Both the Fifth Division officers at the scene and the Metropolitan Police Department higher-ups watching events unfold on their screens burst into curses, wishing they could strangle Professor Nor iuchi.
"Fuck!"
Grace forgot all about her ladylike composure and blurted out an American curse.
This medical university department head really was a useless fool who did more harm than good, causing trouble at a critical moment. Grace wished she could draw her pistol and shoot him on the spot.
Grace swept her gaze over, and a police officer in a black suit immediately pinned Professor Nor iuchi to the floor.
A day later, Professor Nor iuchi's cheek once again kissed the hospital's cold vinyl floor.
"Mmph, mmph."
Before Professor Nor iuchi could cry out in pain, the officer in the black suit plugged his mouth with a gun barrel.
"I'm already dead. I'm already dead."
Watching Doctor Satomi's frenzied expression, the Fifth Division officers all silently feared the worst. It would be one thing if the ghost simply vanished on the spot; what they feared was Doctor Satomi turning straight into an Evil Spirit and attacking them.
Type B could not be destroyed by physical means. The firearms they carried would be completely useless.
The Medical University Affiliated Hospital had 899 beds and 2,200 employees. Given an Evil Spirit's tendency to attack indiscriminately, the hospital would become a slaughterhouse strewn with bodies.
But unexpectedly, after Doctor Satomi's wild laughter subsided, though his face remained unnervingly pale, his eyes shone with reason.
"Professor Kurokawa, are you... all right?" Grace asked cautiously.
She and the other Fifth Division officers were already prepared to retreat immediately if things went wrong.
"I remember now. I had a car accident while driving to Narita Airport. I'm already dead."
"Shuichi..."
Mrs. Kurokawa's eyes blurred with tears,