He angrily hit Musashino's face, and he was a false alarm after a long time.

Aihara Hiro scratched his head and asked:

"Mom, who are you talking about leaving?"

The ward was quiet, and my mother did not respond, and it seemed that she had cut off the contact.

"Mom?"

He stood there for half a minute, and finally lay back on the hospital bed in a daze:

“What the hell is going on?”

Since I started communicating with my mother at the age of five, there has never been any problem. Today is the first time my mother has said the wrong thing.

He couldn't help but recall the doctor's words:

The most typical feature of auditory hallucinations is that what the patient hears is illogical or factual.

Could it be...

Aihara Hiro looked shocked:

"Mental illness...it turned out to be myself?!"

......

Tokyo 107 Survival Area, Kamibocho.

"Remember to be nearby."

Musashino stopped floating, and he remembered that there was a contact point for the extraordinary people here.

In order to accommodate more people in the living area, the building height is generally exaggerated and the structure is complicated. It is interspersed with billboards, neon lights, and cables, which makes it look very messy.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street to interfere with their sight.

He quickly found the destination:

Jiangzi Pie Izakaya.

Unlike the surrounding postmodern buildings, this izakaya is completely made of wooden structure, and there is a row of iconic orange lanterns hanging outside the store, like a cultural relic embedded in the corner of a concrete wall.

When I floated to the door of the store, there was a wooden sign "In-Business" hanging outside.

That's it!

“Realize.”

Musashino's spirit body gradually solidified, but before he was about to push open the wooden sliding door, he realized that he was still wearing the hospital uniform of the mental hospital:

"Ah, that'd be great if I could change my clothes."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the hospital gown quickly turned into a black hooded cape with a hood.

Eh?

Musashino's eyes lit up:

It turns out that in the state of a spirit body, can it still change the appearance?

"Then... of course I have to be more handsome."

(Although I'm very handsome)

He tried to disguise again, but unfortunately he worked hard for a long time but his face was slightly swollen. At present, this optimization is limited to changing clothes.

"Okay."

Musashino wore a hood and covered most of his face in the shadow.

When I opened the door, the fresh smell came to my nose.

There are only a few customers in the house. The owner is a middle-aged man with a mustache, posing for a salmon sashimi.

“Welcome.”

Musashino pulled the brim of the hat, covering most of his face.

Well, this makes it more mysterious.

Sure enough, his unique shape wrapped in a black cloak successfully attracted the attention of the shop owner. The shop owner narrowed his small eyes and looked at it carefully and suddenly asked:

"Hello.

"Do you want seafood, Osaka, or avocado, a thousand-layered avocado?"

Musashino blinked.

He looked at the handwritten menu hanging next to him and couldn't find these two.

Is it some kind of connector code?

In this wasteland world, the extraordinary is not common. He was just a small person living in a container room before and knew nothing about the extraordinary's internal communication and contact information.

Seeing that he did not answer, the shop owner touched his beard thoughtfully:
Chapter completed!