I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 136 and 138: I am already dead.

Where is the patient?

Dr. Satomi seemed lost in thought, his face expressionless, his eyes vacant, and he asked in a low voice.

Those present were all Professor Kurokawa's close friends and family, so how could they not recognize that familiar tone? A chill instantly crept up the back of everyone's neck, and they were immediately paralyzed with fear.

"Professor Kurokawa! Is it really Professor Kurokawa's ghost?"

When they came to their senses, some people immediately screamed and fled in panic, leaving a large empty space around Dr. Satomi.

Grace and the officers from Section 5 exchanged a glance, then rushed forward and surrounded Dr. Satomi from five or six steps away.

Dr. Satomi's current state is clearly abnormal, and he is suspected of being possessed by Professor Kurokawa's ghost.

The idea of ​​being possessed by a ghost is a story that circulates all over the world, and even a Western woman like Grace immediately accepted this sudden situation.

Although Professor Kurokawa's appearance was somewhat unexpected, he did show up nonetheless, so the Fifth Lesson wouldn't leave empty-handed.

"Begin making contact according to plan."

Grace pressed her earpiece, nodded, and the negotiation expert, handpicked by the Fifth Division, stepped forward, her expression respectful and humble:

"Professor Kurokawa, hello, we are from the Metropolitan Police Department..."

Where is the patient?

Dr. Satomi ignored the friendly greetings from the negotiation expert and walked forward with calm and steady steps.

The police officers in black suits couldn't help but back away. This was not only because their orders were to avoid conflict as much as possible, but also because they instinctively felt fear when faced with something as inhuman as a ghost.

This situation was expected by the Fifth Division. Professor Kurokawa had maintained this indifferent attitude during previous surgeries, and even when students met with the doctor, they couldn't get a word in.

"Mrs. Kurokawa," Grace whispered a reminder.

The Metropolitan Police Department carefully examined Professor Kurokawa's network of relationships. Among all the people present who had close ties with Professor Kurokawa, his wife, was the closest to him.

"Shuichi, is it really you?" Mrs. Kurokawa asked softly, tears welling in her eyes.

In order to gain the trust of Professor Kurokawa's relatives and friends and to prevent them from witnessing Professor Kurokawa's loss of composure, the Metropolitan Police Department showed them the surveillance video of Professor Kurokawa's return to consciousness.

Even if they had been warned in advance, when the time came, only Mrs. Kurokawa had the courage to stand up.

"Sachiko."

Dr. Satomi stopped in his tracks. For the first time, a change appeared on his usually indifferent face, revealing a look of confusion and struggle. After a long while, he finally murmured his beloved wife's name.

"Shuichi, have you really come back to me?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Mrs. Kurokawa's tears finally welled up, and she couldn't help but want to rush over, but she was stopped by several police officers.

Grace quickly waved her hand, allowing Mrs. Kurokawa to rush over and throw herself into Dr. Satomi's arms.

"Shuichi! Shuichi!"

Mrs. Kurokawa, whose voluptuous figure could not be concealed even by a long black dress, clung tightly to Dr. Satomi, weeping bitterly, a sight that evoked pity in me.

Dr. Satomi's expression was no longer as cold and indifferent as before, but became lively. His face was full of affection as he gently stroked Mrs. Kurokawa's hair and said tenderly:

"Don't cry, Sachiko, don't cry. I'm right here. It's just a two-week business trip, why are you being so clingy?"

Dr. Satomi looked around, glancing at the officers from Section 5, then at his acquaintances, a look of confusion in his eyes:

"This is the affiliated hospital of the medical university. How did I get here?"

"Professor Kurokawa, do you remember what happened before, no, today?" Grace asked cautiously.

"Today, I'm heading to Osaka Prefecture to attend the National Cancer Conference," Dr. Satomi said after a moment's thought, a hint of confusion on her face.

"I remember driving out to the airport, and then... and then... I can't remember what happened after that..."

Grace frowned. The ghost of Professor Kurokawa, who was attached to Dr. Satomi, seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened before.

The situation on the 13th floor of the affiliated hospital of the medical university was transmitted to the Metropolitan Police Department in real time via video equipment, and soon after, new orders were transmitted.

The superiors ordered Grace to stall for time as much as possible and not to provoke Professor Kurokawa's ghost.

Folklorists also advised against revealing that Professor Kurokawa was already dead.

Grace said she understood.

She had also heard of legends like this, where ghosts, unaware of the truth, believe they are still alive, behaving as they did in life, and then are accidentally exposed, disappearing on the spot or becoming vengeful ghosts.

The current momentum is very good. Dr. Satomi, who is possessed by Professor Kurokawa's ghost, is a unique and precious case. If we can observe him for a long time, we may be able to glean the secret of the return of the dead.

"Ma'am, why are there so many people here? Is there something wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, Professor Kurokawa. You're probably just a little tired, so your memory is a bit hazy. You and your wife..."

Grace was doing everything she could to keep Professor Kurokawa's ghost calm when suddenly, a malicious voice came from the crowd:

"Kurokawa, you are dead!"

The speaker was Professor Noriuchi. He glanced at Mrs. Kurokawa, who was nestled tightly in Dr. Satomi's arms, his eyes filled with jealousy.

Both he and Kurokawa pursued Sachiko back then, but in the end, Sachiko chose the handsome and academically superior Kurokawa.

Seeing the deep affection between the Kurokawa couple, a nameless rage surged up Professor Noriu's head.

"Professor Nori, what are you talking about? If I were already dead, who would be standing in front of you now?" Dr. Satomi shook his head, unconvinced.

"Kurokawa, can't you look at yourself through the window next to you? See who you really are now!"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Satomi turned to look at the window in the corridor. A young doctor's reflection was seen in the glass. Dr. Satomi instinctively reached out and touched his philtrum; it felt smooth and clean to the touch.

"Isn't this Satomi? How did I become Satomi?"

Dr. Satomi stared out the window, muttering to himself, clutching his head with both hands, his features contorted in pain.

The next moment, Dr. Satomi, who had been acting like a living person, turned deathly pale, his eyes became vacant, and he stared blankly ahead.

A chilling aura emanated from him, and the fluorescent lights above the corridor began to flicker. He burst into maniacal laughter:

"Hahaha, I remember now, I'm already dead!"

(End of this chapter)