Chapter 145

Can't you just answer honestly online?

Just like that man?

He's called Morrison. Linden, my foster father…? You look much calmer.

I'm not her.

? Well, what kind of soul is this?

And soul.

That really is reassuring.

Aomo smiled and said, but inside he was thinking about the outside of that dream.

At that time, Zhouri Ningjing's response to his thanks was not merely dismissive; it was also based on an incomprehensible absurdity, as if he were speaking of something that didn't exist.

So… the soul whose job is to be loving, gentle, and empathetic—you better be!

At this moment he saw the other person blatantly clipping through, casually, and walked out of the exit together with him.

He didn't question the other's identity, but then began to consider condemning the other's fare-dodging behavior.

But before he could speak, the other anticipated:

"Actually, I did tap in." she said, tilting her head and smiling.

Not the Manchester City Chazuo, but Zhouri Ningjing's face bore a gentle smile; the added femininity inexplicably made Aomo feel somewhat eerie.

Especially the other's slight wrist lift afterward, which carried a touch of playfulness and cuteness.

The intention was to display the metal bracelet sliding out from the cuff, with an electronic card screen hanging from it, still retaining the deduction information.

But to the youth's eyes, what was hard to accept was the contrast in temperament and personality.

Zhouri Ningjing's playful cuteness and gentle smile always seemed to carry a hint of danger warning, as if she might soon be silenced.

Thus he raised his hands in surrender, as if the electronic card the girl showed him were some threatening weapon.

Well, then let's talk about the main matter.

At this moment the two were walking out of the subway exit; the road home was still some distance away, and Aomo usually chose to walk, which also happened to be convenient for the other.

Even if it's a horse girl, walking a kilometer or more still takes some time.

Well… let's not talk about the spirit body for now; at least the other is walking right now.

"Main matter… speaking of the main matter…"

The girl had her hands in the pockets of her signature black coat, head down, walking under the tree-shadowed streetlights; her drowsy murmur made Aomo worry whether being far from her main body would worsen her condition.

In the study of souls, early scientific analyses always brought up electromagnetic waves; although later conclusions grew distant, it cannot be denied that the soul entity indeed resembles electromagnetic waves in certain traits.

At times like this, it's better to let the other stay calm.

Thus Aomo even gently soothed: "Think it over, don't rush."

Stepping into the so-called 'misunderstanding zone' of familiarity, it seemed like a reenactment of walking with Mosstima; both parties didn't notice their own odd attitudes until that horse girl suddenly lifted her head.

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In that night, also seeming to flicker with a dim light, the golden boy reflected the youth's action of opening his briefcase to take out those food plastic bags.

"I've thought of it… it's about negative energy."

"Oh?" From what seemed a narrow opening of the briefcase she pulled out a bag of food the size of a small table; Aomo turned to look at her, "Any new discoveries?"

As for negative energy, he had indeed mentioned it to Zhouri Ningjing, but her attitude seemed to care more about people's interests than about the energy itself.

"It's related to the manor… and also to a certain student of Treisen…… I occasionally feel it."

"It's a bit vague; can't be clearer?"

Although mentioning the manor's racetrack gives some investigative direction, who wouldn't want clearer intel? Saying something like 'related to a certain Treisen student' is too vague; how many students does Central Treisen have? How many bear the name Treisen?

However, mentioning 'I occasionally feel it…' he paused his steps, gazing at the girl who had likewise stopped.

"I… didn't remember either." The girl thought he was waiting for the follow‑up to a question, and she spoke a little awkwardly.

But the youth asked instead: "Junior high, senior high, or college?"

"... College, I guess..."

"That really narrowed down a large range, helped a lot…" Aomo turned his head thoughtfully, and felt a night breeze blow as Zhouri Ningjing frowned and stared at him.

Especially the big pile of vegetables and meat in his hands.

"You just came back from buying vegetables?"

She bent both ears back with force; if not anger, then it's alertness.

But what does she have to be alert about?

Aomo tilted his head slightly, then nodded: "... Pretty much, you shouldn't be waiting for me to cook for you."

"I also don't think you can cook to my taste; that's not the point, not this!"

Zhouri Ningjing, speaking almost reflexively, gave Aomo an innocent‑looking glare, then said sternly: "I looked into the relationship between that gang and mercenary group you posted earlier; this case indeed involves many forces, but that isn't our target."

"Of course, the commission's target is to investigate Yugel Company; the ultimate goal is to clarify the condition of the horse‑girl test subjects."

"Well, so you've taken a bit of a detour now," she said, not mentioning herself and the Sirius people, who also took a detour but are roughly in the same place; she just hopes Aomo won't suddenly disappear and make her wait in vain, "Just focus on your dream investigation, but tonight you don't need to—get good rest."

"It's truly surprising to hear such a line."

Zhouri Ningjing gave him a white‑eye look: "Since you're a trainer, you should properly enjoy tomorrow's Derby."

Saying that made it seem as if the trainer were about to run the Derby on the track.

But even if not, those working with horse‑girls generally still find it hard to be indifferent to the Derby's glory.

Each event draws over 30,000 live spectators, plus countless online broadcasts; as the second leg of the "Classic Triple Crown," for each horse‑girl it is usually a once‑in‑a‑lifetime race that decides the generation's pinnacle—a dream match.

At the same time it is an extremely difficult challenge.

"The swiftest wins the Satsuki, the luckiest wins the Derby" means that it's not enough to be lucky enough to win the Derby's crown; rather, the Derby itself is a Saichang where one contends against fate.

The girls bearing the souls of otherworldly racehorses will also face challenges similar to their horse‑racing fate, and those challenges vary from person to person, not fixed.

But the Jidong Derby itself is an unavoidable trial, as long as you truly intend to challenge that supreme dominion.

The horse girls will pay attention, and trainers even more so; as long as you pay attention to those elf-like girls, you'll find it hard not to care.

Even those gamblers who don't care at all about horse girls will call friends together to watch, just so the betting funds can be in place.

Aomo, who could meet several of the above reasons, could only nod: "Indeed, so should I say good night in advance?"

"Good night," Zhouri Ningjing said gently, a rare occurrence, then the next words were harsh: "Take out the terminal."

"Your tone makes me feel like I'm being robbed." Aomo sighed, raising his hand to reveal the terminal.

In the next second, Zhouri Ningjing turned into a swift black mist that darted into the terminal, disappearing quickly.

This also caused Aomo to look back at the terminal's screen.

He felt the earlier visual had a hint of the Sacred Plan, but it still resembled more like a Poké Ball.

But... the university department...

Indeed... that pride can be said to be youthful vigor, or it can be said to be disdain after achieving fame and success.

Before clarifying that Yuger Company, perhaps we could first solve the proliferation problem of the negative energy monster.