Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

When the bullet passed through his heart, Nakajima felt the distance of death for the first time, but in the next second, Renhu's powerful recovery ability made him feel his damaged heart recovering little by little.

It turned out that the distance to death just now was all an illusion.

He got up, except for the man across from him, he couldn't see Kurihara Shiro who was with him.

On the one hand, he was glad that Kurihara was able to run away, but on the other hand, he was a little blocked by her abandonment without hesitation.

This man has superb fighting skills, and his ability is the most suitable reinforcement system for fighting. He feels that it seems difficult to escape this time.

He was beaten to the ground and fell to the ground powerlessly. He thought he would be arrested this time, but Jinghua, who had disappeared since being attacked last time, saved himself in a critical moment.

They didn't run very far when they were stopped by a passing police car. What's more, they recognized Jinghua as a wanted criminal.

Jinghua was taken away by the police, and the members of the organization who rushed over caught him to the base wandering in the sky - the white whale.

The members of the organization also threatened to inform them that they were about to use Q, a member of the port mafia, to create a panic that endangered Yokohama.

He sat in the prison where he was held, and the ups and downs of the day were like a roller coaster.

Meanwhile, the situation on the ground is less rosy.

Q's ability can mentally control everyone who hurts him. The organization uses the ability to connect Q to the flowers and trees in Yokohama. As long as he does something that hurts him, he will be controlled.

The controlled crowd was persecuted everywhere in Yokohama. The end of the world has not come, and there are crowds that look like zombies.

Akiko and I met with the police under the escort of members of the detective agency, and were dispatched to the hospital to treat those wounded who were too late to be rescued by the hospital.

The entrance to the hospital was tightly closed, with layers of protective fences set up outside, and heavily armed police guarding.

The situation is not optimistic. Yokohama has issued a first-level prevention and control plan, reminding citizens not to go out and close their doors and windows until the controlled crowd is controlled.

In order to maintain safety, the port mafia building was empty, and all the mafia came out to maintain order, but this time not only ordinary citizens were recruited, but most of the mafia were also among them.

Akiko and I started to get busy when we arrived at the hospital, picking up piles of wounded.

I'm so busy that I'm a little dizzy.

I can't sit down until the shift doctor arrives.I groped my stomach and went to the cafeteria to get two meals. After climbing two floors, I came to the ward where Dazai was.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he had a car accident.When I heard the news, I seriously doubted whether Dazai deliberately caused the accident.

Seeing another person lying on the hospital bed with his feet hanging, I became more and more sure.

I pulled out the stool and put another meal on his table.

He looked great, and compared to the patient in the other bed, he looked nothing like he had just been in a car accident.

The whole body was intact, except for one arm that was hung up.

He manipulated the phone with one hand, and moved his thumb quickly on it. While he was moving, my phone was buzzing and vibrating in my pocket.

My face suddenly changed, and I gritted my teeth and said, "Osamu Dazai, this is what you said about being hit by a car, unable to move and dying, and want to have a meal before dying?"

Dazai put away his phone, and put on a smile that could be compared to the bright sun outside, "Xiaobai, you are here, hurry up, your dear Mr. Dazai is starving to death."

I sarcastically said, "Isn't it right for you to starve to death?"

"What I want is a refreshing and vigorous death. Being starved to death doesn't quite fit my definition."

Dazai picked up the rice I put on the table, opened the bag, and hummed an out-of-tune song, "Ah——I can smell very fragrant meat, I guess it must be super delicious beef stew .Ah - I'm drooling before I even open it."

He untied the bag excitedly, and when he saw what was in the disposable bowl, he turned his head to look at me stiffly, "Ah——I didn't expect that the porridge was in the bag that smelled delicious, and that smell of meat Where did it come from?!"

I opened my lid, and I could see the hot white air coming out, and the aroma that filled the nasal cavity and made people drool.

This is a bowl of goulash that no one can resist.

Dazai held the bowl and looked at the bland porridge in the bowl, wanting to cry without tears, "Why is it a bowl of porridge!"

I took a bite of the potato, and the happy Mi rolled his eyes, "Mr. Dazai was injured so badly, of course he should eat lightly."

I put the accent on seriously.He was seriously wounded, and he would have healed if I had been a little late.

Dazai took a sip with a bitter face, and said sullenly, "Why isn't there even a side dish to go with the porridge?"

"Huh? Side dishes?"

Dazai felt that this bowl of bland porridge could be saved.

I lowered my head and took another bite, "Oh, I forgot."

Dazai drank the porridge angrily, without caring about the heat, "Did you do it on purpose? It must have been on purpose, right? It must have been on purpose! You are a woman whose eyes are smaller than a needle!"

His mouth was red from the porridge, but he didn't pay attention to it because of his anger. I silently counted three times in my heart.

1, 2, 3.

"It's hot, it's hot, it hurts, it hurts."

"Mr. Dazai, if you have something to say, talk about it. Isn't it just a side dish? As for that?"

"You!" As soon as Dazai opened his mouth, he was covered in pain.

"Can you pay attention to other people besides you?" The patient on the other bed asked.

I turned my head and raised my eyebrows to look at him, "Yo, is there anyone here? I thought he was dead."

"chestnut……"

"Ango Sakaguchi, I advise you not to speak, because when you speak, I can't help but want to beat you up." Now I completely rely on my professionalism, and I didn't beat him in the hospital.

I quickly slapped Dazai away, trying to reach out to the devil's claws in my bowl while I was not paying attention.

I glared at him viciously, and closed the lid, "Don't eat!"

"Just one bite, just one bite."

"Not even a mouthful."

"Wow, you are ruthless!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dazai collapsed on the bed, raised his eyelids, and sighed, "If you don't eat, you don't eat. How is the situation outside now?"

I shook my head, with a heavy expression on my face, "It's not optimistic. The entire street is full of controlled crowds, and even the hospital is filled with wounded people. If this continues, Yokohama will not be far from being abandoned."

"I don't know if that person thought that it would become like this now."

I sneered and said, "Of course he didn't expect that this incident would cause a lot of losses to his own subordinates."

Ango Sakaguchi spoke again: "Do you need me to do anything?"

I said angrily: "Can you shut up? I really want to beat you up, okay? Do you really think that I don't want to kill you if I don't do anything now? When I have time, I will definitely hold you down." Confess to Zhu Jiang on his grave."

Ango Sakaguchi saw my irritability and consciously kept silent.

I walked to the window and opened it. There was still a bloody smell in the air, and it was covered by the smell of disinfectant as soon as it was blown into the room.

Dazai got out of bed and stood beside me, looking at the big emerald green tree outside the window the same way I did.

"It's up to him now."

"You can really trust him."

I squinted and looked at his suspended hand, keenly sensing something was wrong, I curled my fingers and tapped his bandage-wrapped hand.

I withdrew my finger that hurt from the knock, and pouted to look at him.

"You're insane, last time you pretended to wrap a bomb in a bandage with a severed hand, this time you directly tied a steel plate, won't it sink?"

Dazai raised his arm and waved it, "Fortunately, it's not particularly heavy."

Forget it, why should I understand the brain circuit of the mentally retarded?