Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 102 The Thief on the Boat

Nan Ke didn't dislike the current Professor Wilson, but rather felt guilty.

He didn't save others, and took over their identities and bodies.No matter how you look at it, he is responsible.

Now that Professor Wilson is in such a bad state, he has to find a way.

Wilson's life can be solved with life solidification technology, but it may take a long time.But mentally, he has nothing to do.

The lights of Tiga and Dyna responded to him.But unfortunately, these two predecessors are not Ultraman who specializes in healing.

Although Tiga's cell restoration beam also has the ability to heal, it can turn animals that have mutated into monsters into their original appearance.But this is of no use to Professor Wilson.

What Professor Wilson is now damaged is on the spiritual level.

Nan Ke felt that the only one who could cure Professor Wilson was the kind and brave man, Altman Gauss.

Gauss's light is basically healing, and he will reason with monsters when there is nothing to do. Only when the monster cannot be appeased and healed, it will turn into a corona form and start to reason with his fists.

If that doesn't work, then it's an eclipse pattern.

And in the end, the will of the great universe that is the truth in itself—Leggado.

Of course, in normal times, Altman Gauss is still very gentle and loving.

Although it is often ridiculed, it is Musashi who is kind, and it has nothing to do with Goss.

But ridicule is ridicule, don't forget, it was Gauss who taught Musashi what is true kindness.That blue giant is a truly gentle and healing existence.

It is also in this perilous and polluted universe that is most likely to heal Professor Wilson and other polluted people.

In Zhuomu's system, of course, there is also the light of this loving and brave man.

He also tried to touch it, but there was no response.

Zhuom said that he has not really grasped the meaning of loving kindness.

Nan Ke tried many times, but all ended in failure.

In desperation, he had no choice but to give up.

"I don't understand, what is real compassion."

Nan Ke looked at Professor Wilson in front of him and sighed deeply.

He fired two more rays of light, hanging in the depths of this subconscious mind.Under the gentle light, Professor Wilson's breathing was quite peaceful, and his ramblings were reduced a lot.

But this is only a temporary solution.

He ruffled Professor Wilson's hair sadly, rubbing his human body like a dog's head.

"Oh, take your time, there will always be a way."

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Nan Ke opened his eyes, rubbed his temples and sat up.

The bed is comfortable, but it's not time to go to bed at night, even if it's a nap, it's a bit early.It's just past eleven o'clock now, and it's not even twelve o'clock yet.

And he hasn't had lunch yet.

And I didn't eat last night's dinner or this morning's breakfast.

I told the painter Pickman before that he relies on photosynthesis, so the painter didn't let him have breakfast, and even suggested that he go to the balcony with the best sunshine to get more sun.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only smile awkwardly.

In fact, I fought two monsters in a row last night, both of which were unusual monsters, super doubles all the time, and the other was a local mutant with a gunshot wound on its stomach.

If he didn't have the power of Ultra, he would have exhausted all his physical strength and rushed to the street.

He simply tidied himself up, put on his glasses, and picked up the transformation device.

His transformation device is just a notebook, about the size of b5, a little smaller than the Zeta transformation device, and it is a bit exaggerated to stuff it in his clothes.

His original windbreaker had relatively large pockets, but it could be stuffed.But now his brown coat doesn't have such big pockets.But it wouldn't be so strange to hold it in your hand, after all, it's just a notebook with a different pattern.

Geologist William writes his investigation report and calculates some things in a small notebook every day.He is also holding a notebook, so it won't be suspicious. After all, he is a professor. It is a good habit to carry a notebook with him.

It's also not as conspicuous as those original Bandai toys, and it won't be mistaken for a child's toy.

With a book in his hands, Wilson left the cabin calmly and arrived at the dining room on the second floor.

The waiter over there led him to an empty round table with a smile on his face: "You are Professor Wilson, right? Ms. Ellis has ordered that all expenses on board the Miskatonic University expedition team will be free."

While talking, the waiter handed over a menu.

"Really, thank you very much." Wilson thanked calmly, took the menu, and ordered several people's portions without changing his face.

The waiter was a little confused, so: "Are you dining with other people?"

"Oh no, it's just me."

Wilson said in an unremarkable tone, as if this was a perfectly normal thing.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, but because Wilson's tone was too reasonable, he almost thought that something was wrong with him.

He blankly picked up the menu and left.

Soon, some other waiters served dishes full of dishes in front of him.

Finally, Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, and swept across the table at a speed that almost left an afterimage.

If it wasn't for the knives and forks that restricted his performance, he could still go faster.

Meow, I'm starving to death.

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Just as Wilson was concentrating on cooking.

A small, non-existent figure quietly entered the dining room.

The short figure looked around in the restaurant, directly skipping over the ordinary-looking boy who was gobbling up, as if he hadn't eaten in half a year, and set his sights on the person sitting by the window, who was dignified and elegant. Men dining.

The man was wearing a dark red suit, and his elegant and extravagant demeanor was unforgettable.

The short figure quietly approached the man in the suit, pretending to be nonchalant, and approached the other's pocket.

At the next moment, a silver sharp table knife was inserted straight into the palm of the short figure.

The little thief wanted to howl in pain, but the man in the dark red suit grabbed his neck and whispered in his ear with a creepy voice.

"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be a thief with dirty hands and feet on this ship. The security is really bad."

The thief stared wide-eyed in horror, looking at the man in the dark red suit as if he were looking at an evil spirit, and made a small sound in his throat, wanting to beg for mercy, but also as if he was calling for help.But no matter what, he couldn't show his figure.

"That's interesting." The man in the suit's face was shrouded in shadow.

"Want to live?"

The thief nodded desperately.

"Then, I'll give you a task. Have you seen the book in that person's hand?"

(End of this chapter)