After Rentaro left, Sumire came to the instrument around the corner alone.

The device was filled with a green nutrient solution, and through the transparent glass, it was clear that a perfect body was lying inside.

That's right, he's the "he" that Rentaro asked about when he left.

Staring at the number on the instrument, Sumire's brows couldn't help but furrow.

"Why is there still no change? Although it was very weak, I did sense the signs of life in him, and after so many years of research and observation, I had already prepared the materials to replenish the nutrients that were missing in his body. It stands to reason that it should wake up in the next two days, but what key things are missing?! ”

As early as ten years ago, when he got the corpse that was not a corpse, Sumire decided that his storage zài must be the key to solving the original intestinal virus and saving humanity.

It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, no matter what I did to him, it would be useless.

Even chest squeezing and artificial respiration have been done, but there is still no effect.

But Sumire still did not give up, or rather, for a researcher, unless it is confirmed that his theory is not feasible, he will never give up easily!

Without hesitation, he let go of the nutrient solution made of various precious materials that he had spent years collecting, and took the body out of the instrument, and Sumire gently wiped off the remaining liquid on his body as if he were a lover.

"What do I have to do to wake you up?"

The noisy sparrows outside were extremely annoying, and Rentaro glanced at the dejected boy in his glasses. With half-open eyelids twitching slightly, and dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep, he looks more like a bad guy than an unlucky ghost. Rentaro pulled the placket of the uniform that was almost like a black suit and tied his tie. For some reason, I always feel a little itchy around my neck.

I really don't want to go to school—he thought to himself.

The TV that has not been turned off broadcasts today's fortune. As always, Taurus has the worst financial luck. In addition, today's health luck is also bad. I wish that thing wasn't accurate at all.

Rentaro lifted the boiling kettle with a high-pitched whistle and poured hot water into the cup with the instant coffee.

At this time, the entrance was rudely opened.

"Rentaro, the landlord's aunt lent us a bicycle!" Yanzhu, who was very excited early in the morning, rushed in.

Yesterday I left my bike on the spot because I was in a hurry, and since I borrowed this car, I regret that I won't be late today. It seems that excuses for taking time off are getting harder and harder to find. In fact, Rentaro made a "contract" with the student council president, and he couldn't skip school casually.

Rentaro puts coffee in his stomach and looks for interesting channels with the remote control. Just as he wanted to turn off the TV, the reporter shouted, "Audience, please watch!" Rentaro and Yeonjoo unconsciously pay attention to the picture.

The young reporter clenched the microphone in excitement, and the guy seemed to be located in the Holy House of the 1st ward of the Tokyo area. Just see this very characteristic asphalt road with its manicured trees. Anyone can know right away.

At this time, the screen switches again, and a pure white girl appears on the balcony.

The girl was draped in several layers of white cloth as thin as Japanese paper, and her head was also wrapped in a veil of the same style, which looked like a wedding dress. It was as if a lot of snow had fallen on her body.

In addition to her skin, even her hair is white.

"Lord Son of Heaven."

Rentaro's throat made a dejected sound.

Ten years ago, Japan was actually divided into five regions, one of which was the ruler of the Tokyo region.

After the death of the previous saint Tianzi, the third generation to ascend the throne. Far from the world's beauty and wrist that must not be neglected, even compared with the predecessor of the woman's eyebrows, or the previous Son of Heaven. All of them can be called overwhelmingly supported.

"Rentaro, look."

The person Yanzhu pointed out was an ancient man standing beside the smiling Son of Heaven with a stern expression. He stood up straight. The body in a traditional kimono is very tall, and in terms of physique, it can be said to be a security officer.

"Wow, it's the old man."

Tiantong Ju Zhicheng, responsible for assisting the auxiliary officer of the Holy Son of Heaven. Since the Son of Heaven is hereditary. In the Tokyo area after the defeat, this assistant official was actually the highest position of power in the political family. It was this old man who made Tiantong's family famous.

The journalist chattered excitedly. However, Rentaro didn't listen, and just muttered:

"There has never been a form of rule without a ruling class in the history of mankind."

"Oh, really? Then again, is it too late to go to school? ”

"Huh? Ahh ”

If you look closely, the time in the upper right corner of the TV screen is astonishing.

For Rentaro, who is just a student and an ordinary police officer, the political zhì has nothing to do with him. Besides, he didn't like the powerful in the first place. He turned off the TV and took Yanzhu out of the house.

"Let's go!"

Yeonjoo hugged Rentaro's waist, sat on the back of the bicycle and stretched out his feet, shouting majestically. This posture was called "Roman Holiday Sitting".

The landlord's aunt's old bicycle was almost disintegrating, and the brakes that had not been oiled for a long time would make a screeching noise even with a little force. The rim is rusty, and rust falls as soon as you step on it. I really don't know how many years this old Gu Jin has been lying in the warehouse.

But as soon as you press the pedal, the feeling is gone.

Rentaro struggled to move his feet through the crisp and comfortable air of the morning. From time to time, Yeonjoo happily greets students and office men who are being chased by bicycles.

Looking up, the megalithic monument in the distance reflects the dazzling sunlight.

Ten years ago, under the invasion of gastroids, human material civilization almost fell into the abyss of destruction, and a large number of people were killed or turned into gastroids. At that time, there was only despair and unspeakable hatred on people's faces. However, it has only been a decade.

Rentaro closed his eyes and inhaled the breath of spring deep into his lungs, and in the distance he heard the departure bell of the Tokyo Metropolitan Tram, and something rushed up from deep in his chest.

Yeonjoo, who thought she was Princess An, shouted "Rome!" without acting skills! Rome, of course! ", you can already see the Goutian Elementary School where Yanzhu attends.

"Okay, then people are working hard in class. Although it's a temporary farewell, don't cry because people aren't there. ”

Yeonjoo stretched out his hand at the school gate to say goodbye to Rentaro, who looked at Gokuda High School, which was separated by two buildings, and sighed helplessly.

"Hey, Yanzhu, just moving separately for a few hours, that way of saying goodbye is too exaggerated, isn't it?"

"If you can, people want to be together for twenty-four hours. Rentaro, why don't you go to someone else's class? Your head isn't really good, is it? Just take this opportunity to repeat elementary school. ”

"You really can't talk to death. Excuse me about my dignity. ”

"Otherwise, Rentaro will repeat the grade for six years and wait for someone to be promoted to the second year of high school. This is the last concession, stop complaining. ”

"Twenty-three-year-old high school students are problematic in many ways!"

"People think it's okay."

"I think it's related! Besides, repeating a grade for so many years. Ironclad will be kicked out of school. ”

"Hmm! People just want to be the same ~~ class as Rentaro~~ with ~~ learn ~~! ”

The female classmate on the side walked by with a smile, and Rentaro only felt red in the face when he saw this, and couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, I see. Anyway, Yanzhu, you're at school—"

Probably sensing what Rentaro wanted to say, Yeonjoo nodded lightly to stop Rentaro from continuing: "People know. Be extremely cautious and careful not to let yourself be a 'cursed child' in class. ”

Only when talking about this matter will Yeonjoo show an indifferent look.

Rentaro avoided her gaze because of guilt.

"Really? I'm sorry. ”

"Ahh

A cheerful voice intervened between the two of them. It was a girl about Yeonzhu's age with messy hair.

"Morning, Xiao Wu. It's a joy to see you so tough. ”

"You're still talking in such a weird way. By the way, have you ever watched yesterday's 'Heavenly Girl'? ”

"Of course. I don't know if it's friend or foe, the illusory feeling of the black sky is really great. ”

They should be classmates. As soon as I talked about the topic of TV animation, I completely ignored Rentaro's existence. Yeonjoo was distracted all of a sudden, and although Rentaro couldn't interject at all, his expression was obviously soothed when he saw this scene.

She was still worried about her school life just now, and she was like a fool.

"Then Yanzhu, I'm leaving."

Rentaro didn't wait for her answer, turned around and got on his bike. He rode directly to the Ogada High School bicycle parking lot, which was separated by two buildings, and when he was locking it, the bell rang to announce the official start of classes.

Rentaro couldn't help but be speechless. Really late.

He lazily looked up at the school building, a little seriously thinking about whether to go home or not, and finally threw his schoolbag on his back, bent over and walked into the school building. It's another boring day.

After sleeping in the Chinese language class, the math class was ordered three times and still completely ignored, and the teacher no longer cared about him. At the end of class, the female classmate who was the head of the school and art unit, like a small animal, ran to Rentaro in fear and urged him to hand over the questionnaire that only he had not completed, but the result was ignored by Rentaro, and the female classmate left in tears.

"You went too far, didn't you?" Putting on a guardian shelf, another female classmate who was nosy spoke to Rentaro, but Rentaro also ignored it, and the other party only left a sentence of "Take me for an idiot!" And he returned to his companions.

"Does that guy want to go to school or not? Don't come to school at all! Then it seems that some people criticized it.

However, at this time, Rentaro's attention was drawn to the sky outside with his gaze through the window.

"What the hell is going on!"

At the same time, in the underground special research room of the Ogota University Hospital, Sumire Muroto looked at the "corpse" in front of him, whose complexion was gradually becoming ruddy and his heart was beginning to beat, with a pale face, and showed an excited smile.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that the medium that woke you up was fresh human blood! Suck it, suck it, suck a little more! Let my blood be a sacrifice to celebrate your resurrection! (To be continued......)