Why aren't people raising me

Why, this person should not be dead now, is it the curse spirit?Was it an unnatural death?

Akashi Masaharu quickly glanced around, but he didn't find any trace of the curse spirit. If the six eyes were here, he might be able to see some tricks.

"Ho...ho..."

The young man lying on the piano suddenly let out a painful trill and gasp from his throat, his eyes were stubbornly wide open, and his pupils were staring straight at Yazhi's direction, "Save...save..." He tried hard to say something,

The number has not been cleared, but it is still alive!

Akashi Masaharu immediately checked the person's condition. He looked at the other person's neck that was stained red, and found that it seemed to be entangled by some tough silk thread, and the trachea was strangled abruptly. Right now, it is unclear whether it was blood loss or suffocation. die.

"First aid first!"

Akashi Masaharu gritted his teeth and said, he wanted to see the depth of the young man's injury first, but he was pulled away in the next second,

"Irrelevant people should not approach, I have already called the police and called an ambulance." The security guard thought it was a suspicious person, and tried to back away with Yazhi's hand, "I read the newspapers, and the detectives have to block the scene when they are handling the case. "

Akashi Masaharu didn't come up in one breath, he said anxiously, "I am a doctor! I can save him!"

When the two were arguing, a young man with a beautiful face and elegant temperament quickly approached. His fingers were particularly slender and graceful, and the movement of touching the victim's neck unconsciously attracted people's attention.

"Is it a piano wire, connected to the keyboard setting..." the young man whispered, and then cut off the wire by some unknown means.

At this moment, Akashi Masaharu broke free from the restraints of the security guards. He shouted out his father and mother to protect the scene, preventing them from being attacked by ghosts and monsters, and then observed the victim's bleeding and suffocation.

There is still no problem with breathing, but the injury of the broken neck can only be treated by reversal surgery.

"Jaji."

Xia Youjie, who was a step behind, rushed to his side. Before he could say anything, Masaharu said urgently, "Call Nitro! Tell her to come here quickly!" This matter is related to unnatural forces.

But apart from this, Masaharu didn't know what else to do for a while.He doesn't have any tools or medicines, hemostasis, blood transfusion, and suturing blood vessels are the main things he does now.

The young man with an elegant temperament looked at Masaharu who was almost kneeling, and said in a cold voice, "This injury cannot be cured."

Akashi Masaharu automatically filtered his nonsense.

He touched the wound with his hand, and the clothes on his body were stained with blood, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​turning the curse spirit into blood vessels.

"Dad, Mom, help me."

And this idea was accepted by the father and mother. They transformed a body and covered the victim's wound. Masaharu didn't know how delicate the operation was. His vision was just a dark mass.

"Huh..." The victim gasped with difficulty.

He has not yet fainted from shock, which is beyond Masaharu's expectations.

But in the next second, the victim rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

Yazhi patted his face, his skin was of course cold, "Wake up, wake up..."

Even Xia Youjie could see that his condition was particularly bad, "I lost too much blood, I need a blood transfusion."

But in this case, they didn't know the blood type of the victim, and they didn't have a blood bag at all. Fortunately, the blood was stopped by the father and mother, and it might last longer.

A layman can't see what Masaharu has done, just like the young man who helped the victim break the piano wire, he is wondering at this moment, "...strange, how did it stop?"

He explained to Yazhi, "This person took the lead in wrapping his neck with piano wire, connecting the internal parts of the piano, and every time he played a key, the wire tightened a little. Such a precise operation should be carefully planned. suicide."

suicide……

Akashi Masaharu couldn't understand,

"Where are the family members, are the family members of the wounded there?" He asked loudly, "Do you know what his blood type is?"

His voice was steady and powerful, and his back half-kneeling in front of the injured also made people feel safe. At this moment, Akashi Masaharu became the anchor point of everyone, almost controlling the whole situation.

Everyone breathed with his breath, rolled their eyes with his movements, and their nerves were so tense that they only moved for him.

Xia Youjie stared at him blankly, feeling for the first time how powerless he was under the spell in such an emergency situation.

"Yes, yes! I'm his friend." A young man rushed out of the crowd, he stuttered and said anxiously, "His blood is type B, type B."

The staff staggered over to bring the first aid kit, "I, are there any tools on my side that can be used..."

He spoke out of breath, Akashi Masaharu didn't listen to him completely, opened the first-aid kit and picked up the needle tube accurately, he pulled off his clothes without hesitation,

"Yazhi..." Xia Youjie took a step forward.

"I'm Type B, the situation is more urgent, use mine first."

A rigorous blood transfusion requires a cross-matching test before, because there is also the possibility of agglutination with the same blood type, but now people are dying, so they don't care about that much.

The atmosphere was so tense that even blinking seemed like an extravagant request. The organizer and the ambulance were on the phone non-stop, urging over and over again with vibrato,

The ambulance came faster than expected, and Akashi Masaharu got into the car, and gave Akashi Seijuro a quick glance before leaving.

The red-haired boy nodded slightly to Masaharu with worry and gloom in his eyes.

Even if he didn't say anything, Yazhi knew that he was silently supporting himself.

Akashi Masaharu turned his head without hesitation, and focused on the victim's situation again.

***

Xia Youjie and Akashi Seijuro rushed to the hospital in Himi's car, and he just happened to bump into Iamichi, and Gojo Satoru, who was idle at the high school, also came.

Several people asked the doctor, and when they found the emergency room, they only saw the white-haired boy standing there with his head bowed, his whole body was extremely depressed.

Xia Youjie's heart skipped a beat. This reaction couldn't be——

He walked over with a heavy heart, deliberated for a long time before making a sound, "Jazhi, don't be sad, it's not your fault..."

He has tried his best, but it must be very uncomfortable to watch life go by before his eyes.

"What?" Akashi Masaharu turned his head, somewhat beyond Xia Youjie's expectation, the white-haired boy looked very calm, no frustration or loneliness could be seen, he subconsciously smiled, "Glass, you are here. Temporarily escaped the danger of life, now he is holding his breath, and is preparing for the operation, Mr. Bijian, I will trouble you about the communication, please take Nitro.”

After such a plain order, Masaharu Akashi leaned back on the public seat again,

Saved?

Xia Youjie opened his eyes slightly,

Can that situation be saved?

"...Then you now?"

"I'm resting. Let's see if I need help." Akashi Masaharu is now at the door of the emergency room. "There is a patient who was hit by a high-altitude parabola. It's all right." Masaharu Akashi's voice was weak, "But I'm a little worried."

Because of anxiety, he can only tell himself here that he is still useful.

Doctors need a strong self-regulation ability and cannot be influenced by emotions, so Masaharu Akashi's brain is very clear.

"What happened today is very strange. His behavior looks like suicide, but he asked me to save him." Masaharu Akashi rested his elbows on his knees, his eyes darkened, "I always feel that something is wrong, Wu, Please take a look at it later.”

"I'll go to Nitro's first."

Something serious happened, and Gojo Satoru's expression was also very serious. He patted Masaharu on the shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."

They tacitly didn't mention the things they were worried about for the time being, and wanted to wait until the clues were sorted out before discussing them.

Because of the particularity of Masaharu's ability, anything related to suicide, heart attack, etc., will inevitably be associated with him.

And making such a crazy move in full view is more like a man-made show.What purpose does that person want to strangle his own neck with piano wire? Is he going to spread panic or apologize for a person.

In Akashi Masaharu's pocket was still the note that said I'm sorry.

The handwriting was scrambled, not written in a calm or voluntary state, and the message conveyed was confusing.

But this is only the tangible information he has obtained so far. Is there anything else left?And who is that thing accusing?

It was strange that this matter had nothing to do with him, but the sixth sense still clamored for weirdness and danger.

Yazhi couldn't help but folded his hands and pressed his upper lips, showing a bit of sadness.Akashi Seijuro sat next to him, and he left the black tuxedo coat in the car. He was wearing a white shirt at this time, which was completely different from Masaharu's blood-stained appearance.

But Akashi Seijuro held Masaharu's hand without hesitation at all. They made physical contact, arms next to arms, and the red color also spread over.

"The place at the performance hall has been settled, and the police and detectives are also on the move. After Miss Jiajin rescues the injured, the matter will be found out soon."

Akashi Masaharu shook him back, "I'm not worried, it's just..."

"Just a really sick feeling."

That feeling climbed into his heart from the nerve endings, it was a strong sense of being spied on, and the blatant malice from the outside world.

The time of the victim's death was not today, but if it weren't for Masaharu Akashi and his father and mother, he would be gone by now.

So, he suffered unnatural damage.

It should be the curse spirit.

"Dirty things came in." Masaharu Akashi bit his lip, "It's still dirty things I don't know about."

From the age of nine to becoming a special class, even though he has been busy and visually stimulated, Yazhi dared to say that he was well protected by his father and mother, and he was not injured once.

Therefore, he actually has a certain degree of confidence in himself in the field of magic.

He also doesn't like things getting out of control. He has never seen the type and level of spell spirits, but this time he really felt the feeling of being targeted by an existence that is as good at tricking in the gutter as humans.

And Masaharu would not ignore his own feelings.

In the ever-changing business world, this sense of crisis is often not groundless, but inadvertent details are perceived by the experienced brain, which sends a reminder signal.

Akashi Seijuro doesn't know much about the world of conjuration, but he can say very wild words, "If someone is against you, stop being a conjurer and completely cut off contact with them."

He has the aura of Tianliang Wang Po, "If the higher-ups don't like you, the family won't make it easy for him."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Although it sounds very reassuring, but yes, there is a strange secondary feeling.

"It may be strange for me to say that, but Yazhi...thank you for saving him." Xia Youjie said firmly, "That person survived because of you. Although I don't know what the truth is in the final investigation, but I think this result is at least not the worst."

Human life is more important than anything else.

"And you actually came up with the idea of ​​using a curse spirit as the connection of the blood vessels... I have to say, I almost fell out of my eyes when I saw it."

Akashi Masaharu smiled, "I also thought my flash of inspiration was outrageous, but my father and mother did it."

They waited for a while, and Nitro came back with Jay.

But the faces of both of them were indescribably bad.

Nitro opened the drink she bought from the self-service machine, and she was suddenly pulled up to save others. She hadn't even taken a sip of water until now, her voice sounded a little weak, "It's okay, I'm awake, and I even naively want to How determined is he to see whether he can continue the piano competition."

Masaharu: "With this kind of character, he still misses the piano, not to mention committing suicide."

"It's true that he didn't commit suicide." Wujo Wu hung his glasses with his index finger, and his bright eyes were fixed on Masaharu, "He said that his limbs seemed to be controlled by something, and the performance was a mess. He also said that he had received invisible threats."

Either way, it sounds a lot like—

"It's very much like what father and mother did."

It's very similar to the ability to manipulate people to complete a certain task before death. Although they are still sane, they can't stop their body, swallowing blood and tears to do things against their will.

Akashi Masaharu spoke flatly, "I'll walk away first, sorry."

Without waiting for the others to react, Masaharu Akashi walked quickly into the corridor.

It was the last time when the father and mother lost control of the corridor when they were eight years old. After that, the father and mother transformed.

Akashi Masaharu softly called out the black curse spirit, its figure was still so huge and terrifying, Akashi Masaharu was extremely small in front of it.

It squeezed into the small space of the corridor, and it was like being cursed, saying the name that had been said countless times, "Yazhi..."

It looks silly.

After getting along for so many years, Akashi Masaharu can sometimes recognize the warmth on the faces of his parents.

"When did you go out?" Akashi Masaharu asked straight to the point,

"No, no..." Curse Spirit denied like a wronged child, "Always by Yazhi's side, never, hurt...human beings."

Because he knows his father and mother too well, Akashi Masaharu can hardly imagine it lying, and even in his cognition, the magic spirit does not have the ability to lie.

"What have you been doing lately?"

"Nothing was done."

"Did the other guys do anything?"

Father and mother were stuck, not quite understanding what Masaharu was referring to, "...other guys?"

"Suppress and control other curse spirits by level, I know you can do this kind of thing." Akashi Masaharu raised his chest, his face looked unreasonable, "Counting the tough method, you just need to say: kill that person Drop and then commit suicide—the premise of such a spell, other guys will really do it, are you doing tricks secretly?"

This trick is called killing with a borrowed knife. The brains of the father and mother are smaller than walnuts. Masaharu Akashi thinks that if he can really think of this kind of revenge... then it can actually be called terrible.

"No." With Masaharu's explanation, the father and mother finally understood, and it emphasized over and over again, "Masaharu will not allow harm to human beings... Do not allow human beings to be harmed..."

Looks like he's telling the truth.

Akashi Masaharu lowered his eyes,

"If you do, I will pay for it, Dad, Mom."