A Scientific Urban Detective

“Then I'll leave it to you, Sogiita Gunha!” Although Lin Wuming was sitting on the hospital bed, he still tried his best to bow to express his gratitude.

Because what Sogiita Gunha was going to do was basically forced on him by Lin Wuming, asking him to help patch things up and fix bugs. He really owed him a considerable favor.

Sogiita Gunha left the ward with the armband. Lin Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. Only the last armband remained in the box in front of him.

“There's only one left…” Lin Wuming leaned back on the hospital bed, “And it's one that can't be sent out at all…”

Thinking of this, Lin Wuming couldn't help but complain: “Who can tell me, who exactly is the Sixth?”

Come to think of it, the position of the Sixth was also blacked out when the new rankings were announced that day, and only two thick horizontal lines could be seen.

And until Lin Wuming transmigrated, the original plot didn't seem to explicitly state the identity of the “Sixth.” Therefore, even though he was a transmigrator, he didn't know the true identity of the Sixth.

Lin Wuming even suspected that the Sixth had a superpower to reduce their presence.

Until he contacted Sogiita Gunha yesterday, Lin Wuming hadn't seriously thought about what to do with the “Number Six” armband.

Just like the “Sixth” himself, who existed as a matter of course, but no one knew who he was—this “Number Six” armband also lay in the box in a grand manner, and every time Lin Wuming checked, he would subconsciously ignore it…

“Wuming, she's here.” Just then, Komori Tsumiki opened the door and entered.

Behind her, a girl with a large forehead wearing a certain high school uniform followed into the ward.

It was Misaka Seria herself.

Misaka Seria was very polite and brought a bouquet of flowers as a get-well gift.

But she wasn't so polite in her words.

“This is the third time we've met in just one week,” Misaka Seria said, “Lin Wuming, you've been looking for me so often, could it be that you've fallen in love with me?”

Although she said that, the expression on Misaka Seria's face didn't even have a hint of “just kidding.”

It was like… serious mockery.

“Please be a little more self-aware, aren't you a little too full of yourself, old lady~” Shokuhou Misaki, who followed into the ward, rarely showed her barbs.

But this level of sarcasm was nothing to Misaka Seria.

As a high school student, she had plenty of leeway to deal with Shokuhou Misaki, who was still in elementary school.

She looked back at Shokuhou Misaki and said, “If I wanted to, I could actually be very charming.”

As she said that, Misaka Seria reached out and took off her signature hairband, slightly tidying up her bangs.

After covering her large forehead, Misaka Seria seemed to have changed into a completely different person, becoming a beautiful girl with delicate features.

Not to mention her magnificent peaks that could turn a standard-size uniform shirt into a crop top…

Honestly, even without letting her hair down, Misaka Seria could be called a “very charming” girl.

However, Lin Wuming had been living with Yomiikawa Aiho, so he had developed some resistance to the giant breasts attribute.

So his attention was indeed more focused on Misaka Seria's face—she was truly a rare sight without her large forehead.

Lin Wuming was not good at dealing with this type of offensive, so he simply chose not to respond.

As always, he went straight to the point.

Taking out the last armband, Lin Wuming explained the purpose of inviting her over.

—He hoped that Misaka Seria could take the “Number Six” armband and use the Board of Directors' channels to deliver it to the hands of the Sixth.

“I don't want to,” Misaka Seria refused outright, “This is the idea you came up with, Wuming. It was agreed from the beginning that you would dispose of all the armbands yourself.”

“But I really can't find the whereabouts of the Sixth,” Lin Wuming said, “Look, I don't even have his name or gender information!”

“That's not my problem,” Misaka Seria said, “Since you can't find him, just keep it yourself and look for him slowly in the future.”

With that, Misaka Seria put her hairband back on and took her leave.

“I hate that woman!” After Misaka Seria left, Shokuhou Misaki said without hiding her feelings.

“Yeah, me too. I've hated her ever since I first saw her!” Very rarely, Komori Tsumiki agreed with her on something.

“That's right,” Komori Tsumiki said mercilessly, “Because that woman is very similar to you… in terms of the feeling she gives off.”

Shokuhou Misaki's eyebrows stood on end, and she was about to retort, but she suddenly remembered her image in the “future”—which didn't seem to be inferior to Misaka Seria's size.

So the words that had already reached her lips were swallowed back down.

—Although she knew that Komori Tsumiki definitely wasn't referring to her appearance or figure.

In fact, on this point, Shokuhou Misaki also agreed with Komori Tsumiki. That Misaka Seria was indeed very similar to her—in terms of controlling people's hearts.

It was precisely because of the similarity in their “character roles” that Shokuhou Misaki didn't like Misaka Seria.

In this regard, Komori Tsumiki was indeed right.

Shokuhou Misaki suddenly lost her interest in continuing to argue.

Lin Wuming then put away the “Number Six” armband and said, “It looks like it's going to be difficult to send this one out.”

“We can only look for him slowly, right?” Shokuhou Misaki said.

Knowing the plot of the original work, she also knew the mysteriousness of the Sixth. In order to help Lin Wuming complete his plan, she had been trying to collect information about the Sixth in recent days, but to no avail.

Whether in the original plot or in the real world, no one seemed to know the specific identity information of that Sixth.

“Legend,” Iruka Archery, who had come along, suddenly said, “I heard a urban legend that the mysterious Sixth is the 'nemesis of the dark side organizations'. It is said that the city's top management cultivated him as a secret weapon to restrain those dark side organizations, so his identity information is strictly confidential.”

“There's such a saying?” Lin Wuming clicked his tongue and said, “But considering that two Level 5s have already become members of dark side organizations, it's not surprising to set up a safety valve targeting them.”

Of course, that's what he said, but Lin Wuming held a skeptical attitude towards the credibility of this urban legend.

Even if there really was such an “nemesis of the dark side” existence, it probably wouldn't be the real Sixth.

“Since we can't find anyone, then just find a place to put it away,” Komori Tsumiki said indifferently.

In her opinion, this was just an armband, and there was no need to be too serious about it.

After all, the most crucial “Number One” in Lin Wuming's plan had already been successfully sent out, and the rest were just extras.

“Well, that's the only way,” Lin Wuming nodded and said.

As he said that, he casually stuffed the armband into his pocket.