Natsume's Little Mister

At the time of the change of autumn and winter, the Department of Respiratory Medicine is as lively as a stall.

Early in the morning, the gray-haired chief physician led a large group of white coats across the border, and the ward did not quiet down until the afternoon.

In the single ward, Natsume Takashi was wearing a loose hospital gown and leaning against the head of the bed, writing a letter to his pen pal "Favorite Chazuke".

The pen pal hadn't responded to the letter during this period of time, and he was a little worried.

The tip of the pen fell on the paper "rustling", the sun shone on his slender wrist, and the light blue blood vessels lined the white wrist, showing a fragile beauty.

Beside the bed, Uncle Madara was lazily leaning on the chair with his legs crossed. Because the hospital did not allow pets, he had to transform into a humanoid to accompany the bed. He had suffered from the smell of disinfectant and the hospital lunch box for the past few days, and he was in a bad mood.

It has been several days since Natsume was hospitalized. Thanks to Madara's insistence on bringing Natsume to the hospital that day, Natsume didn't drag the pneumonia to a more serious point.

There were conversations outside the door.

"Is it bed 13?"

"Yes, that's what I wrote in my notebook."

"Don't look, Natsume is right here."

"Tuk-tuk--" The knock on the door symbolically rang twice before being pushed away, and Edogawa Luanbu poked his head in from the outside, biting a lollipop.

"Oh hi, Natsume, Ranpo-sama has come to see you." Mr. Detective said to Natsume energetically.

Soon, everyone from the Butei Club piled up in the ward.

The originally spacious ward became crowded. Apart from the president and social doctor who stayed behind, colleagues from the Butei Club came to visit Natsume during the weekend.

Kunikida Doppo carried the fruit basket and placed it on Natsume's bedside (because it was pneumonia, everyone unanimously decided not to send the bouquet).

The crowd surrounded Natsume, chirping with concern.

Miyazawa Kenji suddenly patted his head, took out a book from his backpack and handed it to Natsume, saying: "I see that Natsume likes "Asuka" very much, and thinking that it is inconvenient for you to go out to buy it in the hospital, I took a copy along the way. It happens to be the latest issue of this month, and I give it to you."

"Eh? The latest issue of "Asuka" is out. I heard that this issue has the end of Mr. Midorikawa." Osamu Dazai leaned forward, his eyes sparkling.

"Who is Mr. Luchuan, is he famous?" Miyazawa Kenji asked, he just came to the big city from the countryside, so he didn't know much about it.

"Of course, Mr. Luchuan is the most popular writer in the literary world recently. He has a unique style of writing and superb writing. He has published four best-selling novels. He is known as the 'Literary Wizard of the Century'. He is well-deserved in the modern literary world. diamond-level treasure."

When Osamu Dazai talked about his favorite writer, he became eloquent.

"Dazai likes 'Mr. Luchuan' very much." Luanbu poked Natsume on the bed, and said quietly.

Natsume felt his face a little hot.

The feeling of being praised as a flower in front of someone is too exciting.

"Quietly tell you, in fact, most people in the detective agency are fans of Mr. Midorikawa." Ranpo opened his emerald green eyes, stared at Natsume and said, "Including me, Detective."

Natsume felt his face was so hot that he could fry an egg.

"The latest announcement from Asuka Club says that Mr. Luchuan will hold a signing event in Yayuan, are you going?" Ranbu suddenly turned his head and said to the others.

Finally Natsume couldn't hold back anymore, he picked up the book and put it in front of his face, in his short light-colored hair, the roots of his ears were completely red.

"Eh? Signing event! Teacher Midorikawa is finally going to show up. Has the sun come out from the west?" Kunikida Doppo, who was once a math teacher, also raised his head when he heard the words, showing an unprecedented surprised expression, and followed the words I looked out the window.

Mr. Luchuan has been writing articles for seven years, but so far his personal information has been protected very strictly. Apart from knowing that the other party is male, everyone knows nothing about his age, family, appearance, and preferences.

Readers guessed that Mr. Luchuan was the successor of an ancient family, and secretly wrote without telling the family, so he hid it so tightly.

"It's not a rumor, the Asuka Club's official website has already issued an announcement." Luanbu said while biting a lollipop, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Natsume wishing to bury himself in a book, and secretly laughed in his heart.

He is the only reader present who knows that the author himself is sitting here, and his ears are blushing with shame at their boasting of true feelings. This kind of secret evil interest makes Luanbu, who can see through everything, excited.

"It's actually true!" Tanizaki Naomi screamed uncontrollably while holding the phone, and then hugged her brother Tanizaki Junichiro up, down, and his hands: "Ah, brother, I want to go!"

Tanizaki Junichiro hid in embarrassment and said: "Naomi, calm down, you should check the time first." Trying to tug on his low-necked sweater.

"It's next Saturday, why don't we take time off with the president to go to the signing event together." Dazai Osamu stood up and suggested.

"Okay, okay!"

"The detective agency is so busy, it's impossible for the president to agree." Natsume revealed his eyes from behind the book and whispered.

Thinking of everyone going to the book signing next Saturday, only to find out that the author is him, Natsume can't wait to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. It would be a public execution, a large-scale shameful scene.

He dared not think.

It's a pity that everyone was in a state of excitement and didn't notice Natsume's strangeness at all. Instead, they discussed with great interest how to achieve the purpose of asking for leave.

Kunikida Doppo has already put his arms around Osamu Dazai's neck, warning him not to skip work next week and help him finish the business together.

Xia Mu glanced at the scene of the large group of demons dancing wildly, and buried her face in the quilt.

Uncle Madara, who has a low sense of presence, silently picked up the book, turned to a certain page, and saw the familiar word "Lushen" under the work signed by Lu Chuan, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

I see……

At the same time, in the Port Mafia building, in the office of the cadre Chuya Nakahara.

"The ending turned out to be that Lushen and Granny Hanako disappeared together!" Nakahara Zhong also showed an expression of disbelief when he saw the ending.

As a god, he became very interested in this story when Mr. Luchuan began to write this story about gods and believers.

Even when he was on a mission abroad, he didn't forget to ask his subordinates to mail him the latest edition of the journal, and kept chasing it until now, only to tell him it was a be ending?

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist, making a crisp sound when his knuckles rubbed against each other.

"Mr. Luchuan is going to hold a book signing next Saturday, right?"

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The author has something to say:

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Natsume. Dangerous

Another: Continue to recommend my final article "The Witcher" cp also, the main map of Yokohama and New York

Recommend my follow-up article "I Can See the Memory of Magical Instruments"

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His life, from an orphan in troubled times with little food to eat, to a minister of the dragon admired by thousands of people, and finally died when he was appointed a national teacher, can be described as vigorous.

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Opening his eyes again, it is already a thousand years after the story, the world has entered the modern age, and he is giving people joy.

Qi Moci has had a secret since he was a child, he can see the memories of magical artifacts, from their birth to their circulation in the world for hundreds of thousands of years.

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Qi Moci looked at the hundreds of artifacts in the collection room and smiled silently.

After thousands of years, I propped up a world just to wait for your return.

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