Aihara Enju left. After explaining that it was useless and that if she continued to stay here, she would only be attacked by a few chalks, she followed Satomi Rentaro home to find a solution.
After thinking hard all morning, she came up with the idea of posting a big-character poster, but what to write on the big-character poster made the girl a little troubled.
"Rentaro, what do you think I should write on it?"
she asked.
Satomi Rentaro: "..."
He didn't have any good suggestions. If he just wrote on it that the children of the curse are also human beings and they are not gastrea animals, it would probably not have any effect. But if he posted it randomly on big-character posters like this, it might still I was invited into the bureau to eat pork chop rice bowl.
"You can write something on it, calling on people to protect the cursed child."
After thinking about it, Satomi Rentaro suggested that if you strongly oppose the stereotyped views of this society, you may suffer counterattacks and get into trouble, but if you just appeal to everyone from the perspective of the proposer, you should love the cursed child. , It would probably be much easier if it was just a side ball.
That is, for most people, this kind of appeal may not have any effect. It's just that Aihara Yanzhu didn't know clearly and believed it a little stupidly. She really wrote on the big cardboard that she found, asking for help from the society. If everyone should not discriminate, but should protect the cursed son.
Rentaro Satomi couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Let me help too!"
As he said that, he came over together and deleted some of the inappropriate expressions in the appeal written by Yanzhu Aihara on the ground that might irritate other ordinary people.
Well, I probably need to remove all the tough words and use a very low-status tone to request people in society. It would feel like someone is making a sincere request using the kneeling posture of Dogeza, and This fits perfectly with the cursed child's current status at the bottom of society.
"Do you feel that this kind of appeal seems a little less powerful?"
Looking at the graffitied image of the little girl in pink kneeling down and begging humbly on the cardboard, Lan Yuan Yanzhu frowned, but the things on the cardboard were fair and different from what she had imagined.
"No, that's good. After all, what kind of words are suitable for what kind of people. Cursed children are at the bottom of society. Saying this kind of request is the least likely to arouse other people's resentment and desire to attack. , maybe if you are lucky, you can really get the approval of some kind-hearted people who sympathize with the weak..."
Satomi Rentaro explained rationally, but he obviously forgot that humans are social animals, and they have a very strong blind obedience mentality.
If the general social environment has not changed, expressing some ideas that are inconsistent with the current values of society, if the person who stands up to express his ideas is not strong enough, I am afraid that he will not be able to attract followers and supporters at all.
On the contrary, it may give some passers-by the initial impression that the idea expressed is actually a weak thing that can only beg for help, which may eventually lead to the crushing of this idea into the big dye vat of current society. result.
"Is it true that as long as we do this, we can really gain the approval of others?"
Aihara Enju believed Rentaro Satomi's words, and a look of excitement appeared on her face. It seemed that she couldn't wait to take out the cardboard sign and parade it through the streets, or draw more such appeals. paper and stick it on telephone poles in different streets for publicity.
"Before that, Enju, we should go to Dr. Muroto Sumire for a routine check-up on your physical condition."
Satomi Rentaro said while grabbing the girl who was very mobile and ready to go out for action.
Helpless, Aihara Enju could only follow Dr. Muroto Sumire.
"After the examination, we must act quickly. There may be many cursed children in this world who are being treated unfairly. Rentaro, we must change the world as soon as possible. The unreasonable social environment !”
Sitting on the train, Aihara Yanzhu was shaking her feet in an imposing manner and talking.
[The big social environment, what can we do if we just rely on it? 】
Although he was thinking this in his heart, Satomi Rentaro still agreed on the surface: "Okay."
However, when they arrived at a certain east villa building in Setagaya District, there was no response when they knocked on the door. They thought it was because the sloppy female doctor had done another experiment and fell asleep. Rentaro Satomi who walked in directly opened the door and saw the mess in the room—— After the scene of breaking the icehouse steel door, his expression changed.
"What's wrong?"
Aizhara Yanzhu, who was a little short and could not get over the obstacle in front of the door - some garbage bags, asked Aihara Yanzhu who had a clear view of the situation inside the room.
"Doctor, something may have happened to her."
Satomi Rentaro ran in, and he was slightly relieved that no blood was found. At least, the cause of gastrea could be roughly ruled out.
"Hiss~"
Then, the man took a breath, but he saw the clearly distinguishable shoe prints on the broken icehouse steel door hanging on the side. This door was not damaged by the bomb at all, but was used by someone. The feet are raised.
"Hell, is he a reformer?"
Dr. Muroto Sumire's medical skills are very strong, and her research on gastroenterovirus is second to none in the Tokyo area, no, even internationally.
Therefore, it is not that it has never happened before that some powerful guys wanted to kidnap her.
However, the Muroto family was considered a famous family, with sufficient armed strength and influence to prevent anyone from succeeding.
But this time...
At this moment, Satomi Rentaro's cell phone rang in his pocket.
When he looked at the call, he saw it was Tendo Mugen.
"Hey, Sister Kigeng, um, Yanzhu has come back..."
In the office of the Tendo Civilian Police Office, Tendo Kisara looked at the computer screen in front of him. What was displayed on it was the picture captured by the security bureau's internal satellite from a bird's-eye view.
"Since there is no problem with little Yanzhu's condition and he is able to go on missions, then you should go as soon as possible. We are the first ones to discover the traces of the gastrulation. I have already booked a helicopter to pick you up. You..."
Before Tendo Kisara could finish his words, he heard Rentaro Satomi quickly say something about the disappearance of Sumire Muroto and her suspected kidnapping by a cybernetic. However, this news almost made Tendo Kisara stand up from his office chair. Slide up and down.
Looking at the location of the target gastrea he had just obtained, Tendo Mu was even more reluctant, but he had no choice. Compared with the commissioned tasks sent by Sheng Tianzi to multiple police companies, although the rewards for the tasks were very high, it was obviously Sumire Muroto, the cooperating physician who has maintained a long-term cooperative relationship with their office and whose personal relationship can be regarded as an important friend, is the more important party.
"Okay then, I will hand over the coordinates of the gastrea of the mission target to another police company, and you can continue to investigate the disappearance of Sumire Muroto."
After hanging up the phone, Tendo Mugen sighed.
She knew something about Sumire Muroto's situation. A few years ago, she was a senior researcher at the Tokyo Research Institute and was mainly responsible for the research of transforming people. But later, the Initiators gradually appeared because of the emergence of some ideas. Due to differences, there was a conflict with the leadership of the institute.
Although they didn't completely part ways in the end, they gradually became a marginalized person inside. He was a researcher with a professional background, and gradually turned into a somewhat decadent guy today. He was defined as an independent researcher among the people, which is also commonly known as folk. the scientist.
And this has led to the official protection of her being less than before. Well, it should be completely absent. Even the family only provides the most basic financial subsidy to the older daughter of the family who is left behind. , without giving any more help.
"Really, I asked her to spend some money to hire a few bodyguards a long time ago, but in the end she kept saying that she was no longer worth living at home. Don't she think about how much money she spends every month on collecting... According to the materials, I really deserve to be kidnapped..."
Tendong Mokeng was a little bit more cursing. She was also a down-and-out rich girl who was abandoned by her family. She became a pauper who had to run around for money every day. However, the other party could still maintain a high monthly consumption and work as a civilian scientist at home. If not, It is impossible to envy that.
[After I get her back, I must settle the score with her and make a huge profit! 】
With this thought in mind, Tendo Kisara took out his cell phone and made another call.
"Hey, is this the Nandou Police Company..."
Now, Tendomu wants to sell the first-hand intelligence data he has worked so hard to obtain at a high price to as many other police companies as possible before it expires, in order to save his company from abandoning the mission entrusted by Shengtianzi. Loss.
. . . .
At Sumire Muroto's side, Satomi Rentaro had also discovered the fact that the car in the garage downstairs of the villa was missing.
"The phone is still there, but the car is missing. Is this to hide the fact that he was kidnapped?"
Satomi Rentaro frowned, fighting with the air.
And just when he went to the traffic management department, using his identity as a policeman to investigate the situation of gastrula parasites, and to obtain monitoring of the conditions of various main roads near Setagaya District, he had already walked away, but he missed it perfectly. The maintenance company that Sumire Tosumire contacted, which was related to her family, were the workers who came to repair the icehouse door.
As for where Sumire Muroto herself went, it was obvious that after the on-boarding session last night, she had already started her first job after ending her life at home. However, she brought some examination equipment and drove her own car. In his private car, he arrived at the orphanage in District 39 where Wu Ke was located, and began a physical examination of the cursed children here.
Of course, it also includes the treatment of some sick children, including the ordinary girl who contracted a sexually transmitted disease, although Muroto Sumire is not focused on this.
"I originally thought that God should be an omnipotent existence, but in the end, even when it comes to curing diseases and saving people, we still need help from mortals like me!"
Years of living at home while studying have left Sumire Muroto with an unhealthy pale complexion, thick dark circles under her eyes, and messy hair. If she hadn't had first-class looks and exquisite facial features, she would have been directly regarded as a social waste and a widowed daughter. .
This man was complaining, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead due to fatigue. This was something he had only experienced a long time ago when he always stood on the operating table and performed human body modification surgery. No need to be so tired.
At least, there is no need to check people one-on-one and do some necessary treatment.
"I'm afraid you have a misunderstanding about God.
An omnipotent existence, that is a creation-level god.
Or, it is a life unit that can control all concepts and all particles within a certain field.
And I, unfortunately, although I can barely be considered a god, I am of the binary type.
What he masters is the concept of good and evil, and he is also a part-time worker.
My job is SD, a savior who travels between different worlds because of others calling for help.
However, compared to saving innocent people and destroying the evil that persecutes innocent people, that is what I am better at. "
"Indeed, it is easier to destroy than to repair."
Sumire Muroto nodded. As a doctor, she agreed with this.
The body of a living person is very fragile. It is easy to be injured but very troublesome to repair.
This is why she prefers corpses to living people.
When it comes to repairing damaged corpses, there is no need to consider too many things like living people.
"Oh, Naoko's hand was cut by a knife."
There were exclamations in the kitchen.
The pork ordered last night was delivered this morning.
The girl accidentally cut her finger while cutting meat.
"It's okay. I have a strong recovery power. As long as I hold the incision, I will recover quickly."
Naoko comforted the girl next to her, the pain making her mouth twitch.
However, compared to being able to eat meat today, this little pain seems nothing.
If she could eat meat every day, she would rather cut it with her own hands every day.
"It hurts. Stretch out your hand."
Calling Naoko out of the kitchen, Wu Ke asked her to take out her injured hand.
Next to her, Sumire Muroto had prepared hydrogen peroxide for disinfection, trauma medicine, and gauze to wrap and fix the wound.
"professional."
Wu Ke nodded and commented, but he just took sterilizing hydrogen peroxide and disinfected the girl.
"Do you need me to come?"
Sumire Muroto asked, she was very confident in dealing with trauma.
And her confidence comes from suturing the wounds of hundreds of corpses.
"If it's just trauma, I'm better at it."
As Wu Ke spoke, he dropped a thin, invisible black silk thread and immediately demonstrated what cell-level wound suturing was.
Sumire Muroto fell into silence as she watched the girl's deep cut on her finger heal completely in less than three seconds, as if she was not injured.
I take back my previous remarks about looking down on God and being unable to cure illnesses and save people. Damn you...
"Is this kind of terrifying healing speed due to some kind of magic?"
she asked.
"No, this is science!"
Wu Ke answered seriously.
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