[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Gang Hei's work seems to be very hard indeed. Dazai broke his arm first, and got a sickle a few days later. If he hadn't habitually wrapped himself in bandages, he would probably have been lying in the cemetery completely cold, and I am now You should also help him think about what epitaph to engrave instead of changing his medicine...

Should I say that it is fortunate that I rejected Mr. Sen's recruitment offer?

Forced to light up medical skills, and even got a smart nc wrestling that can be repeatedly practiced to earn upgrade experience points!Who would be happy about such a thing!

With the help of Matthew, I even learned to use intravenous drip. According to the words of Mr. Hirotsu who brought the medicine, it is probably not too far from a professional nurse.

"Ms. Matthew's technique seems to have been inherited from the army of her own country. She is fast and practical. She is a very good lecturer." The elegant old gentleman brought a box of bandages over, and the corners of my mouth twitched when I saw it——I wonder if Dazai's salary will be full? The money is spent on buying this thing, so I am always penniless... You must know that medical bandages are snow-white, and if they get a little bit of something, they will be magnified by ten times, and Dazai loves to challenge the limits of life, as you can imagine It's hard to keep the bandages neat and clean for long periods of time, but I've never seen his bandages get dirty, so that could only be due to frequent changes.

——Why do the men who show up around me always have financial difficulties for all kinds of strange reasons?

The fault must be Yato, the bad god!

Two or three days later, Dazai acted as usual, basically it was impossible to see that he almost had a chest surgery, and then he answered the phone and was picked up by the driver who drove over—his supernatural ability is actually "life force". The degree of tenacity is directly proportional to the degree of death. "Well, if it were another injury like mine, I would definitely lie in bed and rely on him for at least a month!

Mr. Mori is really strict...

I sighed and closed the door, fully intending to bake Matthew another apple pie.There was only the last one of the apples that Chuya sent, which was only big enough for a five-inch pie, and it was baked crispy with jam, which was just right for afternoon tea.

Speaking of it, it is not only the small British dress, but also the habit of drinking afternoon tea, which I am very used to, as if I have lived like this before.

Put the sliced ​​apples on the prepared pancakes and push them into the oven. I set a timer to boil water and prepare black tea.Matthew will return to China in a few days, I have no way to keep her, I can only try to make her live a happier and more comfortable life.

Thinking that the apples were sent by Chuya, I wonder if he likes apple pie?There has been no news at all these days, which is really worrying.

... The timer's ringtone didn't ring, but the phone's ringtone rang.I took it over and took a look—it turned out to be Chuya?This is too much to say!

After pressing the answer button, the boy's slightly hoarse voice came out.Hmm... kind of weird, like talking too much somewhere windy.

[Chuya, what's wrong with you?What do you need me to do for you? 】

The boy coughed: [It's okay, it's just...it's weird.It is indescribable to feel that a man who was both father and enemy died.Miyin, do you know? 】

I think the problem is a bit serious.If this was done by someone else, he would definitely be full of anger and rush forward to make people repay him a hundred times. Now there is only doubt in his voice, not anger.

This shows that the person was killed by himself.

Killing and killing relatives for revenge are two completely different concepts, and the sentencing in hell is absolutely different.

Although everyone may go there to dance in the square in the future, but for the sake of... well, for the bag of apples he offered, I have to take care of this future neighbor for the god... It should be Neighbor, I think the possibility of moving to Takamahara with Yato is no greater than living in hell.

The punishment in hell is not a joke. Once in a lifetime, the total ledger will be calculated, and all good and evil will be revealed like a public execution. If it is Chuya, it will probably explode with shame.

【Where are you?Hmm... Do you want to have afternoon tea together? 】

etc.

I mumbled out an address, and I told Matthew that I would go out to meet a friend and I would be back soon, and I picked a handful of white wild chrysanthemums from around the fruit and vegetable field and tied them into a bunch and walked out of the shrine.

After easily crossing the rolling hills and woods, I found the orange-haired boy on a highland by the sea.This area is full of cliffs facing the sea, and under the almost vertical rocks are smooth reefs and unpredictable turbulent currents—by the way, why do you like to stand on the most dangerous place by the sea when you are unhappy?Is this any closer to hell!

He was sitting on a bare tombstone, and there was an air of contradiction in his whole body.Probably... It's the kind of entanglement that finds out that the father is only the uncle and the enemy is the real father, and all the girls around him who are suspected to be the real sisters are cousins. It's about this level of entanglement, I guess.

I walked in and put the bunch of wild chrysanthemums in my hand under the tombstone: "What should I call it? This senior."

Zhong also touched the tombstone lightly with his heel without saying a word: a series of foreign languages ​​were engraved on the cold thick stone slab. Bo?" There are several poems under the name - "My eternal soul, watch your heart, even though the night is lonely and the day is burning."

"A cold and melancholy poet?" I put my palms together in worship, stood up again and looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was sitting on the tombstone with his back to me.

"It would be fine if it was, the one lying here is just an uncle who will trouble others even after his death." He didn't turn around, only left me a back view, and whispered all the stories he encountered during this period.I have to say that he is very good at telling stories. Although many plots are simplified, he still explains exactly what happened.

"So this is uncle, right? Chuya's father." I stood up and looked down at the white tombstone, beside which there was a budding yellow dandelion showing its stamens.

"Hello, Mr. Rimbaud. Thank you very much for bringing this man Chuya Nakahara into the world. May you be forgiven and rest in peace."

The tombstone was silent, and the sea breeze blew, messing up the hair of the two of us, and there was a trace of tenderness in the coolness.

In any case, after hearing the cause and effect, I let out a sigh of relief for Chuya—no matter how dangerous the process was, in the end, "father" gave him the greatest affirmation and blessing, which is the most precious wealth for Chuya.

His existence is affirmed, as a human being worthy of nostalgia, not the only wild soul.

Moreover, although they look like "father and son", these two people have no blood relationship at all and have no contact with each other. The charge of "killing relatives" is not established.

Finally, I don't have to think about how to help him reduce his sentence in the future or if he is completely forgotten by the person concerned.

"Goodbye, I left with my friends, and I will come to see you again." The young man gently brushed over the slightly damaged stone, jumped off and stood for a while before turning around, staring at the white wild chrysanthemum I put on the cemetery for several times Yan: "Let's go, I still have something to ask you. Regarding Huangba's vomit, you said that it was the ancient god from Aomori, the god...what the hell is it?"

I followed him down the path facing the cliff. The waves roared and trembled against the rock wall under my feet, and even the ground trembled with the breathing of the sea.Before I could figure out how to explain the meaning of "God", a member of "Sheep" walked up to me.

It's Shirase... the silver-haired boy who tried to trick me but didn't succeed.

"Shirase...what can I do for you?"

Like all ordinary humans, Shirase ignored me and had no memory of me, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Chuya: "I'm here to apologize to you, about the things I said in the video game hall... I also reflected on it afterwards After that, we can’t interfere with what you want to do because of our situation. At that time, you wanted to catch the prisoner no matter what, right? Even so, we only did something... The correct one is you, we only rely on you but don’t It’s our fault to think of other ways.”

Zhong also showed a surprised expression and listened carefully to his words, while I stared at the monster on the side of his neck with great interest—this was the first time I saw a monster parasitizing a living person, it was both curious and disgusting , the more you don't want to look, the more you can't look away.

白濑

He took two steps forward and approached Chuya: "Because of this incident, I understand, and I understand what the problem with the "sheep" is."

He smiled slightly and said, "Then we discussed it and decided on a solution. Would you like to hear it?"

"Since it was discussed by you, I will definitely listen."

Nakaya stepped past him, showing his back without any defensiveness.The next second he was stunned, the former partner of "Sheep" maintained the forward stabbing action, the exposed blade was held in the palm of the orange-haired girl who had been following her all the time, and the honey-golden eyes were burning with angry flames: "It is worthy Disgraceful and shocking! Attacking your partner from behind is despicable and outrageous!"

Blood continued to overflow along the incision made by the blade, and at the same time, purple mist spread from the fingers.Zhong Yuanzhong has seen this thing before, when Miyin delivered apples last time, half of his face was covered in this ominous color—"Hey, there doesn't seem to be a shrine around here, just hold on and I'll take you to find it..."

He pushed Shirase away who seemed to be stunned, and helped the girl who was panting in pain. She grabbed his skirt and stared at the silver-haired boy: "Where did you get this short knife!"

The poison on the knife, as well as the blood of other artifacts infected by chiggers, are natural enemies to me.

Shirase swallowed: "Yes, yes, I snatched it from a weak chicken, eh? I can't remember what he looks like, he seems to be a handsome male student, and by the way, he also has a little boy with a crown beside him." Girl..." He let go of his hand and backed away, the infected wound made me unable to catch up and kick him.

Very good, Sakito and Nora, I remember, you wait for me!

I glared at him, barely standing upright.His right hand was so numb that he couldn't feel it, and the "chill" was still spreading, not as fast as the owl attack, but it felt very strange.

"It's not very good. Even if there is no shrine, you can find a clean underground water source. Get out of here first."

"You don't need to leave." Shirase ran to the mound far away from the cliff and shouted. Behind him appeared a row of camouflage uniforms holding guns, and boys and girls I had seen but have completely forgotten about me now.

"It's not good to be all in the middle, that's it. After all, we have always relied on the powerful ability of the middle, and it is absolutely impossible to pin the lives of dozens of partners on the mood of only one person. This is the so-called' Vulnerability'... Although it is quite difficult to understand, Chuya and this lady both understand it, right?"

"I didn't want to implicate others, but who made you stand on Zhongye's side, and having a beautiful young lady with you is also our preferential treatment for our former partners..."