Under the moonlight, the college city, which is nearly one-third of the size of Tokyo, is far away from the bustling downtown area and a corner of the quiet industrial area.

As time goes by, the air in the night becomes more and more chilling. Although it is the hot summer season, there is still a feeling of coldness of pressing the cold knife on the cheeks.

On the deserted street, a girl wearing a gray pleated skirt, a short-sleeved top and a thin summer sweater, but wearing military night vision goggles on her head stood quietly, giving people a feeling of slowness. She had carefully planned the process of her death since the beginning, without any sad expression on her face. There was no fear, no hatred, and even no so-called hope of giving up.

All there is is just an expression of "nothing".

Because her body can be automatically created as long as the materials are prepared, pressing a button; there is nothing in her heart, and knowledge is forced into the brain like a rewrite using a brainwashing device.

The unit price of Misaka's sister is 180,000 yuan, which is no different from a high-performance computer. And as long as the manufacturing technology continues to improve, the cost can be lowered.

At that time, it will be no different from the auction items piled on the shelves.

It is precisely because of this understanding and concept that she does not need any supervision and walks through the execution ground that wants to kill herself at a limited time. In the eyes of others, she is like a clockwork doll walking towards the edge of a cliff, neither fearing death nor seeking survival.

Therefore, the plan can no longer be carried out now, and the review content is useless. This Misaka girl has no idea how to carry out the program in her mind. Or it should be said that her attention is now on the Misaka network that is causing a severe storm.

And in front of the girl, another person stood.

Tick-

Under the cold moonlight, the red liquid dripped onto the clean and tidy street ground, turning from mottled spots into a complete blooming flower of blood.

But Mu Xiu just responded plainly and continued to listen to the unknown call, turning a blind eye to his arm that had been twisted into a strange shape, as if the red liquid was just a simple dye and would not harm the body.

"Is it really amazing to have control over electronic signals directly to such a level?" The strange voice revealed a hint of appreciation.

This sound was caused by inexplicable air vibrations, as if Mu Xiu was in an invisible telephone booth and pressed the hands-free button.

"Thank you very much for your praise. Although I don't know who you are, in order not to waste your precious time, I think it is necessary for us to get directly into the topic." The boy replied faintly, then he glanced at his left arm and gently shook off some crumbling red liquid.

"Thank you for your understanding." The mechanical synthesized voice had obvious admiration, "Then I will just say it directly, please take the girl beside you away from the scene now and prepare to accept tomorrow's coronation ceremony, the newly promoted Lord NO.1..."

The last sentence is obviously in a joking tone.

However, Mu Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Misaka's sister, but did not immediately act as required by the other party.

"You can't wait for the relevant personnel of the experiment to arrive. As long as you continue to stay there, no relevant personnel will appear and be responsible for the matter... In another three minutes, the guards nearby will arrive. If you are willing to waste the next precious time on them and do not intend to see the doctor first, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The person opposite the call was tepid.

"But you have to think clearly that the girl next to you does not have the ID and the legal identity represented by the ID. Once exposed, it is not easy to solve... If you don't want her to be detained in the name of urban security and then recycled by the experimental department, it is better to take her away first."

"So, what about that experiment?" Mu Xiu asked calmly.

"This is a secret plan of a certain director. This girl is the product of this plan. You actually collected relevant information, but you didn't have time to screen it out for a while and noticed it... But after you defeated the first one, the theoretical basis of this plan was already shattered. Maybe the experimental subject will become you next, but the choice is in your hands-"

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Mu Xiu cut off the electronic signal directly, then turned around and looked at Misaka's sister, sighing in his heart.

After the show, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The goal he pursued has been completely declared. With his foresight of the plot and his super acting skills brought by being able to completely control the muscles and nerves of the body, he was completely in danger along the way.

...

...

Located in the middle of a wide room, Yaresta floats upside down in a round-tube container filled with red liquid.

Apart from the word "human", there is no adjective to describe him. This human with silver hair looks like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a sinner.

His gaze stayed in the air.

I don’t know what technology was used, but a four-angle image appeared in the void where there was nothing.

"Haha, it's really interesting... the plan can be changed."

In the huge test tube, humans floated upside down, looking at the image with slight interest.

...

...

The spiral blades of the wind turbine made a sound of squeaking, echoing on the deserted streets. Under the moonlight, the two of them walked quickly one after another.

Far behind me, the fire from the burning building illuminated half of the sky, and the sirens of unmanned level traffic could be heard faintly. The surrounding scenery has become artificially planted groves, which is the transition zone between industrial areas, downtown areas and residential areas.

As if he was constantly gritting his teeth or grinding his teeth, Mu Xiu looked at the hustle and bustle city area gradually approaching, and then stopped.

He turned around, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and handed them to the expressionless girl Misaka, and directly said in a tone of giving instructions:

"According to this address, you can go back there and wait for yourself. Do not talk to anyone during this period. Stay away from others as much as possible, especially a hedgehog head and your prototype."

Misaka's sister didn't even move her eyebrows: "Misaka understands, but Misaka cannot understand your behavior. Misaka answered this. There were signs of open wounds on your body, which were visually estimated to be comminuted fractures. The damage was severe. Now it is over the best treatment time in the early stage, so it needs to create conditions for the second phase of surgery as soon as possible..."

"I know this." Mu Xiu said in a strange tone. In the eyes of others, he was about to get crazy because of his broken arm. "That's why I need you to go back by yourself. I want to go to the hospital first..."

Then the boy seemed to suddenly think of something and asked tentatively: "You, what is your name? Is it just "Misaka"?"

"Misaka cannot understand what the meaning of a name is. The name is just a code name. However, the number of Misaka is No. 9942, Misaka added."

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"That's right, is No. 9942..." Mu Xiu summed up with an unknown feeling and repeated the girl's number. Then he turned around and stopped saying anything, waved his hand and walked away directly in the other direction.

Sister Misaka stayed in place, with her emotional look silently looking at the boy's back as he walked away.

...

Walking quickly through the street, a long list of mottled blood was left behind Mu Xiu.

However, relying on his strong muscle control, he can easily suppress the wound and control the amount of bleeding. It seems that outsiders only because the blue veins of his right hand bloomed, and he stuck the main blood vessels and has persisted until now.

But in order to be more realistic, he made his face pale as much as possible, revealing a sense of weakness.

The surrounding environment, buildings, and roads gradually became familiar, and a hospital building that covered a huge area but looked ordinary appeared in front of him. Mu Xiu sniffed hard and ran quickly in that direction.

Twenty minutes later.

"I can only do this in a short period of time..." said the middle-aged doctor with a frog-like face. Looking at the black-haired boy in front of him, a light of interest appeared in his eyes.

"But the injury is too thorough, and it takes a long time to restore and regulate the bones and nerves. You can take off the bandage in less than a month, but it may take half a year to a year to recover..."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter at all. I'm very satisfied with the hope of recovery. Thank you, doctor." Mu Xiu tilted his head and smiled, then seemed to wave his left arm that had just been handled happily, as if the bandages were wrapped in him now was a rare novel manifestation for him.

The corners of the soul twitched slightly, and then he asked curiously: "The internal dysfunction of your body, according to your description, should be caused by excessive secretion of adrenaline. It can be regulated by taking medicine, but does it really need to be checked in detail?"

"No need, I know this very well myself, and there is something that cannot be delayed for too long, so I need to go back and deal with it immediately..." Mu Xiu shook his head and naturally refused.

Just simply deal with trauma like the arm. The Soul Chasing the Underworld is also accurate enough to judge his injury, but a detailed physical examination is avoided. After all, even the composition of skin cells is different from that of ordinary people. Regular examinations and naked eyes will definitely not be seen, but it is different if you use precision instruments.

"That's it, that's fine. I think there's nothing wrong with it, just because I'm afraid you won't be able to get through it psychologically... But if you have any problems, please tell me as soon as possible and don't keep it. I'm your doctor."

The Soul Chasing in the Underworld nodded slightly and no longer insisted.

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At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, but when someone pushed the door was a little familiar girl with tea hair.

"Well, doctor, this is Kuroko's follow-up examination form, there should be no... Hey, hey? Why are you here?" Mikoto Misaka saw the boy sitting opposite the doctor at a glance. She suddenly had a look of joy and excitement in her eyes, but it was definitely not an ambiguousness, but the eyes of a warrior or a good-hearted person.

"It just so happened that I went to your place in the evening to challenge you, but you were not here. Let's fight now, right?"

"Ultraman?" Mushe blinked and held his chin as if thinking.

"Ultraman...what the hell? Are you so good at pissing others like that guy?"

Blue and white sparks appeared on Mikoto Misaka's forehead, and she raised her hand with a bad look on her face. It was the two girls behind her who rushed forward to suppress her and reminded her that it was still in the hospital.

"Well, maybe it's because they will emit some light beams..." Mu Xiu turned his head and looked at the night view of the city outside the window, and said dryly.

Under the intervention of the Soul Chasing in the Underworld, no one could really start a fight in the hospital, but both sides were taught a strict lesson by him.

When the doctor focused his attention on the checklist again, Mikoto Misaka showed a fighting expression, stared at the guy sitting in his original position without moving, and whispered: "Hmph, I'll challenge you tomorrow afternoon. If you have the ability, don't wait, what's going on with your arm?"

As she said, Kamikura Satori and Satoriko's eyes were placed on Mu Xiu's bandaged left arm, which was wrapped tightly, like a mummy.

The boy's face changed and then he replied softly: "I just went out to fight someone and my arm was broken."

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Mikoto Misaka suddenly seemed to have discovered something fun, and she smiled like a little fox who had secretly eaten a hen: "Hora Hora~ Are you a fool, or did you go to fight Gundam with your bare hands? Will you be so hurt?"

"That guy is much more dangerous than Gundam, you will know tomorrow."
Chapter completed!