This is not a visually calm white light, but a color that gently covers the earth every night.

Compared to Tokiwadai's school uniforms, the winter uniforms of Kiristaka, another famous school in Gakuen City, are closer to this feeling.

Suddenly, she looked tired. Obviously, I was thinking about what kind of words I should say at this time, but when the moment really came, I suddenly felt so tired that I didn't want to say anything.

Should it be expected or unexpected? But if it is only in conclusion, it is not inconceivable.

As far as clues are concerned, as long as she has the heart to pay attention, she can have as many as she wants.

"We shouldn't have asked you for help this time, did we?"

There was no hint of blame in the other party's tone.

"For me, life is such a thing, whether you want to or not, something always gets into my head."

"I'm just a middle school student, don't speak in such an old-fashioned tone. Nor do we have the authority to order you. But why did you bring someone you didn't want to do this time? ”

"I'm confident, but I've never lacked humility. In addition to my ability, I am not as good at self-preservation as you, and I am also indispensable for the necessary bodyguards. ”

"She?"

"Don't look at her like this, Tokiwadai's LV.4 is in favor of the two that are biased towards Kaihara-san, and she must be considered to be at the top in terms of pure ability strength. Although her self-confidence has been somewhat hit recently, in fact, her original evaluation of herself did not deviate too far from the actual situation, which is probably just an error of the two rankings. ”

It sounds like small talk between acquaintances. However, there are parts that don't feel like small talk.

While they were chatting, the man who had been with the student quickly and swiftly unbuttoned the girl's shirt and carefully examined the injury.

The smooth skin and graceful body curves are dazzlingly bright, but no one cares about them at this time.

The skin is cracked, the muscles are torn off, and the muscles are covered with wounds, which can even be described as miserable.

But in fact, there are hardly any wounds from outside. It's incredible that all the injuries come from within.

"We need help, at least to stop the bleeding first."

Just by doing a simple examination, someone has made such a judgment.

"I know, I'm going to get ready for surgery right away."

Surgery?

Again, this is an incredible word.

Here, on such occasions, preparing for surgery?

"Hey, dead fish."

She turned to her peers who were dressed in strange clothes for some reason.

"What's the matter? Bitch。 ”

"Come and help, even if you don't use it, you can do it."

"You're still worried about yourself, the designer isn't here now, and you're too careful to accidentally kill yourself and get off the stage."

"What a joke, who do you think I am? I don't have to worry about 'design' or anything like that, as long as it's a patient, there's nothing I can do. ”

As she spoke, she put down the two suitcases she was carrying. One of them was a full lap larger than a normal suitcase. I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but there is not a single gap at all, and the whole is white like wax.

The suitcase was just set aside, and she casually opened another black, much more ordinary-looking suitcase. Two white coats were taken out of it and one was thrown to what she called a "dead fish".

Other than that, there is nothing.

No equipment, no medicine, no assistants. There were no all the conditions that should have been, she just stood at the side of the girl. As if she could see through the blood-stained flesh, she watched quietly in her white coat, and then she began to move.

His hands were spread, and suddenly from the ground on the roof, flesh-colored "vines" grew.

The staggered "vines" weave with each other, pull apart the figure-eight, and stand up like a suspension bridge. The whole process is like a young girl playing with a rope. The girl's snow-white but blood-stained body was raised as the "suspension bridge" rose, supporting her flat lying at a suitable height. At the top of the vine, a strange bud grows.

It's weird, what kind of flower is that?

Psychic mastery is of little use for "things" that aren't human, so bee-eaters have never had much interest in animals and plants.

From the branches and leaves of the "vine", some strange-shaped "tools" "grow". These "tools" are removed from the branches, just like picking fruits.

With a "whew", a thin layer of bright pink breath came out of the "flower bud". The men who had followed them immediately retreated to the side, and the aura quickly enveloped the three of them.

Poof!

Her left eyeball cracked, and a flesh-colored flower stretched out of its socket, quickly taking up the size of her face. The owner of this strange flower has an unbelievable symmetry, and each petal seems to have been precisely calculated.

She didn't seem to care about her vision at all.

The "flowers" bloom, and the cores of the flowers, which are as thin as silk threads, stretch out, and sweep up and down, left and right as if they have an independent consciousness.

"Here we go."

She announced.

As she said, on this incredible operating table, the bizarre operation began.

Her fingers are slender even among women, reminiscent of a pianist or the like. While her fingers did dance like a pianist, she wasn't playing an instrument.

Incision, suture. Her movements are very clean, without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest superfluous movement, and every finger seems to have a soul of its own.

Without even a respite, she was speeding through complex and tedious operations on this strange operating table.

It's hard to believe that this strange surgery has an extremely unreasonable side.

As long as the sutures are completed, the wound can heal at an extremely fast rate, and even the scar will not be left at all. Even the sutures used for sutures will naturally merge with the wound site and become real flesh and blood.

On the miraculous operating table, the incredible operation ended quickly. She reached out and twisted the flowers from her eyes, only to hear an unpleasant "squeak" scream.

"No bandages, no other drugs. Wrap her in a garment, that's all it takes. ”

After giving such an instruction to the people around her, she stepped back from the girl. But despite what she said, no one dared to walk in immediately.

"It's a great job, it's wonderful."

This is very rare. No sarcasm, full of pure amazement, bee-eaters applauding in admiration.

"If that makes you sigh, then you should meet my teacher's 'craft'."

She seemed happy to accept such compliments, and although she was modest in her words, she smiled brightly.

But her use of words is "craftsmanship"?

The bee-eater narrowed his eyes.

It's not "medicine", it's "craft". The nuances of this will inevitably make the listener pay attention.

"It doesn't have to be in vain."

The Doji's pupils seemed to burn for a moment.

"Why?"

"You should probably look through my paper, the topic I've been working on lately is whether cats can use abilities. (Note: That is, the one that was criticized by Huang Quanchuan as "nonsense") "She smiled even brighter for some reason, "Information is something that reduces uncertainty, and it can only be called information if it can be interpreted." With a human mind, do you have a way to decipher 'thinking' that is not human? ”

“……”

Probably an illusion, as if a cool wind was blowing behind it.

"But I'm human." I always felt that she seemed to be a little unexpectedly happy. "At least I can still imagine myself dying."

This is really a sinister line that makes people don't know what expression to show.,But it sounds gentle for some reason.。。

The beeeater gave a look of surprise, and she blinked incredulously and moved her lips dryly.

"Is that good? Take that much risk. ”

"It's a pity, I'm the kind of woman I don't know. As long as I can achieve my goal, whether it is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire or a man's bed, I will be able to drill it. ”

This time, the beeeaters also felt that they had nothing to say. She didn't even say goodbye, but walked straight down the stairs. Still under control, Madara, who was still under control, led the door like a maid dressed as a lady.

"Why give out superfluous information to irrelevant people? If it causes too many accidents, don't you think it will be difficult to clean up? ”

The girl in fancy dress said indifferently.

"Don't you think we need more surprises now?" She stepped on her feet and danced a strange dance, "The ability of 'psychological mastery' can only be mastered in the hands of a person with a noble personality." She's a lot more reliable than we are. If the accident is unavoidable, at least it won't make it worse if she causes it. Don't you think so? ”

More willing to trust others than themselves.

From the moment she drank the wine of eternal life, she had already identified herself.

The flowers flew like snow, and the vines withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and petals continued to grow on the soft mud that had rotted into a mass and scattered in all directions. But the bright pink spit out from the bud at the top of the vine still permeated for a while before it began to dissipate. Only then did anyone dare to enter this strange area.

The topic she originally studied was inherited from her teacher, and it was something called "lifespan".

As we all know, the absolute law of life comes from the second law of thermodynamics. But is it possible to extend human life indefinitely as long as the second law of thermodynamics is observed?

No, it's not. Because in addition to the second law of thermodynamics, there is another law that limits the lifespan of human beings, which is called the "Hayfrick limit". That's the limit of cell division, and that's where the absolute lifespan limit. It can be extended, but it cannot be extended indefinitely, and this is the limit of being a "human being".

But in this world, there are human cells that have a theoretical lifespan that has no end. Ironically, the first to drink the wine of eternal life belonged to the "human" part, a fatal disease.

Giving human cells the properties of this cancer is the study of "immortality". It is also the main body of the urban legend about the "elixir of immortality".

But......

Just like the paradox of the ship of Theseus, can a human being still be called a human when every plank is replaced?

Who is able to answer this question?

Walking alone to the edge of the roof, she pinched the remains of the flesh-colored "flowers" pulled out of her eye sockets with her fingers. As if hanging from someone, she let go of her fingers, letting the foreign object from herself go with the petals piled up on the roof of the building.

What no one but herself knows is that in just this very short period of time, the flower has crossed the limit of its "lifespan".