This was the first time he saw Amuro Toru look so embarrassed.
Since the first meeting, the other party has always been calm and easy-going. He walks between black and white like a fish in water, as if everything is under control. The only mistake is that Mr. A cheated him from the inside, Scotland's suspended animation.
Mr. A has never wondered why Toru Amuro, who is 24 or 5 years old, is so powerful.
It stands to reason that the other party has only graduated from the police academy for two years, and has only been in contact with the organization for about a year. In the end, his work is as tight as an old fritter who has been struggling for more than ten years.
When the opponent must have made a mistake, it's just that he hasn't seen it. Mr. A finally came to the conclusion that Toru Amuro is not stingy with using everything available, and showing weakness is no exception, but when he is really weak, the other party will never show his embarrassed side to anyone.
Jiang Gu Ling is a proud person, even a little conceited, and the other party does have this capital.
So such a proud person will always be strong and calm in front of others, and there are only a few people who can let him touch his true heart without reservation.And these people died without exception in the original development.
When he was a paper man, Mr. A could be bloody from the knife, crazily complaining about the author's inhumanity, and at the same time talking about the beauty and misery of the other party, and even yelling to make the knife come more violently. , but when he became a living person, Mr. A would not be able to regain the mood at that time no matter what. Such a future is too cruel.
Mr. A understands the feeling of loneliness, so he is more fortunate, at least the Jiang Gu Ling he knows will not be alone, and the pain, sorrow, anger and joy of the other party will be shared.
Although none of this has anything to do with him.
Jiang Gu Linghui and his four friends will go on forever, and Mr. A can also complete the task and live a happy life.
They all have bright futures.
Mr. A got off the taxi in the nearest residential area, bought (forcibly) a vehicle from an unlucky passer-by, and finally arrived at the location displayed by the location.
He pushed open the closed metal door of the warehouse, and it was pitch black inside, with the moonlight shining in from the door, only vague outlines could be seen clearly.
The pale golden hair became the only bright color in the shadows. The young man arched his back like a shrimp, and the 1.8-meter-tall man curled up into a ball. In the quiet air, the sound of the other party's panting was like thunder to the second person's ears.
The blood seemed to freeze for a moment. The cold wind in November took away the only body temperature, and the coldness flowed from the limbs to the heart. After a very short shock, he immediately rushed to Amuro Toru, and his outstretched hand was touching When the other party exposed his skin, he retracted subconsciously, and quickly covered his forehead lightly.
The temperature was very high, the hair was already wet with sweat, and the clothes looked like they had been fished out of the water. It was obviously not an ordinary fever.
The dim light is not conducive to checking the situation. Mr. A turned on the flash of the mobile phone and quickly found the switch of the ceiling light in the warehouse. From the dustfall situation, it can be seen that someone has used it not long ago, so it can still be used.
Bright light filled the entire space, Mr. A returned to Toru Amuro, maintaining a half-kneeling posture but didn't know what to do.
At the moment of his hesitation, probably because of the stimulation of the light, the other party's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Amuro Toru's exposed skin was abnormally red, which was not obvious under the cover of a darker complexion, but his lips were pale. The young man grasped the fabric on his chest, exerting so much force that his joints turned white, his breathing was short and disordered, and even reached an abnormal level. the point.
The other party's dull smoky purple eyes seemed to be looking at him, but they were not focused. Physiological tears overflowed from the full eye sockets and fell on the concrete floor, leaving irregular marks. His handsome appearance and those innocent drooping eyes make him look fragile and fragile, which can easily arouse evil thoughts in people's hearts.
Mr. A held his breath subconsciously, and soon realized that now was not the time to be seduced by beauty, he rolled his Adam's apple, and realized that his voice was a bit dry when he opened his mouth: "Brother Tou?"
He carefully stretched out his hand, picked him up from the cold ground, and finally sat down by himself, letting Amuro lean on him with his upper body.
The scalding body temperature forced him to sweat, Mr. A didn't know what happened to the other party, and he was not sure whether he could call an ambulance in this situation, so he could only try to call the other party's mind with words: "Brother Tou, Amuro Tow! How are you feeling?"
The other party's pale lips opened and closed a few times, but he didn't utter a single syllable. Instead, his breathing became more rapid, his face suddenly turned pale, and his limbs also showed signs of faint twitching. Mr. A supported his arms subconsciously tightened, and his brain became a mess. It is impossible to judge the situation at this moment.In other words, Mr. A himself does not have this kind of knowledge reserve in his mind at all.
He is clear about general symptoms such as cold and fever.But Toru Amuro's current situation is obviously beyond his comprehension.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more serious, he couldn't care less about other things. Mr. A took out the phone from his pocket, the screen just turned on, and the next second, a hand pinched the wrist bone, "No...the hospital..."
Toru Amuro almost squeezed these words through his teeth. He tried his best to suppress his breathing rate, but with little effect.
Mr. A originally thought that Toru Amuro was in a state where he couldn't communicate, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Since the other party said that he could not go to the hospital, he immediately threw the phone away, stared closely at those calm eyes, and then calmed down his restless heart, "What should I do?"
It is undeniable that he has a considerable degree of trust and dependence on Toru Amuro, like a reassurance stone.
Toru Amuro has the basic thinking ability. In his own opinion, he is very rational and sober now, and it is no problem to judge the situation.
Hyperpnea Syndrome—Excessive breathing, because carbon dioxide is continuously discharged and the concentration is too low, causing respiratory alkalosis, causing numbness of hands and feet, and convulsions of limbs in severe cases.
He also knows the treatment measures. One is to inject sedatives to force the patient to calm down, and the other is to inhale oxygen containing 5% CO2, or cover the mouth and nose with paper bags or long tube bags, so as to increase the dead space of the respiratory tract and reduce the exhalation and loss of CO2. .But the problem is that they don't have this condition now.
Toru Amuro held Mr. A's wrist and led it in his direction. He released the command and executed it slowly. He then grabbed the fabric of the other party's neckline and squeezed out a few words: "Artificial...breathing... "
The concentration of carbon dioxide in exhaled air is between 4% and 5%.However, artificial respiration can also forcefully slow down his current breathing rate. In short, it is a very feasible method.
Mr. A immediately put the opponent flat on the ground, pinched the nose with one hand, supported the mandible with the other, took a breath, and bent down without hesitation.
The whole process was like a competition, a competition of lung capacity and blowing strength. Mr. A's originally white face suddenly turned red, and he didn't care about any charming thoughts.
The match lasted for several rounds, and the strength of the opponent's resistance finally eased, and the breathing rate gradually became the same.
When it was over, Mr. A himself was so tired that his limbs went numb.The transparent filaments elongated and broke with the movement of raising his head, he froze for a moment, and frantically wiped the corners of his mouth and the water that had slid down his cheeks for Toru Amuro.
The other party squinted his eyes after being rubbed by him, his expression was blank and puzzled, and when he stopped his hand, he calmly said: "Cold."
Your body temperature can make hot spring eggs, okay?
Mr. A dared not speak out, endured the heat on his face, quickly took off his coat, and when he helped Toru Amuro up, the other party took advantage of the gap between his raised arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and leaned over with his whole body, his face Buried on Mr. A's neck.
His body froze, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one had the higher body temperature, he or Toru Amuro. Then he spread his jacket over the other's back, and tied his sleeves in a knot behind him.
In short, the crisis is temporarily lifted, but the other party will definitely catch a cold if he continues to stay here in this state.
He should have hijacked a car, but now he can only take people all the way back, or call someone?
Mr. A asked without hope: "I can find someone to pick us up, can I?"
"No..." Toru Amuro replied decisively.
Well, we still have to blow the wind all the way, and find a nearby hotel to rest, but before that, he has to take a break.
The previously numb limbs were still in the adaptation period, and the dilated and congested subcutaneous capillaries on the face also needed time to recover. He decided to take this time to ask about the specific situation: "What happened before?"
"Gin..." The other party said a name, and the breath sprayed on his skin was scorching hot, "I used Belmode as an excuse, although there is no flaw, but after all he is suspicious by nature and doesn't like me, plus Rum's Because of this, it is rare to catch a handle.
So he used the reason of mission failure to call me here and interrogate me. Rather than thinking that I was a traitor or an undercover agent, he hoped that I was, so that he had a reason to kill me. "
Mr. A felt that he was going to digress, and quickly asked: "What did he do to you?"
Toru Amuro said: "Teritaserum was originally intended for the mission target. Sometimes I really doubt that Gin's so-called topkiller's title was obtained by killing his own people. For such a simple mission, the detailed information is at the very beginning. I gave it to him, even without me, switching to vodka wouldn't mess it up. In the end, he killed the mission target and didn't mention it, but he still has the face to pin the failure on me..."
Mr. A: ...
It was the first time I saw such a long-winded Toru Amuro.
He had to interrupt when the other party dissed the gin: "Shouldn't the effect of drinking veritaserum be like this?"
At least not hot.
"Other potions similar to Veritaserum." Amuro Toru paused for a moment, then approached Mr. A, and said in a muffled voice, "Cold."
Who can stand this?
Mr. A put on the coat hat for him with trembling hands.
The limbs are no longer numb, but the face is even hotter! How can it be repaired!
He gritted his teeth and stood up holding Toru Amuro, clasped his thighs with both hands, left the warehouse in such an awkward posture, and stepped onto the motorcycle.
"I'm looking for a hotel nearby. It's going to be a bit cold on the way, Brother Tou...be patient."
When the roar of the engine sounded, he pursed his lower lip and still asked the question, "Do you know who I am?"
This is an unnecessary question, but emotion and pragmatism don't always go hand in hand, so he just asks casually, and it doesn't matter what the answer is.
The other party's voice was easily blown away by the wind, but Mr. A could hear it clearly because of the close proximity.
"Of course I shouldn't have hung up when you called me, but it was too loud."
He took a hard breath, his teeth were a little clumsy due to the cold, but he uttered the words clearly, with a kind of cuteness in his words, "I didn't intend to let you come, and I didn't want you to worry, but I'm very happy that you can come."
Mr. A doesn’t know if he heard his noisy heartbeat. The night is so dark that even the moon is temporarily covered by dark clouds. In the deserted land, motorcycles are roaring on the road, and the cold winter wind cuts on the face like a knife. There are only two of them left.
"You can rely on me a little more, I mean..." Mr. A said dryly, "My strength is also quite strong, and I can help. If, uh, there is something I can do, I can do anything."
"Including the betrayal organization?"
"Including the betrayal of the organization." Mr. A replied decisively. He was always wondering when the other party would bring it up. He thought it would be at least the first year of Conan, but now it can only be regarded as an emergency.
But the answer is the same, he promised, "You are my most important person in this world, no matter what you do, I will support you unconditionally."
Toru Amuro: "Even if I'm not..."
He realized that this was a restricted area and did not continue talking.
"I see." In the end, I only got an ambiguous reply.
Mr. A pursed his lower lip unhappily. He thought that Toru Amuro would at least say that you are also my important person, or something sweeter.I know it's a lie, but I'm happy to hear it.
Forget it, you can't force a person who has drunk Veritaserum to tell lies.
After entering the urban area, the strange riding posture of the two of them attracted the attention of many people, but Mr. A has already practiced a thick skin, and he arrived at the predetermined destination without squinting all the way.
He stopped at a hotel, untied the knot on his back, put the coat on Toru Amuro, who was in a weak state, and walked in with someone on his back.
It's not too late now, most of the shops are open, Mr. A plans to go out and buy some clothes after the person is settled, and change the wet clothes of the other party.
And dinner...
The black-haired boy was only wearing a sweater and a base layer in such weather, while his fellow travelers were wrapped in coats, with most of their faces covered by a hood, as if they were in two seasons.
The latter put his arm on the other shoulder of the boy who was shorter than him, and the other boy held his waist. The two of them were very close, and they walked all the way to the front desk.
This hotel is not very strict, and only one person needs to register for a room. Mr. A took out his ID card from the coat on Toru Amuro's body, and said, "Open a room."
Since the first meeting, the other party has always been calm and easy-going. He walks between black and white like a fish in water, as if everything is under control. The only mistake is that Mr. A cheated him from the inside, Scotland's suspended animation.
Mr. A has never wondered why Toru Amuro, who is 24 or 5 years old, is so powerful.
It stands to reason that the other party has only graduated from the police academy for two years, and has only been in contact with the organization for about a year. In the end, his work is as tight as an old fritter who has been struggling for more than ten years.
When the opponent must have made a mistake, it's just that he hasn't seen it. Mr. A finally came to the conclusion that Toru Amuro is not stingy with using everything available, and showing weakness is no exception, but when he is really weak, the other party will never show his embarrassed side to anyone.
Jiang Gu Ling is a proud person, even a little conceited, and the other party does have this capital.
So such a proud person will always be strong and calm in front of others, and there are only a few people who can let him touch his true heart without reservation.And these people died without exception in the original development.
When he was a paper man, Mr. A could be bloody from the knife, crazily complaining about the author's inhumanity, and at the same time talking about the beauty and misery of the other party, and even yelling to make the knife come more violently. , but when he became a living person, Mr. A would not be able to regain the mood at that time no matter what. Such a future is too cruel.
Mr. A understands the feeling of loneliness, so he is more fortunate, at least the Jiang Gu Ling he knows will not be alone, and the pain, sorrow, anger and joy of the other party will be shared.
Although none of this has anything to do with him.
Jiang Gu Linghui and his four friends will go on forever, and Mr. A can also complete the task and live a happy life.
They all have bright futures.
Mr. A got off the taxi in the nearest residential area, bought (forcibly) a vehicle from an unlucky passer-by, and finally arrived at the location displayed by the location.
He pushed open the closed metal door of the warehouse, and it was pitch black inside, with the moonlight shining in from the door, only vague outlines could be seen clearly.
The pale golden hair became the only bright color in the shadows. The young man arched his back like a shrimp, and the 1.8-meter-tall man curled up into a ball. In the quiet air, the sound of the other party's panting was like thunder to the second person's ears.
The blood seemed to freeze for a moment. The cold wind in November took away the only body temperature, and the coldness flowed from the limbs to the heart. After a very short shock, he immediately rushed to Amuro Toru, and his outstretched hand was touching When the other party exposed his skin, he retracted subconsciously, and quickly covered his forehead lightly.
The temperature was very high, the hair was already wet with sweat, and the clothes looked like they had been fished out of the water. It was obviously not an ordinary fever.
The dim light is not conducive to checking the situation. Mr. A turned on the flash of the mobile phone and quickly found the switch of the ceiling light in the warehouse. From the dustfall situation, it can be seen that someone has used it not long ago, so it can still be used.
Bright light filled the entire space, Mr. A returned to Toru Amuro, maintaining a half-kneeling posture but didn't know what to do.
At the moment of his hesitation, probably because of the stimulation of the light, the other party's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Amuro Toru's exposed skin was abnormally red, which was not obvious under the cover of a darker complexion, but his lips were pale. The young man grasped the fabric on his chest, exerting so much force that his joints turned white, his breathing was short and disordered, and even reached an abnormal level. the point.
The other party's dull smoky purple eyes seemed to be looking at him, but they were not focused. Physiological tears overflowed from the full eye sockets and fell on the concrete floor, leaving irregular marks. His handsome appearance and those innocent drooping eyes make him look fragile and fragile, which can easily arouse evil thoughts in people's hearts.
Mr. A held his breath subconsciously, and soon realized that now was not the time to be seduced by beauty, he rolled his Adam's apple, and realized that his voice was a bit dry when he opened his mouth: "Brother Tou?"
He carefully stretched out his hand, picked him up from the cold ground, and finally sat down by himself, letting Amuro lean on him with his upper body.
The scalding body temperature forced him to sweat, Mr. A didn't know what happened to the other party, and he was not sure whether he could call an ambulance in this situation, so he could only try to call the other party's mind with words: "Brother Tou, Amuro Tow! How are you feeling?"
The other party's pale lips opened and closed a few times, but he didn't utter a single syllable. Instead, his breathing became more rapid, his face suddenly turned pale, and his limbs also showed signs of faint twitching. Mr. A supported his arms subconsciously tightened, and his brain became a mess. It is impossible to judge the situation at this moment.In other words, Mr. A himself does not have this kind of knowledge reserve in his mind at all.
He is clear about general symptoms such as cold and fever.But Toru Amuro's current situation is obviously beyond his comprehension.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more serious, he couldn't care less about other things. Mr. A took out the phone from his pocket, the screen just turned on, and the next second, a hand pinched the wrist bone, "No...the hospital..."
Toru Amuro almost squeezed these words through his teeth. He tried his best to suppress his breathing rate, but with little effect.
Mr. A originally thought that Toru Amuro was in a state where he couldn't communicate, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Since the other party said that he could not go to the hospital, he immediately threw the phone away, stared closely at those calm eyes, and then calmed down his restless heart, "What should I do?"
It is undeniable that he has a considerable degree of trust and dependence on Toru Amuro, like a reassurance stone.
Toru Amuro has the basic thinking ability. In his own opinion, he is very rational and sober now, and it is no problem to judge the situation.
Hyperpnea Syndrome—Excessive breathing, because carbon dioxide is continuously discharged and the concentration is too low, causing respiratory alkalosis, causing numbness of hands and feet, and convulsions of limbs in severe cases.
He also knows the treatment measures. One is to inject sedatives to force the patient to calm down, and the other is to inhale oxygen containing 5% CO2, or cover the mouth and nose with paper bags or long tube bags, so as to increase the dead space of the respiratory tract and reduce the exhalation and loss of CO2. .But the problem is that they don't have this condition now.
Toru Amuro held Mr. A's wrist and led it in his direction. He released the command and executed it slowly. He then grabbed the fabric of the other party's neckline and squeezed out a few words: "Artificial...breathing... "
The concentration of carbon dioxide in exhaled air is between 4% and 5%.However, artificial respiration can also forcefully slow down his current breathing rate. In short, it is a very feasible method.
Mr. A immediately put the opponent flat on the ground, pinched the nose with one hand, supported the mandible with the other, took a breath, and bent down without hesitation.
The whole process was like a competition, a competition of lung capacity and blowing strength. Mr. A's originally white face suddenly turned red, and he didn't care about any charming thoughts.
The match lasted for several rounds, and the strength of the opponent's resistance finally eased, and the breathing rate gradually became the same.
When it was over, Mr. A himself was so tired that his limbs went numb.The transparent filaments elongated and broke with the movement of raising his head, he froze for a moment, and frantically wiped the corners of his mouth and the water that had slid down his cheeks for Toru Amuro.
The other party squinted his eyes after being rubbed by him, his expression was blank and puzzled, and when he stopped his hand, he calmly said: "Cold."
Your body temperature can make hot spring eggs, okay?
Mr. A dared not speak out, endured the heat on his face, quickly took off his coat, and when he helped Toru Amuro up, the other party took advantage of the gap between his raised arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and leaned over with his whole body, his face Buried on Mr. A's neck.
His body froze, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one had the higher body temperature, he or Toru Amuro. Then he spread his jacket over the other's back, and tied his sleeves in a knot behind him.
In short, the crisis is temporarily lifted, but the other party will definitely catch a cold if he continues to stay here in this state.
He should have hijacked a car, but now he can only take people all the way back, or call someone?
Mr. A asked without hope: "I can find someone to pick us up, can I?"
"No..." Toru Amuro replied decisively.
Well, we still have to blow the wind all the way, and find a nearby hotel to rest, but before that, he has to take a break.
The previously numb limbs were still in the adaptation period, and the dilated and congested subcutaneous capillaries on the face also needed time to recover. He decided to take this time to ask about the specific situation: "What happened before?"
"Gin..." The other party said a name, and the breath sprayed on his skin was scorching hot, "I used Belmode as an excuse, although there is no flaw, but after all he is suspicious by nature and doesn't like me, plus Rum's Because of this, it is rare to catch a handle.
So he used the reason of mission failure to call me here and interrogate me. Rather than thinking that I was a traitor or an undercover agent, he hoped that I was, so that he had a reason to kill me. "
Mr. A felt that he was going to digress, and quickly asked: "What did he do to you?"
Toru Amuro said: "Teritaserum was originally intended for the mission target. Sometimes I really doubt that Gin's so-called topkiller's title was obtained by killing his own people. For such a simple mission, the detailed information is at the very beginning. I gave it to him, even without me, switching to vodka wouldn't mess it up. In the end, he killed the mission target and didn't mention it, but he still has the face to pin the failure on me..."
Mr. A: ...
It was the first time I saw such a long-winded Toru Amuro.
He had to interrupt when the other party dissed the gin: "Shouldn't the effect of drinking veritaserum be like this?"
At least not hot.
"Other potions similar to Veritaserum." Amuro Toru paused for a moment, then approached Mr. A, and said in a muffled voice, "Cold."
Who can stand this?
Mr. A put on the coat hat for him with trembling hands.
The limbs are no longer numb, but the face is even hotter! How can it be repaired!
He gritted his teeth and stood up holding Toru Amuro, clasped his thighs with both hands, left the warehouse in such an awkward posture, and stepped onto the motorcycle.
"I'm looking for a hotel nearby. It's going to be a bit cold on the way, Brother Tou...be patient."
When the roar of the engine sounded, he pursed his lower lip and still asked the question, "Do you know who I am?"
This is an unnecessary question, but emotion and pragmatism don't always go hand in hand, so he just asks casually, and it doesn't matter what the answer is.
The other party's voice was easily blown away by the wind, but Mr. A could hear it clearly because of the close proximity.
"Of course I shouldn't have hung up when you called me, but it was too loud."
He took a hard breath, his teeth were a little clumsy due to the cold, but he uttered the words clearly, with a kind of cuteness in his words, "I didn't intend to let you come, and I didn't want you to worry, but I'm very happy that you can come."
Mr. A doesn’t know if he heard his noisy heartbeat. The night is so dark that even the moon is temporarily covered by dark clouds. In the deserted land, motorcycles are roaring on the road, and the cold winter wind cuts on the face like a knife. There are only two of them left.
"You can rely on me a little more, I mean..." Mr. A said dryly, "My strength is also quite strong, and I can help. If, uh, there is something I can do, I can do anything."
"Including the betrayal organization?"
"Including the betrayal of the organization." Mr. A replied decisively. He was always wondering when the other party would bring it up. He thought it would be at least the first year of Conan, but now it can only be regarded as an emergency.
But the answer is the same, he promised, "You are my most important person in this world, no matter what you do, I will support you unconditionally."
Toru Amuro: "Even if I'm not..."
He realized that this was a restricted area and did not continue talking.
"I see." In the end, I only got an ambiguous reply.
Mr. A pursed his lower lip unhappily. He thought that Toru Amuro would at least say that you are also my important person, or something sweeter.I know it's a lie, but I'm happy to hear it.
Forget it, you can't force a person who has drunk Veritaserum to tell lies.
After entering the urban area, the strange riding posture of the two of them attracted the attention of many people, but Mr. A has already practiced a thick skin, and he arrived at the predetermined destination without squinting all the way.
He stopped at a hotel, untied the knot on his back, put the coat on Toru Amuro, who was in a weak state, and walked in with someone on his back.
It's not too late now, most of the shops are open, Mr. A plans to go out and buy some clothes after the person is settled, and change the wet clothes of the other party.
And dinner...
The black-haired boy was only wearing a sweater and a base layer in such weather, while his fellow travelers were wrapped in coats, with most of their faces covered by a hood, as if they were in two seasons.
The latter put his arm on the other shoulder of the boy who was shorter than him, and the other boy held his waist. The two of them were very close, and they walked all the way to the front desk.
This hotel is not very strict, and only one person needs to register for a room. Mr. A took out his ID card from the coat on Toru Amuro's body, and said, "Open a room."
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