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"It's some kind of chemical plant, right? I've seen videos from abroad before about how chemicals can cause biological mutations."

The three of them talked as they found the nearest ladder.

But when Kazuma climbed up first, pried open the manhole cover, and took a look, he was stunned.

Yes, there are no chemical plants in downtown Tokyo.

In the dimly lit area, the most striking feature is a bright red cross and a symbol of a snake coiled around a staff.

"It's...a hospital..."

Kazuma Sato spoke to the two below with a somewhat uncertain expression.

94

Chapter Ninety-Four: Presumption of Guilt.

Hearing Kazuma's words, Kirito frowned, somewhat puzzled. What happened at the hospital? Why did Kazuma look like that?

But Kerry understood immediately.

"Remember the location and the name. We'll try to sneak in tomorrow."

"it is good."

"The branch of Tendo Hospital. It should be a branch of Juntendo University Hospital."

Kazuma wrote down the name and climbed down.

"Do we really need to go? Wouldn't it be enough to just tell the hospital there was a drug leak?"

Kirito was still a little confused about the situation.

"Hospitals have specialized departments to treat drugs with these strange functions, and if a drug had such side effects, it would have been known all over the world by now. So, the only possibility for this to happen is..."

Kazuma paused when explaining to Kirito.

Then, with great regret, he revealed his inner speculation.

"First, it could be some kind of virus research that was accidentally leaked by their staff."

Kerry interrupted Kazuma directly, mentioning the second possibility that Kazuma had also considered.

"The second possibility is that there was no leak at all. The substance that induces animal mutations is normal excrement that entered the sewer system normally. They just didn't realize that the patients' excrement had this function."

"This……"

Kirito was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he reacted by refuting it.

"But if it's some kind of secret biochemical virus research, they wouldn't choose Tokyo, would they? After all, if it were leaked, those old men would also suffer..."

He stopped there because he had figured it out.

"Yes, so the most likely scenario is..."

Drug trials.

Of course, we don't know whether they were testing animals or humans.

Kerry's description of the patients is purely speculative; they might have paid voluntarily. But regardless, it's unrealistic to expect the government to self-regulate. That's when our compassionate Mr. Kerry will sneak in and check things out.

Kirito lowered his head and clenched his fists as he listened to Kazuma's words.

"If this involved human experimentation, it is unforgivable!"

"Oh, you always manage to spout those lines from a passionate protagonist. Alright, I'm getting motivated too. So, are you ready? Let's have a big battle before tomorrow morning."

Kazuma handed Kirito a mask he had prepared in advance from his bag, then turned to look at the giant crocodile carcass that had been there not far away.

At that moment, a group of rats were frantically crawling on top, devouring the flesh and blood.

"Don't let them eat it all. This hide is quite thick; maybe we can make some leather armor from it."

Kerry joked and raised his knife.

"Let's go!"

Kazuma called out and rushed forward, mercilessly spraying pepper spray at the cave. Immediately, some oddly shaped, still-grown-furry baby mice squeaked and rushed out.

Upon discovering that their lair had been attacked, the rats abandoned the crocodile meat and pounced on the three of them.

"Tsk! I thought they had already cleared out a lot, there must be hundreds of them by now."

Kirito went up and pulled his double-curved blade from the crocodile's face.

Actually, since Kirito's body and clothes would be transported to Kerry's side together, Kirito carrying the katana on his back was essentially using it as a secondary weapon.

As the light sources emanating from the three flickered and they continued to brandish their weapons, a battle that would go unnoticed and was destined not to be praised, but which they all felt was necessary, began.

Kill, keep killing, keep dying and resurrecting, and then kill again to reclaim your weapons.

They slaughtered until rat heads rolled to the ground, until the killing impulse that had been urging them to kill became exhausting, until even the hearts of those who hadn't died felt that this endless battle was somewhat torturous.

……

At five o'clock the next morning, the spring sunshine shone on the earth.

An old man by the park looked with some curiosity at three teenagers who were carrying musical instrument bags and whose clothes were tattered and who had obviously washed themselves with the park's taps.

"I...I thought we were going to fight until the very end of the world..."

Actually, the intensity of the battle last night was far less than in Xinxiang, but it was just too monotonous. It was just about killing, respawning on the spot, and then killing again.

All he could see was blood, the pain of being torn apart, and the pervasive stench.

In particular, Kirito and Kazuma spent 80% of last night fighting while injured.

Even knowing that this is a battle with no risk of failure, the pain felt by those who experience it firsthand is indescribable to outsiders.

Kazuma used the money he had kept in the metal box that hadn't been chewed up by rats to buy drinks for the other two from the vending machine.

The invincible black-clad swordsman, as if his life had been completely extinguished, leaned against the wall, clutching his bass bag with a hole in it, and casually slumped down by the roadside.

In this godforsaken place of Tokyo, even finding a bench is incredibly difficult.

"call……"

Kerry also let out a long sigh of relief.

"We'll go home to get the card, then go shopping. We'll have lunch and then go to the hospital in the afternoon."

Looking at his tired teammates, Kerry decided to let them rest as well. He himself was also enduring the fatigue, even though he could still feel the mixture of fragrance and stench in his breath, making him want to cut off his sense of smell and grow a new one.

It slightly eased my tired mindset, but there was nothing else I could do. In fact, since the other two had both died and refreshed their statuses, I wasn't even sleepy.

The three of them set off on their way back.

Early in the morning, Toyokawa Shoko left home feeling a little tired. Despite having stayed up all night the previous night, she still had to continue her classes. Although she knew that her family would no longer be able to afford the tuition for a prestigious school like Tsukinomori due to the family's financial difficulties, she still had to try her best to get into Haneoka.

When Xiangzi went out, he saw the trio returning in tattered clothes, some even without their hoods.

She tilted her head in surprise. Didn't they come back yesterday? There wouldn't be a second half of the performance, would there? They've even lost their wigs, and their clothes are all like this. The fans are too crazy. Did they go down to interact with the fans after the performance, and their clothes were stripped off as souvenirs? This is too rock and roll!

However, she just nodded and walked quickly. If she had enough time when she got to school, she would find a place to hide and use her phone to see if there were any part-time jobs nearby. She had asked some places before, but they did not hire minors for part-time jobs. Moreover, there are time restrictions for students working in Japan, which made her a little distressed.

After that, I might have to consider taking on more illegal jobs.

Meanwhile, Kerry and his friends tidied up at home, grabbed their bank cards, and headed straight to the hospital. They decided to observe the style and structure of the hospital's clothing before buying the props.

95

Chapter Ninety-Five: The Thief Talent has been secured.

As the taxi stopped, the three men, wearing masks, appeared in front of the Paradise Hospital.

To make it look real, the three of them specially bought fresh flowers and some fruit from the surrounding area.

In the surrounding supermarkets, Kerry once again witnessed Japan's mysterious way of selling things. For example, cabbage was not sold by the pound; instead, it was cut into quarters, wrapped in plastic wrap, and sold by portion.

Fruits like apples are sold individually, and two are enough for a normal office worker to have a "pre-cooked meal" at the convenience store. Watermelons are cut into slices and sold by the slice.

But it doesn't matter, the money in Kerry's bank card can directly cover Little Blue Hair's father's losses, so he doesn't care at all.

The three of them pretended to be visiting a patient and entered the hospital.

"Excuse me, which patient would you like to visit?"

However, as soon as the three entered the hospital, the hospital security guards stopped them.

The three of them looked like they were there to see a doctor, that goes without saying. However, none of them expected that the gatekeeper would ask where they were.

This is somewhat unreasonable.

"Oh, I forgot, we should wait until we're inside and then send him a message to ask which bed he's in. By the way, how do we get to the inpatient ward?"

Without batting an eye, He Zhen took out a phone and pretended to show it to the other person.

"Oh, I see. Then remember to tell me where you went when you come out. There are a lot of rules in this hospital."

The security guard didn't make things difficult for them and casually gave them directions.

This hospital is quite large. In a place where, apart from Tokyo, Osaka, and Nara, so-called large hospitals are generally built like the dental clinic next door, it has its own bicycle shed and several parking spaces. The inpatient department and outpatient building are even separated into different floors. There are also several green belts and its own dedicated ambulance parking space.

It doesn't look like a luxury hospital, but rather the kind that accepts patients from the general public, and you can see some nearby residents coming and going on weekdays.

The three nodded and went straight into the inpatient department, past the nurses' station and mini-convenience store on the first floor, and found the elevator.

Fortunately, we are now out of the economic bubble; otherwise, it would be inconvenient for three people to move around in the elevator if there were a dedicated elevator operator.

Kerry raised his hand and pressed the top button directly.

This hospital is not small, but it's not like Mitakihara; it doesn't have a whole hundred floors of inpatient wards.

The top floor is the 16th floor.

There was no response. The three frowned, wondering if there was some rule about single or double floors in this elevator that they hadn't noticed.

I pressed the buttons for floors 15, 14, and 13 in succession, but there was still no response.

"Is the elevator broken?"

Before leaving, Kerry pressed 12 with some surprise.

Successful.