Chapter 221 What a coincidence

Hall 2 of the Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall is a large exhibition hall, but the diagonal columns and walls together form a certain divided visual effect.

There is an entertainment area, a rest area, a sculpture exhibition area, and a central area with a huge sculpture that is as tall as the sky and cannot be seen in its entirety.

As Omo walked in, the first thing he saw was naturally the pedestrians rushing behind him.

The much emptier venue was still noisy, with turbulent voices coming from the front, from his side, and from the back, and he tried to filter out everyone from them with a normal expression.

'Go quickly, go quickly, I don't want to use my insurance here.'

‘Dimensional earthquake? In a place like this?’

'Isn't this your arrangement? Okay, um, um, let's do it as soon as possible.'

'Isn't he your target?'

'Go quickly'

'Boom, boom, boom--boom!'

It was very recognizable and lacked characteristics. In the mixed sound, even the voices of teammates were included, and there was also Omo's greeting to the mourner: "Rhode Island should have contacted the police, right?"

"The monitoring and retrieval has yielded no results. The time retrieval is hindered by some residual power." Nian, who was already standing far away, replied as if talking to himself, as if he didn't consider whether the distance and the volume could reach the question.

into the ears of the person.

Even if you have headphones, you don’t need them. It’s more of a clear indication than a test.

"So you think the venue itself is involved?"

Omo didn't care about exposing his extraordinary qualities. He turned his head and walked towards the sound of "dong dong dong". There, a tall figure in regular clothes was lifting the pole lightly, with neat and beautiful movements.

She kept changing her position in front of the billiard table, but what remained the same was that every time she hit the ball, she would pocket it.

This kind of technology should have attracted a lot of shouts and looks, but at this moment, only Omo, who was approaching, was the only spectator.

Yes, the only one.

The mourner did not follow. After the capable white-haired man saw his colleague from Rhode Island, he whispered to him for permission to act alone for the time being.

This is said to be true, but in fact it is only within the field of vision that can be seen from a distance when turning around. After all, this is the field of view of this exhibition hall.

Homais would naturally agree. In fact, when he noticed that the billiards player in front of him was here, he felt half assured that this commission could indeed be completed as soon as possible.

Because the billiard player is the symbol of Sirius.

Regardless of what I saw on the screen or on the page, I met Omer once on the subway, twice in memory of Takarazuka, and now, this is the fourth time I’ve seen her.

Only at this moment, he waited for a few seconds, watching the opponent put the last billiard ball into the bag in a row of five, and then turned his head to look at the vertical pole, and then he said hello for the first time:

"Hello, Miss Sirius Symbol."

"It's you," the brown-haired horse girl raised her eyebrows, as if she was a little surprised, but not too surprised. She just looked behind Omo and asked, "Are you the only one?"

"I think I'm enough on my own."

"You are really lonely," Ma Niang said, glancing at the billiard cue in her hand, and suddenly handed it to Omo, "Then do you want a shot?"

With the sirens and evacuation urgings still recurring in the background, she issued such an invitation, and the aggressiveness in her rosy eyes was almost overflowing.

This second Ma Niang who created a name among the younger generation of symbolists is different from the calm kingly demeanor of the first one, and is more like a general attacking a city.

But it’s also within Omer’s understanding.

Whether it is her confident and arrogant demeanor or her flirtatious and charming temperament, they were all her promotional features in Tianmen City.

Personally speaking, Omer doesn't have any bad feelings.

After all, what he was going to say was not polite at all: "Is there any reward for a shot in this situation?"

"You are so utilitarian," Sirius Symbol, who smiled slightly, looked a little more serious, "You are the third person to bargain with me like this."

There was some oppression in those rose-red eyes, but it was eliminated by the smile that suddenly bloomed in the next second: "It's okay, just give a little encouragement to a lonely trainer who doesn't have a horse girl."

Ma Niang?

Regarding the position of the symbolist, Omer has three biases in guessing, namely participation and neutrality.

As for the Sirius symbol that can be seen here, Omer thought that he could reach some conclusion, especially when the other party asked, 'You are the only one', Omer even thought that she was asking her team members,

This clarifies the direction of previous inferences.

Based on this direction, the term "isolated" can be regarded as a harmless ridicule.

But after hearing these words, he hesitated again.

She seemed to be just asking herself why she came to the venue alone?

But no matter what, he took the cue. After looking at it briefly, he pulled out a slightly longer cue of ten centimeters. He put down the briefcase in his hand and picked up the chocolate powder to touch the club head.

Slightly polished.

"Very skilled." He didn't care about the other party's change of sticks. Rather, it was because he saw the other party changing sticks that his eyes lit up. Sirius said symbolically and pressed the button on the side of the pool table.

The sphere in the billiard bag instantly turned into several rays of blue light, gathered in the formation above the billiard table, and then fell steadily, turning into an extremely neat triangle.

"Play often?" she asked.

Billiards players must choose their cues smoothly. Length, thickness, and weight are all measured points. I didn't expect what kind of Sirius players the opponent would play, but I was a little surprised when I saw him changing clubs and polishing them smoothly.

"It's not about talking about it," Omer found a position and bent down to support the pole, staring at the table tennis in front of him, "It's just the mastery of strength that was once used to train."

The heart, eyes, mind, arms, and billiards focus on the integration of the four, and then the control of strength.

This exercise method was once recommended to Omer, but for a student with financial constraints and busy schedules, this exercise method should be given up after a few attempts.

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But even so, there is a pool table in the bar where I work, and I will occasionally be called by the boss to be a escort, which can be regarded as a prostitute for free.

Just like the technique of sliding a wine glass.

At this moment, the large triangle composed of 15 balls was stable, but was easily overturned by a white ball. The considerable force caused high-frequency collisions and spins, and the numbers from 1 to 7 were jumping on the score board projected above the ball table.

"The results far exceeded expectations, so what do you want?" Sirius turned around in surprise and saw the young man looking down at the tip of the club in his hand.

His calm face was filled with the unwavering look of Gu Jing, very much like the first two people she mentioned just now.

The happy mood that had just begun was poured cold water on reality.

The young man who was expected to grow up suddenly turned into a very difficult person to deal with, which naturally made her unhappy.

"Ask a few questions." Omer said, putting the club back where it belonged, picking up the briefcase again, and then looked back at the hall that had become completely deserted.

He also took the opportunity to look at Mostima who was approaching the entrance of the hall.

The knowledge that ‘you can go to him no matter what the problem is’ is really... a good thing.

He is not a social fear who is not good at rejection, so it is always a good thing to gain such trust.

"Captain, have you gained anything?" Mastima asked as he approached.

"You've caught up with the harvest." Homais said, looking at the Sirius symbol again.

"It turns out you are not lonely," Sirius Symbol looked at Mastema and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Captain, so you are not here to visit."

"So you really think I'm here for a visit?"

"I still feel in my heart that we met by chance." The brown-haired horse girl twitched the corner of her mouth.

"That's true. I didn't expect to see you on the first floor." Omo said, and then glanced at the flashing police lights beside him.

"My first question is, do you know about the alarm and the idea of ​​evacuating the crowd?"
Chapter completed!