Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

I had the dream again while resting at night.

This dream was a very long dream. It seemed as if I had spent tens of thousands of years in the blur. It was different from all the memories of those people in the past. What I wanted to say this time was like the memory of the earth, or the memory of civilization. It was stretched, and the vague perception of time was stretched.

Xia Long didn’t know what the meaning of the Yabo people doing this was, but he could feel that the Yabo people were planning something.

But he still had things to do before he could open up and talk to the Yabo people, and soon he might not need to talk to the Yabo people anymore.

The result of the commission has arrived.

"Thank you for this time, Shiratani."

"It took a little while, but I finally got it. I have to repay the people who provided me with information in my own way, right?"

"I'll give you big news again."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Long got the information from Shiratani Kazuya.

The second hospital he discovered had indeed had an incident. It was said that strange things had been happening in that hospital recently. Nurses on duty at night could occasionally hear a female voice singing and sounds of people jumping in the corridor.

But when they actually went to search, they found nothing. It was said that a female nurse had suffered a nervous breakdown while on duty and had to take sick leave.

The more important thing is not this, but the patient's private information. No matter how Bai Guyi got it, at least this reporter who walked on the edge of the law did not let Xia Long down.

"There are indeed a few people within the conditions you gave me. Their conditions have suddenly worsened in the past few days, and some have even fallen into a coma. I have their information now, as well as their attending physicians. Do you want the actual information or should I tell you now? You don't have a bug, do you?"

'Just tell me. I have confidence in my memory.'

While recalling and thinking about the name, Xia Long rubbed his brows and spit out the name of one of the attending physicians.

"Fukuya Kotaro?"

 …

At night, Kotaro Fukuya walked out of the hospital and breathed the air in the cold wind. Although it was spring, it would become cold at night.

"I'm wearing a little too little today."

Fukuya Kotaro muttered, rubbing his arms.

Because of the doctor's work, it is already very late, so I just have to time the last bus.

Although I am a doctor, I don't live in the hospital. If there are special circumstances that require me to stay up all night, that's another matter.

Thanks to this job, he has no worries about life, but unexpectedly he doesn't have a girlfriend and he is alone in the rented apartment.

Kotaro Fukuya was walking along the same unchanging route back home, but when he came to his senses, he found himself in a rather unfamiliar place. Everything he had just experienced seemed to have been erased and he could not remember it.

The time in between seemed to have been cut out of thin air, and now I was in a dark alley. The ground was full of stains, trash cans were stacked against the wall, and a hint of bad smell entered my nose. I looked and it seemed that I had walked quite deep.

"When did you come in here...?"

Kotaro Fukuya was shocked. He was clearly walking on his way home. Even if he was thinking about something while walking, he wouldn't have turned into an alley and taken so long to come to his senses. He subconsciously wanted to pull back and walk back, feeling a little uneasy.

But when he turned around, he found that the road to the light of civilization was blocked by someone. It was a man in a windbreaker. He looked like the stereotypical policeman that would appear in a crime drama, and he was the type who was experienced and mature enough to fight with gangs and not shy away from using violence to enforce the law.

"Um, may I ask who you are?"

Kotaro Fukuya thought he had seen a ghost. He pretended to be calm and tried to keep his voice calm, but he could hear the hesitation in his own words.

"Fukuya Kotaro, I want to ask you a few questions, and then I will leave and you can go home, is that ok?"

Fukuya Kotaro felt that the things in front of his eyes began to spin, as if he was wearing glasses that could simulate the world of a nearsighted person. His ears were also a little blurry, as if there were voices that he couldn't understand sneaking in. He said dazedly;

"Yes...please ask..."

"Tetsujizi, this girl is your patient, right?"

"...yes...my patient..."

"What disease does he have and what are the symptoms?"

"...variant...immunodeficiency disease...a...congenital genetic disease...the patient's body...cannot produce antibodies...current technology cannot...cure it...cure it...it needs to be isolated from the outside world..."

"When did you get it, and how long have you had it?"

"...when I was fifteen...it's been six years now..."

"No wonder......"

"...What?"

Kotaro Fukuya answered, but found that he could not answer. He began to feel confused. A part of his brain was thinking about what he was doing now. Wasn't he going home?

"Next question, was Tiedu Jizi unconscious in the past few days? When was that?"

"Yes... the day after the super beast first appeared... Tiedu fell into a coma... I don't know why... but the oxygen machine is maintaining normal... the intravenous catheter is also normal... she is still... alive..."

Kotaro Fukuya's thoughts were interrupted, and he thought dazedly, forget it, it seemed that as long as he answered the questions he could go home, so he just answered the questions.

"What did she do before?"

"I don't know...but...it seems to be music..."

"very good."

He heard the man whisper, Fukuya Kotaro was confused again, how should I answer, Fukuya Kotaro was thinking again.

"Did you hear about the haunting the nurses were discussing?"

"Yes...I have heard of it...but I don't believe it...I haven't seen it..."

"Do you feel that there is something wrong with any of your colleagues or nurses?"

"...No...No..."

"Very good, now go back, to your home."

The man said slowly; "It's late, and you're very sleepy. You want to rest, want to go home... do you want to not miss the last bus?"

"Last bus...last bus!"

Kotaro Fukuya shuddered, as if waking up from a dream. He turned his head and looked around in surprise, only to find himself standing motionless at the entrance of an alley.

The depths of the alley were shrouded in darkness, but his eyes seemed to have gotten used to it and could see a little more clearly. There was no one inside, only the stacked and motionless trash cans squatting like dwarf monks in black.

"Hurry...go home quickly."

Kotaro Fukuya took a deep breath, touched his forehead with the back of his hand and muttered to himself, then quickly took a step and trotted to the station as if he was terrified.