The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The woman with the butterfly hair ornament lowered her eyes and put the medical examination report in her hand for a year. Her voice was the same as her appearance, non-aggressive and tactful.

"I suspected it before, but sure enough, it's much trickier than I thought."

Qing Xiang, who sat obediently on the chair: "...?"

"Didn't you find out?"

Hu Die casually raised the needle.

"Your injury is the result of repeated attacks by a certain pathogen. Your body's recovery is much better than expected. There are signs of repeated connection of muscles. However, the recovery from the injury is slow. I'm afraid the speed of recovery cannot match the speed of destruction."

"……yes."

The teenager accepted it calmly, seeming only to be distressed at a normal level by it.

"Is there a way to find out the pathogen?"

"You are always like this. This is quite similar to Kanai."

The teenager blinked blankly.

"Fear and nervousness are normal human emotions. Different experiences have different ways to deal with them. It's just that as a doctor, I believe that venting emotions properly is good for mental health."

Hu Die's voice was soft and soft.

"Just like you are now, with this level of anxiety and fear, it's better not to be stuffy in your heart. A little suggestion."

Qing Xiang then thought of the night when he first came to the Ghost Killing Squad.

A woman who can easily see through people's hearts, like a butterfly, is light and elegant, walking through the true thoughts that cannot be concealed.

......

He lowered his eyes, opened his palms, saw the sweat flowing in the palm lines, and heard a stronger heartbeat.

In the Infinite City, the Cup Skeletal Blade withdrew a little consciousness, and an unnatural inorganic light reflected in the palm of the puppet for a moment, and then disappeared quickly, returning to the dry palm.

"Repetitive damage to the body, I tend to be the ghost poison that has not been found, if you have any other clues, please let me know. Don't worry, although it can't be cured, at least there is no deterioration, and it is still getting better."

Originally, it was only regarded as a teenager's worry about his illness, but Hu Die was about to dip the cotton with iodophor, but the most outstanding keen perception among the ghost killing team and even human beings caught the subtle changes.

It is extremely small, almost equal to nothing, even if other people notice it, they will probably ignore it because of the smallness.It's just that it's the insect pillar who is here now, she followed the clues, and vaguely saw the anxiety that expanded in the opposite direction and tried to shrink under the appeasement.

Fearful, anxious, irritable... guilty of what?

Hu Die paused almost imperceptibly.

When Qing Xiang raised his eyes again, the woman in front of him lifted the iodophor cotton clip skillfully as before, and her voice remained unchanged.

"Okay, give me your arm, inside up."

The injection was short and nothing happened, just like the past few injections.

Qing Xiang was very silent when he rolled down his sleeves, and he was also very silent after the injection on weekdays, as if he emptied his mind and kept repeating something in his heart. Hu Die knew his past reactions and even found it funny.

But it's not like today.

"Qing Xiang."

Before the boy opened the door, a woman with a soft voice stopped him.

The boy by the door turned his head, with simple doubts in his wide black eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

"Anxiety about uncontrollable physical conditions and uncontrollable thoughts of death are the most common natural reactions. There is no need to think that you are weak or have a higher level of anxiety."

The woman standing by the table is not the insect pillar of the Ghost Slayer Squad, but an experienced healer.

"If you need help, Mr. Purgatory and I are always available."

The black-haired and black-eyed boy bowed to her as a gesture of gratitude, then turned and left.

What Hu Die said was correct.

Survivors who are dying will feel fear of death, anxiety about not being able to grasp the slight physical condition, inconvenient conflicts between free movement in memory and reality, and irritability of not knowing how long these conflicts will last.

But this guilty conscience.

In the examination room where there was only one person left, Hu Die picked up the medical examination report again and fell into deep thought.

... Was she wrong?

Qing Xiang couldn't help but worry for many days.After that night, I felt the dread from the bottom of my heart again.

Are you suspicious...?But her last few words sounded unaware, thinking they were just normal human emotions.

After all, how can a normal person think about ghosts? I still killed the hero of "The Fifth of the Last String". Except for the mission, I didn't have any contact with other ghosts. It's normal in front of ghosts, and it's normal for ghosts in front of me.

Kitchen door?

Indeed, after Zaomen felt the killing intent, I appeared, but I didn't have any eyewitness testimony about the third party in my mouth.

Butterfly House analyzed the toxins tired, but did not find the same kind of toxins in my body. I think it is other toxins that have not been analyzed yet, and I am still analyzing them.

Hu Die endured.

Have you found it?

Impossible to discover completely, at most doubt something.

Qing Xiang recalled the scenes in the examination room that day, paused to zoom in on each frame, and observed every possible subtle expression or movement.

……Can not be done!

She didn't have any extra emotions at all, she didn't leak anything, except for a smile, a smile, a gentle smile.

If, if Hu Dieren really found out, even if it was just a little bit.

This level of perception... Onimai Tsuji is hard to come by.The human 'pillar' has such a terrifying side.

Qing Xiang, who was lost in thought, was interrupted by Xiaokui's voice not far away.

"Although Mr. Chongzhu speculates that it is poison, the specific toxin has not been detected, so further treatment cannot be carried out."

Xiao Kui gathered up the bandage that Qing Xiang had replaced, and put it in a big box.

"There are too many types of toxins, even Mr. Chongzhu can't act rashly, but you can get more exposure to the sun. Generally speaking, sunlight is the natural enemy of ghost toxins. Even if it cannot be eradicated, the concentration can be reduced."

She lifted the huge box to the top of another cabinet, took a deep breath, and raised her arms to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

"Shanyi is also so good. It is another wounded person from Spider Mountain. He was poisoned and his limbs shrank. He recovered after being exposed to the sun."

"Don't you need my help?"

Qing Xiang just raised his head distractedly, but the glass cabinet in front of Xiaokui took away all his sight.

"You are a sick patient, and you can help to get well soon."

Xiaokui suddenly remembered. "Ah! Your Sun Wheel Knife is here. It's on the table in the tea room. I'll help you get it."

Qing Xiang jumped off the table.

"Is the Japanese room in the east right? I'll get it myself."

Xiaokui thought for a moment.

The tea room is not far from here. The temperature is suitable today and there is no cloud in the sky. If you walk through the corridor, it should be fine.

"Well... okay." She went on to reiterate. "Bask in the sun more, the weather is just right today."

As it said, today's weather is fine.The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.The silent boy walked through the semi-open corridor and opened the sliding door of the Japanese room.

The familiar sun wheel knife on the table is clear at a glance, and the steel blade is shining.It's just that when he picked up the knife, his eyes were on the glass cabinet in the corner of the room, and he couldn't move his eyes away.