Meisa lay on the hospital bed without responding. The young nurse next to her had the most beautiful and professional smile on her face, and there was no drop of sweat on her face.

After a long time, Meisha said in a low voice: "Mother-in-law, where is the fat mother-in-law?"

"Do you mean Mrs. Shimizu? Mrs. Shimizu is undergoing treatment..."

"Impossible, she was obviously hit by a bullet, it was you, you who killed her." Misa's emotions became excited again.

The young nurse was sweating on her forehead.

In the equipment, the male voice was still gentle: "Miss Mesa, what misunderstandings may have you made? The bullets we fired are all anesthesia bombs with very little power, so now you can wake up so quickly. We can also call up the monitoring of Mrs. Qingshui's ward for you. Do you need to take a look?"

The analysis room has made Meisha’s psychological model. Under the modern Internet, ordinary people have nowhere to hide from the outside or inside.

Your music player records will sell your ears, your video viewing preferences will sell your eyes, your search engines will sell your invisible people's habits and recent situations, and the chat records of communication tools will sell your language style and small actions...

After packing all the information, a model that knows itself better than you is built.

There was still a strong sense of suspicion in Misa's eyes, but when she heard that she could confirm the fat mother-in-law's situation, she nodded skeptically.

Directly opposite the Mesa bed, a screen stretched out from the wall.

"Fat mother-in-law."

There is another white ward on the screen. Under the care of two nurses and doctors who were pleasing to the eye, the fat mother-in-law lay on the hospital bed with a calm expression, breathing smoothly, and on the electrocardiogram... Although Meisa couldn't understand the electrocardiogram, she also understood that the waves that fluctuated meant that the fat mother-in-law was still alive.

It seemed as if I felt someone calling me, and the fat mother-in-law's eyelids moved slightly, but she still didn't wake up.

"Miss Mesa, as you can see, due to the mistakes of the sudden attack on the troops, Mrs. Kiyomizu is still in a coma. We are very sorry for the troubles caused to you, but you don't have to worry that Mrs. Kiyomizu will get our best treatment and will wake up in less than a few days."

As he said that, the screen even closer, and Misa could see the fat mother-in-law's expression more clearly.

Seeing the weak and pale face of the fat mother-in-law, Misa's eyes were heartache, and her lips were trembling: "Fat mother-in-law, it's okay, Fat mother-in-law, Wang Yue is so worried about you..."

Capturing the words "fat mother-in-law" and "looking at the moon", the elites in the analysis room immediately started to analyze.

For Mesa and Mrs. Shimizu, they have collected all kinds of information and established a complete psychological model for Mesa. However, the elites have not yet established sufficient connections with the relationship between Mesa and Mrs. Shimizu.

"I found it out. In the orphanage where Shimizu once worked, there was a female orphan named Moritsuki who was adopted by a family when she was nine years old."

"According to the established model analysis, Qingshui, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, may have mistakenly recognized his target for Moon Qianzhizi during his lifetime."

"The first time I woke up, the target remembered Mrs. Shimizu. It seems that the relationship between the two parties established in a short period of time exceeded previous expectations."

The operation room, analysis room, security room, laboratory... The base is divided into departments and coordinated by the operation room.

This is a state of fighting as a big war. In fact, the combat power that the Mesa broke out can be regarded as a big war when the scale of modern wars is small. This kind of supernatural existence of human form, street fighting is her natural main battlefield.

If you encounter such an extraordinary existence in the city, it is not enough to get in one row! The opponent's frontal combat power may not be enough, but the elusive trajectory is terrifying.

The big guy in the war room listened to the report from the analysis room and combined with Mesa's emotional reaction, everyone smiled with peace of mind.

"It's not in vain to spend so much money on it."

"Tsk, the technology has now advanced to this point."

A big man took off his eyes, turned his head and smiled at his left and right, "If others hadn't said this was CG technology, I wouldn't have seen it."

The so-called alive Mrs. Shimizu is just a picture forged with technology.

In a whole week, the base had already made detailed response plans.

Mrs. Kimizu also collected technicians from Mifang's top CG studio at all costs, and created a picture that was enough to make the real ones fake in the shortest time.

Every second and every frame are burning money!

The last time Mi Fang did this in history was to produce "Snafu" during World War II.

As for the real Grandma Qingshui, if she was really swept by anesthesia bomb, she might be able to leave her entire body, but all the dead who were stabbed by bony bone spurs at the scene became indescribable things. If the truth was told, the target would probably go crazy at the first time. From another perspective, this is also a lie of kindness - this is the comfort of the person who led the plan to his own heart.

In addition to this huge and inconvenient CG, another special actor is also in a busy "production". According to Mrs. Shimizu in the photo, the top plastic surgery expert gave a carefully plastic surgery on an elderly female actor of similar size, from the face to the palm, the throat and skin.

Even though the operation is already extremely fast, the special actors are still in the stage of healing and vocal training, and are not useful at present.

After a few yells, tears appeared in the corners of Misa's eyes, but suddenly, her eyes suddenly contracted, and the voice of Master Bone Girl came from the air!

Tokyo, Adachi District.

Mizuno Sora's hand that made the three-color dumpling suddenly paused, and another bond relationship was established! And it was the bond level of LV2 when it came out.

In addition to LV1's shared vision and spiritual calls, LV2 has one more arrival!

[Advent: A brief arrival at the target, the length of the arrival time is inversely proportional to the intensity of the arrival, and the intensity of the arrival is proportional to the physical fitness of the target.]

After roughly understanding the meaning of the new skill, Mizuno Sora sensed that it was Misa who established a bond relationship with him.

The understanding of skills can be said before and after, and what he is more curious about now is Mesa.

"Misa." Sora Mizuno started a spiritual call.

In the laboratory, Mesa's emotions were significantly excited, and it was reflected on the screen that the blood flow rate suddenly accelerated: "Mr. Bone Girl."

"Don't be excited, tell me what you are doing now." Mizuno Sora pinched the Marubo silently and activated the shared vision at the same time.

The laboratory environment is reflected in Sora Mizuno's brain.

The environment where Mesa is located is very strange, as if she is in a ward.

The big guy behind the island country's supernatural attacks narrowed his eyes, holding the Maruko's hand with a little force, and an invisible anger rose from his eyes.

Mesa was caught and seemed to be controlled in the ward.

"Hello, come twenty three-colored dumplings." Yuki Shirata stretched out five fingers, "If there weren't so many, I would have to do it all."

"Here you come!" Mizuno Sora suddenly straightened his waist, holding a tricolor ball in his hand.

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Chapter completed!