Looking at the woman with long brown hair in front of her, a trace of complexity flashed through Mikoto's eyes.

How should I evaluate her?

A crazy scientist? Or a good teacher?

"Why are you here?" Mikoto tried hard to suppress her breathing and stared at the woman in front of her, "Is it the one you did this time?"

"What if I say yes?" Harutoki Kiyama was slightly stunned, as if he was surprised that the girl did not come up directly to electrocut him. Then he looked at Mikoto with a smile and said softly.

"You..." For some reason, although she knew that Harusheng of Muyama was not a bad person, her tone of voice successfully aroused Mikoto's anger every time. Looking at Harusheng of Muyama, for some reason, Mikoto thought of the slutty smile of the Qing Palace in an instant, which made her hate her so much that she couldn't help but feel angry.

"Damn it!" Mikoto couldn't stand this smile the most. She couldn't help but get angry at the time, and the electric current in her body sizzled. The blue and white arc suddenly turned into a big blow, "If it were you, I would never let you go!"

“Buzz…”

The entire institute seemed to have come alive in an instant. From the bottom floor, the houses were called in an instant, like a long snake, circling and illuminating. In an instant, the entire institute was brightly lit, and the security system that had originally hung up was also activated, and an alarm sounded throughout the laboratory.

"Uh..." After shouting this sentence as if he was venting, Mikoto was shocked to find that the electricity in the entire institute had recovered instantly in the venting electric shock...

"It's really helpless." Harutoki Kiyama sighed helplessly, and there was a hint of speechlessness in his eyes when he looked at Mikoto, which made Mikoto, who was already very embarrassed, unable to help but grind her teeth with shame.

After a while.

"You are really good." In the royal blue sports car, Harusheng Mushan said lightly, not knowing whether he was making more jokes or being more indifferent in his tone, "he actually caused an electric shock to the entire building..."

"The road-free race! I don't want to be like that!" Mikoto curled her lips unhappily and glanced at Haruki Kiyama, "So, what are you doing here? How did you get bailed?"

"Every lady who is sitting in my car likes to question me with her face lengthened." Harusheng Mushan sighed helplessly, "It's time to consider changing a car next time."

"Answer my question, hey!" Mikoto was furious, "Why do you hate it as much as that guy..." She gritted her teeth in the last sentence, which made her voice very light, but she did not hide it from Harusheng Kiyama's ears.

"Then I'm really honored." Harutoki Kiyama chuckled and said indifferently under Mikoto's shameful gaze, "But I'm sorry, if you have any questions, I'll ask later. We..."

"Go to a place first..."

Harutoki Kiyama's royal blue sports car has good performance. Although it was damaged last time in the Fantasy Mashu incident, it did not affect its use after the repair. Soon, the car stopped at the back door of a hospital.

"Here." Haruto Kiyama got out of the car and said lightly to Mikoto behind her.

Looking at Harusheng Kiyama's slightly lonely back, Mikoto pursed her lips and followed.

After passing through the dim corridor, Harutoki Kiyama stopped in front of a gate with a password. He pointed his finger slightly and clicked, and the door slowly opened. The two walked in. The moment they entered, Mikoto's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"This is......!"

In the empty room, transparent glass divides the room into two parts: light and darkness. Mikoto and the others are at this end, and the darkness of the night covers this part, and the other end of the glass is flashing with white light, but what the light shines on is not a sacred angel, but an operating table like a coffin.

"He told you." Harusheng Muyama walked forward slowly, gently stroked the glass, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes, "They are my students."

"Why are they... here?!" Mikoto looked at the children who were asleep in surprise, turned her head to look at Haruho Kiyama, with anger in her eyes, "Is it really caused by you that the messy and openness?"

"You can say that." Harutoki Muyama sighed and said softly.

"You..." Mikoto couldn't help clenching her fists, a hint of anger flashing in her amber eyes.

"Calm down, Misaka." At this moment, a light sigh interrupted Mikoto, which made her turn her head in shock. At the other end of her sight, two figures slowly appeared. The old man with a frog face smiled gently at her, while the young man slowly took off the fox mask on his head and sighed.

"Really, I actually powered up that research institute." Qing Gong sighed helplessly, "If I hadn't been to it in advance and I would have to be locked in the research institute by you."

"You...why are you here?" Mikoto was startled when she saw Qinggong, then she saw that the latter was wearing a fox's mask on her head, her face turned slightly red. She hurriedly took off the mask on her head. When she looked at the old man next to her, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned. She subconsciously glanced at the mask in her hand, twitched slightly, and then she realized that she was rude and hurriedly hid the mask behind her.

This action was so cute that not only made Qing Gong laugh, but even the soul chasing in the underworld beside him couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"So...what is going on?" Mikoto looked at Qinggong and the soul-chasinging soul beside her, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"I'll tell you slowly." Qing Gong put away the smile on his face, sighed lightly, and spoke slowly.

A few hours ago.

"Uncle, those children... have they all arranged for you?" Qing Gong rushed into the office of the Soul Chasing Office of the Underworld and spoke immediately.

"Yes." The soul-chasing soul nodded slightly, "Professor Mushan asked me to treat these children, but..." He sighed, "As a doctor, are there any helpless times?"

"Uncle, can't you cure these children?" Qing Gong's heart trembled slightly and asked hurriedly.

In his mind, my father was called the Soul Chasing in the Underworld. In this world, except for Shangjo's memory, there should be no disease that he cannot cure. However, at this moment, the tone of Soul Chasing in the Underworld made the Qing Palace feel a little uneasy.

"It's not that it can't be cured..." the old man sighed, "Just..."

"Just what?" Qing Gong asked hurriedly.

"There are some special reasons." The Soul Chasing the Underworld sighed, "Also, you should be familiar with the name Kihara Huansheng, right?"

Hearing this name, Qing Gong's eyes moved slightly, and his hands clenched into fists without realizing it, trembling slightly.

"Haha... it's not just a stranger." Qing Gong raised his lips and showed a chilling smile, "The Kihara clan... is my great benefactor..."

"The incident three years ago may not be without the shadow of Kihara Huansheng." Seeing the Qing Palace's expression, the Underworld couldn't help but sigh, "It's best to be careful in this incident."

"I won't let those things be discovered." Qing Gong said coldly, "If there are some things, just let the darkness solve them."

"I really don't know whether it's right or wrong to do this." The old man sighed, "The order above has been sent down and I want to hand over these children."

"That bastard..." Qinggong recalled the woman with long chestnut hair in his mind, and couldn't help but grit her teeth, "Let her go to hell sooner or later!"

"I know you used another identity three years ago." The old man turned his head and looked at Qinggong, with a trace of wisdom flashing in his eyes, "Don't forget, who was Muyama Harusheng on bail?"

"I'll let..." Qing Gong replied subconsciously. Before he could finish his words, a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on his face.

Something happened will be updated tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)
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