The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

There is not even an elevator in this hotel as there are only three floors.

Mr. A carried Toru Amuro to the third floor. The room here was only four and a half stacks of tatami mats. He opened the door with a key. After entering the door, he went to pour water, dawdled for a while and turned around. Under the quilt.

The crumpled suit and tactical suspenders were thrown into the trash can together, and his coat was hung on the wall. Jun A handed warm water to Toru Amuro, who was half propped up, leaning on the bedside.

The young man exposed half of his wheat-colored chest, which was covered with fine sweat. The opponent's figure was thin and thin, with underdeveloped muscles, but tight and powerful.

A thin layer covers the skeleton, rising and falling with breathing. Mr. A glanced hastily and did not dare to continue looking.

Light salt water is more troublesome, I will buy a bottle of electrolyte drink on the road later...

He thought about going to the bathroom, soaking the towel in warm water, folding it into squares and putting it on the other person's forehead.

Toru Amuro has already lay down again. When he covered the wet towel, he subconsciously closed his eyes and opened them again soon. He stared at Mr. A next to the bed with a gaze that seemed to be in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. .

"I'm going out for a while, is there anything you want for dinner?" Mr. A asked.

Amuro said: "When a person's body temperature rises, the body's immunity will decrease, and the digestion and absorption functions of the gastrointestinal tract will decrease. However, fever will consume a lot of energy, and some nutrition needs to be supplemented."

Mr. A: "So?"

"White porridge is fine."

Mr. A endured it, couldn't hold it back, and finally aimed at the patient's limp hair. Under Amuro Toru's bewildered eyes, he rubbed the blond hair into a chicken coop, then straightened the towel, took it The garbage bag that packed the clothes left quickly.

After disposing of the garbage bags, he first went to the clothing store to buy a suit that looked very warm, as well as a pair of home clothes that were also warm, and then went to the convenience store and pharmacy.

It took less than 10 minutes to buy all the things, and when I returned to the hotel and opened the door, I didn't see anyone on the bed.But there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Mr. A put down his things, frowned and knocked on the bathroom door: "Are you in there?"

Although it is indeed beneficial to cool down, the other party's body is still in a weak state, and sweating leads to a large loss of electrolytes. At this time, a person taking a bath alone may faint in the middle of the bath.

"I'm fine..." Toru Amuro replied, "Give me the clothes."

The door of the bathroom was opened from the inside. Mr. A had just found out the bag for the clothes. When he picked it up and turned around, he was caught off guard by the mist pouring out of it. Handed it out, the other party quickly turned back after taking it, and rummaged through the rest of the pile of shopping bags.

"I couldn't find a place that sold porridge, so I bought self-heating white porridge, which needs to be heated for 15 minutes to drink. I also bought a thermometer. You can measure the temperature later, and there are many kinds of medicine and antipyretics. I didn't because I was in a hurry. Look carefully, I bought a box..."

In the bathroom, Toru Amuro put his clothes aside and was undoing the bath towel on his waist. He listened to Mr. A's long-winded speech outside, and couldn't find a space to reply for a while.

Anyway, after going through a lot of ups and downs—especially Mr. A’s heart—Toru Amuro sat in front of a low table in a furry home dress, in front of him was self-heating porridge steaming from the lid, and a bottle of One-third of the electrolyte drink, Mr. A took out the thermometer from his mouth and looked at it against the light: "38.5°C."

Toru Amuro nodded: "I have a moderate fever. I'll be fine after a night of sleep. It's best not to take antipyretics."

Just in case there was any reaction between the medicine he drank before and some ingredient of the anti-fever medicine.

Mr. A felt that his state was very strange, and his thinking was normal, clear and organized, which was no different from normal.

But his speech occasionally has some unnecessary content, and he doesn't smile like normal, which makes him look dumb, and he speaks very clearly, syllable by syllable, just like a child.

In any case, the effect of this veritaserum was too late.

He was a little worried, but after all, Amuro Toru still has so many plots in the future, there should be no sequelae... right...

Mr. A scratched his hair irritably, before hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Brother Tou, is there any medical institution or doctor you can trust?"

For example, the exclusive medical team of the police department and the like.

Toru Amuro was strangely silent for a moment, "Yes."

"Can you let them come over? Or can I take you there? If it's a secret that cannot be revealed, I can go home alone."

Toru Amuro looked at those eyes of pure trust and worry for a moment, and finally nodded: "I will call later."

Fortunately, the effect of the drug has now diminished a lot.Otherwise, he really couldn't restrain himself at this time, and he would explain everything like a bean in less than 3 minutes.

A humble van took him away.

Everything else has been cleaned up. Mr. A is wearing his original coat, holding a shopping bag containing Toru Amuro's previous home clothes, standing by the window and watching the car go away.

Amuro stared at the rear window for a while, then quickly turned his head and closed his eyes to rest.

He was wearing the thermal suit bought by Mr. A, the hat barely covered his eyebrows, and the black mask bought by Mr. A on his face. The only eye that was exposed was also covered by the shadow.

The driver was taciturn and kept his eyes on him to take him to the scheduled location, where a waiting car took him to his final destination.

When Kazami Yuya stepped forward to meet the boss who really met for the first time, the other party took out from his pocket a thing that was wrapped in plastic packaging outside some kind of bath product, and calmly ordered: "Take this to the appraisal office to analyze the ingredients. , Has the medical staff arrived?"

"Yes, everything is ready, the location is..."

"I'll go there by myself, and you take your things to do business."

Kazami Yuya then went in the completely opposite direction from his boss.

As expected of Mr. Furutani who became a member of Zero at a young age, that kind of aura is not something ordinary people can have. While regretting that he couldn't see his boss' face this time, he usually observed what the other party handed him.

It's... a piece of fabric that looks like the neckline of a shirt.

When Toru Amuro came back the next day, he was back to normal. Whether it was a betrayal of the organization or a secret that could not be revealed, the other party did not take the initiative to mention it, and Mr. A did not ask much.

In this way, another three days passed, and there was no new attack.But the shadow of another bigger bomb hangs overhead, and the solemn atmosphere not only did not ease with time, but became more and more heavy.The Metropolitan Police Department was overcast and gloomy, and the hospital was inevitably affected.

Mucun, who was the least injured in the ward, has been discharged from the hospital, and the obstacles to sneaking have been greatly reduced.

Hagiwara Kenji opened his eyes, and when he was about to get his crutches to go to the bathroom, he glanced at the bed next to him. He didn't care about solving his physical problems, so he patted Yamada who was still snoring.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Yamada looked blank, "Do you want to eat?"

Hagiwara Kenji gave him a speechless nod, "It's easy for you to walk, go down and ask if you saw anyone going out, and ask when that guy Akizawa Yao ran away, I'll call Xiaozhenping."

Yamada digested for a while, sat up suddenly, and stared wide-eyed: "Huh? He ran away? No, how can he move in this state?"

"You ask me, I want to know too...don't talk nonsense, go anyway!" Hagiwara Kenji urged him to run out of the ward, and the outgoing call was connected.

"What's wrong?" Matsuda Jinpei had just woken up, and his voice was very lazy.

"He ran away..." Hagiwara Kenji pinched his aching temple, "I was careless, I thought he couldn't do anything in his current recovery state. He shouldn't be able to run far, so Yamada asked, and when the time comes, I will send I'll send you the time, you can check the road conditions at that time with your acquaintances from the Ministry of Communications, and you should be able to find him soon."

"That guy..." Matsuda Jinhei grinned, followed by a headache, and he became more energetic, "Just do as you say."

Yamada came back soon, panting slightly when he pushed the door open: "No, the staff on duty have never seen him, I asked the guard to check the surveillance at the door, and there is no progress yet."

The only way to get out of the building is through the main entrance. The other doors are locked at night, and the windows on the lower floors are equipped with anti-theft windows to prevent people from entering from outside. All the staff on duty have never seen anyone, so there is a high probability that the other party is indeed Didn't go there.

Hagiwara Kenji walked to the window with a cane, and laughed at his whimsical idea.

After all, they are on the eighth floor here, and Qiu Zeyao's state is very difficult even if he can move, how could the other party run out from here.

He still opened the window, looked out, and couldn't help but say in the next second: "Shit."

A little lower than the window, on the air-conditioning unit on the right hand side, less than half a meter away, there is an obvious footprint-shaped trace of dust and dirt formed by wind and sun, which is obviously still new and left not long ago.

Qiu Zeyao flipped through the window and jumped onto the external unit of the air conditioner, next to the fire pipe, he must have slid down there.

Yamada also lost his voice for a while, and finally said dryly: "At least there is no one more person who fell downstairs, and the person is still alive, which is good."

"You're right." Hagiwara Kenji wiped his face.

He returned to Qiu Zeyao's hospital bed, picked up a note from the pillow, and tore it into pieces with a blank expression.

"Absolutely, after he recovers, I will definitely beat him up."

Yamada: "Add me."

Qiu Zeyao was indeed the window he walked through. He quietly got up in the early morning, and the wound under the bandage now only left a faint scar, which was very troublesome to remove. He didn't even change his hospital gown, so he just left through the window building.

Leaving the hospital over the wall from a dead corner of surveillance, trotting all the way to a certain place, a black Audi stood in the early morning night, he stood in the cold wind for a while, until the last trace of temperature was taken away, and then he walked slowly Approaching, the man in black checked the things he was carrying and reached out to open the car door after confirming that there was no danger.

The white-haired young man sat up without saying a word.

The black-haired woman sitting in the passenger seat placed a mobile phone on the platform in the middle of the seat, the screen flickered, and a warm and soft voice sounded.

"I knew you would come, Mr. Akizawa."