"Your ID...is really amazing."

Musashino recorded it silently and sighed.

Hattori Maki blushed and started the motorcycle:

"By the way, where is your home? I can send you back if you go along."

Musashino waved his hand:

"I'll just go back by myself."

I can't let her find out that I'm in a mental hospital.

"See you next time!"

She raised her hand to greet her, and then the motorcycle blew out exhaust gas and disappeared into the corner of the street.

......

Kiyose Fujimi Mental Hospital.

Musashino walked through the window and returned to the ward.

"call--"

He looked at his true self who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed and felt that his experience just now was like a dream, but he told him 300,000 yen in his pocket cash and notes:

Everything is real.

He is indeed a superb one.

At this time, the sky in the east was already white, and some workers walked between the steel bar robotic arms, preparing to start a new day of construction figures.

It's five in the morning now.

There is still an hour before the medical staff gets up and works.

"Why, go and register the forum account?"

So Musashino kept his spirit body in his body and found the chief physician's office and floated in.

Husky—

As soon as he walked through the door, he heard a loud snoring.

Director Suzuki was lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

"Hiss~ I actually sleep here."

How about coming again another day?

He looked at the desk next to him, and a laptop was placed there.

Well, I am in a spirit body anyway, and the director can't find me even if he wakes up suddenly.

Since pursuing excitement,

Then implement it to the end!

Musashino sat down with his butt, and the computer had no password. He easily opened the "Tokyo Survival" forum and successfully registered.

"If you have a user ID..."

He set up as Doctor Musashi, simple and boring.

After logging into the forum, the homepage posts are densely listed.

He clicked in a few:

[[Personal Entrusion] The manhole cover at my door sometimes emits blue light. Is there any extraordinary person who can help solve it?]

“Huh?

"Can you receive entrustment orders in the forum?"

That isn’t it possible to give up the izakaya so that the unscrupulous boss will lose a lot of money?

However, after he clicked on it, he posted the main ID and marked it in red:

The account has been banned.

The highest like reply in the comment area is an anonymous user:

〖I am an extraordinary person, I accepted the postmaster's entrustment, but I was fooled!

〖The bottom of the well was actually a glow stick he threw in deliberately. After I exposed it, he also argued that he wanted to see what the extraordinary person looked like. I was so angry!

"Ah this."

Musashino shook his head, it seemed that I was thinking too much.

In addition, some posts are suspected to be extraordinary:

[[The extraordinary person said] So excited, I woke up my supernatural power today!]

The picture is a photo of a masked man. The person in the photo has his palms facing each other and there is a dazzling arc of electric current flowing in his palms.

However, the reply below is full of ruthless mockery:

〖This image is so blurry〗

〖Upstairs, because the poster is from PS, I have searched the original pictures before synthesis online [Expand picture] [Expand picture]〗

〖www, the scene of the face slap〗

〖Tsk, another one who wants superpowers to be crazy〗

〖...〗

He continued to browse the posts:

[[Prevent the mine-step] Brothers, be careful, there are many scammers]

[[Rational Discussion] Do you think there are many real extraordinary people in the forum, and how many real wasteland incidents are? Most of them are eye-catching]

【...】

After looking around, Musashino gave up the idea of ​​accepting the commission from here.

It's totally a group of demons dancing!

There aren't a few valuable posts in the entire page.

"It seems that I can't escape the clutches of the black-hearted boss of Izakaya for the time being~"

He clicks the user search and enters:

My sister wants to use a mortar to snipe you.

That is, Hattori Maki.

Soon, the search result popped up a picture of the policewoman's back, holding a red lightsaber, which was obviously her.

"Hey, she actually has 130,000 fans?"

Musashino's eyes slowly widened.

What a guy, he is actually a well-known big V.

There are many posts on Hattori Maki's account, all of which are videos of her exerting her extraordinary abilities and eliminating wasteland creatures.

In the video, she was wearing a police school uniform and was moving neatly. She was as heroic as herself, but she always covered her face.

There is a sound of kneeling and licking in the comment area:

〖Sniper Ding is so great, so strong, and has such a good figure~

〖Sister is so cool!〗

〖Another long week to wait for Sister Sniper Ding to update〗

But Hattori Maki is very aloof and has never replied to anyone.

Musashino first followed, and then applied to add friends.

The friend question she set was "What is my real name?", which was automatically passed after the answer was correct, but her status was not online.

It seems that it hasn't arrived home yet.

"OK."

Musashino walked around the forum twice and accidentally found some interesting posts, but unfortunately it was almost dawn.

"Come back tomorrow night."

He deleted his browsing history, carefully closed his computer, and floated out of the office.

Halfway through, Musashino fell into deep thought:

The extraordinary people have a high social status.

If I directly explain to the police department and the hospital that I actually have extraordinary abilities and that I had destruction everywhere before was just because I was not familiar with energy...

Will you be discharged from the hospital?
To be continued...