091 The period of change ten
For Yonglin, there is no disease that she can't cure, no matter what kind of illness Yonglin can make a special special medicine out, and then the medicine will get rid of the disease. The premise of the pen is that www.biquge.info can make Yonglin interested in the disease.
The treatment plan for killing the teacher is very simple, Yonglin allocated a bottle of drip for the teacher to hang up, as long as this bottle of special drip is infused, the state of killing the teacher will be restored.
Marisa and Rezusen were a step slower after all, and Yonglin, who was already about to start researching special biological samples, didn't want to spend too much time on killing the teacher, so she simply observed the body of the killing teacher and went to prepare the medicine, but did not cut a piece from the killing teacher to study it.
The drip does not take effect immediately, and if the teacher wants to fully recover his health, he can only wait until the drip is infused and has an effect.
After killing the teacher and being hospitalized, Marisa prepares to say goodbye.
Teacher Kill hasn't paid the hospitalization fee yet, and the cost of staying directly at EMU's Lost Bamboo Forest Headquarters is very high, and even if Marisa can afford the hospitalization fee, she doesn't want to pay for it. However, before leaving, Mari Shatyi and Reisen explain that Mr. Kill is now the teacher of Terakoya.
After taking a batch of potions, Marisa took off and left the Lost Bamboo Forest. After a few laps in the sky above the Lost Bamboo Forest, Marisa successfully exits the Lost Bamboo Forest, and then she sees a messenger flying in mid-air in the air, as if she wants to enter the Lost Bamboo Forest but does not know what to do.
"Yo, Miss Messenger, what are you doing here?"
The uniformed messenger lady waved her cane and slowly flew in front of Marisa, handed the note in her hand to Marisa, and asked, "How do I enter the Lost Bamboo Forest?" ”
"Posthumous...... The lost bamboo forest is a DAZE that cannot be entered from the sky. Marisa looked at the Lost Bamboo Forest below, and didn't know what to say.
I didn't expect that someone would send him a postscript after entering Gensokyo, which means that the teacher killed a relative who died in other worlds.
"Come with me, I'll take you to that octopus boy. ”
Marisa landed on the ground with the Underworld Courier and stepped into the Lost Bamboo Forest again, intending to find Reisen to take her to the EMU headquarters. However, as soon as she entered the Lost Bamboo Forest, Marisa saw that Reizen's electric hovercar had stopped there.
It's clear that Reisen has been waiting for Marisa here for a while.
"Ah......" sighed, and Reisen patted the seat of the electric car, "Come on, Marisa, this Miss Messenger." ”
After the two of them sat on the electric car of Suzusen, Suzusen drove the electric car to the EMU headquarters.
"Marisa, Master Craftsman asked me to tell you, if you don't want to be shot down by an arrow, put those potions back in place. ”
Nodding awkwardly, Marisa, who was still lucky, could only return all the potions she had just taken.
Miss Messenger sat quietly on the side, waiting for Reisen, the rabbit-eared girl, to bring her to the man known as Sensei Killer. Emissaries of the underworld like her have been taught not to have much to do with the living, especially those in particularly dangerous places like the Lost Bamboo Forest.
The so-called posthumous text is a letter sent by the deceased from the underworld to their living relatives, and the job of the messenger lady is to find the designated recipient of the posthumous text and hand over the letter to the recipient. Not all deceased persons have the opportunity to send posthumous messages, and posthumous messages do not have to be sent immediately after death.
Reisen takes Miss Messenger to the bed where she is slaying on the bed, where she is lying on the bed like a human, with a tentacle dripping and a special potion flowing into the body of Slayer.
"This is the killing of the teacher. You guys get busy first, I'll go see Marisa. ”
Reizen left, and Miss Messenger took out a white letter and put it to Sensei Kill, and then stood quietly aside. Her mission on this trip was not only to deliver letters, but also to get a reply from Miss Courier.
Miss Courier was clearly reluctant to speak, and Teacher Kill couldn't chase after others, and the signature on the letter made Teacher Kill even more concerned, so he couldn't wait to open the envelope.
"Dear Mr. Death,
It's been a long time since I've spoken to you, dear Mr. Death. I think you should have a lot of things to ask right now, wondering what happened to you.
Before I explain everything, I would like to congratulate you on being an excellent teacher. Thank you for being the homeroom teacher of Class E for 3 years in that year, thank you very much.
I'm going to explain everything to you and talk about how I'm doing now......
……
……”
In the process of reading the letter, tears overflowed from Mr. Kill's small eyes, which were tears of joy and tears of relief.
The letter was written by Yukimura Akuri to Mr. Kill, or Mr. Death before he became the Teacher, and in the letter, Akuri explained in detail everything that happened and answered most of the questions about Kill Sensei.
Ajuri, who has become a teacher at the Academy of the Underworld, often pays attention to the affairs of the current world and the affairs of Class E for the 3rd year she once served. When he saw that Teacher Kill did his best to teach his students, Ajuri was very happy and happy.
After seeing that the teacher was in a predicament and the students were threatened by the virus, Ajuri almost couldn't help the students.
Ajuri was sad to see his sister help kill the teacher in the face of his former disciple and the guy, and when his sister was impaled by tentacles. Although she became a teacher at the Academy of the Underworld, she could not break the rules to help the living.
When he saw that Mr. Kill had succeeded in rescuing his sister, Ajuri finally couldn't hold back any longer, went to the Yama Temple of the Underworld to ask for a chance, and wrote this letter.
Originally, Kill Teacher was supposed to die, but before entering the underworld, Kill Teacher was resurrected by the opportunity that Akuri asked for, and was transferred to Gensokyo. Come to this world full of all kinds of races, kill the teacher and continue to be a teacher.
It was not for nothing that Ajuri sought this opportunity, at least for a long time, Ajuri could not be reincarnated, and he had to serve as a teacher in the academy.
At the end of the letter, Ajuri hopes that Mr. Kill will continue to be a teacher and continue to teach more children.
"Yajuri ......" put down the letter with a happy face, and the killing teacher took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
Seeing that Teacher Kill had finished reading the letter, Miss Courier stepped forward and took out paper and pen and put them in front of Teacher Kill.
"Please write a reply letter, and I will bring it to Yukimura-sensei. ”
"Oh, okay. Taking the pen and paper, Mr. Kill began to write a reply to Ajuri, which had also been mentioned in the previous letter.
In the middle of writing, Mr. Kill suddenly raised his head, looked at Miss Messenger, and asked, "Can you let me meet Ajuri, even from a distance?"
"The living and the dead cannot meet. Miss Messenger shook her head indifferently and uttered the laws of the underworld.
After emphasizing the difference between life and death, Miss Messenger said in a disappointed expression on the killing teacher, "But...... In Gensokyo, you can apply for the Underworld Pass. It's only a few days, but it's already enough for you to go to the underworld and meet Mr. Yukimura. ”
"Huh?!Underworld Pass?"
"Yes, you can apply for this pass in Gensokyo. However, the price is expensive, and the ticket to the underworld is also very expensive. ”
“…… The teacher should work hard to save money and see Ajuri as soon as possible!" Killing the teacher suddenly became enthusiastic, because he saw the hope of seeing Ajuri again.