A Scientific Urban Detective

Lin Wuming turned his head, thinking he was hallucinating.

"What's wrong?" the nurse behind him asked.

"No, it's nothing..." Lin Wuming shook his head and straightened himself again.

Since both his arms and legs were in casts, making it nearly impossible to move, he had to rely on others for mobility.

However, Lin Wuming wasn't too worried about his injuries. Besides the doctor's assurances, the main reason was that he had awakened "Inner Force." With "Inner Force" enhancing him, healing injuries was a piece of cake, right?

The only thing that concerned Lin Wuming was that his "Inner Force" seemed a bit strange.

After more than a day of adaptation and experimentation, Lin Wuming found that this "Inner Force" seemed different from what he had expected.

Although it was also possible that he hadn't mastered the specific knowledge of meridians and acupoints, which was why he couldn't get started?

However, the "Inner Force Emission" was becoming increasingly proficient, and unusually so.

Lin Wuming felt... that this "Inner Force" wasn't a power used for combat, but more like one or many invisible "hands" that could move objects according to his will, or perform attacks and defenses.

For example, when he wanted to drink water, the glass on the bedside table would float to his mouth, and it was similar when he wanted to eat or grab anything else.

It gave Lin Wuming the illusion that his hands weren't injured at all.

--Could this be the legendary "Dragon Grasping Skill" or "Crane Control Skill"?

Lin Wuming couldn't help but imagine, secretly planning to ask the doctors here to see if he could get some basic guidance. After all, he seemed to have transmigrated into a world of universal martial arts, so some basic knowledge shouldn't be hard to obtain.

This wasn't just Lin Wuming's wild guess. The white-haired teenager he met when he fell from the building yesterday looked like a master.

Moreover, the girl in the same hospital room as Lin Wuming at this time looked calm when she saw him levitating objects, as if she was used to it.

This further strengthened Lin Wuming's deduction.

Maybe this girl is also a martial arts master--Lin Wuming now thinks everyone looks like a master--maybe he can ask her for advice first.

Although Lin Wuming before the transmigration was already thirty years old, the age of this body after the transmigration was only thirteen or fourteen, which didn't seem older than the girl in the next bed. It should be normal to ask a "senior" for advice, right?

"Uh... beauty?" Lin Wuming tried to start a conversation.

The blonde girl glared over, her emerald eyes radiating a fierce light, as if piercing through him like a sword!

Because this girl was so imposing, Lin Wuming's first attempt at conversation ended in failure.

After seeing the girl's face, Lin Wuming immediately realized where he went wrong--

Judging from the facial contours and features, this blonde, blue-eyed mixed-race girl could indeed be called a little beauty. But the problem was that there were several crisscrossing scars on her face, almost ruining the right half of her face!

Before, because her hair covered it, and Lin Wuming was focused on "cultivating Inner Force," he hadn't noticed this.

Habitually calling such a girl a "beauty" probably sounded more like mockery than praise to her, right?

But in this situation, apologizing was obviously inappropriate. Lin Wuming felt a little embarrassed and had to lie back on the bed awkwardly.

"Idiot!" came an impolite comment from the next bed.

"Hufeng, you can't bully your roommate!" Just then, the doctor pushed the door open and entered.

"Sakurai-sensei," the blonde, blue-eyed girl--Hufeng Toumi said, "I didn't bully him."

"It was my fault first, I'm really sorry..." Lin Wuming took the opportunity to apologize, then looked at the doctor.

The person who came to the ward was a very maternal female doctor, and even the loose white coat couldn't hide the proud peaks in front of her chest.

Lin Wuming's gaze was naturally attracted to it, and then his eyes were locked on the name tag on her chest.

He didn't see the "Sakurai" that Hufeng Toumi called out; the name tag said "Hutou Bu" in three Chinese characters.

As far as the name was concerned, especially for a beauty's name, it was really a bit strange.

But Lin Wuming's focus wasn't here; he suddenly realized the details that he had been ignoring for the past two days since the transmigration.

--Japanese! The small characters below the name tag, the text that wrote the position and identity information, were Japanese!

Thinking carefully, in the hospital and on the streets yesterday, it seemed that traces of Japanese could be seen everywhere.

--Thinking more carefully, what he had been saying and hearing was also Japanese!

A modern martial arts world in Japan?

"Are you thirsty, Wuming-kun? Would you like some water, or go to the toilet?" Doctor Sakurai came to his side and asked gently, "Eh? Hufeng, did you feed him water?"

Doctor Sakurai was a little surprised to notice the empty glass.

"How could I do such a thing?" Hufeng Toumi said, "It's his own superpower, like Nen or something, right?"

"Superpower? Nen?" Lin Wuming instantly sat up from the bed, "What does that mean?"

"I see!" Doctor Sakurai suddenly understood, "I did hear the doctor mention it."

Seeming to notice the confusion in Lin Wuming's expression, she explained: "Wuming-kun doesn't seem to know yet, although you encountered an unfortunate event this time, you also benefited from it and your superpower was stimulated."

"Superpower..." Lin Wuming repeated the key word, still with an unbelievable look on his face.

"The preliminary judgment is that you are a 'Nen User' who manipulates Nen, with a strength of about level 3; the specific measurement will be carried out in two days after your injury stabilizes, and there will be a more accurate test report by then." Doctor Sakurai said gently, "But don't worry, the ability level will not be lower, so you are at least a strong ability user, and may even become a level 4 great ability user, congratulations, Wuming-kun!"

"Level 3 strong ability, level 4 great ability..." With enough keywords, Lin Wuming finally realized that he had not transmigrated to a modern urban martial arts world, but...

"Academy City?"

Doctor Sakurai nodded: "Wuming-kun also knows the system of our Academy City, right? After officially registering as a level 3, the monthly scholarship is quite generous, and you don't have to worry about going back to your past life anymore!"

Lin Wuming nodded blankly. No wonder he felt that his "Inner Force" was so strange. It turned out that it wasn't "Inner Force" at all, but "Nen" among superpowers!

In this way, all kinds of incongruous details could be explained. "Nen," this all-purpose superpower, could indeed be used as an "invisible hand."

After a while, Lin Wuming almost jumped out of bed: "Wait, so, wasn't that 'starry-eyed' girl yesterday Shokuhou Misaki!"

At that moment, Lin Wuming thought a lot. The first thing was that his transmigrator identity couldn't be kept!

But then he thought again--so what?

Even if he said it, how many people would believe it?

Moreover, Shokuhou Misaki is also on the side of the good guys in the benevolent camp, so it doesn't matter if she knows some secrets... or rather, there is no other way.

But if Chairman Aleister or those crazy scientists of the Kihara family knew his origins, then it would be really over.

Moreover, compared to the modern martial arts world, Academy City is an environment that Lin Wuming is more familiar with. Not to mention using the "transmigrator's" prophetic ability to stir up trouble, it's not difficult to live a low-key and peaceful life.

Not to mention, according to the market situation that he inquired from Doctor Sakurai, the monthly scholarship for a level 3 strong ability user is 100,000 to 200,000 yen, which is more than enough to maintain a solitary life!

For Lin Wuming, who used to be a senior worker, or to put it more bluntly, a so-called "wage slave," is there a more suitable "lying flat" environment than this?

While chatting with Doctor Sakurai, Lin Wuming had already outlined his life plan for the next few years in his mind.

Lie down! Strive to lie through the main plot of A Certain Magical Index all the way, and enjoy his second life peacefully and quietly!

As for making full use of this "transmigration" opportunity to do something... unfortunately, Lin Wuming really couldn't muster that motivation.

As a worker who has experienced social training, or to put it more bluntly, a so-called "corporate slave," Lin Wuming has long passed the age of being chuuni; saving the world or spending a regretless youth is no longer suitable for a psychological "old man" like him.

Of course, if it was really a martial arts world, that would be another matter, after all, the martial arts dream in a man's heart will never be extinguished!

After chatting with Lin Wuming for a while, Doctor Sakurai called Hufeng Toumi from the next bed and left the ward together.

Or rather, Hufeng Toumi was the patient that the doctor was mainly responsible for, and Lin Wuming was just taken care of along the way.

However, Lin Wuming didn't care. He lay on the bed and continued to try his Nen with great interest.

In the current situation where his limbs couldn't move, "Nen," this most classic superpower, was the most suitable helper. It could completely replace his hands and feet, allowing him to move freely like a normal person.

He didn't know if it was a standard golden finger for transmigrators, but Lin Wuming mastered his superpower very quickly.

After training for another half an hour, he could even use Nen to directly lift his body up, achieving "hovering flight."

"If I could have mastered this trick yesterday, I wouldn't have fallen so badly..." Lin Wuming muttered to himself.

He didn't know how much output a standard level 3 "Nen User" had, but after Lin Wuming tried it himself, he found that he could easily lift at least half a ton of mass.

As for further... unfortunately, there was no more "weight" in the ward to experiment with.

So, Lin Wuming forgot the pain of his body, used Nen to move himself to the wheelchair by the bed, and then pushed the wheelchair out of the ward by himself through Nen.

He was going to the bathroom. With Nen, it was very convenient, so he didn't have to bother others, and it was also very embarrassing.

Fortunately, language and writing were not a problem, so it was not difficult to find the bathroom.

However, when Lin Wuming came out of the bathroom, he was stunned to see that the entire inpatient floor had almost identical rooms.

"Which room was I in again?"