In the painting, Van Gogh was so frightened that he quickly disassembled it into pieces and slipped back into the painting.

Damn it!

How could he find out?

It shuttled frantically from one work to another, and in an instant it ran to the top floor of the studio warehouse.

It's a secluded place where the museum stores high-quality imitation works, and all kinds of discarded semi-finished products are piled up into a hill, which is extremely difficult to detect.

Feeling the weight of the paintings on its body, it was much more relieved.

"Whew~

"He shouldn't be able to find it this time......

Crash~

There was a sound from above, and Van Gogh noticed that the weight above was decreasing.

Before it could come to its senses, the waste was removed with a pair of hands, exposing it directly to the outside.

Don't!

Musashino's Soul Splinter picked it up:

"You...... Where else do you want to go? ”

Van Gogh's fear in the painting reaches its peak:

It was only a few seconds since he caught me on the third floor, and he chased me again!

How did he chase him?

BOOM~

Without hesitation, it splits itself into five parts, jumping among the museum's paintings, each escaping along a different path towards the exit.

This is a very powerful means of saving lives.

The division it is now casting is irreversible.

In other words, only one of the five neurons will survive in the end, and the rest will all die.

But as long as one succeeds in escaping......

It can live!

In the painting, Van Gogh thought very beautifully:

"Since you're running fast, I'll divide your troops into five ways, and you can't catch them all, right?"

Eh, hey~

It's good to be a wasteland creature.

Our noble life forms, with their unparalleled flexibility and survivability, are those humans can match?

Aha-

What a stupid carbon-based life......

Smack!

The escape of all neurons came to an abrupt halt.

Because together they heard the sound of the frame being removed.

The five "Musashinos" took off their frames at different places and at the same time, blocking their path.

They smiled as kindly as ever:

"You......

"Where else do you want to go?"

The escape plan failed, and four of the neurons quickly died, leaving only the last lonely one, and Van Gogh suddenly fell into a state of extreme weakness;

"I, I, I haven't failed."

It has a final solution:

Neurons are broken down into individual cells, dispersed into different paintings, and when the time is right, they can divide and multiply and regenerate.

It's just that if you do that, you lose the ability to think completely.

The probability of recovery is also low.

But...... No way.

Just as Van Gogh was about to put it into action in the painting, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

With the help of the connection with the works in the museum, it was able to see that in all the exhibition halls, there was a "Musashino" at this time, and there were nearly 100 of them in total.

The eyes of the "Musashino" converge on it through the painting:

"You.......

"Where do you want to go?"

Ahh

In the painting, Van Gogh screamed in horror, and he fell into complete madness:

"Me!

"I'm going to fight with you!"

At this time, Musashino's soul body was still standing beside Hattori Maki.

"Uh."

Maki Hattori scratched her head.

Didn't Musashi-san say that Van Gogh was still alive in the painting?

Why didn't he take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but stood still?

Not......

Could it be because I was too hasty this time and put both of them in danger, so he got angry?

"Musashi-san, why don't we go find it first."

This powerful wasteland creature cannot be connived at endangering the living area.

Musashino came back to his senses:

"Oh, no.

"It came for it."

Whoosh –

Maki Hattori heard the sound of the air moving, and it seemed that something was approaching.

She looked up.

It was a thin piece of paper, dangling and floating down.

She almost didn't recognize:

"What is this?"

After careful identification, she realized that there was a little residual paint on the paper, but the color was very dull, and it looked devastation.

It's Van Gogh in the painting.

It yelled at Musashino for the last time:

"Stinky Dog—

"I'll fight with you!"

It seems to contain endless resentment.

Syllable~

Musashino flicked his fingers and pinned it to the wall behind him.

Then he raised his hand, and the soft white energy condensed in the palm of his hand:

"Rest in peace."

In the painting, Van Gogh first lies flat, probably knowing that he has no chance of survival.

But it suddenly struggled with what little strength it had left.

"Huh?"

Musashino frowned suspiciously.

Its body split two pieces of paper on the sides, then folded them up and shook violently, as if waving their hands to say no.

You were fighting with me just now, and now you're begging for mercy?

Hey, that's not right.

Musashino finally discovered that on the wall behind him hung the oil painting "Tokyo Folding".

"It turned out to be a work that I couldn't bear to die."

Van Gogh in the painting......

No, let's call him Shinichiro Sasaki.

Perhaps it was in the near-death state that he regained a little bit of his humanity in life, or perhaps it was the artist's instinct to protect his work......

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

I'm going to shark you anyway.

Before Musashino started, he gently protected the surface of "Tokyo Folding" with energy.

Sure enough, Shinichiro Sasaki stopped struggling.

Whoa—

The white light lit up, and its body completely dissipated.

Maki Hattori breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's finally settled."

She looked at Musashino.

He was still wearing a black cloak, with an exaggerated hood covering most of his face, and he couldn't see his specific appearance or expression.

"Musashi-san.

"Why do you always wear a big hat and don't want to show your face?"

Ah......h

The corners of Musashino's mouth twitched:

Nonsense, I'm a high-risk person recorded by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, don't cover my face, waiting to send experience to your dad?

But before he could answer, Maki Hattori smiled and said:

"Needless to say, I know that.

"Musashi-san is a very powerful transcendent being, so in order to avoid attracting the attention of the wasteland, he concealed his identity, right?"

The gaze of the wasteland?

Musashino remembered.

He had seen the word in the terms of the sauce pie izakaya:

Try to keep a low profile when carrying out the entrusted tasks, otherwise the izakaya will not be responsible if it attracts the attention of the wasteland.

The gaze of the wasteland seems to be a terrible thing?

Musashino's understanding of this parallel world is not very deep.

It is only known that when humans recaptured 20% of the habitable area and established a living area on it.

All those who can live here, even the homeless, are lucky.

Outside the survival zone, there is a treacherous wasteland.

There is unimaginable horror.

The powerful transcendents in the human race have always been a thorn in the side of the wasteland forces, and if they are on their hunt list, they may be "watched by the wasteland"?

Perhaps.

Harm.

I don't know much about the wasteland, but it's still too small.

Musashino couldn't help but sigh.

Miwoo~

Miwoo~

Sirens suddenly sounded outside the door, and red and blue lights flashed alternately, illuminating the entire museum through the windows.

The Metropolitan Police Department is coming?

Slide!

"It's Dad, they're here, Musashi-san......"

Maki Hattori turned around, only to find that Musashino behind him had disappeared out of thin air:

"Huh? Tender? ”