[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

"What a surprise move."

In the dark and shabby room, only the light of the computer screen hit the man's face, and in front of him was a black and white chessboard.

The slender and pale fingers are pinching a white chess piece, as if they are thinking about how to place it, but there is a low whisper in the beautiful and illusory smile like a vampire.

Until the pawn falls.

That's just a tiny difference, yes, tiny, not even an ant-sized bug, and it's this tiny difference that causes some reason for the offset.

Although he didn't mind this shift, he was just curious.

Correct.

Just curious.

But at this curious moment, the invisible shadow is also spreading.

At this moment, Atsushi Nakajima was standing in front of Ryunosuke Akutagawa's bed very calmly. After being treated by Dr. Yosano, the thin boy seemed to be recovering slowly.

Just, what the hell is that?

What is invading this body?

What kind of existence is mixed in the attacks from people with different abilities from different countries, which is the reason why the opponent's weak body continues to decline.

what.

What the hell is it?

That sense of incongruity.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked, and after the door was pushed open, there was a young man with wine red hair standing there.

He was wearing a long, light-coloured coat, but it was a bit grayer, and his unkempt chin, despite his beard, didn't make him look too bad.

Nakajima looked over, and then moved forward. He looked at the man who introduced them to the detective agency with his eyes that seemed to be rolling something scary.

Oda couldn't help scratching his hair. Although Akutagawa was too direct, his eyes were not very scary, but this young man who used to be a port mafia was different.

He could feel that there was something inside the other person's body that would explode anytime, anywhere, and he was being enveloped by another flammable emotion at this moment.

"Mirror flower she—"

"She is in a safe place at the moment, Mr. Oda." Nakajima lowered his eyelids. He respected this person, partly because of his past boss, and partly because the other party took them in.

It's just that if he doesn't lower his eyelids, he's afraid that his immature self will reveal his timidity. "Sorry, at this moment, I know what I should do, but no matter what, I can't keep Jinghua by my side."

"Then what do you want to do?" Oda asked.

"I'm going to leave the detective agency. This attack was caused by me." He clenched his fists. "Even Akutagawa would become so—"

At dawn, the former mafia boy dragged his exhausted body to the temporary office and brought a piece of news at the same time.

An intel about the attack.

With a reward worth 70 billion, foreign organizations with supernatural powers, compared to the incidents handled by the detective agency in the past, this time it has been completely upgraded to another level.

When they were first attacked, the other party dropped the gun regardless of the situation, obviously trying to put them to death.

Unlike the previous enemies, Oda also felt that this time the enemies were fierce and somewhat similar to the people he had come into contact with.

only--

There was an expression of 'such ah' on his face, which is often seen on this man's face. "You think they'll be able to..."

Before Oda's persuasion could be finished, he was interrupted by Junichiro Tanizaki who rushed out of the room. The young man with a timid personality was panicked on his face, and fear could even be seen in his eyes.

It was the expression of being troubled by danger one after another, and frightened by something more dangerous again. "Mr. Oda!"

The voice that came out in a hurry was full of fear, but the hasty expression looked like a duck being strangled by the neck when it saw another person here.

The unignorable change in that expression also made Nakajima look away.

Tanizaki Junichiro slowly calmed down. "The port mafia is coming this way soon."

Gollum—

When swallowing saliva, Nakajima and Oda couldn't help but make such a sound in their throats, and both Oda and Tanizaki inevitably turned their eyes to the boy beside them.

Nakajima felt that his body was on the verge of falling, but then, like a fist with nails embedded in his palm, his expression became firm.

"I don't think they will let us go if you leave the detective agency." Oda finished what he hadn't finished, but changed his words at this time.

In the blue-black night, the boy and girl led by Akutagawa always carried something familiar to him.

But what touched his mind the most was what the other party said, "Mr. Dazai said that". That's what the leader said.

When recalling the memory of talking with the other party countless times, it is difficult for him to determine what happened to the other party, but for the arrival of Nakajima and Izumi, he felt the responsibility and obligation entrusted to them.

And that young man who seemed to be hidden deep in the mist and left without hesitation had trust in him.

Even now that he has communicated with the current leader and has changed his view of the city's dark night, he still doesn't think that the other party is suitable for the mafia.

It is not suitable to go back to that kind of place.

Tanizaki Junichiro looked at Nakajima hesitantly, then turned his head away in embarrassment. Mr. Oda can say this, it is not difficult to imagine what the two of them said in private before he appeared.

As a member of the same detective agency, he naturally wanted to say that kind of thing like Oda-san, but he couldn't say it at the moment.

His greatest wish is to protect his younger sister Zhimei from harm, and the attack on the office this time is almost indiscriminate. If it wasn't for Zhimei who was still in school at that time, he would never have imagined that he, who had no offensive and defensive power, could be there. Protecting my sister from an explosion or something.

It's not that he doesn't sympathize with the clerk who was injured in the attack this time, it's just that Naomi is more important, and, let him put it bluntly, Nakajima's admission test has not yet begun.

Tanizaki bit his lip, he couldn't think about it anymore, he was afraid that if he thought about it again, it would be more embarrassing and colder than he imagined.

Nakajima naturally knew the meaning of Oda's words. Even if the members of the foreign organization that attacked them left Yokohama, the losses and the beams of both parties were settled, not to mention that there was another organization behind this organization that was even more terrifying .

The opponent's strength is beyond imagination.

He knew that Oda was doing it for his own good, but with his current thinking, even if he was weak, he had to find a way to minimize the danger, which was not what an ordinary person should have.

Just like what Mr. Oda said before, I am afraid that the opponent also has accumulated strength in his heart in case the enemy attacks again. If not, the official organization of Yokohama should also step out.

There is a difference in thinking between the two, and Nakajima also knows that his way of thinking is still at the stage of the port, but this situation does not allow him to come slowly.

If he leaves now, at least the detective agency will no longer be the focus of firepower, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa is unconscious. He originally thought it was Lovecraft's attack that caused the bones and internal organs of his body to shift, causing him to faint .

But he heard from Dr. Xie Ye that there seemed to be something in his body that was hindering the treatment, which made him vigilant. Maybe after he was tied up, Akutagawa also encountered other people with supernatural powers.

It's just that this conjecture is hard to win. No one knew what happened at the time. When Oda arrived at the scene, he only found a unconscious person lying in a large amount of blood.

What remains around are only the marks left by a few car tires, and these marks are difficult to identify after driving on the road.

Even Edogawa Ranpo's reasoning is vacillating between whether it is Lovecraft's ability or the ability of other people with different abilities, because the information brought by him after his return has led to a delusion of reasoning. In the labyrinth brought about by the lack of information.

It would of course be the best if someone with the ability to read memory could help at this time.

But alas, they didn't.

"Mr. Oda, I am very grateful to you."

When Oda Sakunosuke heard these words, and looked at the determination on the face of the young man in front of him, he knew in his heart that it would be difficult to persuade him to turn around, and on that somewhat immature face, the evasive expression that was always seen on weekdays also disappeared. It's spotless.

He always felt that it was wrong to describe the determined partner as resolute, but he couldn't find any more descriptions at the moment, but some complicated waves couldn't help but surge in his heart.

"What are you going to do?"

The other party said that Izumi Kyoka was in a safe place at the moment. Although he didn't know where it was, Oda could guess it in his heart.

After Nakajima came back, he also described everything that happened to the other party. Among them, he used a dry and tangled look to describe the halfway rescue of the current port chief.

He could hear that the other party wanted to use this to make other members of the club lessen their hatred of the Mafia, but no one knew what the effect would be.

However, he could still see that the leader of the Central Plains still had a different view on the departure of Nakajima and the others.

And if Quan Jinghua is really in the mafia at this moment, then Nakajima naturally does not want her to get involved in danger again.

Oda was right. Although Nakajima had been in the mafia for four and a half years, his wisdom would not become more alert because he mixed with society in advance. On the contrary, he would not think for himself most of the time.

He more or less knew the reason why he couldn't think for himself, but the reason was that the kite-like figure disappeared during this period of time.

But even though he tried his best to rack his brains, he couldn't think of a better way. "……I don't know either."

He is a militant in the port, and he will never be involved in the affairs of the port. He has only a half-knowledge of the tasks assigned to him by Mr. Dazai.

He knew that he was living under the order, and what he practiced under the order was to kill. Naturally, the methods of the mafia are not taboo. Even if he wants to save face for others, there are Sometimes he would find a way to kill him in order to survive.

Not to mention that the port's methods have always been cruel, and if it can be eradicated, it will naturally be like weeds in spring. Even if the wildfire can't burn out, it will be baptized with herbicides over and over again.

The same is true of his thoughts, or rather, this is the only thought left in his mind at the moment.

Seeing the change of expression on his face, Oda knew that his heart had fallen into a kind of swamp again, he sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to pat the other person's shoulder.

Looking back, I saw Tanizaki's face was livid at this time, gritted his teeth and endured, but his clenched hands trembled slightly.

Then he looked towards the corridor ahead, and saw Naomi in a black and white student uniform with a schoolbag on her back, followed by men in black suits with resolute faces.

And such people were divided into two teams and walked on the left and the right. In the middle behind the unknown number of people, there was a young man with orange-red hair walking calmly and looking out of the window.

As if aware of the gaze from this side, the other party turned his head and smiled politely but distantly at him.

Seeing her brother's face, Zhimei knew what he was thinking at the moment, and she herself was pretending to be calm now, but she didn't expect that when she came back, she happened to meet the mafia who had just arrived.

She blinked at her brother, afraid that the other party's wild thoughts would not be able to control her, so she rushed over out of control.

Even if Mr. Oda was still standing over there, Naomi didn't dare to make any guarantees about it. She immediately quickened her pace, walked to the reception room of the temporary office, and knocked on the door.

"President, people from the port are here."

They have imagined countless times how the new leader of the port mafia will come, but the reality that hit them in the face this time is undoubtedly the worst.

The Armed Detective Agency was sniped, the enemy was in the dark, and I was in the open. Even with Edogawa Ranpo's super-reasoning, not much information could be collected.

Fuze was sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and it had already begun to say that the detective agency had attracted enemies, and that no matter good meat or bad meat, flies would love it.

Luanbu is sitting on a chair by the window drinking tea, compared to the dullness of the people around him, he is more leisurely and cheerful, the famous detective of the detective agency has always been like this, but now there are not as many people relying on him as before.

But Ranpo is more like a free man than other moods.

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door, and he was naturally the first to stand up. The excitement in his eyes and body made him reach the door faster than others.

Before Fukuzawa and Kunikida were ready, the door was opened.

The mafia guards were already standing in a row against the wall, and all that could be seen outside the door were Naomi, Hirotsu, and a young man in formal attire standing there blinking and slightly shorter than himself.

Naomi was taken aback when she saw Ranpo. She thought that the person who opened the door was either Mr. Kunikida or Dr. Yosano. Who would have thought that it was a detective.

She backed out sideways, but did not go in. The girl's silent movements were noticed by Guangjin. He thought the girl was good, although she had no supernatural powers, she was very smart.

A detective opened his arms, and the eyes under the newsboy hat opened, which seemed to be filled with a puddle of clear water. "welcome."

"Actually, I have also read the greeting note you sent before, and just now I found it again in the bombed office. It is a pity that it has been covered with a layer of ashes, but fortunately, I still remember the content. If the detective agency doesn't come up with something like this, I'm afraid the leader-kun will have to wait a while longer."

Guangjin listened to the inferences of the famous detective, but he didn't look at his leader, and he didn't know the meaning behind the greeting card from the leader.

The detective's reasoning gave him some thought, but he also believed that the leader didn't actually have that kind of thought at the time, but there was a feeling in the other party's words that the mafia might have known that this kind of thing would happen.

Guangjin was expressionless, just staring at the other party with those somewhat cloudy eyes.

Zhong also raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe I guessed wrong, please, I've been waiting for a long time." Ranbu said to himself.

He turned around and sat next to Fukuzawa, the sofa opposite them had been emptied, Kunikida and Yosano were standing by the wall on one side, the former's eyes were entangled, while the latter's was a little unkind.

No one knew exactly what annoyed the female doctor.

Chuya sat down on the specially vacated sofa, and Hirotsu stood behind him. An elderly gentleman is always more comfortable than others in this kind of place.

Before his leader took his seat, he had already scanned any place in this space with the corner of his eye.

Naomi dragged her brother in at this time, with two tails behind her, maybe it was a good thing that Akutagawa was no longer here.

The girl who was still a student calmed down unknowingly. She was the first to serve the tea and was able to watch anyone calmly, but the silence in the reception room was still spreading.

It's like a silent game, whoever can't bear it first loses.

Of course, you can’t say that. The situation of the two sides is different. Fukuzawa Yukichi is also a little anxious. The sudden visit of the port is like adding fuel to the fire for him.

"What's the matter with the mafia?" His tone was a bit stern, and the aura of the lone swordsman who was called the silver wolf many years ago came to his face.

pity.

It's not anyone sitting here, but Nakahara Chuya.

If it was said that he was only taking over the job of the port chief a few days ago, he still somewhat disagreed with his identity.

At this moment, he has realized that the memory of being the king of sheep in the past overlapped with the memories of many years in the port, and he has a deeper understanding of the term leader.

Once people's cognition is opened, the direction of choice will be more abundant than before.

Even if a real lone swordsman sits opposite, Zhong will not be afraid at all, just like many ordinary people say, 'I have seen far more storms and waves than you', although there is a difference in age between the two, But the experience was far different.

But Zhong also felt that he was a person who came directly through the wind and waves. Even with the momentum like mountains of swords and seas of fire, he could make him surrender under gravity.

Of course, this is not conceit, but the confidence and courage that a leader should have.

But he doesn't plan to fight a detective agency. "The last time Mr. Ishida came over, I think we can continue talking."

Hearing this sentence, no matter how calm Fuze was, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. The finances were calculated based on those bills that day. Even if they sold the detective agency or took commissions day and night, they wouldn't be able to pay much.

He also had to seek help from knowledgeable lawyers, but they all changed their faces when they talked about the port. Not to mention that there is no chance of winning.

Even the matter of the other party's capture of Akutagawa's sister came to the defense counsel's mouth, whether it was really captured, or the other party left voluntarily at that time.

Not to mention that there is no trace of Yin at this moment, and there is no possibility of even a witness.

Compared with the mafia's previous methods of fighting and killing, they have to eat the soft nails this time, and there is no possibility of negotiating terms.

Fuze looked across at this young man who seemed to be about the same size as Ranpo, and couldn't help but feel more complicated.

"If we exchange the facts about Osamu Dazai you are currently tracking, how much compensation will be offset?" Ranpo suddenly broke into the topic.

The eyes that seemed to be filled with a pool of clear water became sharp as a sword at this moment, and Guangjin couldn't help but be a little surprised by the appearance of the famous detective.

It's just that the investigation of the former leader's port has stopped, and he also wants to avoid talking too much about the former.

"Someone told me that too much investigation will lead to the collapse of the world."

Nakajima was startled, and suddenly remembered what the other party said when he jumped off the building that night, his breath became a little short, and Oda couldn't help but look over.

Luanbu didn't care, he leaned forward, supporting his body on his knees with his elbows. "Then do you believe it?"

The piercing eyes are clearer than anyone else's, and they are simply abnormal.

Zhong also twisted his neck slightly. "I do not believe."

"The premise is that the world collapses. Let's chat bit by bit. The key to it only needs to be known by that one person or two people."

Ranpo naturally doesn't believe in the theory of the collapse of the world. In his eyes, the detective agency is more important at this moment, and he doesn't want to see the president worrying about it day and night anymore.

And compared to the doomsday theory of the world collapsing, he believes in the scientific reality of various clues pieced together, although the supernatural power makes people feel that the world is not so scientific.

But the time wheel moving forward is always rotating, no matter what happens

Zhong also looked at the famous detective again. He had known the information of the members in the Armed Detective Agency for a long time, but he didn't expect there to be such a cheerful person in it.

He turned his gaze to the other side and landed on the female doctor.

Xie Ye frowned slightly.

"Someone on our side is hurt."

Chuya paused for a while, and he looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The lone swordsman known as the Silver Wolf frowned, and his serious and scary facial expression looked even more ferocious at this moment.

"We have conditions." It was not Fukuzawa who spoke, but Xie Ye.

The female doctor came over, and the copper-colored butterfly wings on her hair followed her footsteps, as if about to dance lightly.She stood behind the sofa where Ranbu was sitting, looking straight at Zhongye.

Zhong also didn't dodge, and looked over calmly. "You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

"Then what if I die?"

"Then he is dead." Zhong also said sincerely. "Perhaps at this time, his death is a good thing for the port."

Xie Ye took a cold breath, but Nakajima and Oda, who were frowning aside, vaguely guessed who he was.

Luanbu clasped his hands in front of his knees. "You should still have conditions." He said in a firm tone.

Zhong didn't shake his head. "It really is a detective."

"Do you think that the detective agency still owes the port, so it is not qualified to negotiate terms?" Ranpo's guessing of people's hearts is far less accurate than that of the case.

It's just that the young leader in front of him is easy to guess, maybe too easy to guess, which makes him a little uncertain.

Zhong also shook his head. "Conditions can only be negotiated at the same position. If the detective agency wants information or something, it needs something equivalent to the value. Of course, the same is true for helping."

"Is this the business of the port? You didn't think this way before."

The methods used by the port mafia in the past were to double the amount of money that was invaded, or even destroy it.

And Zhong Ye's statement is already quite euphemistic.

It's just that compared to the mafia in Tokyo, Osaka and other places, the port in Yokohama, a place of chaos, is more unscrupulous.

"Zhongyuan, what is human life to you?" Fuzawa asked.

The arrogant "Central Plains" seems to agree with the other party's status as the leader, but the lone swordsman's eyes piercing like sharp arrows in the cold night are very uncomfortable.

Zhong also looked over, almost without thinking, he knew what kind of answer the other party wanted.

just.

He shook his head inwardly. "resource."

Talking about human life with the port mafia, is it necessary to have a good talk about the so-called life with the self who was once in the position.

Chuya's language is relaxed, and his frank appearance is much more comfortable than that of the previous two generations of leaders, but what he said made Fukuzawa feel that the mafia is indeed the mafia.

He closed his eyelids, as if there was nothing to talk about.

"If it's just for treatment, I—"

"With Yosano!"

"President, this is already the case—"

What is the situation of the detective agency? It is estimated that only the people in the agency know that what the port has done to them before is just a small fight, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

But now what they were facing was a ferocious beast lured by a piece of fat, Zhongya stood up, he felt that sitting here was meaningless, so he left something to think about, and led people out.

But it's not really leaving, the situation is critical, and the time to think about it won't be too long.

He was standing in the hallway surrounded by members of the Mafia.

Guangjin stood quietly behind him, just like he used to stand behind the previous leaders, but standing outside is really meaningless, if it is in the stronghold, it can still handle some work.

But in this kind of place, it's really——

Just when he was a little impatient, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and when he took it out, he saw the words 'Supernatural Secret Service' displayed on the screen, and he frowned.

A bad premonition rose in my heart.

But in the reception room, the atmosphere inside has dropped to freezing point. The concepts of the detective agency and the mafia have never overlapped, whether it was in the past or now.

Fukuzawa Yukichi always felt that he saw the figure of a doctor on the leader just now, and he still couldn't forget what the other party said on the rooftop.

"President, I don't mind using my abilities."

Talk to Yosano like this.

Ranbu didn't say a word, although he once said that adults' disputes and reasoning are always difficult to see, but at the moment when he has to become an adult, he seems to be able to vaguely understand what he hates.

Even if I can see through any complicated things, I have to make him sigh now.

At this moment, in the sky far away from Yokohama, gray clouds are rolling in, just like his mood.

Looking at the sky at this moment, it is indeed a bit unpleasant, and the same is true for Zhong Ye. The detective agency does not know how to discuss it, but he is not very interested in it.

The female doctor is now following behind him, and a huge truck is parked at the back door of this temporary office.

After climbing into the van with Yosano, his pupils constricted. He thought it was a van, but inside it was filled with all kinds of the latest treatment equipment, and these treatment equipment only operated for one person.

Zhong also saw that face and couldn't help but click his tongue, looking very annoyed. "I originally planned to give him to your detective agency as a gift for this transaction."

Xie Ye and Xie Ye couldn't help but look at each other, they would rather not have this kind of gift, Nakajima is already a high reward criminal, even if this man doesn't have that kind of reward amount, he is notorious in the underground world, who wants his life one.

"What's the matter with him?"

Breathing is weak, but heartbeat is normal.

"Well, it was caused by suicide by jumping off a building, and was discovered by our members during the fall. They used repulsion, and thought they could be saved."

"So after being bounced back by the repulsive force, it landed directly without having time to catch it?"

Yosano cut off his words, Chuya nodded without any shame. "After all, we're not used to using supernatural powers to save people, and he himself has the ability to invalidate supernatural powers, so it's still considered jumping off a building. I'm not sure if it's just the power being buffered or something."

"..."

If the supernatural power is invalidated, even if the supernatural power is used to save someone, as long as the other party wants to jump off the building, the supernatural power is useless at all.But it didn't look like his life was dying, and Xie Ye frowned. "Do you know my superpower?"

"Ah."

She rolled up her sleeves and gave Zhong a wink. In terms of treatment, a female doctor is not afraid of anyone.

Some of them resisted and stepped forward.

"My supernatural ability can only save people who are dying, but he seems to be fine. If you need him to wake up quickly, it may be cruel..."

bass--

A dagger was pulled out from Nakaya's suit, and the mafia leader played with the sharp dagger skillfully, and Xie Ye looked up at him, suddenly unable to say anything. "—you look happy."

The leader's facial expression is easier to see than that of President Fukuzawa, and it is almost undisguised.

Chuya shrugged and gestured up and down at the person lying on the hospital bed with the dagger, as if he was about to strike at this unsightly piece of meat on the chopping board.

Xie Ye couldn't help but think that the two might have a grudge, she numbly pointed at the position of her heart, and the dagger was hanging above her chest.

"If you don't do it—"

She still felt that there might not be that much enmity between people. Who would have thought that blood would be sprayed all over her face before she finished speaking, and that peaceful sleeping face also revealed other things along with the pain? color.

Zhong also looked as if he was about to curl up in pain, because he also paid attention to what the female doctor said, and there was no need to kill him directly.

The pain was real, and the eyeballs under Sleeping Beauty's eyelids seemed to roll, and the long, trembling eyelashes fluttered carefully like the wings of a baby bird.

"Our attending physician said that he is unlikely to wake up due to some mental and psychological reasons." Zhong also considered whether to draw the knife.

Yosano thought about this sentence. "Have you brought his medical certificate?"

"No, I don't understand, but our previous leader was a doctor."

"I know him. The doctor may be right. Did he say there was some blood on the head or something?"

"No, I wasn't there when he jumped off the building, and I don't know the details."

"Well, maybe the doctor is right, maybe he does have something in his heart that he doesn't want to wake up, especially for someone who is planning to commit suicide."

"—Is that so? But it seems that the psychological pain is not as stimulating as the physical pain."

After a pause with Xie Ye, the gaze towards the young leader on the opposite side became subtle. For some reason, she suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with this person.

"Do you want sex?" Chuya asked. "He doesn't seem to be awake yet, will it delay your treatment?"

Are you planning to pull out the pain until he wakes up?

Yosano looked at the knife and decided to shake his head honestly. "As long as he is alive, I can treat him. Why are you planning to treat him now?"

"Originally, I planned to send it over earlier, but something happened on your side." Zhong also paused. "The situation is getting worse now." He pointed to the man with a knife stuck in his chest. "I—you might need him."

"Is it really not your port's trouble this time?"

"No, we are not such a narrow organization that cares about everything."

"Then Nakajima's reward—"

"We will not withdraw the reward offered by Nakajima and Kyoka. The port mafia has its own dignity." The leader of the mafia seemed not so difficult to get along with. He separated his attention from Xie Ye to observe him, and found that the other party was staring at him intently. The eyes of the person on the hospital bed. "But this time the high reward was raised by foreign supernatural organizations."

"I heard what Nakajima said, how should I put it, thank you for saving him."

When Zhong Ye heard this, he couldn't help but raised his head to look at the female doctor, and Xie Ye was stared at by his hair, not because of his gaze, but because it was too pure to make people feel embarrassed to look at it.

"It's not that I intend to save, it's just—"

"Well"

The groans/groans that did not belong to the two, his face gradually paled with the blood flow from the wound, the drowsy Dazai felt like he was in a nightmare at the moment, as if there was an icy cold current in his body freezing his body inch by inch .

His spirit, his soul, everything about him rebelled against the feeling.

While resisting, he heard something.

The voice was very familiar, as if, it seemed to be Chuya——

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to care about the situation on his side, and is very leisurely chatting with the woman. He wants to wave his arm to tell his partner, here, here.

I'm here--

But there is no strength, no strength at all, and the voice in my ear seems to be saying something, my partner is getting better with a woman I don't know, damn it, why should my dog ​​leave the owner aside.

When he wakes up, he must be well, well——

"call--"

As long as you struggle hard, you will always wake up from the nightmare.

Chuya looked at Xie Ye's supernatural power, and couldn't help but marvel in his mouth. "really not bad."

The wound pierced by the dagger healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the blood that flowed out could not be returned, so that the hospital gown was full of blood. If it wasn't for the patient's breathing, this might be a perfect murder scene .

"Zhongye—" a weak voice sounded in his ear.

Zhong Ye moved his eyes accordingly, without any panic on his face, his blue pupils met a pair of dark eyes. "I seemed to have a nightmare just now." The other party sat up with his elbows propped up, looking at the blood-soaked clothes in front of him. "Has Chuya hated me enough to want to kill me?"

Then his dark eyes fell on the dagger that Zhong Ye was still holding, and it was still stained with blood. The other party spoke in an almost innocent tone, and when he asked this question, a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't seem to care about what he had just woken up from, and just turned his gaze to the people standing beside him.

Yu Xie Ye looked at the head of the port, she didn't know why she always felt that the tone of the young man who woke up was a little bit wrong, it was more like complaining and acting like a baby than asking questions.

The female doctor quickly erased the unreliable thoughts in her mind. She wanted to know how the chief gentleman should answer, so Nakaya coughed lightly, and stared at him with both eyes, looking at him like a suspect.

He picked up the knife expressionlessly, wiped it on Dazai's clothes, and put it back under the clothes. For some reason, he always felt irritated that his eyelids were twitching.Especially after meeting those eyes just now, he felt even worse than when he just received a call from the Secret Service.Zhong also tried his best to suppress his emotions. He felt that if he didn't control it, he might commit murder to this patient who had just woken up not long ago, and it was a real murder!

Yu Xieye nodded secretly, as expected of the mafia, so there was no need to care about it.

Dazai, who woke up, didn't react, and heard his partner