My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

"Hui, wait for me." Kouta was about to go and call the doctor.

He stopped abruptly as soon as he got up.

Because Hui clung tightly to his clothes, with an expression of being "abandoned" and rewarded, she looked pitiful and helpless, like a wounded little animal.

Especially when he mumbled incoherently, "Gengtai, Gengtai!"

Although it's still the name "Kengtai," it seems that Hui only remembers these two words now, and it seems that Hui has long forgotten how to express her feelings in words.

However, Kouta could still sense the unease and fear in Kei's heart from those two words, the same feeling he had in the morning.

Perhaps in Hui's current naive eyes, her leaving means she's never coming back!

After figuring it out, his heart shattered into pieces.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Hui's forehead: "Don't worry, I won't leave."

Seeing that Kouta wasn't leaving, Hui became happy again and threw herself into his arms.

Kouta also smiled gently.

Although Hui looks dull and silly now, that's still his Hui!

While holding Kei in his arms, Kouta pressed the call button on the bedside table.

Soon, the nurse who had been on duty opened the door and came in.

The intrusion of the stranger frightened Hui, who quickly buried her head in Kouta's arms, timidly and warily eyeing the outsider, like a frightened little field mouse.

The nurse noticed Kei hiding behind Kouta and exclaimed in surprise, "The patient's awake?!"

"Yes, Hui just woke up." Kouta paused, then continued, "However, there seems to be something wrong with Hui's condition?"

"question?"

"It's just that my IQ seems to have gotten a little... a little dumber."

"???"

The nurse was full of questions.

Chapter 430 Containers

After Kouta explained, the nurse finally understood the reason.

She looked curiously at Kei, who was hiding behind Kouta out of fear, only peeking out with half of her head.

It is said that women understand women best, and she instantly sensed the deep hostility in Hui's wary eyes.

The reason for this hostility is quite simple: it is the natural hostility and aversion towards the same sex in the presence of the opposite sex.

The nurse was both annoyed and amused, feeling that as an adult, she shouldn't argue with a "child".

She explained a few words to Kouta, then turned around to call the on-duty doctor.

At this time, most doctors in most hospitals have already gone home, and there is only one young female doctoral intern.

After a while, the nurse brought a woman in a white coat into the room.

The woman appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was tall, wore glasses, and had a very curvaceous figure, especially her prominent breasts, which, in terms of size alone, completely outshone Hui. She resembled a ripe peach, but there were dark circles under her eyes, suggesting she hadn't been sleeping well, and deep within her eyes lay a profound weariness and despair...

Mikiko Kuchizu has only been working here for a month. She is a genius who graduated with a doctorate in medicine from Harvard University and is continuing her postdoctoral research in neurology here after returning to Japan.

From a young age, she was a genius in the eyes of her parents and teachers, a monster among her classmates, and always ranked first in her class. In her second year of high school, she applied to Harvard University to study neuroscience because she wanted to cure her twin sister who was paralyzed due to an accident.

She had only been at Miyamori Hospital for a short time, was inexperienced, young, and a woman. Even though she was a graduate of a prestigious American university, she could only start from the night shift.

However, she had no complaints, because the environment here was good, the medical equipment was complete, the salary was high, and most importantly, her sister was here too!

As soon as she entered the ward, she noticed Kei hiding behind Kouta.

She knew this patient; she had reviewed the new patient's medical records when she took over her night shift.

Sure enough, he's even more stunning in person than in photos!

Kuchizuki sighed inwardly.

Then they quickly got into the zone and prepared to begin the diagnosis.

However, the silly Hui looked at the unfamiliar "bad guy" approaching her, hugged Kouta tightly with both hands, and buried her head even lower, just like an ostrich...

Finally, after much effort from Kōta, Hōsai, pouting and with tears in her eyes, "cooperated" with the doctor.

After a thorough examination, Kuchizukiko concluded that Kei had almost completely lost her cognitive abilities and her intelligence was only at the level of a one-year-old child. On the contrary, her body was very healthy.

'Almost completely lost memory, mind a blank...this is simply the perfect container!'

After the diagnosis, Mikiko was very excited. When she looked at Keishi again, her eyes were filled with fervor, as if she were seeing a precious relative.

Her sister was paralyzed because a car accident damaged her brain. She has been bedridden for ten years, and her brain has been slowly dying. This month of effort has made her certain that her sister will never wake up again.

It's estimated that it will die completely in less than six months.

Her doctoral research topic was "thought replication," or more precisely, memory replication, in order to save her sister's life.

In simple terms, the formation of memory involves the various information received by the human senses being converted into electrical signals and transmitted to the hippocampus region of the brain, stimulating the hippocampus to produce corresponding memory proteins...

In this process, if the transcriptional function of the virus is used to infect one person's hippocampus first, and then the virus is extracted and injected into another person's hippocampus, memory proteins can be manufactured in a targeted manner to achieve memory replication.

She had previously conducted experiments on white mice, successfully guiding a mouse that had never been to a maze before to navigate the complex maze with ease.

Of course, there's an even simpler and more direct method: direct hippocampal transplantation. However, this method has a high failure rate due to rejection, and she doesn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary. But now, it seems like this is the only option…

Although the silly Hui has become dumber, she has also become more perceptive and has clearly noticed the malice of Kuchizu Tokiko.

Hui was so frightened that she kept shouting, "Gengtai, Gengtai..."

Kōta was confused and could only try his best to comfort him.

Knowing that such matters required careful consideration, Kuchizuki Tsukiko gave some instructions and then left.

The nurses also left one after another, leaving only Hui and Kouta in the ward once again.

The two were alone.

Hui threw herself into Kouta's arms and cried loudly, her voice full of grievance as she called out, "Kouta, Kouta!"

Kōta didn't understand what Hui meant; he just looked at Hui's aggrieved expression and his heart broke.

"Huihui, be good, Huihui, Huihui is a good child, good children don't cry..." Gengtai imitated how his mother comforted his younger sister in his memory, and tried to comfort Huihui in the same way, not forgetting to wipe away the tears from the corners of Huihui's eyes.

After finally coaxing Hui to sleep, Kouta went back to sleep on the sofa.

In the stillness of the night, Sapporo seemed to be immersed in ink. The bright moon, hiding shyly among the soft, fluffy, and silky clouds, looked down on the tranquil world and cast its pure light.

The North Ward residential area, located several kilometers away from Miyazaki Hospital, was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The sirens of the police cars blared, blocking all the intersections and preventing the reporters from entering.

Rows of towering temporary searchlights illuminated the area as bright as day, leaving no blind spot.

Teams of criminal police officers, technicians, and forensic doctors are busy at what is considered the worst crime scene in Sapporo in a century.

Among them, Daisuke Kuchizu, with stubble on his chin, was squatting next to a headless corpse, staring intently at the brainless body in silence, oblivious to the stench emanating from the corpse and the red and white tofu made of brains and bits of flesh.

He was thinking, pondering what this corpse had encountered before its death.

Having worked as a criminal investigator for over thirty years, he had encountered crime scenes that were more brutal, more insane, and more bloody than this, but he had never encountered such a bizarre scene.

Criminal investigation technicians have reconstructed the events of the case.

The forensic doctor has also determined the cause of death and the murder weapon.

According to scientific deductions from both sides, this is a superhuman with a punching force of 5 tons, a movement speed of nearly 100 meters per second, a reaction speed more than five times that of a fly, and an indestructible body.

He killed all 42 suspected professional killers within a minute, all with a single punch, leaving them no time to even call for help.

This is a scientific conclusion that was repeatedly verified from multiple angles and multiple times by a group of professionals with the help of various high-precision instruments and by applying various professional theories and experience!

They've gone so far as to scientifically reconstruct his height, weight, arm length, and other details based on the footprints left by that "superman" and the size of the dents on his body.

It's so scientific... it's unbelievable.

"Daisuke, Daisuke!"

"Oh~, Suematsu, what's wrong?" Daisuke Kuchizu was startled awake by his colleague's voice, only then realizing that his legs were numb.

"Nothing much, I just noticed you've been squatting here for over ten minutes. How's it going? Any leads?"

Daisuke Kuchizu shook his head, then asked in return, "Do you have any clues?"

Suematsu also shook his head and said, "The surveillance cameras here were destroyed beforehand. It must have been done by these assassins. No residents in the surrounding area witnessed anything useful."

Just as they were racking their brains for a solution, orders came over the radio.

After hearing the order, the two were stunned, because they were told to go back and "clean up" the scene.

This wasn't the first time they'd seen such an order; they'd encountered it several times before. They exchanged a glance and instantly understood: someone with connections and influence was trying to cover up the case.

"These despicable bastards!" Daisuke Kuchizu cursed, though it was unclear whether he was cursing the murderer or someone else.

Suematsu, however, took it all in stride. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Think positively. Isn't this great? Less troublesome work, but still getting paid."

Afterwards, the group began diligently cleaning up the scene. Once they left, the reporters who followed found only a quiet and peaceful residential area…

Chapter 431 Morning

tick tock...

On the clean and tidy white wall, the hands of a delicately framed clock ticked away second by second. When it reached exactly seven o'clock, Kouta on the sofa opened his eyes precisely on time.

His long-established biological clock allows Kōta to wake up on time, even if he only sleeps for a few hours.

Kouta rubbed his eyes, stared at the white ceiling, and after a moment of confusion, sorted out the information in his head.

He immediately jumped up, took a few big steps to the bedside, and looked excitedly at Hui, who was fast asleep.

He straightened Hui's sprawling limbs, then picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and covered Hui with it. Finally, with a nervous heart, he shook Hui's little head.

"Hui, Huihui, wake up! Huihui is a good girl, good girls don't sleep in..."

Hui frowned at the noise, her delicate, lotus-root-like arms darting out from under the covers. With a "whoosh!" she tried to shoo away the annoying "mosquitoes," then turned her head away without even looking, burying her face in the covers and going back to sleep.

Kouta breathed a sigh of relief. What happened yesterday was not a dream. Hui had really woken up and was no longer unconscious. That's good, that's good!