Under Matsuda Jinpei's eager gaze, the Spirit Medium in the alley stood up, brushed the wood chips from his clothes, and walked over into the sunlight like a savior.
Then, with absolutely no intention of switching back, he merely greeted him casually. "Mr. Kurosawa? What a coincidence. Your body's all right now, isn't it?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
He said nothing, but Sato Miwako immediately perked up and looked at him. "Your health isn't good?"
Then, the fairly sharp female police officer belatedly realized something. "Come to think of it, ever since we went rafting at Water World, you haven't made a sound... Why aren't you talking?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." Of course, because the person who could talk suddenly ran off, and I'm just an innocent Ghost Fetus temporarily brought in to take his place...
He had tried hard to make himself less noticeable, yet they had still spotted something off. Meanwhile, the Spirit Medium beside him was watching like he was enjoying the show... Just as Matsuda Jinpei was at a loss, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a ready-made identity.
—Cito, that unlucky tool who had stayed in Myanmar for a while and had his brain damaged after his companion's leg bone was blown away by a landmine, leaving his language system unreliable!
...As long as he played along, he probably would not ruin the character setting his Spirit Medium Master had built for him and be forced to gnaw on those bizarre flavors that tasted so awful they made him question his ghostly existence.
So today was a test of his ability to adapt?
With a ready-made template, plus all those crime dramas Jiang Xia often showed him, Matsuda Jinpei calmed down. Then, like a behind-the-scenes boss, he faced Sato Miwako's question with a tolerant, mysterious