A Scientific Urban Detective

“Wu Ming, thank you so much this time!” In the hospital room, Kamijou Touma, wrapped like a mummy, sincerely expressed his gratitude.

And he seemed to be in good spirits.

Although Kamijou Touma was so badly injured, to a large extent... no, it could even be said that almost all of his injuries were caused by Lin Wu Ming, he wasn't ungrateful.

At least, Kamijou Touma understood the cause and effect of the incident clearly.

——In the emergency situation at the time, Lin Wu Ming was trying to save him when he was affected by those “feathers.”

One could tell from the strand of white hair in front of Lin Wu Ming's forehead that he had indeed been attacked by magic.

If Lin Wu Ming hadn't decisively “invoked” his right hand to exorcise the magic, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

The terrifying power of those “feathers” had already been described by Stiyl and Kanzaki Kaori.

Even these two experts among magicians said that it was a blessing from God that only one person was injured and hospitalized in this incident.

Kamijou Touma felt that it might not be a bad thing that he was the injured person. He always had a good attitude. This time, he was only injured and hospitalized, but he saved his life, and most importantly, he successfully saved Index and lifted the curse that required her to have her memory erased every year.

Being able to achieve this goal was already very fortunate!

Not to mention, Lin Wu Ming had also taken the initiative to cover all the expenses during his hospitalization, which gave Kamijou Touma the illusion that he had finally overcome his hardships and was about to start having good luck.

Leaving aside the easily satisfied Kamijou Touma, Lin Wu Ming turned his gaze to the silver-haired nun in the room—Index Librorum Prohibitorum.

“Miss Index, I’m so glad to see you awake,” Lin Wu Ming greeted with a smile.

“Y-You… Hello, Mr. Lin Wu Ming,” Index said, appearing somewhat restrained.

Unlike Kamijou Touma, whom she was already very familiar with, Index still considered Lin Wu Ming to be on the “stranger” side, even though he was a good person who had helped her.

So naturally, she couldn't be as unreserved as she was with Kamijou Touma, and even bite his head as she pleased.

Index knew that the boy in the wheelchair, like Kamijou Touma, had almost paid the price of his life to save her last night.

One could tell from the white streak in his hair.

Although she had lost consciousness at the time, and it was the Automatic Writing that injured Lin Wu Ming, Index still felt very guilty, and couldn't bring herself to look up when facing Lin Wu Ming.

“Miss Index, you don’t have to worry about these things,” Lin Wu Ming comforted, “Protecting this city is also my responsibility, so even if it wasn’t to save you, I would have taken action in yesterday’s situation.”

Hearing that she had almost caused more innocent civilians to be injured yesterday, Index felt even more guilty.

“Hey, get to the point!” Stiyl said unhappily.

“Help me take a look at this.” Lin Wu Ming touched the white bangs on his forehead. “These few white hairs are really too strange. I can only think that this is some kind of magical effect, right?”

“Cutting them off makes them grow back immediately, and the hospital hasn’t found any problems…” Kamijou Touma looked at his right hand wrapped in plaster. “As expected, it’s an abnormal power. I wonder if my right hand…”

“You should focus on recovering first,” Lin Wu Ming said, shaking his head. “Don’t forget, this is what happened last night because of your ‘Imagine Breaker.’”

If “Imagine Breaker” could really solve the problem of these few white hairs, then they wouldn’t have existed in the first place.

“Uh… sorry?” Kamijou Touma scratched his head with his left hand.

“No, I mean, thanks to your help, otherwise it wouldn’t just be a problem with these few white hairs,” Lin Wu Ming shook his head, then looked at Index again. “Miss Index, I heard that your magical knowledge is very extensive, so can you tell what’s going on with my situation?”

Index carefully observed and touched the white strands of hair with her fingers, studying them for a while.

In the end, she frowned deeply and shook her head helplessly: “I’m sorry, I can’t see any problems either. In fact, since historical records, there have been very few cases of surviving ‘Dragon Breath,’ so it’s impossible to find similar cases. Moreover…”

“And there are no traces of magic,” Kanzaki Kaori continued, “Stiyl and I checked yesterday.”

“Yes.” Index nodded in agreement, then glanced at Kanzaki Kaori with a complicated expression.

Because the “collar” spell placed on her had been lifted, Index would no longer have to have her memory forcibly erased from now on, so Kanzaki Kaori and Stiyl naturally didn't have to play the villains anymore.

After Index woke up this morning, Kanzaki Kaori and Stiyl confessed their identities and cleared up the previous misunderstandings.

However, for Index, she had played so many hide-and-seek games with these two "vicious" magicians throughout the past year, and her footprints had spanned most of the earth.

Now she was being told that these people had suddenly turned from enemies into allies… it was still a little difficult to accept for a while.

“Okay…” Even Index couldn’t see any reason, Lin Wu Ming could only give up continuing to investigate these few white hairs.

The only one left who might know the truth was probably Chairman Aleister, right?

“Don’t worry too much,” Kanzaki Kaori comforted, “After I go back, I’ll ask the Supreme Bishop for advice, maybe she’ll know something.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Lin Wu Ming said.

Then he stopped disturbing the others and said goodbye before leaving.

“Wu Ming-senpai, how was it?”

Seeing Lin Wu Ming and Mifune Tooru leave the hospital room, Misaka Mikoto, who was waiting outside the door, immediately asked.

“No results.” Lin Wu Ming shook his head, touching the white hair on his forehead. “That Miss Index couldn’t see any problems either.”

“Maybe there really isn’t any problem?” Misaka Mikoto said, “Wu Ming-senpai doesn’t need to worry too much.”

Lin Wu Ming raised his finger and cut off the strand of white hair with telekinesis.

The hair slowly fell down—like a feather—but before they fell into Lin Wu Ming’s palm, they had already disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a cloud of stardust-like fine light.

At the same time, that strand of white hair stubbornly reappeared in its original position on his forehead.

“Such a strange phenomenon,” Lin Wu Ming pointed to his forehead and said, “Do you think I can ignore it…?”

“It’s indeed very strange,” Misaka Mikoto admitted.

Who knows if this might be some kind of time bomb that would suddenly explode when people weren't prepared…