People in Teresin are good at jail.

She looked at her friend aside, and saw that the ghost horse racing girl who looked exactly like her was floating, looking curiously at the black figure on the screen.

In order to see the picture more conveniently, this ghost horse racing girl who couldn't squeeze into the cafe chose the most basic floating method of the ghost to watch the live broadcast.

"Is it you? Friend."

"If there is no third horse racing girl who looks the same as you, Tea House, then it must be me."

The ghost horse racing girl who could only be seen in the teahouse smiled.

Looking at Zhou Yuang on the screen with evil intentions.

"He's going to be in trouble, you know that, right?"

"You ghosts are very active at night...wait, is that so?"

Teahouse suddenly remembered something. Doors without any special power protection cannot protect against ghosts. Ghosts can ignore any doors and walls and enter and leave various places at will as if they are in an uninhabited land.

The horse racing girl can easily tear open any iron door, and the ghost racing girl can directly cross any obstacle and come directly to her target!

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'This is definitely not a teahouse. '

Zhou Yuang knew that Tea House could not teleport, because Tea House was at most a literary girl who could communicate with ghosts and had some fighting ability.

There's only one racing girl who can teleport right now...?

Let’s not talk about the horse racing girl who can teleport, because Zhou Yuang is not sure whether he can meet her.

Like Silent Suzuka and Tetsuo Zhou, their prototypes have a common father.

That is Sunday Serenity, the big stallion who took over the throne of the Chairman Prototype Northern Flavor as the King of Japanese Stallions and completely changed the Japanese horse racing pedigree.

This stallion is incredible, and its foals and offspring account for half of the horse race.

Most of the game has something to do with it.

Logically speaking, he should be a high-level cadre of Treson like the chairman, but in the game he becomes the mastermind behind the teahouse.

As a ghost, he appears in Tea House's unique skills and Tea House's plot, but does not show his face.

'This guy must be a friend of Tea House Sunday Serenity. '

Looking at the horse racing girl with black mist emanating from her body, Zhou Yuang felt a little apprehensive.

Not only is this ghost-like existence, it doesn't matter even if she can walk through walls or be aware of surveillance like flying on grass.

Zhou Yuang didn't care about these things. He still remembered that many horse racing girls would inherit the original habits of horse racing, such as the silent Suzuka who knew how to spin left and the air tank who hated flashing lights.

The archetype of Sunday Serenity is notoriously lecherous.

Unlike some stupid stallions, this kind of horse can also have fun when bred with a mare.

At the same time, I am not tired even for a month of 223, which is more than 7.4 times a day.

This is true for horses whose endurance is not as good as that of humans. It would be even more terrifying if it were a racing girl.

Human endurance and the strength of the horse racing girl itself, plus women have no CD about the matter...

'You must not let this guy come near me! '

If you mess with the Grass Lady, you'll get a big scar at most. If you mess with Bourbon, you'll be crushed to death by a hydraulic press. If you mess with McQueen, you'll just be treated like an ice cream machine... I'm not an ice cream machine!

If Sunday Serenity is like the other race girls in this mode, I'm not going to survive this one.

Zhou Yuang couldn't help but become vigilant when he saw the horse racing girl on the screen who seemed to be peaceful on Sunday.

Photograph?It's not a problem if the camera sees ghosts, but whether it can take pictures is another matter.

And even if the camera can capture it, what if only you and the cafe can see it?

After provoking this ghost, the photo taken was just an ordinary corridor photo. When he took it to Junchuan, he told Junchuan that there was a horse racing girl on it, and then Junchuan smiled awkwardly but not rudely, and then sent himself Go to a mental hospital.

The hospital is very nice, there are no other patients, but I have Tranquility as my roommate one Sunday.

No matter how he was raped, everyone else thought he was having a disease, which was really good... what a ghost!

'What can I do if I have such an imaginative mind! '

Zhou Yuang wished he could slap himself in the mouth and stared at the ghost horse racing girl on the screen.

At this time, Zhou Yuang discovered that the ghost horse racing girl seemed to have a test tube filled with purple luminous liquid in her hand.

She didn't care about the experiment at all, and seemed to think that a wooden stopper on the test tube was enough.

With a casual flick of his white fingers, the test tube spun and bounced up. After coming, the little hand tossed the test tube around unscrupulously...

"Wait a minute, she said before at the tea shop that Suzi made a kind of medicine that poisoned those horse racing girls, so they became like this, right?"

Although he wanted to switch perspectives, the behavior of the ghost horse racing girl forced Zhou Yuang to pay attention to her.

Was the drug on her hand the one that caused this?Are you trying to infect someone by playing with drugs now?

[The First Beauty with Reed Hair on Mars]: Speaking of which, is it possible to capture the jockey girl’s teahouse on the playground...

[Hate flashbulbs and crazy people]: Do you mean that the teahouse arrests the horse racing ladies to infect them?No, under normal circumstances why would there be so many racing girls coming to Treson at night?

[Teresen’s joke instructor]: There are more mysteries.

There are too many suspicious things. Why didn't Tako take the initiative to solve the mistakes he made? Instead, he invited his friend Teaza to wipe his butt?

How did the teahouse suddenly appear on another surveillance camera?

Where will the jockey girls captured by the teahouse go?Where did the bourbon go?

There is also the question at hand. Is the potion in the hands of this "teahouse" related to the Tressen mutation?

Just when everyone in the live broadcast room was confused, the "tea seat" seemed to notice the sight behind him and moved his head slightly toward the camera.

When everyone thought she was going to turn her head around, they found that her head moved back again.

how?Do you look at people from the side?

After "teahouse" finished this action, he walked directly towards the far side of the corridor.

There is no surveillance at that front.

"dying."

If she loses her target, she won't even be able to predict what she will do.

And when Zhou Yuang clicked on the tablet, intending to switch the monitoring to find "Sunday quiet", a voice came to his ears.

"What's going to kill you?"

"?!"

It was a calm female voice with a little frivolity, but the voice sounded just like XCW.

Zhou Yuang only felt a small hand on his shoulder, and the next moment he was pulled to face her.

Without any precaution, a big face popped directly into Zhou Yuang's line of sight.

There was no difference between the facial features and the tea seat, but the scarlet eyes and the crazy smile made Zhou Yuang realize that this was not a tea seat. Moreover, this horse racing girl had a white meteor on her forehead that looked very casual.

"Can you talk to me?"

The scarlet eyes seemed to be overflowing with blood at any time, and the teeth in the small mouth seemed to be cutting something at any time. She stared directly at the person in front of her, as if just her eyes could draw away people's souls...

'Sunday quiet?When did it come? '

Heck, after seeing the teahouse, you can confirm that there are two people who look the same in different places.

But why did he disappear in the corridor and appear in the basement now?

It's normal to walk through walls, but if you teleport... you, a ghost, are going too far, right?

How to defend?

Looking at that quiet smile so close at hand, Zhou Yuang couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead.

[Invincible Lord Umihama]: Yeah! ! !What is this!

A arrogant face suddenly popped up on the screen, and a certain little horse racing girl couldn't help but be startled.

[rice cake fat horse]: This is not scary at all!There is nothing to be afraid of!

Although she was also startled by the protruding face, McQueen remembered that this ID had taunted her several times, and she wanted to taunt her back this time!

[Prince Treson]: How scary!How did this horse racing girl show up!

[Traisen Version Higuchi Enka]: Is she a horse racing girl with the ability to teleport? !

[The most outdated heroine]: Oh!It’s really scary!

[Supersonic B70]: Is that a lie?What's going on with this horse racing girl?

Sunday Ning Jing's sudden face instantly caused panic among the racing girls in the live broadcast room. Although her appearance was as sweet as the one in the teahouse, her expression, words and temperament were completely different.

The sudden jumping face will definitely shock everyone.

Including herself.

"Oh, this kind of behavior... is worthy of me."

Miss Zhou Jingping, who was next to the tea seat, took a step back, then folded her arms and pretended that nothing happened, but her expression did not look like she was indifferent.

"..."

The cafeteria on the side silently drank the coffee in his hand, not trying to reveal the identity of his friend.

But she was a little curious. This friend of hers didn't have the ability to teleport, so what happened when she disappeared in the corridor and then appeared in front of the AT?

Drugs made by Tachyon are not excluded.

She looked at the screen and saw Sunday Ningjing on the screen pressing her hands on Zhou Yuang's shoulders and pressing her fierce-looking little face against Zhou Yuang's.

No matter how you look at it, he is a dangerous character.

"Ah, what a handsome little guy."

Sunday Ning Jing laughed while looking at Zhou Yuang.

As a two-time champion horse from the United States, Sunday Tranquility, a racing girl, is naturally an old American gangster with a very open heart.

"You are the new security guard... No, you are the trainer? Ah, is the Canadian guy like the chairman really dead? He chose to let the trainer be the night security guard... Well, it doesn't matter if he is just a security guard. If it’s a trainer…oh, this smell.”

She put her nose close to Zhou Yuang's and began to take a deep breath. Her serious look reminded people of a crazy person.

"It smells like other jockey girls, one or two... Oh, does it smell like a teahouse? That kid won't like you, right... There's really no way, we've obviously made an agreement, then."

"What are you going to do?"

It's impossible to break away. Sunday Serenity is a very powerful end-foot monster. It can be said to be extremely difficult to escape from her hands.

Zhou Yuang looked at Sunday Ningjing calmly, thinking about how much profit this death could bring to him.

'At least, hear some information. '

"Spring nights are short, so of course you should do something interesting."

Sunday Ningjing's face suddenly turned red. She seemed drunk and her words were frivolous.

Raising a hand to touch Zhou Yuang's face, he was as gentle as a lover. His flexible little tongue stretched out from his mouth and slowly licked his red lips, as if he couldn't wait to have something happy happen with Zhou Yuang.

She put her face close to Zhou Yuang's and exhaled some warm breath from time to time, which seemed to arouse Zhou Yuang's reaction.

She is obviously a beautiful girl, but she can easily act like an uncle trying to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Yuang doesn't dislike such a cute contrast, but now it's a live broadcast.

'How many jockey girls do you have to teach? '

Fortunately, he is not a teacher. If he were a teacher, Treson would really become Trepp!

"I already have a fiancée, take your hand away."

Zhou Yuang felt that his body was shaking, and some organs seemed to be complaining, "We are all going to die at the hands of women."

"Isn't that better? I don't mind~"

Sunday Ningping smiled, deliberately making her words very charming, and pushed Zhou Yuang to the ground, and his petite body sat unceremoniously on Zhou Yuang's abdomen.

Although he was sitting on his stomach, Zhou Yuang couldn't feel the weight.

That's right, this guy is a ghost...what?