Tokyo Detective Chronicles

"name?"

"Inoue Shion".

The doctor looked up at them, his gaze lingering on Hoshizaki Rina's face for a moment, before lowering his head to take notes:

"age?"

"18".

Hoshizaki's voice sounded a little unsteady.

When was your last menstrual period?

Hoshizaki's face flushed crimson, her hair practically steaming. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. She gritted her teeth and looked at Fushimi pleadingly.

Fu Jian remained expressionless: "I don't remember."

Dr. Hoshino paused, then looked up at them again, this time with a scrutinizing gaze: "Any symptoms?"

"She has been easily fatigued, has a poor appetite, and often gagging lately."

Fushimi said fluently, "We were worried that she might be pregnant, so we came to get checked out."

Under the table, a foot wearing a small leather boot slammed hard against Fushimi's shoe.

Fu remained unfazed upon seeing him and continued speaking:

"If I am indeed pregnant, I will take full responsibility. I will also communicate well with both sets of parents, and as long as Shion wants this child, I will definitely persuade them."

Hoshizaki Rina: "..."

Dr. Hoshino's expression softened somewhat.

She put down her pen and placed her hands, folded, on the table: "It's good that you have this awareness. But we'll have to wait for the test results to come out."

She stood up, took a set of clothes from the closet, and handed them to Hoshizaki: "Go change your clothes first, then come back for the ultrasound."

Hoshizaki held the clothes like they were a hot potato, his whole body practically steaming.

She glared at Fushimi, her eyes saying, "This is all your fault."

Fushimi gently patted her shoulder: "Go ahead."

Hoshizaki gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and turned to enter the examination room.

Only Fushimi and Dr. Hoshino remained in the consultation room.

The doctor sat back down in his chair and picked up his pen again: "Are you her boyfriend?"

"Um."

"College student?"

"Yes, we go to the same school. I'm a freshman."

Dr. Hoshino nodded and wrote something in the patient's medical record:

"Getting pregnant at this age is very stressful. If you're sure you're pregnant, you really need to think this through carefully. It's not just about the finances, but also your studies, future plans..."

The doctor, surnamed Hoshino, looked to be in his forties, with fine lines around his eyes, his hair neatly tied back, and his white coat spotless.

He is speaking continuously at this moment, mostly offering advice and admonitions.

Fushimi's gaze swept across the consultation room seemingly casually.

Since entering the hospital area, he had intuitively felt uneasy, so he had not turned off his spiritual vision, but he did not find anything unusual.

Even the number and condition of the dead and monsters were not problematic at all.

Until... I entered this empty consultation room.

The emptiness here does not refer to a spatial sense... but rather a perceptual "vacuum".

There wasn't a single undead spirit here, not even a trace of lingering resentment or wandering soul.

In such an old hospital, it would be almost impossible.

It's so clean...it looks like it's been cleaned by something.

His gaze returned to Dr. Hoshino.

Fushimi's enhanced sense of smell detected a strong disinfectant odor emanating from her.

Dr. Hoshino paused, looked up at Fushimi with a complicated expression, and said, "However, compared to those irresponsible men who want abortions right away, you've done very well."

Fushimi keenly caught the emotion in her tone.

"Do doctors often encounter people like that?" he asked, following up on the topic.

Dr. Hoshino smiled, but the smile seemed somewhat forced.

"Obstetricians and gynecologists have seen all sorts of people. Some are overjoyed to welcome a new life, while others disappear without a trace after finding out they are pregnant... and some even push all the blame onto the woman."

She shook her head and said no more.

At that moment, the door to the inner room was carefully pushed open a crack, and Hoshizaki, already changed into a hospital gown, shuffled out, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"...Okay, all done."

"Lie down on the bed and lift your clothes up."

Dr. Hoshino put on gloves and began preparing the ultrasound equipment.

Hoshizaki lay stiffly on the examination bed, her fingers trembling as she lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal her flat stomach. She shuddered as the cool coupling gel was applied to her skin.

But just as Dr. Hoshino was inserting the ultrasound probe into the girl's abdomen...

The lights in the consultation room dimmed without warning.

It's not that the light went out, but rather a perceived dimming.

Fushimi maintained a high level of spiritual vision, and he could clearly sense it.

Something extremely viscous seeped in quietly, obscuring the light source of reality... The air seemed to stagnate, and every breath carried an inexplicable resistance.

The clean feeling I had felt earlier had quietly disappeared.

Something was wriggling, constantly moving closer to the room...

Fushimi's fingers, hanging at his sides, tightened almost imperceptibly.

His expression remained calm, and he even took half a step forward, getting a little closer to Hoshizaki.

He looked at the ultrasound screen with concern, but his other hand had already quietly slipped into the pocket of his coat, his fingertips touching a talisman.

coming……

Fushimi's expression gradually darkened.

Beside Hoshizaki's hospital bed, four black figures with indistinct facial features gradually appeared, staring intently at him.

They were holding different things in their hands.

It contained a book, a knife, a wriggling cloth bag, and a set of sewing needles and scissors...

He didn't have time to think at that moment.

In Fushimi's arms, a series of specially made folding knives engraved with inscriptions silently slid open a crack and popped out without a sound.

But he didn't act rashly. Hoshizaki was still there, and if he made a move now, he was very likely to accidentally injure him. Besides, this Dr. Hoshino... didn't seem like the real mastermind...

Taking action now would be unwise.

Fushimi stood by the bed, looking at the ultrasound screen, but his attention was entirely focused on Hoshizaki. He would immediately attack if Hoshizaki made the slightest move.

Dr. Hoshino moved the probe, and the screen displayed a blurry black and white image.

One of the four shadowy figures slowly raised its hand, holding a book, which it swayed slightly, emitting a murmuring sound...

Fushimi felt a momentary dizziness. What was the effect of this... pain relief?

...It is stripping away Hoshizaki's sense of pain.

Fushimi's pupils widened as he tried his best to keep his breathing steady; he finally realized something.

The initial judgment was flawed. Based on past experience, it was assumed that the leech monster entered the victim's body through ingestion.

In fact, the leech monster didn't develop inside the body and then emerge after reaching maturity...

Instead, they directly cleaved open the soul from the very beginning and planted the leech on it!

The objects held by the four dark figures also confirmed this: the first figure held a book to relieve pain, and the second held a knife, responsible for slicing open the pregnant woman's soul.

The third one... he actually pulled out a white leech monster that was wriggling violently from his pocket!

The fourth shadowy figure was holding a needle and thread for sewing.

They seem to be waiting for something, some kind of instruction or signal.

He had already slightly drawn his folding knife, mentally rehearsing what might happen next.