Night.

The patients in the intensive care area took sleeping drugs and fell asleep one after another, and the originally noisy Kiyose Fujimi Hospital finally quieted down.

"No, you're not asleep, are you?"

Aihara asked through the curtain between the beds.

As is customary, they would put sleeping pills under their tongues to fool the nurses' eyes.

"Hmm."

Musashino is preparing to try to detach his soul again:

"Don't make a noise, I'm thinking about how to pay off the medical bills for 285 years of work."

Hey!

Aihara sat up with a smile and patted his chest heavily:

"It's simple, the last thing my mother lacks is money, and when she comes to me, I can settle your medical bills, but ......

"You've got to beg me."

Tut~

Musashino was helpless.

This guy is normal, but he always imagines that he has a mother and can often communicate with him through voice transmission, and this kind of auditory hallucinations have lasted for more than ten years, and it can't be cured at all.

Never mind.

Mentally ill people are babies who need to be cared for, and he says yes and that's it.

"Mommy boy."

Musashino rolled over and pretended to be asleep.

"Hey, I'm not kidding......" Aihara wanted to say a few words, but only heard a loud snoring.

Snoring –

"Falling asleep so soon? I'm afraid I didn't take sleeping pills. ”

After he muttered to himself, the ward gradually fell silent.

Musashino closed his eyes for ten minutes, and after estimating that Aihara Hiroshi might have fallen asleep, he began to concentrate and look for the state of his soul when he left his body.

I remember that at that time, the whole person was fluttering.

There is also a noticeable sense of weightlessness.

He took a deep breath, and the muscles of his whole body relaxed in turn, and he slowly entered a half-dreaming and half-awake state, and at the moment when he was about to fall asleep, that lightness reappeared.

Musashino opened his eyes.

At this time, his spirit body was suspended next to the bed, and his body was already asleep.

"It worked!"

It is now certain that the soul detachment is a genuine transcendent ability that can be used freely.

He tried to touch the closet next to him.

But the spirit penetrated the cabinet directly and touched nothing.

Musashino rubbed his chin:

"So...... If someone slashes me suddenly, the spirit will not be harmed in any way? ”

That is, immune to physical attacks.

Wuhu ~ Take off!

He remained in spirit form and walked around the room...... More precisely, it was a few laps back and forth, and soon realized a serious problem:

Since no one can see me, what can I do when I leave the hospital?

Musashino just wants to make some extra money.

Residents in the living area often have mutant creatures invading their homes, and some of them are not very harmful but troublesome enough, and it takes a long time for the Metropolitan Police Department to deal with them officially.

That's where a private commissioner comes in.

But I'm just an invisible and intangible, how can I go to an intermediary agency to accept a commission?

You can't be like a ghost, voice communication throughout the whole process, right?

I'm afraid that it will be treated as a strange wasteland creature by other transcendents and destroyed on the spot.

"If only the soul could materialize......"

Hey?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the spirit begin to be pulled by gravity.

Musashino hurriedly spread his hands.

I saw that the spirit body slowly turned from translucent to solid, and on the surface it looked no different from the main body, and it would no longer penetrate directly when it touched the object.

"Change back again."

With a movement of thought, the spirit body became transparent again.

"In the original spirit state.......

"I can switch between blur and reality freely."

After the soul is realized, it can become basically the same as an ordinary person, and the effects of immunity to physical damage, gravity reduction, and invisibility will also disappear.

Nice！

Musashino floated straight out of the window and landed firmly at the foot of the skyscraper.

"I remember that there is a contact point for transcendents disguised as an izakaya in Jimbocho......"

Let's go!

......

After Musashino left, only the snoring of Aihara Hiroshi was left in the ward, and he had already fallen asleep.

"Hong."

A middle-aged woman's voice suddenly sounded in Aihara's ears.

The voice was slightly tired, with a little vicissitudes.

Aihara was woken up from his sleep, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes:

"Mom?"

His mother would often contact him for telephony conversations, but of course, in the eyes of the doctors, it was just a very stubborn symptom of "auditory hallucinations".

"Mom, are you still contacting me so late?"

I have the impression that my mother rarely disturbs him to rest.

The middle-aged woman paused for a few seconds and slowly spoke:

"It's nothing, I sensed your roommate......

"Just left."

Ha?

Aihara sat up suddenly: "Musashino ran away?" ”

No, it can't be.

Kiyose Fujimi Hospital is very closed, and it is difficult to fly, and the chance of patients running out is very small, unless they can become ghosts and float out.

Could it be that the kid got sick in the middle of the night and cut himself again?

He hurried over to check.

Pulling back the curtain, Musashino's body was huddled in the quilt with a pillow.

"The people are still there."

Wait a minute.

Mom said to leave, shouldn't it mean that he burped?

The physical and psychological health of the mentally ill is not very healthy, coupled with the fact that Musashino usually dies madly, it is estimated that the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are abnormal, if it is said that he died suddenly in his sleep......

Aihara's fingers trembled, and he leaned in front of the tip of Musashino's nose.

The breath is still there!

And it's very uniform and smooth.

"Scared me."

o(#￣▽￣)==O))￣0￣“)o

He angrily hammered Musashino's face, and it was a false alarm for a long time.

Aihara scratched his head and asked:

"Mom, who are you talking about leaving?"

There was silence in the ward, and the mother did not respond, as if she had cut off contact.

"Mom?"

He stood in a daze for half a minute, and finally lay back on the hospital bed blankly:

"What the hell is going on?"

Since I started communicating with my mother at the age of five, there has never been a problem, and today is the first time my mother has said the wrong thing.

He couldn't help but recall the doctor's words:

The most typical feature of auditory hallucinations is that what the patient hears does not conform to logic or fact.

Don't......

Aihara Hiroshi looked shocked:

"Psychopathy...... It's me?! ”

......

Tokyo No. 107 Survival Zone, Jimbocho.

"Remember it's nearby."

Musashino stopped wandering, and he remembered that there was a contact point for the transcendents.

In order to accommodate more people, the buildings in the living area are generally exaggerated in height, intricate in structure, and interspersed with billboards, neon signs, and cables, which look very messy.

Fortunately, it was late at night and there were almost no pedestrians on the street to interfere with the view.

He quickly found his destination:

Sauce pie izakaya.

Unlike the postmodern buildings that surround it, this izakaya is entirely wooden, with a row of iconic orange lanterns hanging from the exterior that resemble artifacts embedded in a concrete corner.

Floating to the entrance of the store, there is a wooden sign hanging "Open" outside.

That's it!

"Actualization."

Musashino's spirit gradually solidified, but before he was about to push open the wooden sliding door, he realized that he was still wearing a mental hospital gown:

"Ah, if only I could change my clothes."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the hospital gown quickly turned into a black cloak with a hood.

Huh?

Musashino's eyes lit up:

It turns out that in the spirit state, can you still change the appearance?

"That'...... Of course, to be a little more handsome. ”

(Although I was already handsome)

He used his mind again to try to disguise, but unfortunately after working hard for a long time, his face was only slightly swollen, and for now, this optimization is limited to changing clothes.

"Okay."

Musashino put on his hood and covered most of his face in the shadows.

Push open the door, and the smell of fresh fragrance will come to your nose.

There are only a handful of customers inside, and the owner, a middle-aged man with a mustache, is arranging salmon sashimi.

"Welcome."

Musashino tugged down the brim of his hat to cover most of his face.

Well, it's more mysterious.

Sure enough, his unique appearance wrapped in a black cloak successfully attracted the attention of the shopkeeper, who narrowed his small eyes and suddenly asked:

"Hello.

"Do you want seafood okonomiyaki or lasako lasagna?"

Musashino blinked.

He looked at the handwritten menu hanging next to him, but he couldn't find either.

Could it be some kind of connector code?

In this wasteland world, the transcendent is not common, and he was only a small person living in a shipping container house, and he knew nothing about the internal communication and contact methods of the transcendent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the shopkeeper touched his beard thoughtfully:

"It seems to be a new guest."