instructions appeared. He simply satisfied Qian Ming's own vanity:
"Then...Ms. Qian Ming, who is so kind and generous, could you please explain to me the origin of the beginning?"

"Hehe~" This similar smug look reminded Omar of Xiao Qian. He wondered if this was a common trait among girls who had gained some verbal advantage from him.

"That all started when a certain selfish trainer had no intention of sharing his little world with the horse girl and insisted on being half-hearted in getting along with everyone!" "Ah, Mr. Stevenson?"

"Ah, I will retreat to my post with the others." Although he really wanted to hear the gossip, since the person involved had spoken, there was nothing he could do. The racecourse security captain skillfully and politely told the other employees who were on symbolic alert to leave quickly, "If you need anything, please come to the door at any time."

"Will do."

After Omar finished speaking, he raised his hand and created a silent barrier that turned the detectors on the waists of several security guards red. Then he ignored it and turned back to look at Qianming like the other girls.

"You continue."

"Um... where was I?"

Some people acted like they had amnesia that took effect too quickly, while others, not wanting to expose the other person's poor acting skills, repeated:

"Speaking of selfish trainers, there are those who have no intention of sharing their little world with the horse girls, and insist on being half-hearted in getting along with everyone."

If it is normal forgetfulness, there is no need to repeat it from the beginning, but this kind of clever trick is better forgotten.

Don't lose the big picture for the small, and don't pay too much attention to the reactions of the little girls around you as they look at the older girls. Their reactions are different, but they are all thoughtful, like trainers who have had an idea that they can use in training.

Although his intuition had warned him that the days ahead would be difficult, his intuition only warned him so much without providing any solution.

Omer's damn sense of responsibility and professionalism will only anchor his attention completely on the main business.

As for these details that are noticed but irrelevant to the main matter, they are often the key points that make him twist his nose when he reviews his memory later.

But obviously, the horse girls represented by Chiaki don't care about the life or death of the trainers.

I only know one demonstration and four records.

"Oh, yes, yes! It was that selfish trainer who didn't want to play with us, so I had to find a way to get involved myself." Qian Ming, who wanted to step on the trainer again, said it with great enthusiasm.

"But at that time, there really were no channels or opportunities to access similar intelligence. All we had were the fragmented intelligence that selfish guy posted in the small group, and it was all outdated intelligence that he only remembered to post several hours later!"

That’s about enough…

Omar's smile became increasingly drier, but he was still listening quietly, and he himself had nothing to say.

"But even if it's outdated information, there are still some clues in it that can be used to advance from other angles, right? For example, the dark area is equivalent to the environment of the heavy energy resentment field, and the resentment field itself as a data level. In Tianmen City, where information is so developed and there are screens everywhere, there are rumors that the overall network environment of Tianmen City has been unstable recently-"

"At this time, I will try to search the Internet for this city."

"I searched the dark area first, but found nothing. Then I started searching for network anomalies. I found a lot but they were too messy. So I started searching the network and resentment—"

"And then you found this place?" asked Tachyon, crossing his arms.
"No," Qian Ming shook his head. "There are still too many results when searching with these two keywords. The fun of Tianmen City is beyond your imagination."

"Is it fun..." Aiori, who had no interest in these supernatural cases until she saw her sister was around, was a little confused.

"So," Bourbon raised his hand, "how did Qian Ming-senpai find it?"

"...I," Tea House said, looking up at the trainer, "I have joined the large chat room of the seniors of the Spiritual School. There are seniors from all districts. Then, Senior Qianming asked me to help her ask..."

"There are people in every city district... How can such a large chat room be so enthusiastic? Are you guys spending money to recruit them?" Su Zi was very surprised.

The teahouse said: "...No, everyone is very enthusiastic."

"Really?" Suozi turned his head and asked Qianming, looking very serious, as if he was afraid that the teahouse was hiding something risky.

But as far as Omer knows...

"Really? Those gloomy guys are more enthusiastic than each other."

Yes, just like Qianming said.

Although the students of psychic studies are all gloomy, they are always surprisingly friendly and helpful due to their learning and living environment, so much so that they can often be seen at the top of the list in the "vote for the most cohesive department".

But this is probably something that Tachyon doesn't care about at all.