[He Xi] will never wither

The vast expanse of green is mixed with dots of blue-purple.The plants that grow randomly on the side of the road have become the only subject in this place and are eye-catching. However, the slender leaves such as the overgrown weeds and the unremarkable and pitiful flowers still cannot make people feel beautiful.

The irritability cannot be relieved by the breeze blowing on the face.Looking at the weeds swaying in the wind, the idea of ​​leaving this place quickly occupied my mind.After realizing that this was just an annoying dream, Minetsuin Yamato woke up suddenly from the bed, his eyes moved to see the alarm clock that had not sounded, it was not yet six o'clock in the morning.

Putting on his uniform and walking out of the room, the clock corridor was still filled with silence when no one was there, only his crisp footsteps echoed in the empty hall.The director's room is always the room where JP's light is turned on the earliest and the light is turned off the latest. Whether it is a newcomer to the investigation bureau or a subordinate who has followed him for the longest time, he has to secretly admire his perseverance in work.Not to mention the major decisions he has to make every day, the government/government meetings he participates in, and the reports piled up on his desk waiting for his approval and signature. I worked hard day after day.

Ordinary employees can rest on holidays, but Yamato Minetsu must always ensure that he has enough room to deal with emergencies; ordinary employees can take leave because of physical illness, but Yamato Minetsu cannot miss any key reports, so there is no the right to be sick.

Impossible to be stopped by anyone, impossible to fall under any threat.For the staff of JP's, this half-savage god is such a feared and revered figure.

Yamato sat in front of the desk with a blank expression, picking up a pen and continuing to write a new search plan where he left off last night.It's the third time.He should have been more focused, but now he had to deliberately suppress the discomfort in his body, and the more obvious pain from his throat continued to burn his nerves.

Tsk, this little troublesome illness quickly disappears for me.In order to avoid the drowsiness caused by the drug effect, after hastily swallowing less than the usual dose of cold medicine, Yamato cheered up and quickly finished the first work in the morning.The moment he put down the pen and was distracted, the itchy throat suddenly struck again.He quickly got up and walked towards the water dispenser. The severe dry itching in his throat when he walked around the desk forced him to take a step back and fall down, holding the table with one hand, and covering his mouth with the other to cover up the sound of coughing.

Damn, how did it get serious.Yamato, who couldn't even utter a word, was half curled up, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably due to the violent coughing.There was a strong sense of vomiting between coughs. Before Yamato could judge how bad the situation was, the vomit rushing out of his throat had already scrambled out from the gap between his palm and lips. Yamato looked at the indigo blue The flat objects fell one by one, and I didn't even notice the sweat on my forehead from the pain.

Is this a flower petal?Yamato didn't care that the cough hadn't completely passed, he let go of his hand and looked down at the blue petals he vomited in his palm, and the instinctive nausea came to his heart again.He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down quickly, and there were still falling petals on the carpet in front of him.Premonitioning that things would be far beyond imagination, Yamato quickly took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed a number somewhere.

"It's an emergency, report to the Tokyo branch immediately."

Twenty or ten minutes later, a flash of light flashed at the teleportation terminal of the Tokyo branch. A woman in a medical uniform hurried through the corridor and almost slammed open the door of the director's room. "Director, are you alright?!" Panting, she yelled in a panic.

"Calm down, I'm fine for the time being." Yamato still kept writing in his hand, and replied with his head buried in his head, "Yugu, if you come, check this thing first."

"Is the "petal" that the director mentioned on the phone correct? I understand. The analysis results will come out soon. I think it will be good to give me half an hour." Yanagiya Otome panted and breathed steadily, and then from the carry-on I took out several large and small medicine bottles from the white medical bag, "I brought several quick-acting cough suppressants and pain relievers that are commonly used, and they are all over-the-counter medicines for home use. When the director really feels uncomfortable, you must take them according to the amount. .”

Yamato nodded, and casually signaled Otome to leave the medicine beside the water glass.Otome became annoyed at the professionalism: "Director, you are already sick. Those who are sick should receive treatment obediently. This is the doctor's order! These medicines have no hypnotic side effects. Please don't forget to do it just because you are working." It's clean!" Work can be compromised for the sake of health, really, how can I, an adult doctor as a doctor, endure it if I am so young but don't take good care of my body, Otome can't help complaining in her heart.

"The current situation is not clear. Whether it is a certain disease or not requires your judgment as a doctor. Instead of wasting time here, it is better to do what you should do." Yamato finally stopped writing in his hands and looked at him with calm eyes Otome looked worried, "It's best to deal with this matter before going to work."

Otome sighed softly in silence, and took away the sealed bag on the table as if giving up arguing with Yamato.The clock on the wall was still two hours away from nine o'clock in the morning, and Yamato's eyes stayed in the pocket beside him for a while before returning to the document in his hand.In the depths of the pocket, there is still a delicate blue petal waiting quietly.

"It's petals, but actually there are only ash left." Otome sat on the wheelchair in the medical research room, carefully observing the transparent plastic bag in her hand against the light.The naked eye could not distinguish anything at all, so she quickly put on gloves, carefully picked up the processed ash fragments with extremely fine tweezers, and placed them on the glass slide under the microscope lens.

After checking the report, Yamato opened the door of the laboratory before Otome.Dozens of experimental equipment and props were neatly placed on the table. Otome, who was still wearing goggles and a mask, took off the protective gear on her face and said with some seriousness: "The situation is not optimistic, so I will briefly explain I said it. Director, I have never seen this disease, and I don’t think there will be any medical records. From the results of experimental observations, it cannot be explained by ordinary pathology.”