Academy City Temperature Control

Chapter 2 Together

"What else did the doctor say? Natsume-san why did you suddenly ask that?"

Misaka-senpai took a step back, her pupils dilated slightly, and she looked a little strange.

"Sister-sama, something is not right with you."

Shirai-san, who was originally hesitant, also came over at this time, squinting his eyes and approaching Misaka-senpai in a menacing manner.

Under this inexplicable momentum, Misaka-senpai retreated in a rare move, and was soon forced into a corner by Shirai-san, without any of her usual majesty.

"Don't come over, Heizi, you are too close."

The Railgun's originally fair skin turned rosy, and he subconsciously pushed away Shirai-san, who was pushing forward. It took him a while to stabilize his somewhat rapid breathing.

How could his expression be so obvious? Heizi and the others noticed it so quickly.

"Sure enough, sister-sama is hiding something from us."

Looking at Misaka-senpai, who had a completely different style from the past, Detective Shirai rolled his non-existent eyes and came to a final conclusion.

Under normal circumstances, Misaka-senpai would never be cornered by him so easily.

Shirai-san's eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange, idiotic smile appeared on his face.

"Onee-sama has a flaw behind her back."

Suddenly, she used a space movement move to land behind Misaka-senpai, and was knocked to the floor by the oncoming electric shock.

"Shirai-san, can't you tell that Misaka-senpai is in a bad mood?"

Glancing silently at Shirai-san who was glued to the floor, Natsume Sonoko couldn't help but feel a toothache. Shirai-san sometimes didn't seem to know how to read the situation.

Although Misaka-senpai looks a little distracted, her fighting ability has not diminished at all.

There was a faint burnt smell lingering in the room after the electric shock. A breeze brought by someone swept the smell away, and the smell of the ward finally became normal.

"Even if Misaka-senpai didn't say anything, I could probably guess it. Sure enough, my guess just now must be right."

Glancing at the smoking Shirai-san again, Natsume Sonoko still had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Senior Misaka, is Feibli's condition very serious?"

Uiharu-san looked at the railgun, which had become coy, and a trace of eagerness flashed across his face.

"Misaka-san, let me explain it. Although Misaka-san wants to take responsibility for the matter, one person's strength is not enough after all, but it will lead to regrettable results."

A familiar figure appeared at the door, and the ghost-chasing doctor suddenly walked in.

"Speaking of which, there are many excellent classmates here. Misaka-san can try to rely on everyone instead of always thinking about one person."

Mingtu Zhuihun continued, his eyes passing over everyone's faces.

"doctor."

Misaka-senpai's face changed, and she stepped aside to make way.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about Feibli's condition. The reason why Feibli was able to recover was because of the medicine she brought herself." As soon as the ghost-chasing doctor from the Underworld opened his mouth, everyone became nervous.

It can treat all human diseases, but it is helpless against non-human beings. Known as the Holy Hand of Bones and the Archmage of Resurrection, the Underworld Soul Chaser also has its own professional limitations.

"why is it like this."

"Febre, is she seriously ill?"

"Does the potion refer to that kind of candy?"

With all the chatter, the ward became a little noisy. In short, everything became a bit overwhelming.

"I analyzed the proteins that make up her body and found that they are some substances that do not exist in nature. Whether it is appearance or body function, Fibri is no different from ordinary people. But in fact, Fibri uses some chemicals. Artifacts made from materials.”

"It's just that once Fibri undergoes metabolism, her body will secrete a certain amount of toxins, which can be fatal if accumulated continuously, and the candy she carries with her is the neutralizer of this toxin." The ghost chasing doctor spoke concisely and comprehensively. said.

"What the doctor means is that Feibli can't live without sugar."

Saten-san hurriedly checked the number of candies on Feibuli's body. Counting the one in Feibuli's mouth, there were only three left in total.

"If you have three candies a day, you can last until the day of the academic meeting."

Natsume Sonoko frowned and said, but then she was stunned. Is this a coincidence?

"As Natsume-san guessed, Feibli is really..."

Chuchun murmured to himself, and rubbed Febri's long hair with some distress.

"Candy, poison?"

At this time, Feibli tilted her head and was a little confused. Although everyone was talking about her affairs, Feibli herself didn't seem to know much about it. Like children of the same age, she couldn't understand things that were too complicated.

"If you want to obtain this neutralizing agent or a way to treat Febri, you need to start with those who make Febri. As far as I know, the people who are engaged in this research are related to the Anbu, and the academy There are several unknown organizations in the city that even the security guards cannot intervene at will."

Mingtu Zhuihun said with emotion, shaking his head and looking a little depressed.

When he arrived at the hospital bed, he checked Feibuli's condition, then closed the door and went out.

"Is the enemy this time ANBU?"

Natsume was a little dazed. She immediately thought of the bow and arrow hunt tiger senior. Could it be the organization behind that senior?

But probably not.

Natsume-san has also met several people in Archery-senpai's organization, but they don't think they are engaged in this type of research.

Especially that person, who once saw the second-ranked Weiyuan Matter from a distance when he sneaked out of the dormitory.

I heard from the ghost chasing doctor that this type of organization cannot even interfere with the security personnel. However, it should not be that they do not accept malignant cases caused by Anbu, but they cannot interfere with the normal operation of Anbu.

There is a clear dividing line between black and white, and once the line is crossed, the positions of both sides will become intertwined.

Some ANBU missions will break through this bottom line and cause considerable damage to the surface Academy City, especially affecting ordinary people.

After all, Natsume-san had successfully sent two ANBU guys to the security guards before, and I don’t know what happened to them now.

"Then the most important thing right now is to find the person who made Febri."

Uiharu suddenly stood up and said with a trace of determination on his face.

"I remember I saw the appearance of one of them after we got married," Saten-san immediately interjected.

"And the other party appeared at the Academic Society meeting. He might be a participant of the Academic Society. After all, ordinary people would not go to such a boring place." Natsume-san suggested.

Unconsciously, he told the truth. Natsume-san felt that such a simple academic seminar was too boring.If it involves abilities, maybe I will be a little interested.

Everyone just discussed it for a while, and soon there were some clues.

"The other party is the kind of ANBU that even security guards can't interfere with. You don't actually need to get involved." Misaka-senpai was silent for a long time before she spoke.

The original Misaka-senpai wanted to say something, but Shirai-san, who was burned black by the electricity, came behind her again.

"Onee-sama's words are too much."

"When they were kidnapped by ANBU in the early spring, one-sister came so desperately, one-sister, can we only let you take the risk, one-sister?"

He limped to his feet, his body covered in black spots that stood out. There were a few tears on Shirai's face. He didn't know whether it was from pain or some other reason.

Shirai-san's face slowly became serious, he took a few steps forward and grabbed Misaka-senpai's hand and said righteously.

"Fibli was discovered by everyone together. There is no reason for Misaka-senpai to bear the responsibility alone. We also have things we can do ourselves."

At this time, Saten-san answered equally seriously.

"If Misaka-senpai or everyone encounters any trouble, I can always help."

The corners of Natsume-san's mouth curved slightly.How can I turn a blind eye to something that everyone feels sad and sad about and are willing to work hard for.

Ability, if you don't use it in a place that makes you feel right, will become a burden from the beginning.In that case, its value will only be to get a high scholarship.

Speaking of scholarships, it seems like it will be a long time before the next scholarship is awarded, and I have already set my sights on a good home model holographic projector.

Chapter 2 The Feasibility of Atomic Collapse

Walking along an unknown narrow alleyway, we entered an abandoned apartment hall, which was where Bu Shu Dixin had previously borrowed.

Not only the floor of the apartment lobby, but also the air was mixed with the strong smell of dust.The environment was dirty and chaotic, with only a few fresh footprints on the ground standing out.

Natsume-san stepped on the thick dust, and the weak airflow blew away the tiny particles adsorbed to him by static electricity, but his body remained spotless.

This is my second time here. Last time I stumbled and didn't see what it looked like, but I got the impression that it was much cleaner than now. At least there were people cleaning it from time to time.

Looking at the situation here, it has been a while since Senior Sister Busu came here. Natsume-san lowered her head and thought.

Sunlight shines through the window, making the apartment a little brighter.

It's almost afternoon now, and Natsume-san has been busy since leaving the hospital.

Due to the urgent situation regarding Fibri, Natsume-san took a rare day off from school, as did Misaka-senpai and the others.

Misaka-senpai and others re-investigated the park where they met Feibli, as well as the abandoned factory where the drive armor was found, but the final result was still the same.

Instead, due to the pressure from the security headquarters, not only was the case originally belonging to the Seventh School District snatched away, but all the original evidence was also confiscated there.

Climbing up the steps, a door that was left ajar opened, and Natsume-san came to the former workshop of Fushu-senpai.

"Senior Busu's things are still there. It seems that Senior Busu was in a hurry when she left. Maybe she was kidnapped."

Picking up a set of white coats that were stained with dust from near a desk, he compared the body shape of Senior Fusu and found that they matched very well. Natsume Sonoko's head immediately started to spin.

And just when he picked up the white coat, a round thing fell out of the pocket.

It could be something like this.

Natsume Sonoko was suddenly startled, because what fell from the pocket of her white coat turned out to be a used syringe.

There is a commonly used signal transmitter in Academy City, which is made so small that it can even be injected into the human body.

This kind of transmitter is the so-called nano tracking device, and Natsume-san also hit it once before when he left Academy City.

This kind of thing is not common, at least not available in stores or supermarkets.

Moreover, this kind of needles should be strictly managed, and only a few authorized personnel have the authority to deploy and use them.

"I remember that this kind of tracking device should first set up a terminal."

Natsume-san was a little surprised.

When he left Academy City, the terminal he set up was the electronic information database under the Academy City Council.

This is a conventional type of nano-tracking device. Various data information inside will be fed back to the manufacturer's server and then transmitted to the terminal designated by the customer.

Then you only need to investigate and you will know where the terminal set by Fu Shu Toxin is, or you can just ask Uiharu.

When Natsume-san returned to the 177th branch of the Discipline Committee, Senpai and Awanai-san were all here after their marriage.

Counting the time, it's still the time for club activities. Have the seniors asked for leave after marriage?

According to the information currently available, everyone is thinking of asking the married senior to identify the ANBU member they met at the seminar.

"He won the championship at the academic conference two years ago and is a regular winner every year."

Uiharu turned his chair to make some space so that everyone could see the content on the screen.

"Even in Academy City, he is an amazing rookie." Senior Sister Gufa stood aside and said with some sigh.

According to the identification of his newly married senior, the researcher named Haruki Aritomi was officially confirmed as a suspect.

"I have never heard of this person's name." Shirai-san said with a frown.

"I think so. Compared to high-level ability users, Fuchunshu seems inconspicuous."

As if she noticed some movement behind her, Kufa-senpai turned around and saw Natsume-san who had just joined the crowd.

"Found it, the tracking signal has appeared in this area."

Everyone was sitting around the computer desk in twos and threes, and Uiharu was tracking the corresponding location based on the product number printed on the needle tube.

Chuchun's fingers pressed quickly on the keyboard, and there were red dots representing directions on the computer screen.These red dots appear on a map, and when connected with each other, they form a rough activity range.

"There is no real-time feedback data, and the previously sent signals are intermittent. I think it is blocked or interfered with."

"The last clear signal appeared fifteen hours ago and lasted for a full five minutes, but it was on a highway. If the signal appears again, I will notify everyone immediately."

Uiharu-san turned around and looked at the people approaching, and couldn't help but say regretfully.

Natsume-san said that he found something from Senior Fushu Toshin. If nothing else, the location of that senior was recorded.