Yokohama Cadre Nakahara March

March calmly organizes medical records in the noisy environment of the hospital.

I feel deeply that even a high-tech hospital is a very noisy place.

Just when Ma Qi was thinking so, the surrounding suddenly fell into silence.

There seemed to be some terrifying existence approaching, making them afraid to make a sound.

Madge, who is not too curious, is making records while screening out the medical records that may have problems.

The sound of boots falling to the ground, and the sound of the chains on the clothes shaking as they walked, were approaching Ma Qi step by step.

The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the disposable needle that had just been removed was hidden in the palm.

If someone wants to do something here, she must find a way to get out of the opponent's hands.

"Knock, knock—" Knuckles tapped on the reception desk.

"Where is the inpatient department of the hospital?" It was a familiar but deeper and more depressing voice than what Ma Qi usually heard.

Wearing a pink nurse hat, Madge, who has been busy tidying up, raised her head, and her cold face was dotted with purple cat eyes, adding a sense of mystery.

"...Chuya?" March was a little surprised.

She really didn't expect to see Chuya Nakahara so soon.

Nakahara Chuya in front of him is wearing a dark military uniform, with a strict style and a sense of abstinence, his brows are tightly knit, his slightly messy brown hair is pressed under his military cap, and his hands on the reception desk are wearing white gloves .

Hearing Ma Qi calling him, Zhong Yuanzhong was obviously a little shocked, his cobalt blue eyes enlarged slightly, "Hey! How did you come in here!"

Straightforward and blunt, with an unbelievable tone.

Shouldn't March still be in Sapporo?

No matter how bad it is, even if she received a text message from Paknotan, she should stop the people from the Armed Detective Agency. How could she be brought here like him.

To die, the two most powerful fighters of the Port Mafia are trapped here.

Purple eyes looked around, both the patient and the doctor were quietly looking at them, while trying not to make a sound.

It seemed that he was afraid of disturbing some evil dragon.

Purple pupils finally met those beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

Isn't it just a dragon?

Mystery novels are not what Nakahara Chuya is good at. If you can't find the murderer, you will become a violent dragon.

Madge packed it up calmly. She felt that there was something strange about the medical records and stood up, "It's because of the red thread."

Nakahara Chuya's expression froze.

Immediately, he raised his hand to press his face a little irritably, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not blaming you."

Madge nodded, "I know, let's find a place to talk."

Exchange information between the two parties.

From the current point of view, Zhong Yuanzhong should have come here earlier than her.

The expression on his handsome and unruly face froze, and Zhongyuan Zhong also carefully glanced at Ma Qi.

Could she be angry?

However, some small habits that I usually have when I am angry have not appeared.

Sometimes Zhong Yuanzhong really feels a headache about his fiancée's cold and indifferent appearance.

He couldn't always tell if she was angry or seriously thinking.

Just like now.

Because he was worried about the safety of the leader, Nakahara Chuya was able to comfort himself. He was brought in, so Ma Qi was still there.

But now, even Madge is included in the book.

It's not out of the question to rely on the rest of the Harbor Mafia to fend off the Armed Detective Agency.

However, there is no overwhelming power to end the battle quickly, and every second of delay will increase the damage to the leader's body caused by the co-phagia.

So he was really just in a hurry just now.

...there is no one who cares about the leader more than Maqi's safety.

March walked ahead holding the documents, looking at the layout of the hospital along the way, originally thinking of taking Zhongya Zhongya to the nurses' lounge.

However, because he is a newcomer, and although Ma Qi has worked as a black doctor before, he really has never worked in a hospital, so he doesn't know the internal layout of the hospital.

In the end, I chose to push away an empty ward and talk about things here.

Unaware of the way he just came here, Zhongyuan Zhong also imagined so many marquis, "Does Zhong also know that this is a novel world constructed by superhuman abilities?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and quickly calmed down, "The guy from the detective agency said that there are more than 1000 characters on the stage, half of which are mystery novels about murderers."

Rubbing the information in his hand with his fingertips, Ma Qi muttered to himself in a low voice, "It's not good, this is a plan specially used by the detective agency to delay time."

Even without supernatural powers, it is not difficult for them to survive in this speculative novel world full of murderers.

But the problem now is that there is a time limit for the co-phagia in the leader Mori Ogai.

48 hours is not enough.

"How long has Chuya been here?" March tried to calm down his thoughts.

It is important to find the killers, but it is also very important to understand the background of the world they are in now.

"It's been more than ten hours." Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, the remaining time is getting less and less, but they are still trapped in the book.

In the past ten hours, Zhongyuan didn't do nothing, at least he found fifty or sixty murderers with his fists alone.

Reasoning is not what he is good at, let alone time constraints.

There was no other way, Zhong Yuanzhong had no choice but to adopt the method he was best at.

Hit them all.

"More than ten hours... But when I came in, the detective agency hadn't completely transferred their president away." Sitting on the hospital bed, Marge crossed his legs and supported his chin with one hand.

Is there a time difference between reality and the book, or did she come in through the red thread and wake up ten hours late?

The pink nurse's uniform was pushed up slightly because of the sitting position, and the nurse's uniform was tightened with a bulging chest. The white buttons seemed to fall off at any time, the long purple hair was coiled behind her head, and the nurse's cap was fastened with a small clip.

Zhong Yuanzhong also swallowed his saliva and looked away.

By the way, is this really a nurse uniform?

He remembered that when he went to the hospital, the nurse's clothes were not like this...

Zhong Yuanzhong also managed to stabilize his mood. The most important thing now is to find the five hundred murderers and leave the book.

The ocher head shook, clearing out irrelevant content.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a general introduction to Ma Qi, the style of this painting is biased towards the world of technology.

This is a deformed society.

In other words, with more than a thousand characters on stage, half of them are murderers, which doesn't sound like a normal place.

Although it looks glamorous on the surface and has all the necessary equipment, in fact this is a closed Colosseum.

Criminals with previous criminal records and unstable psychological evaluations, as well as some descendants of criminals, are thrown into the society.

A colosseum for the upper echelon of higher realms and technology.

Whether it is to kill or be killed, it is a good show for them.

In addition to the descendants of sinners who have no criminal records themselves, for murderers, this is also their hunting ground.

No matter what the intentions of the people who put them in are, for them, as long as they are not locked in a small cell, but can still kill people outside, it is the greatest entertainment.

Always, a bunch of outright scum.

For Nakahara Chuya, although someone may be accidentally injured by him, under this situation, he can't care so much.

When a murderer is picked out of the crowd, it's game over for them.

Although you won't die, being caught means going back to your cell and waiting for the next opening of the Colosseum.

However, most of the guys who were arrested and beaten by Zhongyuan Zhongye quickly begged for mercy and pleaded guilty.

They like to kill, but that doesn't mean they don't fear death.

After all, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked for people to fight everywhere, which was really scary. It looked as if they didn't recognize them and beat them to death on the spot.

Obviously wearing an officer's uniform, he looked like an upright soldier who violated military discipline and offended his superiors and was thrown in.

Who knew it was so scary.

Do you need to think about whether to die now or be arrested?

Of course, there will still be people who play tricks, thinking that as long as he denies it, Zhongyuan Zhong will not be able to determine whether he is a murderer or not.

To deal with this kind of person, he usually chooses to tie them up and throw them in an empty corner.

Either wait for him to quickly end this ridiculous Colosseum, or obediently admit that he is a murderer and go back to the cell.

These are the fifty or sixty murderers that Zhongye Zhongye found out without sleep for ten hours.

If it wasn't because he couldn't use supernatural powers, he could have smashed it here more simply.

If you can't find all five hundred murderers, you just smash the game field, and no one can continue to play.

When they came to pick them up, they knocked down all the people along the way, and snatched all the information of thousands of people who entered the venue.

The identity information of the descendants of the criminals may not be available, but...the murderers, they must have.

Even though the descendants of sinners will have some murderers, this can save them a lot of effort.

"...the law here stipulates that the death penalty cannot be imposed?" March pursed his lips thoughtfully.

Different from his cool appearance, Ma Qi's lips are pale pink, and when he purses his lips, his lips will pout slightly, as if inviting a kiss.

His eyes fixed on Ma Qi's lips, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also coughed lightly and turned his eyes away.

Marge looked over suspiciously.

Zhong Yuanzhong also waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

Half of the probability of a murderer is too high no matter which area it is placed in. I already know that the other party has a hobby of killing, but I still made such a Colosseum.

I don't know whether to use murderers to consume each other's kind in disguise, or to use them for the entertainment of the upper class.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "Yes, human rights in the West."

Even though Edgar Allan Poe didn't deliberately set the background in this aspect, as the world of his superpowers, where he didn't have a specific setting, he would take things he was familiar with as supplements.

The eyelashes fluttered lightly, and he raised his purple-sapphire eyes, "Did Chuya come here to read the information of the patients in the hospital?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded without hesitation, and then changed the tone, "Yes, I originally wanted to see who was attacked."

"But since Maggie is here, I'll leave this place to you."