A Scientific Urban Detective

"How is the child's condition?"

Outside the hospital's emergency room, a long-haired woman in a dark blue uniform—security guard Izumi Kawakawa Aiho—asked in a low voice.

Beside her were two other security guards in the same uniform, and two doctors in white coats.

"The fractures in his hands and feet are quite severe, and there are varying degrees of rupture in his internal organs, but nothing too serious. Other than that, everything is normal," the male doctor commented.

"Everything is normal?"

"Considering he fell from over forty stories, it's already good that he only sustained this level of injury," the doctor shrugged. "It's practically a miracle."

"Could it be because that child lent a hand?" one of the male security guards said. "After all, he's the number one Level 5. His ability should be able to…"

"It wasn't him," the doctor shook his head. "If he had intervened, this child wouldn't have been injured at all. However, his ability was involved in the subsequent treatment of the injuries—thanks to him, this child didn't show any symptoms of blood loss."

The female security guard said with emotion: "But that Level 5 has a bad personality and refuses to cooperate with our investigation at all. It's such a headache…"

"After all, he's a Level 5. It's normal for him to have some personality. In this city, they naturally have all kinds of privileges…" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho said. "I'll think of a way."

"As expected of Senior Izumi Kawakawa, you're so reliable!"

Through the one-way glass, you could see the scene in the ward. The boy who had the 'fall accident' not long ago was receiving treatment in the ward.

"Has his identity been found out?" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho asked again.

The two security guards under her looked at each other, and then spat out a word: "Scrap Pile…"

"I thought so… An abandoned child," Izumi Kawakawa Aiho sighed for a long time.

"The plan in the 'Library' is almost blank," the female security guard said. "Even the name is blank…"

"Blank?"

"Yes, the registered surname is Kobayashi, and the name is blank." The female security guard said, "According to the notes, this child's nickname in the orphanage is Kobayashi Nana…"

"Nana? A girl?" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho asked in confusion.

"No," the female security guard shook her head. "It means the number seven—he is the seventh unnamed abandoned child taken in by the orphanage. And his surname is because the cardboard box containing the baby had the words 'Kobayashi Fruit Industry' written on it…"

"That's… casual!" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho said.

"According to the notes," the female security guard continued, "the director of the orphanage plans to decide their names after they grow up, so they all left it blank when registering…"

"What about that orphanage?"

"It closed down a year ago due to poor management."

"As expected, he was caught up in some illegal experiment?" the male security guard speculated. "Today, he was driven to a dead end while escaping and was knocked down and fell—there are signs of a heavy blow to the back of his head."

"That building…" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho frowned and asked.

"We checked it. It's just an ordinary office building. Everything is normal—" the female security guard said, "At least on the surface, we can't find any flaws."

"It seems we can only directly ask this unfortunate and lucky little guy." Izumi Kawakawa Aiho looked at the ward again, "Also, arrange for people to protect him. I'm worried someone will silence him."

The female doctor, who had been silent all along, suddenly said: "Regarding this, I have some bad news. This child may have amnesia. He doesn't seem to remember anything from the past. He has some problems with his memory and mental state."

"Is it because of the injury to the back of his head?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out," the female doctor said. "But there is also good news—we tested the strength of his AIM diffusion field, and we can basically determine that his ability level should have reached Level 3. It is precisely because of this strong ability that he survived the fall, right?"

"Level 3 strong ability… What type is it?" Izumi Kawakawa Aiho asked.

"It's not clear yet. This requires specialized equipment," the doctor shook her head. "Based on experience, I judge that there is a high possibility that he is a telekinetic user."

Izumi Kawakawa Aiho nodded: "This is indeed good news."

Level 3 can already be regarded as a "high-level ability user." In this city with "superpower development" as its theme, ability level almost means everything.

The degree of importance attached to a Level 3 strong ability user and a Level 0 powerless abandoned child are completely two different things.

At least, when applying for special protection from the security forces for him, saying that he is protecting a Level 3 can save a lot of trouble.

"Then, I'll go in and chat for a bit." Izumi Kawakawa Aiho nodded.

...

It seems he really has amnesia, it's not a disguise—Izumi Kawakawa Aiho sighed in her heart. As a senior security guard, she has her own set of skills in observing words and expressions, and she can almost always tell whether the person in front of her is lying.

With a light sigh, Izumi Kawakawa Aiho showed a gentle smile and looked at the boy lying on the hospital bed: "Don't be afraid, and don't be nervous… Do you remember your name?"

"Um…" The boy frowned, as if recalling, "Number Zero Zero Seven."

After transmigrating, Lin Wang did not inherit too many memories from the original owner, but vaguely remembered that others called him "Zero Zero Seven"—he only retained this because it was related to the famous series of movies from his previous life.

—Number?

Izumi Kawakawa Aiho and the two security guards behind her looked at each other, with some pity in their eyes. It seemed that he was indeed a victim who had escaped from an illegal research institute, deprived of his name and only given a number.

"According to the identity file, your surname is tentatively Kobayashi," Izumi Kawakawa Aiho said, "As for the name… it is currently unnamed."

"Unnamed?" Lin Wang's eyes lit up. As a martial arts world—even a modern urban martial arts world—what name could be more appropriate than "Unnamed"?

He even planned to learn the erhu after his injury healed…

"No, I mean you don't have a name, but you can give yourself one." Izumi Kawakawa Aiho quickly explained, and explained the reason to him.

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"That's great, I'll call myself Lin Wuming!" Lin Wang—Lin Wuming said immediately.

"No problem," Izumi Kawakawa Aiho nodded, "I will help you with the relevant procedures. Please rest well next."

I wanted him to cooperate with my investigation, but this child really has amnesia, so Izumi Kawakawa Aiho didn't want to continue disturbing and stimulating him.

She decided to visit him again in two days, after Lin Wuming's injuries had stabilized slightly and he could leave the special care ward, to see if he could recover some memories.

As a result, two days passed, and of course there was no sign of Lin Wuming's memory recovering.

Izumi Kawakawa Aiho could only continue to tell him to rest and recuperate well, and then left somewhat disappointed.

However, Lin Wuming felt that his injuries were recovering well, perhaps because he had awakened "internal energy", and his body's self-healing power had also been enhanced?

In short, he could already be transferred to an ordinary ward for recuperation and treatment.

Just as Lin Wuming was preparing to move wards, he did not realize that someone was observing him from behind the one-way glass.

This combination was rather strange. The two men in white coats did not look like doctors from the hospital; the two men in black suits and sunglasses had serious expressions, and the muscles under their clothes almost burst their clothes. One vigilantly observed the surroundings, while the other focused his attention on a little girl in front of him.

"Soki-kun," the older man in the white coat asked, "Is this boy lying? Does he really have amnesia?"

The girl with blond hair and bright starry eyes showed a bored expression: "He's not lying. But rather than amnesia… it's more like an explosion of delusional power, right? He doesn't even remember that this is Academy City, but insists on thinking it's some world of modern samurai and ninjas."

"His brain is really broken," the younger man in the white coat nodded with satisfaction. "It seems that there is no need to carry out a cover-up operation—it is indeed a bit tricky to do this under the eyes of the security forces."

The old man glanced at him: "Be careful, your mouths are so loose. To be honest, I already regret coming to help. Let's go back, Soki-kun."

The blonde girl seemed to have heard nothing and obediently followed the old man and turned to leave.

At the same time, the door of the intensive care unit was also pushed open, and a nurse came out pushing a wheelchair.

Lin Wuming was sitting in the wheelchair, just brushing past the old man and the girl who were coming from the opposite direction in the corridor.

In this situation, it was difficult not to notice the delicate and beautiful girl.

—So, there really are starry eyes in reality!

Lin Wuming couldn't help but think.

—Idiot!

The girl's clear scolding voice came.

Lin Wuming quickly turned his head, but found that no one else seemed to have heard the voice just now.

He couldn't help but wonder, could I be hallucinating?