"What's going on?"

Chief physician, Kogoro Suzuki, rushed into the treatment room.

His office was also on this floor, so he ran over to check it out as soon as he heard the unusual movement.

"This?"

At this time, Natsuki Sayaka collapsed to the ground, her white coat was covered with dust, and her face was dirty.

The two looked at each other.

Then, they all looked at the CCT pulse chamber.

Whew——

A plume of black smoke rose from the cabin.

"It's over."

Nurse Natsuki finally reacted, and hurriedly pried open the hatch with Director Suzuki, and pulled Musashino's body out together.

She quickly checked her pulse and breathing.

Thankfully, everything is working fine.

Director Suzuki pinched his waist with one hand and pointed to Musashino, who was still sleeping:

"How can a pulse therapy be done like this, is this kid going crazy again?"

At this time, Musashino's soul happened to return to its place.

He opened his eyes suddenly:

"It's okay with me~"

Nurse Natsuki also waved her hand again and again to clarify:

"No, it's not his problem this time."

She described the situation with trepidation.

Including Musashino's always active brain waves, and the sudden creation of 100 branches of brain wave lines, which directly blew up the instrument.

Musashino frowned when he heard this:

Ahh

It turns out that after my soul leaves, the cerebral cortex of the body will indirectly expose the state of the soul.

The hundred branches that Natsuki said......

Isn't it when I made 1~100 schizons and probed the hospital?

So going around and around, things are still because I messed up?

Musashino suddenly felt that this body was a bit in the way.

Damn!

If it weren't for the fact that the spirit form doesn't have some important physical functions that bring pleasure, I'd be a little ghost roaming Tokyo right now.

Musashino is still brewing rhetoric.

Director Suzuki first questioned:

"Hundreds of branches appeared in the brainwaves, and the instrument was blown up?

"Are you sure you're not mistaken, or maybe something went wrong with your operation?"

Nurse Natsuki is very sure:

"Absolutely nothing!

"I was also terrified, and with this waveform, I thought that the patient's brain would definitely be completely necrotic."

As she spoke, she picked up Musashino's head.

⁽⁽◞(꒪ͦᴗ̵̍꒪ͦ=͟͟͞͞꒪ͦᴗ̵̍꒪ͦ)◟⁾⁾

I looked left and left, and knocked twice by the way.

The sound is crisp.

"Musashi-san is all right, Director, this is enough to be called a medical miracle, right?"

Director Suzuki's eyes widened, and his mustache was about to blow away:

"Medicine, learning, wonders, miracles?"

As you just described, it's obviously a medical supernatural event!

"Medical Onion Laughter" doesn't dare to make it up like this!

"There are only two possibilities.

"First, the instrument did have a bug just now, and the second ......"

He turned his head and looked at Nurse Natsuki with burning eyes.

Xia Mu pointed at himself blankly: "Eh, me? ”

Kogoro Suzuki nodded:

"Second, something is wrong with your spirit."

......

Night.

Regarding the abnormal event of the pulse chamber that occurred in the afternoon, the hospital experts formed a professional team to conduct an inspection, and the conclusion was that there was no bug in the instrument.

Of course, Natsuki Sayaka does not have mental problems, and what she sees is not a hallucination.

Coupled with a short circuit in the power supply, the surveillance footage was lost.

The expert group unanimously agreed: "It can't be that Musashino's brain waves at that time really showed such a terrifying appearance." ”

Eventually, the matter was settled.

Hey~

At this time, Musashino was sitting on a recliner in the director's office, leisurely stuffing snacks into his mouth:

"Conan Doyle once said.

"Excluding all impossibility, the one explanation that remains, no matter how incredible, is the truth of the matter."

After having a soul out of his body, the director's office is almost his exclusive one.

Open your laptop and log in to the Tokyo Survival Forum.

Maki Hattori's account happens to be online.

Clicking on the homepage, she did not post a new video, but there were more than 1,000 more comments on the last story:

Look, everyone, Sister Sniper suddenly has a mutual friend! 〗

The ID is Dr. Musashi, and the account number is newly registered.

I feel like it's just a slippery hand, after all, she hasn't paid attention to anyone else in a long time.

『Impossible, Sister Sniper's friend verification question is her real name, so they must know each other in real life, right? 〗

〖...... 〗

Good guys, adding a friend has so many people who eat melons to discuss.

Didi~

At this time, Hattori Maki's avatar flashed, and he sent him a private message:

"Are you a diurnal creature? Finally wait until you log in and go live. ”

Musashino replied with a simple period.

Indicate that you are online.

Maki Hattori didn't talk nonsense, and threw over a post link:

"Take a look at the new hot posts in the forum."

[[Wasteland Invasion] coordinates Shinjuku Museum of Art, come and give me courage! 】

The post was posted two hours ago:

"Hello everyone, I'm a security guard at the Shinjuku Museum of Contemporary Art, and I'm on duty at night this week."

The poster also comes with proof of employment to ensure authenticity.

"Recently, the art museum is not normal, there are always traces of paint dragging on the floor and walls, and they will reappear after cleaning, and there are strange swishing sounds at night.

"What should I do, I'm a little panicked?"

Someone in the comment area seriously analyzed:

There are many portraits in the art museum, and there should be a waste land biological invasion that likes the smell of paint, such as colorful slime molds, long-tongued oil painted cats, etc.

"Is it dangerous?"

Rest assured, this pigment-loving creature is very weak.

『They don't hurt people, at most they lick the paint, damage the picture, and if they are harmful, they are also lethal to your leaders (laughs)』

"Then I'm relieved.

"Tomorrow I will remind the person in charge to strengthen the picture frame, and by the way, let the Metropolitan Police Department take a look."

The rest of the replies are not related to the topic.

Some complain about the high price of tickets to the art museum;

There is a message saying that I went to visit today, and the schoolbag was left in the museum, so let the poster help pay attention to it;

There are even those who ask if there is a shortage of jobs in the museum.

At the end of the browsing, it was a message posted by the poster, capitalized and bolded:

"Everybody......

"That doesn't seem right."

A large number of people poured in to comment, but the poster had gone offline and there was no news.

『Didi, is the owner still alive』

Nothing really happened to you! 〗

How can such an important place as the Shinjuku Museum of Contemporary Art have no extraordinary security force at all, allowing the wasteland to invade at will? 〗

『Okay, a daily deception (1/1)〗

『What about the moderator,Ban this account.,I'm annoyed."

〖...... 〗

After Musashino finished browsing, his emotions did not fluctuate.

The whole post doesn't even have a picture of the scene, so it can't be faker.

He knocked a question mark and replied to Hattori:

“？”

Maki Hattori asks:

"Musashi-san, are you interested in going to the Shinjuku Museum of Art to pursue excitement, right now!"

Ah......h

Musashino knocked again, "? "Send.

Maki Hattori:

(งǒdishǒ) ง⁼³₌₃

Hard, fist hard!

She was silent for a moment before replying:

"You know, my dad works in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Actually......

"Three days ago, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department received a private alarm from the Shinjuku Museum of Contemporary Art."