The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

The people I met along the way fell to the ground, their bodies huddled together, trembling in pain. Mr. A's reaction was not as violent as theirs, at least he still had basic mobility and a clear consciousness.

I don’t know where the previous gun went. During the rush, Mr. A snatched another gun and a few magazines from someone else.

He ran wildly all the way, as if there was a scourge chasing after him, and he reached the ground like this.

The magnificent castle is still glorious, but...

Mr. A swept the blood splattered on the ground, and slowly put away the gun.He waved his hand, indicating to those people what to do.

Also, since Amuro went underground, it means that the above-ground part has been resolved.

Fortunately, the other party didn't bring his subordinates down with him, probably because he didn't want them to know too much so that he could deal with the follow-up.

Whether it is concealing part of the facts or reporting the truth, there is no risk of being exposed.

In short, for the time being, only Gentaku's people were affected by the strange mist, and Toru Amuro's subordinates were still alive and kicking.

Although none of them are good people, there is still a difference between friends and enemies.Thinking of this, Mr. A reminded: "Don't go near there."

"Yes!"

Next, wait for Toru Amuro to come up——

Hiss, when he thought of this, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but his head seemed to hurt even more.

Mr. A slipped outside, found a bench facing the garden and sat down. After relaxing, he felt the unnatural temperature of his body.

He touched his forehead, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was hotter in his palm or hotter in his head.

[Jun A: Mr. System, this kind of thing won't affect my memory, right? 】

[System: Please rest assured, your memory does not depend on this body. 】

That is to say, no problem. Mr. A opened his mouth to breathe the cold air. Although it has no effect on the whole body, it is at least a little psychological comfort. 【Speaking of which, this body itself exists in this world. I took it over because he was already dead. , so did not inherit his memory? 】

[System: That's not the case. When I detected the original owner's willingness to give up the body, I conveyed to him the request to take over. After obtaining consent, you will officially take over. When taking over, everything in the body will be open to you, including the memory .According to the regulations, you should have satisfied his request within a reasonable range, but the other party voluntarily gave up this opportunity. 】

Mr. A was stunned for a while. The system explained part of it to him when he first got the body. At that time, he also sighed at the generosity and open-mindedness of the original owner, [I know what to take over after obtaining consent.But I really don't see any memory, is this a bug?still……】

The system paused for a moment, [No bug detected, the reason why you did not receive the memory may be that the other party has no memory. 】

Of course, you can't view what you don't have.

Mr. A was shocked. The word memory can easily be associated with a certain aspect now. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the position behind his ear, but his arm seemed to no longer exist.

Not only that, but everything else is the same, except for the world reflected in his eyes, he can't feel anything.

[Jun A: How much is needed for this resurrection? 】

Because he did a branch line again, his current savings are still sufficient, so he is quite confident in asking this time.

[System: Sorry, no tendency to body death has been detected, do you mean to carry out body repair? 】

Mr. A?

[But my current temperature is almost ready to make hot spring eggs, and I can't move my body... Could it be that the effect of the mist is crippling?Speaking of which, the symptoms of those people I saw before seem to be different from mine...]

If this body was really related to this place in the past, even if it was an experimental body, the difference in physique is not impossible.But if there is an escaped experimental subject, the people here shouldn't be able to recognize it, right?

This face is not a popular type without any memory points.Instead, it was Gentuo who said the original words when he saw something behind his ear...

Yuantuo has some connection with the original owner, not his laboratory.

Which is to say - there's more than one guy doing this kind of research.

The brain is so hot that the thinking becomes clearer.

[System: Please don't worry, the test results show that your body will soon recover its ability to move. The fever and weakness of limbs at this time are just normal manifestations of the body's defense mechanism to eliminate drugs. 】

Mr. A blinked his eyes with difficulty, [Does this mean that this drug has no effect on me? 】

[System: It can be understood in this way. 】

Mr. A still wanted to continue asking, but suddenly found a figure approaching quickly in his field of vision, and the other person's blond hair was very conspicuous in the dark night.

Feng was left behind by this man, and the bright hair color left a blurred track on the retina. If you get closer, Mr. A can see the obvious anger on his face.

Isn't this super bad?

The emotion management master Toru Amuro actually showed such highly saturated emotions, as if he was about to beat him up on the spot, Mr. A broke out in cold sweat instantly, and was very glad that he was now in a semi-disabled state.

He closed his eyes hard and chose to play dead.

In the darkness, he felt the cool wind blowing on his bare skin, bringing an instant coolness. The tip of his nose smelled gunpowder smoke mixed with rust and an unpleasant smell. After a while, he sighed, It's hard to say what kind of emotion is hidden in it, or a combination of both.

Mr. A felt inexplicably as if his heart was being held by something.

Toru Amuro quickly discovered his abnormal state, and his palm was on his forehead as soon as he touched it, "It's so hot."

His shoulders were encircled, and he felt a sense of weightlessness, and he fell into an embrace that seemed cold at this moment.

"Come in a car!" After Amuro ordered his subordinates, he quickly left the garden and rushed across the castle to the main gate.

"Abernathy, don't let anyone go down there until I get back. Anyone come up from below and deal with it directly."

Abernathy immediately responded loudly after hearing the words: "Yes! I will never let you down!"

Mr. A's face was pressed against the side of Toru Amuro's neck, and he could clearly feel the beating of his pulse, and suddenly he felt drowsy.

-

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white ceiling.

Mr. A pursed his lips and felt a slight tingling pain when he moved his arm.

A plastic tube connected his blood vessels and the medicine bottle, and the transparent medicine liquid was continuously injected into the body.This is a hospital.

It is daytime outside the window, but the sun cannot be seen here, and the watch in the house shows that it is 24:[-] pm.

But it's not sure what day it was at one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not known how long it has passed since he lost consciousness.

He looked around.

This is a single ward, with TV, sofa, accompanying bed... The environment is very good. There is a vase on the bedside cabinet, and there is a lilac plant in it, which smells faint.

The heat preservation light of the electric kettle was on, and it was far away from the hospital bed. Mr. A realized that he was a little thirsty.

But the lips are not dry and peeling. From this point of view, maybe time seems to have passed?

He quickly got the answer from Akizawa Yao——

It's now the third day since then.

In other words, he slept for two days and more than ten hours.

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

When he was in a daze, the door of the ward opened, and Mr. A closed his eyes subconsciously.

It seems a little deja vu.

He wasn't ready to face Toru Amuro yet, no matter whether he was the one who came or not, he should keep it closed for as long as possible!

The footsteps of the visitor were barely audible, and when he walked to the bed, Mr. A smelled the familiar faint scent of men's perfume - it was Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro stood by the side for a while, straightened Mr. A's hand with the needle in it, and said in an emotionless voice: "It's obvious that the eyeballs are not in a state of sleep, the skill of pretending to be asleep is too clumsy." .”

Mr. A froze, reluctantly opened his eyes, met his backlit deep pupils, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, sorry... Actually, I want to sleep for a while..." The voice became smaller and smaller .

Toru Amuro stared at him with those guilty eyes, Mr. A looked left and right, but he didn't dare to fall on Toru Amuro, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and finally said dejectedly: "Okay, I know I was wrong. It's..."

"You..." Toru Amuro just sighed inexplicably, and his eyes became even more obscure.

What kind of person is Mr. A?

This question has not found an answer until now, and it has become more and more confusing. He once thought he knew it.

But it turns out that he only saw the appearance of the other party, so he arrogantly felt that he had seen through everything.

Mr. A unconsciously cast his gaze on him.

With a strange feeling in his heart, Mr. A blinked his sour eyes.The question I had been asking all this time came out unconsciously, "Why are you treating me so well?"

The undercover agent with a heart of justice, the mysterious and treacherous Bourbon.No matter what kind of status, there is no reason to bet real feelings on Mr. A.

All the while he'd been evading himself with reasons to be close to Rum, to use himself.

But in his heart, he has always been very clear that the other party's efforts are not directly proportional to his gains. Even if he can bring more benefits to the other party in the future, Toru Amuro is not a character who will put his chips on the unreal.

The selfishness theory mentioned by the other party is also an obvious lie. If it is just a pure bourbon, it may be more credible, but the other party is still Jiang Guling. If you can't do it, you can still like it——

"Because I like it."

Ah, so if you really like it, then there's no problem—it's a big problem!

Mr. A's eyes widened.

Toru Amuro didn't have the slightest awareness of causing turmoil in the hearts of others, and continued: "There is no reason for this kind of thing. When I first met Mr. A, I thought you were a good boy. If I have a younger brother, it should be Mr. A is like this, I gradually came up with this idea, I have always been alone, suspicious of everyone, used to cover up my true self with one secret after another, I have lived like this until now, I am tired of this life... I like Mr. A very much, so I hope to become a trusting family with you."

It's this kind of liking. Jun A breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I know that the other party's reason is false, there is a difference between lies and lies. At least using family members as an excuse is much more acceptable than lovers.

Sure enough, there is no harm if there is no comparison. After this, Mr. A has clearly realized the preciousness of the younger brother's identity.

The younger brother is the younger brother, it is better than a lover...

"Speaking of which, Mr. A probably doesn't fully trust me yet, right?" Toru Amuro gently held his cold hand outside the quilt, "Why did you give me the mask at that time?"

Mr. A took his breath back again.

"I……"

"Even if you don't trust me, you still have expectations, right? Because you are aware of the possibility that I will snatch the mask. So I dare not gamble, and I don't want to break this expectation. So I simply didn't give me the chance to choose from the very beginning. .”

Basically hit all. Mr. A didn't want to listen any more, but his current physical condition obviously didn't allow him to faint on the spot.

"No!" He interrupted hastily, "The reason why I did that is that I don't want you to be in danger. I won't die, so giving you the mask is the best solution."

"Why not die? Everyone will die. Birth and death are things that everyone must experience." Toru Amuro's inquiring eyes fell on Mr. A's face, "Accidents always happen unexpectedly, and no one can be sure of their own fate. I will still live in this world for a moment.”

Mr. A: ...

"No, I mean, that, I know that the fog has no effect on me, so I won't die." It's easy to find the reason, Mr. A heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm still alive now, right? It's completely different from other people who inhale the mist."

Amuro already realized the unnaturalness of the reaction at that time.And he probably had his head broken at the time, so he foolishly showed the other party the so-called tattoo. With Amuro Toru's strength in intelligence, Mr. A didn't think he could hide it for long. Instead of waiting for the other party to find out later, It would be better to confess now.

In other words, the frankness at this time is not based on trust, but a wise choice after a calm analysis of the current situation.

Mr. A organized the wording: "Actually... I don't remember the past. From the time I have memories, it is already what I am now. I have never met anyone who knows me. It is like a ghost. The connection just exists."

He glanced at Toru Amuro covertly, and the other party's expression was flawless, so he could only continue: "After that, I met Rum and joined the organization. Until now, although I don't remember much, since Yuantuo knew me tattoo, it means that I should have some relationship with his experiment, and my intuition tells me that nothing will happen, so..."

It's a bit far-fetched to say this, Mr. A doesn't know that kind of medicine, and there is no way to confirm whether the memory is reversible.In short, it's reasonable, the other party can't find the person to confront him.

"Is that so..." Toru Amuro was noncommittal to his words, and asked instead, "Are you hungry?"

"Eh, ah, a little bit."

"I'll go to the doctor to remove the needle for you, and then you can drink some porridge."

Mr. A looked at the closed door, and for a moment didn't know whether he should relax or not.

It always feels like it's not over yet.

With concern, he finally waited for the follow-up after dawdling and drinking a small bowl of sweet porridge.

Toru Amuro put the bowl and spoon on the table, interlaced his fingers, and looked at Mr. A who was sitting up. "The underground laboratory has been cleaned up. People who inhaled the mist died, but they were not killed by drugs."

Mr. A has a bad feeling.

Amuro revealed a smile that can be described as bright: "I installed C4 below without telling others, and the castle on the ground has sunk, and the U disk was handed over to Rum yesterday after modifying part of the content. "

"I deleted TheSeed. And..."

Mr. A was forced to listen to the process of his deception and secret operation, and was shocked: "Wait, wait a minute! I am from Rum!"

Just say in front of him how to fool your boss, what do you mean?

"Ah, that's right." Amuro Toru seemed to have just realized it, showing a dazed expression. He stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, clasped his hands together, tilted his head and blinked one eye, "Then please Mr. A Keep it a secret for me, will you?"

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

He gasped, and said dryly, "No, so you shouldn't tell me this kind of thing..."

"There's nothing I can do about what I've said." Toru Amuro rolled his eyes, "Can Mr. A keep it a secret for me?"

What's the difference between this sentence and directly asking can you break the rum for me?

Mr. A wanted to shake his head decisively and say no, but the fact is that he really would not inform Rum.Even cryptically revealing Bourbon's credible messages to Rum from time to time.

Mr. A was silent for a long time, even Toru Amuro became a little uneasy.He couldn't help but began to reflect on whether his behavior was too aggressive.

probably not.

Regardless of the real reason, Mr. A's choice at the critical moment of life and death is undeniable. Even if he is not a trustworthy person in the other party's heart, he must be important.

The handle handed over represents the transfer of the initiative, and it is also a guarantee that he will not betray.It's proof of his sincerity.

From the very beginning, Toru Amuro had some idea of ​​pulling Mr. A out of the quagmire of the organization.But no matter what the plan is, the premise of everything is trust.

Otherwise, it would be counterproductive, just like if he had expressed his intentions to Mr. A when he first met, he was an undercover agent and wanted to bring Mr. A back to Japan and be protected by the police as a tainted witness—he would definitely be killed.

Poisoning, sneak attack, assassination... Mr. A is not the type who will soften his heart at critical moments.

At this moment, Amuro Toru, who sensed Mr. A's softening attitude, took a big step decisively.

However, under the long silence of the other party, the intelligence dealer who has always been able to handle people's hearts with ease can't help but feel a little worried.

He showed this emotion without any concealment.

If it can make the other party feel compassion, this anxiety is also a resource that can be used.

If I remember correctly, Mr. A still prefers his face.

The white and flat quilt was twisted into a ball in his hands, and the folds were layered like a flower. Mr. A turned his face away, but he couldn't look directly at the restless expression on that face, "The main purpose of this operation is to find out the source of the information leak. , but can that USB flash drive deliver business to Rum?"

Toru Amuro smiled brightly, "Of course it's not just the USB flash drive. Speaking of it, I have to thank Mr. A so that I can find out about those things."

"what?"

"Because of that tattoo, I think the same as you." Amuro said bluntly, "I investigated the record of your earliest appearance in society, investigated various news before that time, and after screening, I finally locked an accidental fire. event."

The cause of the fire was given by the police as the leakage of flammable gas, which caused a flashover phenomenon and burned for [-] hours.

The location of the fire is a research institute under the name of Sanjiang Group, which has been built for nearly 20 years.But there has been no decent contribution, so little is known.

After the incident happened, the media focused their attention here, only to find that this research institute has the support of Councilor Anjo and former Prime Minister Hashida.

Of course, this is not information that can be put on the bright side, and Toru Amuro also obtained it through special channels.

Integrating the intelligence from both sides of the police and the organization, he even found a part of the staff of the research institute. Yuantuo's face was impressively listed. His real name is Gentuo Hayato. He has dual master's degrees in biology and medicine. Excellent talent, joined this institute 15 years ago, disappeared ten years ago.

Of course, the research institute has been burned down, and these specious claims are not enough to dismiss Rum. The real highlight is Professor Matsuo Ibuki, who is the special instructor of the research institute. Find his profile in the background panel.

That was Ramsay, Rum's subordinate, who should have died 20 years ago.

The leak of this incident was also a big trouble for Rum. After all, Ramsay also died in the fire. After Rum beat Amuro Toru to keep him secret, he let it go.

Of course, the accounts that should be settled still have to be settled, but it is not something that Amuro can intervene when it concerns members of parliament and ministers.

Toru Amuro finally said: "I've already confirmed it. No one knows your origin, and I will keep paying attention to it in the future, and I won't let anyone know."

"The you now are just Mr. A." He smiled warmly, and his voice was soft but firm.

Mr. A's throat was dry: "Well...thank you..."

Fortunately, I told the truth before and did not hide it.He thought fortunately that an intelligence officer like Amuro Toru who eats at both ends is really terrible.

However, since all the research institutes have been burned down, he has no way of knowing what kind of experiment happened to him, and why he has the ability to decompose that kind of drug...

That's probably what he wanted too.

The two couldn't continue their conversation, Amuro Toru's phone rang, and he answered it and was about to leave after listening.

"Stay here and rest well. Although you are better now, your physical loss will not recover in a short while. You stay in the hospital. There are people who can take care of you when I am away, okay? Don't worry me ’” he said in a deliberative tone.

Mr. A can only nod.

Toru Amuro put his palm on top of his head and rubbed it, "I'll be back at night, you can call me if you have anything to do, the password of the new phone is still the same as before."

Mr. A was speechless for a moment. Speaking of which, since he did the job of organizing, none of the mobile phones in his hands can survive a week.

This has also led to his mobile phone models always keeping up with the forefront of the times and following the trend.

"I'm leaving." Amuro opened the door of the ward, and the cool breeze in the corridor blew away the heat in the room. He waited for a while, and a boy's voice came from behind him.

"Be careful on the road."

After Amuro Toru left, Mr. A turned on the TV and watched it for a while and then turned it off again. It may be because he has always been a fan of otaku culture, and he felt a little uncomfortable watching it, so he picked up his newly acquired mobile phone.

At [-]:[-] p.m., Mr. A got up from the hospital bed and planned to go outside to let the wind go.

I didn’t feel it when I was lying on the bed, but once I stood up, I could clearly feel muscle weakness. Mr. A took a few breaths, put a plaster on his left arm and hung it around his neck, leaned on the wall with his right hand, and walked out of the ward slowly .

He still had two gunshot wounds on his body, and I don't know how Toru Amuro explained to the doctor when he sent him here.

Most of the people coming and going in the corridor are dignified and hurried, each with their own sorrows and sorrows, and they don't have much experience to care about a stranger. Mr. A walked aimlessly and arrived at the elevator without knowing it.

There were still two people waiting in front of him, so he took the opportunity to follow them to the elevator. This is the No. [-] ward building, and there are single wards on the tenth floor, and Mr. A is on the fifteenth floor.

The elevator went all the way down to the first floor, and the two of them left. Mr. A hesitated, but he still didn't go down. After all, he promised to stay here, it's better not to leave this building.

One second before the automatic door closed, someone ran over from the lobby, and Mr. A pressed the door to open, allowing the other person to catch up with the elevator.

"Thank you." The other party is an image of an elite woman, with long chestnut hair coiled on top of her head, and sharp eyes under the glasses. When she looks at Mr. A, she softens a little. Running all the way in high heels makes her breathe a little short of breath.

"It's okay..." Mr. A shook his head, feeling that she looked familiar.But I couldn't remember where I saw it for a while, so I had to give up.

The other party pressed the button on the fifteenth floor, and the button turned red, and everything else was dark: "Which floor are you going to?" She asked.

"Same as you." Mr. A felt a little tired after just walking a few steps, so he didn't plan to continue running around.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. A doctor pushing a cart stepped onto the elevator. After a glance, he didn't press the floor. It seemed that he was going to the same destination as them.

Mr. A smelled a familiar smell from him.But if you smell it carefully, it actually only smells of disinfectant water.

On the fifteenth floor, the woman nodded to Mr. A and ran out in a hurry, followed by the doctor, and Mr. A was the last to go out.So I know that she entered the ward opposite Mr. A.

"Is this how you take care of Xiaolan? What else do you do besides drinking all day long? Xiaolan is only 13 years old and needs to cook for you and wash your clothes. You don't look like a father! You don't even know she has a fever." !"

The voice slipped out from the open door, and Mr. A stopped opening the door.

Xiaolan?

The conversation inside was still going on. The woman, who should be Feiyingli now, said angrily: "If Shinichi hadn't just come to find Xiaolan, she would have stayed in the room and endured the pain, but her father didn't know what to do. Still laughing at the TV!"

Hearing this, Mori Kogoro is indeed a bit unqualified to be a father.But Mao Lilan can cook at the age of 13...

This made Mr. A feel a little ashamed. He has not mastered this skill until now.Not only that, the meals handled by him can even be regarded as dark dishes...

"Hiss..." Although he was a little distracted, Mr. A was aware of it before he was hit.

But helplessly, his body didn't respond well, and he was finally hit hard by the metal cart. When he fell to the ground, his wound was pulled, and his head was a little dizzy.

It was the doctor from before who bumped into him, wearing a mask and a wig, with only a pair of eyes exposed, with a slender shape, and looked a bit fierce when he looked down at Mr. A: "Stand here to block the way, you can't Do you think about others?"

"Obviously it was the uncle who bumped into the big brother! Not only did he not apologize, but he even blamed the patient instead. It's really rude! How can a person like you become a doctor!" Kudo Shinichi said angrily.

He was at a loss between the husband and wife.So when I heard the noise outside, I immediately found an excuse and ran out, but I didn't expect to see an acquaintance-Fujita Yoki, the guy I met in Hokkaido.

In the end, before I was happy about this chance encounter, I heard the doctor's nasty speech.

"What do little devils know! I'm in a hurry, and no one can afford to delay the patient!" The doctor snorted coldly, pushed the cart and left.

Kudo Shinichi was angry: "How can there be such a person!"

Be sure to complain to him!This guy's name tag is...not hanging.Generally speaking, the staff in the hospital will hang a name tag on their chest, and there are positions and so on, which is also convenient for identification, but the guy just now has nothing—could it be that he knew that he would be complained a long time ago, so he planned ahead?

That's too hateful!

The famous detective who was still a teenager didn't bother to condemn the doctor, he hurriedly walked up to Mr. A and squatted down, and asked anxiously: "Are you okay? How is your arm? Is there anything? Hey! Blood is coming out, I'll help you Call the doctor!"

"I'm fine..." Mr. A grabbed his wrist before he ran to ring the bell, "The wound has opened a little, it's fine, just leave it alone to this extent and it will heal on its own, no need to re-bandage."

Kudo Shinichi: "Ah, is that so?"