In the morning, Junko, who had visited the riverbed, was taken to the buste, and the dust piled up. The purpose, of course, is to perform head surgery.
Junko's car was full of misgivings, but he was terribly aggressive and uncomfortable driving.
Ash, are you drunk?
Junko sees the blue ash on the front of the passenger seat as she approaches the bathtub with dust piled up.
"No... I'm just scared. That's right. I had a terrible dream last night. I wonder if you don't believe me, Junko...?"
"I'm sorry," said Ash Zheng.
"Huh? What kind of dream?"
"Junko takes my brain out of my head, puts it in a fallen leaf, and bakes it with baked potatoes. And then the dream of using my brains as sauce, painting baked potatoes with my brains sauce, and together with Kami-chan, Angelina-chan and Tsugumi-chan, we all say it's delicious and tasty."
"I won't do that." It's not the time to bake potatoes, so it's okay. Maybe. Besides, baked potatoes are to be eaten as they are, and coating the sauce is an evil way, so it's impossible. "
I see. That's right.
Junko is persuaded lightly by Ash Masaki.
Once the dust had accumulated, Ash Zheng arrived at the buste and waited with anxiety for the start of the operation.
During the euthanasia. Press department room for lunch break.
"I got an email from Snow Oka-sensei. From now on, I hear you're going to start surgery on Ashishi-san."
Today, the boy version of Tsugumi reports to Aki and Spica.
"Why do I have to have surgery in the first place?" What happened to your head? "
Spika asks a question. Send the question directly to the email.
Junko replied immediately.
"There was a transplant called an allaunelli copy." It awakens supernatural power, but it's not usually possible to transplant it to your head, and in Ashigaru's case, it was used for another purpose. "
Tsugumi spoke about the contents of the email, but Spica and Qian didn't really understand it. I also don't know what is called Allauneri copying.
"In other words, Ashigaru-san is in his present state, being tampered with by someone with bad intentions..."
I don't know what the alraunelli copy is, but Tsugumi assumes that it is from before and after the talk.
“Who did that for what?”
Is it possible that someone will attack you?
Spica questioned and Qi spoke anxiously.
It's possible, but I believe it's okay because Snow Oka-sensei is protecting it.
Tsugumi said. Of course, when someone attacks Masamune, if Pureko is not on Masamune's side and there is a gummy, the gummy is going to fight.
The surgery is over.
Junko and Hot Jiro and only two other staff members came to the surgery.
It was just the beginning, but it was just in case. If Pureko is concerned, using the ability to manipulate the substance touched by the palm while seeing through the artificial magic eye, it is possible to treat only the affected area by inserting the hand into the body while slipping through or fusing between the cells during psychiatric surgery.
But this time it was a special case, a delicate place called the head. If the possibility of mistakes is to be avoided, it was judged that it would be better to approximate to normal surgery than to bear the burden of Junko alone. Even so, Junko used his abilities to the fullest.
The purpose of the surgery was to implant the ash into the positive brain. It is only through the ability of Junko and Heijiro to resect it, which is almost fused with the brain. By changing the properties of substances touched by the palm, coupling, detaching, accelerating, principle generating, and extinguishing them, while exquisitely using them, it succeeded in removing them from the brain, which was almost fused with the brain, without damaging the brain.
"It's already fused, so if you peel it off, won't it have a strange effect on your brain again?"
"By fusing, it's negatively affecting the brain. And the negative effects seem to remain in the control of memory, so I think it's probably okay. If anything happens, I'll replace it with a partial clone of the brain, but this is a bet. I think my soul will fly to the underworld first.
Before the surgery, Jiro Hot was worried, but Junko said that and stepped into the surgery.
The two staff members were breathing when they saw what had been removed from their brains. Because it looked like a dwarf with blood on it.
It's even smaller than the other Allaunelli copies.
Heat Jiro looks down at the excised bloodstained Allaunelli copy. Heat Jiro also knew of the existence of Allauneri copies. I received some from Junko and cultivated it, and if the dust is accumulated, it is also used as research material by the researchers of the Buste.
"It's not supposed to be used for memory suppression and control." It's an idea I didn't have. "
"How can an allaunelli copy make that possible?"
Hotaro bumps his doubts. Alraune is an evolutionary organism that fulfills the wishes of its host, and what leads to the control of memory?
"Apart from randomly expressing supernatural power, there was a use for it." So the transplantee found a way to do it. Or maybe he had his own research into Al-Raoune from the beginning. I think he joined the Japan-China collaborative research team to use Alraune for brain research and mental research. It's not surprising that researchers from many different fields were gathered, even if there were such people, and even if there were people who would successfully apply it to their own fields. "
"I see..."
Junko's story is just a guess, but I think that the guess is reasonable.
Junko leaves the operating room and makes a phone call.
"It's over."
How are you feeling?
"The surgery was successful, but I don't really know what happens to my memory or my mind. I think it is better to quit psychological interference now. The alraunelli copies that were implanted in the brain only served to block and maintain the barrier, so it's not possible to restore everything by removing them."
Wall? Maintenance?
The caller reacted to the word.
"With the transplanted modified Allaunelli copy, Masakasa-san quickly forgot about it even when his memory returned." The memories that came out of the drawer naturally acted as a device that immediately returned to the back of the drawer. "
"If the story is true, you can have hope." From now on, even if my memories come back, I won't forget them. "
"Oh, and that's it. The copied personality seems to be directly in the brain itself, so just because you removed the alraunelli copy, it may not have changed."
"No, it seems that the memory copipe was also done, but it seems that it failed." Recently, I also learned about it. "
The person on the phone passes on new information to Junko.
By the way, is it difficult for Kurosuke-kun to move?
The eyes of surveillance are tight. There are even signs of suspicion. "
In response to Junko's question, the person on the phone said in a heavy tone.
When I woke up, it was night. I looked out the window and saw the moon rising in the night sky.
When I woke up from the surgery, it felt like time had disappeared. It is clearly different from normal sleep. When I thought that my consciousness disappeared after being anesthetized at the operating table, there was no interval, and I didn't feel like I had fallen asleep. When I noticed, I suddenly moved to another place.
"The surgery was a success, but stay put tonight." For the time being, please avoid violent movements. "
Junko is paying attention to the ashes. Junko's surgery differed from that of normal craniotomy surgery, and was a substitute that depended on Junko's ability as much as possible. However, since it was certain that the craniotomy was performed, it was deemed necessary to rest a little.
Ash Zheng, who had woken up, could not sleep and was free. I was able to reach out, so I took my phone at my fingertips and tried to chat with Kurosuke.
"I was told that the surgery was a success."
How are you feeling?
"I'm dazed, I don't know what..."
Don't rest now, don't get excited.
"Okay, thank you." Kurosuke-kun "
Naturally, the mouth is full of ashes. I'm glad that Kurosuke, who is a bluffer and always has few words, has a lot of care and words these days.
You should tell Junko Yukioka, who removed the bad stuff from your head, not me.
Yeah. Of course. But I'm also grateful to Kurosuke-kun.
Kurosuke took a moment to express his feelings to the slate.
Go to sleep now
I can't sleep, can't I?
I'm going to sleep. Good night.
Good night, Kurosuke-kun.
The holographic display was closed, but Zheng Zheng was looking at the ceiling of the room with his eyes open.