save the judge

After a short period of doubt, Fushimi quickly put this question behind him, and the immediate priority is to find a way for them to suddenly appear in this—this strange world, and to find a way to go back as the first goal.

So, no, everyone will take on the mission here with great interest with the mentality of traveling!

Do you think you're really a member of Mobile Task Force?Wake up, you are the room chief of S[-]!Barbara's group of violent lunatics who haven't graduated from elementary school are still waiting for you to punish them, Chief!

Fushimi looked at the man standing beside the car and chatting with that white coat with a smile on his face, feeling full of despair. Have you all talked about any interesting items in the shelter?The next step is to hold a small flag and go in for a visit?

"——I haven't seen anything like that. If I have a chance, I really want to take a look. You know, the nature of our work will not have too close contact with the contained objects." Munakata touched his chin and sighed.

Jingu Jiquan tried hard to maintain a stiff smile on his face, tried to chat the topic to death again to no avail, and could only silently and unilaterally reject Munakata's call request.Among other things, talking to Munakata is really stressful, that kind of look that seems to see through everything but I don't say anything really makes Jingujiquan feel desperate, but the man wearing glasses has nothing to say. Unusual, like not knowing anything.

Jingujiquan is so tired.

And it's not that he said, he felt that Munakata was different from Fushimi who had "I'm annoying and I want to go back" written all over his grumpy face. He seemed to be full of curiosity about this new world.

Curiosity... Curiosity killed the cat, do you understand, Munakata!

Kane waved them goodbye, and the figure framed in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared behind a tree.

There is a barren plain near the shelter. In order to prevent accidents caused by the escape of the contents, most of the shelters choose construction sites in sparsely populated suburbs or even deserted islands. It seems that some even choose airships as shelters, because there is a KETER-class The containment measures of the contained objects are "no contact with the ground, including indirect contact with the ground through solid and liquid media".

So the idea of ​​hanging it fell through, because no matter what you do, as long as there are hanging objects, they must be able to connect with the ground in a tortuous way, and soaking in water will not work, the container of water is always solid Bar?

Containment specialists held a meeting to ponder for several days, and finally came up with the method of sending it into the sky to fly.

This contained object has been flying in the sky for almost 13 years, and if there is no accident, it will continue to fly like this forever.

Its only hope of escape is that the foundation will one day be dragged down by its tens of millions of annual fuel bills to bankruptcy, so that the airship can no longer fly.

To be honest, the probability of this hope being realized is very slim. It would be more practical to hope that one day a thunderbolt hits the airship right on top of his head.

The two cars carried more than ten people on the uneven ground. Of course, the comfort level was not as comfortable as that on the flat ground. The people in the car were bumped and confused, and they were curiously observing the situation outside the car after getting on the car. Dazai also fainted at some point, curled up on the back seat with a blue face, his body rose and fell happily with the car.

"Is this a new type of suicide method?" Dazai, who has never felt the down-to-earth problem of motion sickness, scratched his throat with his hands and looked at Jingujiquan with tears in his eyes, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next second Body to go crazy vomiting.

"Stay away from me." Jingujiquan's scalp was numb from Dazai's eyes, his body elongated and hid in the opposite direction, wishing to stick his whole body against the car door.

Fushimi, the co-pilot, was holding a bucket that he found out from nowhere in his hand, and put it on his lap. He stared straight ahead with a pale and wooden face, and his eyes were murderous and pitiful. These two opposite emotions came together. There was no sense of disobedience in his eyes.

When passing through a big pothole again, several people in the car jumped up and down together with the car, their buttocks hurt and at the same time their stomachs rolled up violently.

"I...I'm going to die..." Dazai stared straight at the roof of the car, and a psychedelic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely horrifying in this situation, "I seem to have seen heaven..."

"So, Shi - if you don't know how to drive, please let me do it!" Fushimi, the co-pilot who has been focusing all his senses on his eyes and ignoring his body perception, finally spoke out, his voice was cold , unceremoniously stabbed at the man in the driver's seat who had let himself go on the plain, "At least my technology won't let people ascend to heaven in place."

Munakata is holding the steering wheel with one hand. His driving posture is very standard, his waist is straight, and even in the deserted wilderness, he turns on the lights and whistles in an orderly manner. The posture alone is very reliable.

He adjusted his glasses with the other hand, and a confident smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, which was filled with arrogant and arbitrary refusal: "No, Fushimi-kun, although I know you can drive, but——you don't have a driver's license .”

Fushimi pursed his lips tightly, instead of denying the fact, he grabbed the seat cushion with his hands, and looked at another... no, two serial pits in front of him with a blue face!

After flying up again, Izumi Jinguji and Dazai, who had no front view in the back seat, not only left the ground this time, but also hit the roof of the car at the same time. The two uniform "bang bang" sounded strange and harmonious beauty.

Fushimi didn't fly, but it didn't get any better. His head hit the window glass, and after Jingujiquan and Dazai's "Kang Bang", he contributed a magnificent "Boom" like the final scene!

In one go, smooth and pleasant.

It just sounds like it really hurts.

"Can't you go around?! There is no line here! Even if there is a line, you can adjust the driving direction properly!"

Fushimi growled and glared at the driver, and the condemned man was still immersed in his happiness: "Oh, but being able to drive in a straight line is the real beauty of the vehicle."

Go your way and drive in a straight line!

Don't touch the steering wheel if you have obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Finally, when the car stopped, three walking corpses with dazed expressions, eyes out of focus, and pale complexions got out of the car.

"Ugh..." Dazai, who looks like a dainty girl, hangs a long strip on the rearview mirror, his dark brown hair has been turned into a pile of seaweed, and it looks like the rearview mirror has become fine when it is on top of the rearview mirror .

Fushimi supported the front car hood with one hand, refusing to show himself that way, stubbornly raised his head to show his refusal to give in, the broken hair on his forehead fell down to cover half of his face, and there was a faint One eye glowed green.

Munakata looked up at the sky refreshed. The abnormal location he got from the mission book was here. There was a collapsed iron gate hidden among the barren weeds, and there were golden painted flowers on the old iron gate. , but it has been peeled off in the long-term wind and sun, leaving only a little bit of residual yellow from mildew and rust.

Munakata turned on the mission delivery communicator again, and the location above clearly indicated the National First Mental Hospital, and a small map was attached for reference.

On the map is a hospital building with a vast area. The architectural model was obviously very advanced many years ago. It imitated the structure of a western hospital. The wards of the main building and auxiliary buildings are strictly divided, and the outer walls are painted with snow-white paint. In the long tree-lined avenue behind the grand iron gate, neatly trimmed shrubs cast a neat shadow, and doctors in white coats and patients in hospital gowns walked harmoniously everywhere.

Munakata glanced at the picture, and then at the barren building in front of him. Most of the majestic glass windows were so broken that they couldn't be seen, and the metal window frames were crookedly exposed. There are some suspicious smudges.

...Is this the same hospital?

Munakata was stuck in the middle of his thoughts and was interrupted by Dazai's loud vomiting, so he looked back and happened to see Jinguji Izumi who was holding the car door with a numb expression. His heart moved and he adjusted his glasses: "Mr. See, this mission looks a bit bad, doesn't it?"

Izumi Jinguji looked at him, his mind was in a state of chaos, and he seemed to be about to take off. Hearing Munakata's question, he tried to close the car door: "It's not as good as your driving skills, really, Munakata, next time I beg you Can you stay away from the steering wheel?"

Munakata squinted his eyes under the lens, and Fushimi turned his head aside, his voice could not detect emotion: "... Jinguji?"