The man called "Doctor" didn't look at him, he just stared at the girl lying limp on the ground quietly...

One second, five seconds, ten seconds...

At a certain moment, the body of the girl on the ground suddenly twitched violently, and then suddenly turned over, and the collar around her neck began to flash wildly.

"Has it started yet?"

Dick's eyes suddenly shone with excitement.

Unexpectedly, the 'doctor' who was watching all this calmly shook his head, turned around and said indifferently, "No, it's over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl on the ground kicked her legs violently a few times, the pupils in her eyes expanded sharply, and then she suddenly became quiet.

Everything was silent again.

The collar around his neck also stopped flashing.

"Doctor" casually picked up a tablet on the workbench next to him. The homepage of the tablet read "Sigmund International Trading Company" and the company logo was a sphere surrounded by two alternating arrows.

He entered his fingerprint to unlock it and then swiped down a few times. He calmly clicked the "X" next to the avatar of a smiling girl - choosing to delete all relevant information and observation data.

After deleting it, he returned to the tablet homepage and pressed call.

After a while, two Celestial men in black suits walked in from outside the villa without saying a word, put the girl on the ground into a body bag, zipped it up and moved it out.

Her final destination will be in the dark and quiet deep sea under Tokyo Bay, from precious [exhibits] to insignificant waste...

Just for a moment.

.....

"Tsk tsk tsk...Human...

What an extremely weak race."

Dick licked his lips, glanced disdainfully in the direction of the underground storage room of the villa, and asked the 'doctor' next to him, "This time...there are less than twenty, right?"

"Well, it's just a matter of probability."

The 'doctor' said this in an understatement, but his eyes fell on the smooth and plump oranges placed in the transparent glass cabinet of the experimental table, and he expressed sincere admiration on his face:

"But they are also a very smart race. They can actually develop this kind of ability to compete with the 'gods' for natural authority. It really shocks me every time I see it."

Dick sneered when he heard it.

"What's the use? We've developed a fruit, but not many humans can successfully transform after eating it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have spent so long preparing for this year's [exhibition]."

When the "Exhibition" was mentioned, the "Doctor" also frowned slightly, because the guests of the "Exhibition" came from all over the world.

Some are not so easy to talk to.

"Is today already Friday...?"

The doctor lowered his head and seemed to be talking to himself, "It seems that we need to speed up. Should we inform Wu Lai... to shorten the observation period?"

Wu Lai is a celestial being of the Skyhawk tribe. He has awakened the [Eye of True Sight] with talent sequence 38. He is one of several "special agents" of Sigmund International Trading Company's New Tokyo Branch.

"Oh, that guy must be asking for it."

After hearing this, Dick laughed and said, "Last time, he actually lost a mixed-race woman from the Tianhu tribe, and the president had to use his connections to exert pressure to get her out of the Metropolitan Police Department. This time

If you make another mistake...I'm afraid it won't be that simple."

While the two were talking, the elevator had already reached the third underground floor. The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling overhead illuminated the place as if it were daytime, but the scene inside was shocking.

A cage...a cage...still a cage.

Young men and women of eighteen or nineteen were standing, squatting, or lying down, their faces either numb or fearful, trapped in steel cages. They all wore dark gold collars around their necks, and an electronic sign was fixed on their ankles, which stated

Assessment of age, race, natural ability, and growth potential.

Although the people in the villa call them precious "exhibits", at a glance... they seem like "two-legged animals" waiting for others to choose at will in a noisy vegetable market...

In the corner, a little girl of about five or six years old was curled up on the ground, hugging the little bear tightly in her arms. Her breathing was somewhat rapid and disordered, and her face looked very pale.

However, although she was locked up in a cage, she had to say that this was the first time she had grown up and lived in... no, the first time she had seen such a spacious and bright house.

If only this was really "home"...

The little girl thought to herself.

...

afternoon.

Half past three o'clock,

Takehara Minami Private Academy.

Today is Friday. After the actual training session, Higashinohara packed his things and prepared to go home.

Speaking of which, after the scene in the practical class yesterday afternoon, the atmosphere today is a bit strange - many people in the class are secretly discussing Higashinohara's training methods and discussing whether to run on the playground every day in the future.

A few laps.

As for Sagi Hikaru, who was taught a lesson yesterday, he must be unconvinced.

But in the Academy of Superpowers, strength comes first.

Yesterday, he was easily broken through by Higashinohara even after deploying the second-level technique. Even though he was not angry, he still had no confidence to go to Higashinohara to compete again to regain his face, so he could only endure his anger for the time being.

There is ample time.

Anyway, everyone is only in first grade now.

In addition, I heard that there are some "good guys" in the class who made a bet after seeing Higashinohara's performance yesterday, and placed bets on whether Higashinohara, a well-known "three-war veteran" in the first grade, could pass the assessment and be promoted next year.

Entering second grade.

The bet accepted by the banker was not large, and many people joined in the fun.

At this time, Aida Yuta, who was in the back row of Higashinohara, poked him and asked, "Higashino, do you have any plans for the weekend holiday?"

Oh, by the way, this guy is the one who opens the market.

"work to earn a living"

Higashino didn't even look back.

"In addition to working?" Aida Yuta asked.

"Of course I still work part-time."

Higashinohara was angry.

"Hey, Dongye, do you want to work so hard?"

Aida Yuta couldn't help complaining.

"Didn't Mr. Nakazaki say in this afternoon's practical class that your strength level should already be level 2 and level 2? As long as you work hard to improve it by one level and advance to the second grade next year, you will be able to resume accommodation subsidies and free lunches. Now work hard

Why do you make so much money working part-time?”

"hehe."

Higashinohara laughed, turned around and asked, "What is the current housing price in New Tokyo?"

Aida Yuta's parents are both real estate agents. After hearing this, he said without thinking, "The average price is about 850,000 yen per square meter, right? There are cheaper ones in more remote areas. What's wrong?"

"Think about it, if I stay in Tokyo after graduation and want to buy a 50-square-meter second-hand apartment, it will cost 42.5 million yen. Based on the average annual salary after graduation, it will probably take me 12 years without food or drink."

"Based on my current part-time salary of 1,000 yen per hour, I would have to work at the same place for more than 40,000 hours to buy a second-hand small apartment."

After finishing speaking, Higashinohara looked at Yuta Aida with a smile, "Now will you ask me why I make so much money?"

Aida Yuta was stunned immediately.

He has lived in New Tokyo for so many years since he was a child. Although he occasionally works part-time, he only makes some pocket money to buy his favorite mountain bikes or game consoles. He has never thought about this problem.

Higashinohara smiled, feeling helpless and at the same time he couldn't help complaining that since he had traveled through time, why not dress him like a native of New Tokyo? At least he wouldn't have to worry about being able to stay here in the future.

Shaking his head, he said goodbye to Yuta Aida for the time being, and Higashinohara took the train home first.

Although working is a guarantee of life, he also knows what his foundation is in this world, and he will definitely not fall behind in daily exercise.

...

Back at the apartment, Higashinohara had been thinking about the missing Nishimaru Miri today, so he couldn't help but go to the third floor to find Satoru Aragaki from the detective office to inquire about today's progress.

The result is...no news yet.

Perhaps because Higashinohara was a little disappointed, Aragaki Satoru smiled and patted Higashinohara's shoulder, "Don't worry, the Metropolitan Police Department has taken these disappearance cases seriously, and the files have been transferred from the Smiling Tiger of the Investigation Section 1 to the Third Investigation

Form the Thirteenth Team. My daughter said that the captain of the Thirteenth Team is a reliable guy and I believe he will be found soon."

The third investigation team?

Higashinohara thought of the crisp arrest at the station that night, and he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. The people in the Third Investigation Team were indeed much more reliable than the police from the Metropolitan Police Department.

But remembering what Shunsuke Nishimaru said about oranges, Higashinohara frowned again, feeling that the disappearance of Miria Nishimaru was not as simple as it seemed.

But now he wants to investigate but there is no way to start.

There are twenty-three administrative districts in New Tokyo, with a population of tens of millions. If he just wants to find someone, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. He can only wait for further news from the third investigation team.
To be continued...