Chaldean Medical Office, Ward 7.

This time it was a normal ward, with no oversized rooms and no hangar-like furnishings.

Even the large fighter plane that was supposed to exist has turned into a young man in a Western-style suit - half-lying on a hospital bed, with bandages under his suit, and at first glance it looks like he is trying to coss with a certain Mu Mu Yin who devoured crabs, but in fact......

"It's incomprehensible! No matter how you take off his clothes and apply the medicine to bandage, the costume will be back on his body in less than ten minutes! ”

"It's probably an unexpected phenomenon caused by detaching from data and returning to reality."

The woman dressed as a nun explained that she was forbidden to set foot in the data world by a certain B.B., and although it was a pity that she could not help the master on the battlefield over there, she could still assist the doctor in caring for the patient.

Of course, the doctor didn't want to be helped by her.

And I don't feel that this patient needs to be cared for.

The real rescue is carried out in the data world, and it is only an attempt to receive medicine in the real world after waking up now.

The patient is not considered a patient in the conventional sense, so he does not need to be cared for by a regular patient.

Just like a doctor who simply asked the other party if he was dizzy, whether the wound was painful, and whether there were any other abnormal symptoms, he directly prescribed him a fried chicken burger recipe.

Then the other party ate very energetically.

Wow Wave! What a rejuvenation! Dr. Roman!

Before the doctor was 'killed' by a nurse with an elbow, a certain writer of Waka JK in the Heian period praised it so much.

This is the Chaldeans.

The composition of its staff is very godly, very weird, very indescribable, and it sounds like some Cthulhu Academy, but the actual composition is not completely unrelated.

The purity is not very sufficient, otherwise it will not be able to squeeze out.

For example, take the King in Yellow, who was only on TV some time ago.

Even this Aldebaran homeless man in yellow and the green-skinned fat boy in the sea have been chased by the Ultra gang several times together, and even the pieces of meat and clothes have been beaten to pieces.

Many of the otherworldly isotopes who were related to each other couldn't find a crack that could squeeze through.

Even if some members of their world had strayed into this world, Tianmen had found the location of their world and sent it back, making them very curious about this side when they got the news.

If it's full, it's full, unless you cut your own elements weakly enough, such as the clones of the doppelgangers, the leftovers of the clones, and the other people who are a bit metaphorical for the elements, then maybe you can try to squeeze hard?

This is usually something that only the flow of gods who are high-dimensional beings can try.

Microsurgery is performed on the composition of the information that makes up the self.

However, these Chaldean followers were able to rely on the convenience of the spiritual base system itself to make some absurd, bold, and thought-provoking changes.

to achieve the effect of high-dimensional transformation, stitching, and cutting.

And then some guys who do have an outer god element can blend in like this.

You can even start a cross-border exchange with the outer gods of this world, and then discuss when the trend of anthropomorphism of the outer gods began.

But, by all sides, this is the occasion of a superagent.

After reawakening from the call of a child and finally being able to transform from his troublesome fighter form back to his convenient, friendly human form, the Chaldean staff responsible for his careafter quickly brought him back to the real world from the world of data for recuperation.

He also stuffed a plastic toy in his hand to appease him.

- It was an enhanced build designed for him by Leonardo da Vinci at the suggestion of Ormer.

It is not only a piece of equipment used to repair his fuselage, but also a complex device that can be disassembled and combined into reinforced armor to expand the power of his engine.

Of course, it looks like a very simple toy race car, to the extent that you can't even cram the remote control system into it.

The effect of the toy is amazing.

When I wake up, I am in a strange room (ward), strange costumes (referring to the extraordinarily self-dressing of some servants), and terrifying stares (a certain unnamed Zhuge Kongming has been waiting for clues for too long).

The super agent was not so frightened that he jumped up and kicked the overtime worker in front of him, which can be regarded as a great contribution to the toy and the little girl.

The latter refers to the little girls who he has been guiding him with his voice in the confusion, nursery rhymes, chastity, and little Jack.

After hearing that the Lord would thank him with a snack, he left happily, leaving Ermelo II with Morgan and Grey to stay in the ward.

What all three have in common is that they are all related to the eucalyptus of the clock tower.

Grey is II's assistant and works with him to investigate the attack on the clock tower, and Morgan is the one who is stigmatized.

Except for Miss Grey, who was still wearing a hood in the room, the eyes of the other two adults could be described as oppressive.

Had it not been for the fact that a doctor had barged into the room with an embarrassed but polite smile and brought a tablet, this wordless confrontation would have lasted for a long time.

——

Luragait: [Hello, masked super agent.

And, of course, the Chaldean staff on the side, and I guess His Excellency Ermelo II is also there, so how about taking the liberty of proposing to get straight to the point?

Of course, Mr. Agent, you should be very confused by now.

I don't know where I am, I don't know who those people are.

But it doesn't really matter, what matters is, do you remember the fight before you fell unconscious?

You're chasing a spaceship, a ship that violates the law, disrupts peace, and even has aliens hiding in it, wielding the power of a strange beast.

Do you remember?

Those around you want to get these messages.

Try to recall that someone was wronged because of this.]

——

Knocking on the above content, the end is so hasty that there is no time to knock on the full stop, and Ommer's message has never been punctuated with a question mark, and only when writing a long paragraph will it be relatively regular.

However, the reason why this full stop was sent out without knocking was not that I didn't want to send it, but that I saw that the café was approaching.

"Trainer ......."

The dark-haired girl's face was not very good, not because her sister said anything excessive during the call, on the contrary:

"'Friend' agreed, but her situation seemed to be ......" "Not very optimistic."

Omer took the second half of her sentence.

And referred to what she had said before.

"City, Street, Building, Room Jumping......"

"It's probably not a normal way to move."

"She's either chasing someone or being chased by someone, right?"

"Her breathing was rapid...... "her ears drooped, "not for spirits, and there seemed to be some explosions and collapses." ”

"I don't think she asked for help from you, or even perfunctory about what she was doing."

"Hmmm......"

"There must have been something similar before."

“…… Hmm..."

"Have faith in her, she knows what I'm capable of, but she doesn't mean to ask me for help."

"......" The café closed her eyes in silence, and then after a few seconds, her ears lifted slightly and nodded, "It's just that I won't be able to run for a short time." ”

"Go to the activity room and make a cup of coffee, and I can't do most of my training when I'm connected." Omer suggested.

"Okay, then... Trainers should pay more attention to the speedo-on and Bourbon side. ”

Rather than her own situation, the girl chose to give up the trainer's attention to her peers.

In response, Omer just swiped the live broadcast link and forwarded it to the other party's umaline.

"Actually, it doesn't get in the way, even you can keep an eye on it, but let's go make a cup of coffee first, and I can even visit them with your coffee on the conveyor belt."

"Good!" The girl responded.

This was completely refreshed, and a new pop-up window appeared on Omer's screen.

From the witch beast, it is the file and the live broadcast application.

Also from the Chaldean correspondence.

[Specifically emphasize that those people around me want to get those messages, do you want to be different from them?] 】

Looking at this string of characters, a happy arc appeared on Omer's calm face.

Lunakrait: [Very sharp, Mr. Agent.] 】

[My companion and I are more interested in you and your hyper agent. 】

[What we hope for is your information, especially that of the Gridman.] 】