A Surprise Dad or a Genetic Mutation? Wolverine's Daughter!
Losing your temper won't solve anything, and overturning the table will only alert the enemy.
Sing Sing carefully noted down all the plans in order and then continued searching through them.
As expected, there was a small cabinet hidden at the very bottom, with an old-fashioned brass lock hanging on it.
The small brass lock was a piece of cake for him, a matter of two seconds.
There were only a few kraft paper bags inside, and the top bag had a familiar family crest printed on its seal.
The Bellflower Crest of the Yashida Family.
With a furrowed brow Sing Sing pulled out a paper bag, untied the thread, and inside was a file.
There is a two-inch ID photo in the file.
The girl in the photo has a high ponytail, delicate features, and a raised chin that exudes a stubbornness.
The name field should read: Kobayashi Amiko.
Sing Sing pictured Logan's pockmarked old face in his mind. How could this human-shaped Beast have hatched such a beautiful high school girl?
If genetics were to follow some rules, this girl should at least have a full beard.
Could it be that Mariko's genes are powerful enough to completely purify Logan's Beast bloodline?
Or... did Logan wear a green hat here back then?
The student record indicates that this Kobayashi Amiko was in the same class as Mitsuhashi and Ito.
Turn to the next page, and you'll find the competency assessment report.
Genetic screening result: negative.
Mutant cell proliferation rate: 0.00%.
Physical and neural response thresholds: standard for ordinary humans.
The last page of the medical examination form was stamped with a black stamp: No X-Gene expression, ruling out the possibility of mutation.
If this girl is Mutants, then everything makes perfect sense.
This school was secretly collecting Mutants material for live chimera modification. Ueda Kenji is the best example of this.
But this written record proves she is completely innocent.
Since Kobayashi Amiko shows no signs of mutation, why is her data locked here?
The remarks section also uses red pen to indicate the individuals under special guardianship, and the implementing body is signed by the school Council.
The Yashida Family wielded immense power in Japan, and Mariko's status was unassailable.
Does her placing her child here indicate trust in the school, or is there another reason?
Or was Mariko was unaware that the school harbored a cannibalistic laboratory?
Is someone on the school Council lying to both sides?
On one hand, they received sponsorship from the Yashida Family, providing the girl with aristocratic protection.
On the other hand, they secretly added her to their guardianship list, using her as a backup bargaining chip or a potential experimental subject.
These tactical bastards are utterly ruthless.
With his thumbs pressed repeatedly, Sing Sing continued taking notes, not missing a single detail about Kobayashi Amiko's information.
"This job is starting to resemble that of a private investigator."
Pack up the equipment and arrange the papers in their original order.
He wound the thread around and around to seal it, and then fastened the brass lock tightly.
Having recovered completely, Sing Sing prepared to leave via the same route, but before he had taken two steps, an alarm sounded downstairs.
"Catch them! Don't let those kids get away!"
Sing Sing paused, crouched down, and reached for the window in the corridor.
Three or four powerful flashlights crisscrossed and swung erratically near the wall, while several dark figures in school uniforms were climbing over it using both hands and feet.
Several security guards below grinned and reached up.
"Sneaking out to surf the internet in the middle of the night? These little brats have so much energy."
The security guards' attention was completely drawn to those unlucky guys; this was practically a godsend for an escape route.
Pushing open the window, Sing Sing flipped over, stepped onto the drainpipe on the exterior wall, and slid down to the grass on the first floor.
With a light touch of the toes, one blends into the night.
The next day.
The classroom of Class 3-D was in chaos as usual.
Sing Sing has been up and about all night, and all he wants now is to find a comfortable position to catch up on sleep.
Beside her, Ichirai Hisako sat calmly in her seat, looking at her textbook.
"Hey, Shi Lai, the school caught two guys climbing over the wall last night. What were they doing running out in the middle of the night?"
I don't know.
"Do you think there might be something unclean under this old school building?"
Ichirai Hisako turned a page in her book, "If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear."
Sing Sing clicked his tongue, grabbed a piece of paper, and quickly sketched a few lines on it.
A head with one half of its face covered by an iron mask, and a long, serrated mechanical tentacle attached to its right shoulder.
This is exactly what Ueda Kenji looked like after he was transformed when they met in the underground air-raid shelter.
The drawing is rather rough, but the features are very accurate.
He pretended to stretch, and with a casual push of his elbow, the paper floated to the side of Ichirai Hisako's textbook.
Oops, my hand slipped.
Sing Sing didn't move, his eyes were fixed on his deskmate.
When an average high school girl sees this kind of simple monster drawing, her first reaction would definitely be to dislike it or complain that it's ugly.
Ichirai Hisako's gaze swept over the picture, and the fingers gripping the book's pages tensed instantly, though the unusual feeling vanished in an instant.
The piece of paper, still attached to the table, was pushed back to Sing Sing's side.
"Your stuff."
Sing Sing stuffed the blueprints into his desk; the answer was already clear.
She'd seen this guy before, and maybe she even knew what shady things were hidden beneath the old school building.
Everyone's playing dumb, let's see who breaks down first.
Sing Sing yawned, then lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest.
When the lunch break bell rang, Sing Sing strolled out of the classroom.
The second-grade students were much more well-behaved than the third-grade students. There were also some people playing around in the hallways, but they weren't as unruly as the third-grade students.
Sing Sing's outfit was very conspicuous in the crowd, but he pretended not to see it and searched along the path of the classroom.
Just as I turned the corner of the north corridor, a shoving sound came from the entrance of the women's restroom.
What's with that look? Are you looking down on us?
Three girls with heavy makeup and school uniform skirts so short they almost reached their thighs were blocking the corner.
The one leading the group, wearing smoky eye makeup and chewing gum, reached out and poked the girl opposite him on the shoulder.
The girl trapped in the middle was Kobayashi Amiko.
Original manga illustration, by Kobayashi Amiko
"Get out of the way."
Kobayashi Amiko raised her hand and slapped the delinquent girl's hand away.
"Oh, you've got quite a temper." The woman with smoky eyes pressed closer, "I saw you get into a black luxury car after school yesterday."
"Isn't your family quite poor? Where did you get the money to ride in that kind of car? You're not doing some shady side job, are you?"
The other two girls burst into laughter.
Sing Sing picked at his ear; these lines about school bullying were so unoriginal, unchanged for years.
Regardless of your status or strength, I'll take over first.
This is a good opportunity. If I just rush out now and chase these girls away, wouldn't it be perfectly natural to hand them a tissue and strike up a conversation?
Just as Sing Sing was about to make his dazzling debut, he suddenly realized that the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
Seeing that Kobayashi Amiko with smoky makeup raised her hand and slapped her delicate face.
"I'm talking to you, don't pretend you're mute!"
Kobayashi Amiko's eyes turned cold. She grabbed the wrist of the woman who was slapping her with her left hand and pulled it down. She took a step back and slipped her right arm under the woman's armpit.
A clean and crisp judo Seoi nage sent the smoky-smoked girl crashing into the trash can by the restroom entrance.
The two girls who were joining in the commotion gaped open.
Seeing the eldest sister lying on the ground convulsing, she screamed in fright and took several steps back.
"Roll!"
The two delinquent girls, feeling like they'd been granted a pardon, put up their smoky eye makeup and ran.
Sing Sing watched from the corner, his expression deeply moved. Could this woman truly be Old Goldhead's descendant?
"Hey you, hiding in the corner peeking, have you seen enough?"