After I divorced from chaos step

"You're the guy who attacked the police during the day!"

One of the two policemen recognized Nakahara Chuya, and his tone changed instantly, "You used your powers in public places without authorization and attacked the police. I'm going to arrest you now."

"Attacking the police?" Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the wall, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Then you can't live now."

"What did you say!"

"Nagai, don't be impulsive!"

The slightly older policeman stopped the policeman named Nagai, and looked at Nakahara Chuya with a serious expression, "If I guess correctly, he is Nakahara Chuya, the cadre of the port mafia."

"You have a lot of knowledge, you know my name." Nakahara Nakaya pointed to the door and said, "Then get out of here quickly."

"We are from the police!" Nagai said angrily.

"I have no obligation to cooperate with the police," Nakahara Nakaya's eyes froze, "I'll say it one last time, get out."

"you--"

"Nagai! Shut up!"

"Senior Fujita!"

"Mr. Central Plains."

When Chuya Nagai and Nagai were about to fight, I stopped him too.

Officer Fujita took advantage of the situation and said to me: "Miss Edogawa, I hope you can cooperate with us. The criminal who escaped this time is not an ordinary criminal."

I shook my head: "I don't know him, and I was just passing by."

"The Heize Building is the office of a securities company under the Atobe Consortium. All the people in that building were on vacation at Cuizi Island. Miss Edogawa, according to our investigation, you are not an employee of that company. Then you Why is it there?"

"……walk."

"Then why don't you take a walk near your own home?" Fujita asked while writing in the manual, "Your home is not near there, there is a considerable distance."

"Where to go for a walk is her freedom, do I need to report to you?" Zhong Yuanzhong also interrupted him, "Instead of asking here, why don't you ask that heartbreaking third-rate hero why he didn't catch the prisoner!"

"What are you talking about, Shorty Mafia!"

With a loud curse, the half-hidden door of the ward was pushed open with a bang.

What came into view was the angry Bakugo Katsuki, and a few trembling hero assistants behind him.

The term "short" is also a reverse scale of Nakahara Chuya, because his height is only 1.6 meters, which is lower than the height level of ordinary men.

"Heartbreaking, do you want to fight gravity?"

"I should settle accounts with you!"

Although I haven't seen it before, I have heard that the relationship between the port mafia and the airborne teenage hero is very bad.

Bakugo Katsuki and Nakahara Nakata fight each other almost once, and they are often ranked first in the hot search, while the hero Jiao Dong and Akutagawa Ryuzhi mustard are one who puts ice and fire, and the other eats ice and fire. Only the hero puppet has a temper. It is mild, and there is no direct conflict with Hong Kong and black.

"Mr. Zhongyuan." I stopped Chuya Zhongya again, "...I'm dizzy, help me to call a doctor, okay?"

His gaze shifted from Bakugo to me, his brows furrowed.

I smiled at him: "Don't worry, the police won't embarrass civilians, please, I'm really dizzy."

"I see." Nakahara Chuya just turned around, he and Bakugo almost bumped into each other, and Bakugo was so angry that he cursed, but he didn't curse back, and went straight out to find a doctor.

The little nurse Rosalie had long since disappeared, and there were only me, Bakugou, and two policemen left in the ward, and everyone else consciously stayed outside the door.

"Why did you appear there?" Baohao asked me straight to the point, "Don't tell me it's a coincidence, there aren't that many coincidences."

When he came, it was much easier for me to make up an excuse.

I took out my mobile phone: "In order to take a picture of the buyer's show for you, I hope to give my dad a good review, which will help his work."

Baohao asked again: "Can you keep up with my speed? I didn't get there long before you were arrested."

"There is a thing in this world called a taxi. The speed is all you need to pay for it." I continued to make up calmly, "I heard what you were talking about when you were on the phone, so I thought maybe I could follow you and get a picture of it." The scene when the hero fights heartbreakingly."

"...Did that guy tell you anything?" Bakugou seemed to let go of his guard a little, and the topic began to focus on Gogol, "That damned clown."

"No." I was very calm, after all Gogol really didn't say anything to me.

Regarding the real plan of the five decays of heaven and man, Tosi confessed to me before he locked me in a book.

If their plan is successful, all the supernatural beings in this world will disappear, including Tuo Si himself, and I will die of hunger and cold in the book that only has Bai Xue.

But their plan failed, so I was released from the book and fell back into his room, saving my life.

As for their plan to fail, I really don't know at all.

"Heartbreaking, it's the job of our police to question witnesses and victims." Nagai said dissatisfiedly, "This is not what you heroes should do."

Nagai either has a bad relationship with Bakugo, or is a person with clear responsibilities.But I'm guessing he's the former.

"Stop talking." Bao Hao yelled at him, and the two fell silent.

There was an eerie silence in the ward.

I know what they are all worried about.

Some members of the organization Heaven and Human Five Declines, which once made the entire Yokohama dance in dire straits, have escaped from prison. How far will they go this time?

The answer is don't know.

dong dong.

Someone knocked politely on the opened door.

"Come in," I said.

"Qingxixi." It was Ranpo Edogawa, my husband, who came in.

Behind him was Rosalie, several members of the detective agency and their president Yukichi Fukuzawa.

My head was even more dizzy.

"You're injured." Luanbu came over, the corners of his mouth drooping, and he suddenly bent over and hugged me.

...like a small animal.

Bakugo next to him looked at us as if he had seen a ghost, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Luanbu's chin rested weakly on my shoulder, his soft hair brushed against my neck, and I heard him say in a softer voice, "...I'm sorry."

"Ah, I'm fine, no need to apologize." I patted him, "This matter has nothing to do with Ranpo-san."

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Rosalie said aggressively, "My wife was hospitalized, and the man who came to accompany her was another man, and the real husband was playing outside, seriously dereliction of duty! Even though he is a famous detective whom Poe and I both respect. No way!"

As soon as Rosalie mentioned Brother Poe, I realized that she was very similar to Ranpo's friend, the shy mystery novelist Edgar Allan Poe.

Brother Poe should refer to Edgar Allan Poe.

Ranbu unexpectedly didn't make any rebuttal, just hugged me obediently.

"Qingxi, how are you feeling now?" Fukuzawa Yukichi said, "Ranbu also just received a call from Miss Rosalie, and rushed over immediately."

"Mr. Fukuzawa, and everyone, I'm really fine."

To be honest, I don't expect a lot of people to visit me.I want to reassure them over and over again that I'm fine, but some people still don't believe it.

I can't wait to do a hundred push-ups in front of them right away to prove I'm okay.

"I see that Qingxi is in good condition now, so you don't have to worry too much." The good old man Dazai Osamu who rescued me pointed to the half-peeled apple on the table and said, "Can I eat that?"

I haven't agreed yet, someone has already rejected it for me.

"Hey, Dazai, that's not for you."

Chuya Nakahara came back with a doctor. Coincidentally, this doctor was Hiroshi Yagyu, who was my tablemate when I was in junior high school in Lihai, and he was also a member of the tennis club.

"I'm hungry." Dazai took a bite of the apple after speaking, and then commented with a smile, "This apple is not bad."

"You bastard!"

I don't know why Nakahara Chuya and Dazai are not on good terms. The first time I saw them quarrel was at the wedding between me and Ranpo. It seems that Dazai gave Nakahara Nakaya a lot of wine, so that Nakahara Chuya has been scolding him since he woke up.

I guess Nakahara must have misunderstood Dazai, he may think that Dazai is a sinister guy, but in fact Dazai was just happy for us, so he drank a lot of alcohol.

Luanbu raised his head and asked Liu Sheng: "Doctor, how is my wife?"

"She... is fine, the knife wound is not serious, and it was delivered in a timely manner." Liu Sheng hesitated, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly, "Just be careful, she is Rh-negative AB blood , it's best not to get hurt."

……Ruined.

After my blood type is exposed, I will attract more sympathy and worry.

I just lowered my head and didn't look into their eyes.

Kenji Miyazawa, the youngest, asked, "Is there a problem with this blood type?"

"It's rare." Yosano Akiko explained, "Rh-negative blood is very rare, and Rh-negative AB type is the least of them."

"Is that so..."

I closed my eyes: "Everyone, it's late today, I want to rest, you should go back to rest early, thank you for your concern."

I heard footsteps leaving.

Ranbu was the last one to leave. He told me softly that he and Mr. Fukuzawa would go back to our house to get a change of clothes, and then he would come over to accompany us.

I didn't open my eyes until everyone left.

I looked at the white ceiling and took out a photo from my pocket.

Rh negative blood type AB ah...

It's too rare, so it's best not to get hurt.Because getting hurt can be troublesome, and some people even die in despair.

I thought about the blood transfusions I had received before.

And the only time.

At that time, I was seriously injured during the practice and lost a lot of blood.The road was blocked by heavy snow, we were stuck in a remote village, and we couldn't get to the hospital by car.

Ivan of the House of the Dead is proficient in medical skills, but he can't save me because my blood type is too rare. He arrested all the people in the village and came to test their blood one by one, but he couldn't find anyone with the same blood type as me.

In the end, it was Tosi who put down the teacup and said softly, "You don't need to look for it, I have the same blood type as her."

Ivan changed his face in an instant: "No! Your body can't donate blood at all, and she killed herself. Who is to blame?"

As a die-hard fan of Tosi, even if Ivan killed himself, it would be absolutely impossible for him to draw blood from the weak and anemic Tosi.

He refused.

I also refused in my heart.

Tosi's expression was very calm, but his movements were scary. He immediately smashed the teacup and slit his wrist with a piece of porcelain.

Ivan screamed frantically, clutching his wrist in panic.

"I know! Even donating blood is not like this."

Tuosi turned his head to look at me, stroked my cheek with his cold fingers, and said softly, "Yuanjiang, you must remember to pray for me."

I was too weak to speak, but I kept watching.

He drew a lot of blood for me, so much that Ivan refused to draw any more, but he still insisted on continuing, and gave me all the blood in the bag full.

Then I lay down in the village to recuperate, and Ivan sent him to the local hospital overnight in the snow.

It was three days later when I saw him again.

It is said that he almost died, but fortunately there happened to be a blood in the blood bank at the time.

He saved his life, but his health got worse, and he coughed when the wind blows.

Ivan was so angry that he never spoke to me again.

Seeing my mournful face, Tosi comforted me with a smile on the contrary: "I'm not dead yet, what kind of expression do you have?"

"I'm sorry for causing you serious injuries." The heavy guilt in my heart made me unable to lift my head.

"But I'm fine." He added, "You're fine, isn't that great?"

"If the blood bank has no blood, then you will..."

— you will die.

Death has always been a topic of conflict for me.

Tosi was silent for a long time, and said softly: "If you feel very sorry, then don't let yourself get hurt again in the future."

I raised my head slowly.

He blinked, a smile overflowing from his purple eyes.

"Otherwise, I will still give you a blood transfusion."

……

I flipped through the photo and found that this photo should have been stuffed into my pocket by Gogol during the day.

It was a group photo taken by Gogol, I and Ivan in the square after Tosi was discharged from the hospital.

Ivan was unhappy, Tosi was smiling, Gogol was smiling, but I didn't know what expression to put on.

We were all young then.

At that time, they did not want to destroy the world.