[Comprehensive] The roommates are blowing up the house again today

"Rin." Nakahara Chuya grabbed his wrist, "You hang up the phone, I'm really not seriously hurt."

Rin Hasegawa turned to look at him, with his hands hanging in the air: "Really?"

"Really, you can see that I can lift my arms." Zhong Yuan nodded, "I'm just..."

"What is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for a moment, and found a well-behaved excuse: "I'm afraid you will be angry."

"Afraid that I'll be angry?" Rin Hasegawa lowered his eyelids, his voice unwavering, "Then do you think I won't be angry if you lie to me like this?"

Nakahara Chuya immediately raised his upper body: "Rin, I..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it." Rin Hasegawa still had the same tone. He looked at Nakahara Chuya with an indifferent expression and a very sad look.

"cold--"

Hasegawa Rin shook his hand away.

Central Plains also do not know what to do.

Wouldn't he be better off secretly wounding himself?

He lowered his head and looked at himself, considering which one would be more suitable.

Hasegawa Rin turned his back to him, and slowly turned the phone.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback.

The phone stays on the dial interface and doesn't really dial out at all.

Rin Hasegawa threw the phone back into his arms, turned around and bent over, and flicked his forehead with his fingers: "No next time, I was really worried just now."

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to rub his hair: "Don't worry, I won't really suffer such a serious injury."

His voice gradually weakened under Hasegawa Rin's stare.

Rin Hasegawa changed the subject: "How much is the maintenance cost of the house?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also began to hesitate again.

Kaitu pushed open the door and stood at the door with a pen and paper in his hand, like a ruthless accountant: "According to incomplete statistics, within three months, there were three large-scale fights and nine small-scale fights in the apartment. Twenty times of verbal quarrels, a total of 32 times, an average of about once every three days. Among them, Zhongya participated in the total..."

"Sakura!" Zhong Yuanzhong also called out, stopping him from continuing.

He hinted with his eyes: The agreed teammates will walk together for the rest of their lives, whoever betrays first is the dog?

Sato responded with his eyes: For Brother Rin's sake, he is a dog.

Brother Rin pressed his teammate's shoulder and raised his chin: "Go on, I'm quite curious."

Sato and his teammates looked at each other, and then turned a page of the book in his hand: "Chuya participated in a total of—"

"By the way, Sato!" Chuya Nakahara interrupted again, "Did you tell Rin about that?"

Hasegawa Rin: "What's the matter?"

Satoshi once again looked at Nakahara Chuya.

After a while, he closed the notebook: "Mr. Sen said, let you contact him when you come back"

"Ah?" Rin Hasegawa was at a loss, "What is he going to do?"

Sato fell silent for a moment, shaking his head.

Rin Hasegawa looked at Chuya Nakahara.

Zhong Yuan also shook his head.

It would not be a good thing for Mori Ogai to find him.

"Find him immediately?" he asked Satoshi.

Sato glanced at his watch: "He said, you can call him in the afternoon. In this case, his words may be more believable."

Rin Hasegawa was even more at a loss.

"By the way, Mr. Mori also said." Sato said while walking to the window.

He drew the curtains: "Before you contact him, it's best not to let you see the sun."

Rin Hasegawa was at a loss.

Although he did feel more comfortable after closing the curtains, what Mori Ogai said was really elusive.

Satoshi stood in front of the window and turned to look at him: "Brother Lin, you kept something from me earlier."

Rin Hasegawa was taken aback.

Sato continued: "Keep it from everyone."

Rin Hasegawa hesitated: "...No?"

"You're starting to hate sunlight." Sato said, "Brother Rin, haven't you noticed it yourself?"

Hate the sun.

Rin Hasegawa opened his eyes wide.

Hate it, sunshine.

There was a sudden burning pain in his left shoulder.

The memory box that had already fallen into ashes opened instantly.

It's the blood of Muma Onimai Tsuji!

He frowned and covered his left shoulder.

Satoshi sighed, and gently pressed his shoulder: "Mr. Mori asked you to contact him, probably because of this."

"What's wrong with you?" Nakahara Chuya immediately got out of bed and ran to Rin Hasegawa.

Rin Hasegawa gritted his teeth and held back the severe pain: "I'm...should be fine now."

"Use the phone," he raised his hand, "I'm looking for Mr. Sen."

Zhong Yuanzhong also dialed the number for him.

When the call was connected, Mori Ogai was not surprised: "Rin."

"Yeah, I know." Mori Ogai said, "It hurts, Rin?"

Hasegawa Rin slowly squatted down: "No..."

"I know. Don't worry, I'm downstairs now." Mori Ogai said, and there was a burst of noise on the phone and outside the phone at the same time.

"What are they doing?" Rin Hasegawa frowned, raised his head and asked Sato by the window.

Sabito was silent for a moment, and responded, "Repair the house."

The sound of the machine was deafening.

Hasegawa Rin gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

Chuya Nakahara: "I'll make them stop!"

Rin Hasegawa waved his hand slightly.

Mori Ogai said on the phone: "I injected you with a delaying drug before, but you have been away for too long this time."

He had indeed arrived downstairs, and Kuroro was standing opposite him.

Mori Ogai held Alice in one hand, held the phone in the other, looked at the young man opposite, and said to the person on the phone: "The person who took you away this time has lost his sense of proportion."

"It's not his problem." The phone was on speakerphone, and the voice came out clearly, "It's my fault."

Hasegawa Rin's panting voice was a bit heavy: "We are on the third floor."

"Okay." Mori Ogai responded, brushing past Kuroro.

When he entered the room, Hasegawa Rin had been forced into bed by two other people.

He walked to the bed and looked down at the young man curled up on the bed.

Her black hair was soaked with sweat, her eyes were closed tightly, and there was a layer of sweat on her neck. The phone was clutched in her hand, and her fingertips were turning white.

He turned the young man over and tore off his collar, revealing the hideous scar on his left shoulder.

Rin Hasegawa whimpered.

Mori Ogai straightened his long bangs on his forehead, and took the injection from Alice.

He touched Hasegawa Rin's head with one hand, and quickly inserted the tip of the needle into his left shoulder with the other.

A tube of medicine was slowly pushed into the body.

Hasegawa Rin subconsciously held Mori Ogai's hand that was lingering on top of his head, and his frowning brows gradually relaxed.

After going through the unbearable pain of unconsciousness, people always want to sleep and wake up.

But Mori Ogai called him up.

"I can't completely solve this problem, I can only delay your ghost transformation process." Mori Ogai said.

Rin Hasegawa was nervous: "Then what should I do?"

Mori Ogai let go of his hand: "You have many friends, Rin."

His tone seemed to be teaching an unworldly child.

Rin Hasegawa blinked.

"But even if you don't know what to do..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

"Where's Kusuo? He will definitely find a solution."

Rin Hasegawa turned to look at Nakahara Chuya and Sato on the other side.

Satoshi pointed to the door.

He looked over and saw Saiki Kusuo standing at the door.

"I can't help you get rid of ghosts directly." He said, "But I can try to find that special Bana flower."

Rin Hasegawa leaned against the wall weakly: "Can you find it? You have been looking for it for more than 1000 years."

Nakahara Chuya: "Can't we find that ghost and kill it?"

Sato: "However, I don't know if that will have any negative impact on Brother Rin."

Hasegawa Rin quietly listened to the dispute between several people. Suddenly, he swallowed and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

The sound of stomach growling attracted the attention of several people present.

He clutched the bed sheet awkwardly, lowered his head, and his Adam's apple rolled again: "Uh... sorry, I'm a little..."

He paused, and finally said, "I'm a little thirsty, but I'm also a little hungry."

He vaguely knew what he wanted to eat, which made him even more afraid to meet the eyes of those present.

Sato next to him took a fruit knife, stroked his forearm, stretched it out in front of him, and asked, "Do you want a drink?"

Dark red blood drops rolled down the forearm, forming a line, soaking in the white sheet, and spreading it in one piece.

The tangy aroma stimulated the nasal cavity and taste buds, Hasegawa Rin's Adam's apple rolled again, and a large amount of saliva was secreted from his mouth.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Satu who was half kneeling on the bed.

Sato tilted his head, withdrew his bleeding arm, laid it between the two, and asked him, "Do you want a drink?"

Rin Hasegawa's eyes straightened.

He nodded slightly, leaned forward, stuck out the tip of his tongue, followed the path of blood flow, and licked it up from the wrist little by little, the red color faded, leaving behind a string of glistening saliva.

The tip of his tongue kept going up, pausing slightly on the wound, he tilted his head, covered his lips, and wrapped the wound with his moist and hot breath.

Hasegawa Rin looked focused, as if he was tasting some excellent delicacy.

Sato lowered his head slightly, looked at Hasegawa Rin, and felt the tip of his tongue licking back and forth on his wound.

He raised his other hand and touched his head.

Rin Hasegawa looked up at him blankly.

Sabito looked into those eyes and remembered the many, many light brown dreams he had had.

Mori Ogai interrupted the silence: "It's not good to be too used to him."

Hasegawa Rin's movements suddenly stopped.

He woke up instantly, and leaned back to avoid Satu's arm: "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay." Saito lowered his arms and covered the wound with his long sleeves.

"If you really can't help it, we can give you blood." Saiki Kusuo said, "but that's not a long-term solution."

Hasegawa Rin responded, closed his eyes, frowned and thought.

Among the friends he knows, there may be a solution to this problem...

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

He thought of whom he could go to for help.

--Kokichi Sawada.

It can go to Vongola's tenth-generation godfather.

An ultra-high-tech organization that can even own weird things like rocket launchers and box weapons for ten years is probably the most likely to solve this problem among all his friends.

just.

It can ask A Gang for help at will, but it can't ask Peng Lie for help.

That's different.

"You can try it." Saiki Kusuo said, "They may be very curious about this kind of thing."

Rin Hasegawa was silent for a moment: "Peng Lie does not conduct human experiments."

Mori Ogai: "That's not the point. There is no organization in the other world that is not interested in these."

"Whether it is to suppress the enemy or to protect ourselves."

Rin Hasegawa thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, then I'll ask him."

"So, what about you?" He raised his head and asked other people present.

"With your permission."

Kuroro appeared at the door, looking at him calmly.

"We can go and catch Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi and make third-hand preparations."

Nakahara Chuya's black coat was draped over his arm, and his hat was clutched in his hand.

"Third hand?"

Saiki Kusuo: "I will go there with them, they will look for Wu Mi, and I will look for the blue Bana."

The author has something to say:

Chuya: The overturning of the car was not enjoyable this time, so I dare (?) next time

Gradually slaughtered (bu

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

7 bottles of tangerine peel; 3 bottles of Lige; 1 bottle of Komaeda's Desperate Believer;

muah!