A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

As a prisoner of the Armed Detective Agency, Koyo Ozaki was not treated harshly at all.

The red-haired beauty in a well-dressed kimono sat in Yosano Akiko's medical room, and in front of her were Japanese sweets and tea that did not match her captive status.

"Dazai," Koyo Ozaki held down the wide hem of the kimono with one hand, and picked up the porcelain cup filled with clear tea with the other, "Actually, you know these things very well, right?"

She took a sip of the tea, and the bitterness and the fragrance of the tea immediately spread between her lips and teeth.

"You don't need to ask me at all."

she said with a smile.

The person opposite Koyo Ozaki was Osamu Dazai—a black-haired young man sitting on the hospital bed.

The windows in the medical room were closed, and the lights were not turned on, so the room looked a little dark, with the gloomy atmosphere of a hospital in a horror movie.

As a former cadre of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai stopped smiling frivolously when facing his old acquaintance Koyo Ozaki.

The handsome young man didn't have a smile on his face, his expression was indifferent, he didn't even look at Ozaki Koyo.The young man's beautiful iris-colored eyes are like dark rivers, and the tide is still and deep.

"Release the Q, it's a bad move." Osamu Dazai bent his knuckles and tapped the wooden table lightly, and the wooden table made a dull sound when it was knocked.

"Mr. Mori will probably regret it bitterly."

His tone made no secret of his malice towards the current head of the Port Mafia.

"...At least, I won't cry bitterly." Koye Ozaki smiled softly, "I'm in your armed detective agency, but I can't contact the port mafia."

What she meant was that if you ask her, you won't get anything.

"I didn't plan to pry your mouth open." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly at this moment.

"However, there may be places where I will trouble you to help later."

……

Over Yokohama, the white whale.

Fitzgerald stood by the window, and outside the window was a crowded layer of clouds.Passing through the overlapping clouds, the bustling city of Yokohama has become a miniature body, all reflected in his eyes.

He was holding a doll in his hand—anyone who had seen Yumeno Hisaku would immediately recognize that this was the doll that served as the activation medium for "Brain Hell".

"This city," said Fitzgerald, narrowing his eyes, "is going to be on fire soon."

"That...is it really good to be so long in advance?" The brown-haired woman with glasses held a stack of manuscript paper, showing a worried look.

As the group's staff officer, she has always been in charge of the battle plan—but the plan to burn Yokohama should have been carried out four days later, not today.

If you want to talk about the reason, it is probably because the interlocking plan was slightly fanned by the butterfly's wings... Yumeno Kusaku met someone he shouldn't have met.

——Shokuhou Misaki, Misaka Mikoto.

The butterfly flapped its wings, and the plan went awry.

"Don't worry about the electromagnetic gun and psychological control." Fitzgerald didn't care. "They have nothing to do with our purpose, and there is no need to offend Aleister."

After all, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto are both one of only seven superpowers in Academy City. Even if their plan is successfully implemented, it is impossible to directly threaten their lives.

His purpose is just "book".

"As long as the human tiger—beacon is in our hands, everything else is not important."

Fitzgerald smiled slightly when he mentioned the weird-looking doll.

The restaurant of the hotel is on a high floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides. The midday light surges into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The restaurant is bright and bright, and the warmth and the aroma of food are transpiring in the wide space.

Shokuhou Misaki still got rid of the dessert after all - otherwise she would have listened to Junko Fanfeng's lecture in vain.

Misaka Mikoto rested her elbows on the table, put her palms on her face and stared at Shokuhou Misaki.

The sunlight fell on the girl's blond hair and eyelashes, her fair skin showed an almost transparent texture, and the corners of her eyes and brows were as delicate as oil paintings.

It's still pretty when you're not talking - Misaka Mikoto thought so.

The essence of people is to look at the face, and Misaka Mikoto is no exception.She had an excellent first impression of Shokuhou Misaki, who was as beautiful as a doll, but it didn't take long for her good impression to be turned into disgust by Shokuhou Misaki.

... Now it has changed from an old enemy to an ambiguous relationship.

Shokuhou Misaki dug out a large spoon full of strawberry parfait, and pressed the spoon full of sweets under Misaka Mikoto's lips.

Misaka Mikoto glanced at the spoonful of parfait that was handed to her, and subconsciously took a bite - the sweetness of parfait burst out from the tip of her tongue immediately, and the sweet taste filled the whole palate.

"...You really ate it." Shokuhou Misaki looked a little surprised.

"If you're so satisfied with your meal, you know there must be no problem." Misaka Mikoto swallowed the sweetness, and looked at Shokuhou Misaki amusedly, "No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to add ingredients to what you eat, right?"

Shokuhou Misaki snorted: "So you think I will trick you into eating poisonous things?"

"Poisoning is not enough." Misaka Mikoto looked quite sincere, "However, if you add some laxatives, wasabi, or chili essence to it, I think you can do it."

"Okay, is she such a hateful image in Misaka-san's mind?" Shokuhou Misaki laughed.

"After all, you are the one who can manipulate young girls to scold me."

"Then in order to be worthy of Misaka-san's wild and vicious conjecture," Shokuhou Misaki said softly, "I will definitely give you something with added ingredients next time."

"...It's better not to be something weird like computer accessories." Misaka Mikoto seemed to have remembered something bad, showing a rather subtle expression.

Shokuhou Misaki was unclear, so: "What are computer accessories?"

"Yes..." Misaka Mikoto hesitated to speak.

"Hello..." The guest sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly stood up, "What's going on outside?"

The guest looked terrified, his pupils shrank to extremely small in an instant, his lips and body trembled together - he seemed to have seen something extremely shocking.

On the guest's face, finger-like scratches with an ominous purple-black color slowly appeared...that was the mark belonging to Yumeno Hisaku.

All the guests in the restaurant were attracted by him, and when scratches appeared on his face, someone let out a panicked cry.

But the person who had scratches was not the only one who made the noise at the beginning. Many people stepped on the ground with rooted trees at different times, or accidentally broke a branch.

"Brain Hell" will cause hallucinations in front of the eyes of the people who have been marked, lose their minds, and attack people around them like crazy.

The restaurant immediately became chaotic.

The irrational person rushed up from behind and tried to attack Misaka Mikoto. Misaka Mikoto didn't even move her eyes, and the lightning gun fired through the bangs hit the irrational person-the next second, the person was stunned past.

"Really, can't people enjoy desserts with peace of mind?" Shokuhou Misaki complained dissatisfiedly, frowning, and her sweet tone made her complaining sound like a spoiled child.

She took out the remote control from her handbag, and after pressing a button, those people who were insanely affected by the "brain hell" suddenly stopped in place as if time stopped.

"Brain Hell" is an idealistic spiritual ability, and I am afraid that even Shokuhou Misaki himself may not be able to resist it.But this does not prevent "Psychological Mastery" from exerting another layer of manipulation on these affected people. It is not difficult to make people affected by "Brain Hell" obediently obey.

The queen standing at the apex of the spiritual system is fully capable of doing such things.

"Are you saved?" The guest who was almost attacked showed the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

"Outside... something similar happened probably." Misaka Mikoto stood up, and she walked to the French window to look down.

The scene in Yokohama was even worse than what she wanted to write. The streets were completely in chaos. Crazy people were using various tools to smash cars, destroy shops, and even attack humans.It is impossible for a crazy person to be merciless when attacking others, and almost every time he goes for the purpose of "killing the other party".

... There are already a few people lying scattered on the street who are not moving anymore.

Misaka Mikoto didn't know if they were dead or alive.

Even with people she had never met, she was still angry and sad about the loss of life - Misaka Mikoto didn't think she could bear to have tragedy happen in front of her and do nothing herself.

This is a city she is not familiar with, and she has no contact with these citizens at all. Maybe someone can stand on the sidelines, but that person will definitely not be Misaka Mikoto.

"No wonder it is said that "brain hell" is a living disaster..."

Shokuhou Misaki stood beside Misaka Mikoto, she lowered her eyes to watch the scene of disorder in the city, with a rare look of disgust on her face.

She now understands why "Brain Hell" was called a living disaster by Osamu Dazai.

Shokuhou Misaki's "Psychological Mastery" can control many people at once, but there is a limit to this number. Even if her brain has computing power comparable to that of a computer, it cannot support her to control too many people at once.

Brain Hell has no such restrictions.

As long as Yumeno Kusaku has been hurt, no matter how many people—even if there are a total of [-] million people, they will be affected by Yumeno Hisaku's supernatural power and become crazy people.

Just looking at the city of Yokohama, I don't know how many people have lost their minds in the "brain hell". Judging from the current situation, these people are definitely not in the minority.

"These crazy people can completely destroy this bustling city." Shokuhou Misaki said softly.

"I..." Misaka Mikoto's words paused, and then her lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, "I don't want to see such a thing happen."

Everyone who has been hurt has relatives and friends, and everyone who dies brings endless tears and turbulent sorrow.

Even if Su Wei lives her life, she wants to do her best.

"Obviously Teacher Mianbe has warned us so repeatedly." Shokuhou Misaki sighed helplessly, "In the end, we still have to be scolded for 'willful and reckless behavior' again."

"...But, I don't want to see such things happen."

Her Lady Queen's face darkened.

Misaka Mikoto let out a deep breath.She lightly raised her finger, and the blue-white current poured out instantly, shattering the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Misaka Mikoto wrapped her arms around Shokuhou Misaki's waist, held the girl's slender legs, and hugged her horizontally—they jumped down from the broken French windows.

The sound of the wind roared and flew, the girl's hair was blown up by the air current, and the brown and gold were intertwined and entangled.

Shokuhou Misaki wrapped her arms around Misaka Mikoto's neck, and the distance between them was extremely close.

Misaka Mikoto's voice was clearly heard.

"The thing called willfulness is our justice."