"Mount Myōboku, giant pythons dozens of meters long, a sage who performed kabuki... I see, I see."
Inside Yoyogi Police Station in Tokyo's Shibuya Ward, an older-looking, balding middle-aged officer took off his reading glasses and nodded, a smile on his slightly plump, round face.
"Mmm, go on. I'm listening."
Seeing the questioning officer wear the kindly, approachable expression of a doctor at a psychiatric hospital, Mineko Yuki's anger immediately rose.
Anger +1!
Fine, she knew the experience was too incredible to believe. Besides, they had entered Mount Myōboku as souls and had no evidence whatsoever. Mere words were naturally unconvincing.
Last night, after Mineko Yuki, the other patients sent to the general hospital had also regained consciousness one after another.
The hospital and Yoyogi Police Station were immediately overjoyed.
After all, seven people falling unconscious together in Yoyogi Park was no small matter. No matter what tests the hospital ran, they could not identify the cause, and Yoyogi Police Station was also very nervous, afraid it might have been an attack involving a poison gas leak or something similar.
After hospital examinations confirmed that all seven were physically unharmed, they were brought to Yoyogi Police Station together early the next morning to assist with the investigation.
With her own little agenda, Mineko Yuki naturally did not want to make this experience public. But she was not the only one whose soul had been swept into Mount Myōboku. With so many mouths, word had inevitably gotten out.
Seven people independently having the same dream was indeed incredible.
But judging by common sense, seven people fabricating a lie together for some reason, or experiencing mass hysteria, was probably more realistic than visiting another world in their dreams.
That was also what Yoyogi Police Station thought, which was why they had separated