[Comprehensive] I don't want to be the heroine

Yan successfully stopped.

But this "success" is a bit reluctant.

The bullet that was supposed to hit Su Woyan's heart pierced through her right lung after she stopped.

The so-called "success" is just not being killed by a single blow.

Dozens of men in black who arrived at the same time as Osamu Dazai raised their guns and shot at the gray-haired man.

The overly skilled guy immediately hid in the bunker, dropped a shock bomb and evacuated.

The magical girl's transformation was automatically canceled, and Su Woyan Xia Ri's thin uniform was quickly soaked in blood.

Osamu Dazai came to her side, except for calling out her full name just now, he didn't show any anxiety at all.

He arranged his subordinates in an orderly manner to do emergency treatment for Su Woyan, trying his best to fight for her chance of survival.

"Don't contact the medical team at the headquarters, call an ambulance."

Osamu Dazai glanced indifferently at the blood-stained enemy.

"Go get a 'private' doctor and pry his mouth open."

"Yes." The man in black responded, obeying all Dazai Osamu's orders.

Osamu Dazai took out the phone from Sogayan's pocket and unlocked it with her finger.

He rummaged through the address book number and dialed Chuya Zhongya.

He and Zhongyuan Zhong also had another fight in the coffee shop, and that guy will definitely not answer his phone now.

If you send a text message, the little man may not be able to see it in time.

Even if Zhongyuanzhong blocks him, it will not delay any problems. The tasks of the cadres are all directly issued by Mr. Sen.

If Osamu Dazai was killed and asked him for help, he couldn't get through the phone?

Then Zhong Yuanzhong would probably be very happy - it would be good if that bastard died.

The call was quickly connected.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's pleasant voice came from the receiver: "Hello, Su..."

Osamu Dazai interrupted him directly: "Chuya, come to the hospital, you may need a blood transfusion."

Nakahara, who was soaking in the bathtub, also sat up suddenly.

Why did Osamu Dazai hold Su Gayan's mobile phone?

Need a blood transfusion?

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly remembered that Su Woyan had the same blood type as him.

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, and then instructed his subordinates: "Contact people with type B blood in the grassroots, and don't let Mr. Mori know."

Maybe it was because the light tubes in the corridor were not working well, and the lit "in operation" sign turned out to be the most glaring source of light.

After Zhongyuan Zhongye arrived, he was taken by the doctor to draw blood for matching.

The blood seconded from the blood bank is also on the way, and it is faster to directly donate blood through mutual aid, and there is more guarantee before the blood is delivered.

Osamu Dazai locked Su Gayan's phone, and pressed the power button to turn it on.

This time without Su Woyan's fingerprint to unlock, Osamu Dazai can only guess the digital password of the phone.

He tentatively guessed several times, but instead tossed the phone into a mandatory locked state.

For Yokohama Unlocking King, it can be described as a lifetime of shame.

After Zhongyuan Zhong also donated blood, he came to the door of the emergency room.

Osamu Dazai stood up to leave.

Zhong Yuan also asked: "Where are you going?"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "Enthusiastically helping others, go to help others take out the light bulbs that can't be taken out after stuffing them in their mouths."

What he said sounds like an enthusiastic citizen of Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shuddered at his own thoughts.

——Osamu Dazai, an enthusiastic citizen, what kind of scary thing is this?

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the iron bench in front of the emergency room.

He clutched his arm, which was stuck in the tape to prevent bleeding, and felt a chill in the summer night.

"Su Wo, you are the same as Dazai."

"Just a complete idiot."

Zhong Yuanzhong also cursed like this, but his tone was calm and did not seem to be cursing at all.

In a dark room, the captured enemy is being tied to a chair.

The doctor stabbed the person unconscious with an injection of anesthesia, carefully smashed the bulb, and took it out of the enemy's mouth.

According to Osamu Dazai's request, the other party's tongue must not be scratched.

But the treatment after that was very inhumane.

The private doctor picked up tools and pried out the teeth that had been repaired in the enemy's mouth.

Not long after, blood gushed out from the empty tooth cavity.

The doctor roughly stuffed the cotton wool and sutured the gums with needles and threads.

The anesthesia hadn't completely worn off when the enemy woke up.

He looked at the men in black around him, and suddenly recalled what happened before.

He was stuffed with an incandescent light bulb into his mouth by the pink-haired girl, and then... he was knocked out.

You can tell by looking at the clothes, here are all people from the port mafia.

The man with a bandage on his face, between a teenager and a young man, seems to be the person with the highest status here.

The enemy was puzzled, and when he raised his head to meet the boy's eyes, he couldn't help shaking.

As long as you see Dazai Osamu's "blackness", no one will doubt how such a young person became a cadre of the port mafia.

The middle-aged man who was tied to the chair gritted his teeth hard, but there seemed to be a piece in his mouth.

He widened his eyes in horror, and his eyes touched the iron plate on the table not far away.

Inside were bloody surgical tools and a tooth with pink gum.

Osamu Dazai naturally noticed the movement of the other party gritting his teeth.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. If you die so soon, I will have a headache."

Why do you have a headache?

Because I can't make ends meet.

This is the person Su Woyan risked his life to snatch, and Osamu Dazai wanted to make the most of her efforts.

If the enemy dies before confessing, it's better to avoid the bullet and bring back a dead body.

He will pry the most information out of the enemy's mouth, enough to destroy the opponent's organization.

Whether it is the ransacked military/fire warehouse, or Su Woyan who was shot and dying, they all deserve an explanation.

"The next thing I ask you, you'd better explain clearly."

Osamu Dazai beckoned, and his subordinates with torture tools stepped forward.

"If you don't want to speak, I won't give you another chance to speak."

"Don't get me wrong, I won't let you die, I'll gag your mouth so you can't even say it."

"Death is impossible, how can I let you go before I get what I want?"

"Hey, Sue me."

The voice of the neighbor's elder brother, Kurosaki Ichigo, rang in his ears.

"Didn't you ask me to find someone to help you beat people up in Soul Soul Realm?"

"Then what's going on now? Are you worried about my contacts and want to cast the net yourself?"

Su Woyan blinked blankly, and finally regained consciousness.

She was floating about seven centimeters above her body.

The pink-haired girl touched her chest. There was no chain on the soul when she left her body or just died, as Kurosaki Ichigo had described.

Oh, by the way, she's a magical girl, and it's normal to be different from everyone else.

"Hey, Kurosaki-kun, don't say such things."

She said, "I'm obviously not dead yet."

A young man with a ghost horn on his head stood on the other side of Su Woyan.

"Your existence has seriously affected the normal order of hell, Miss Su."

"Please don't embarrass us, and obey the rules once in a while."

If one ignores the mace in his hand, Su Woyan might believe that he is really "persuading".

Look at this indifferent tone, look at this vicious-looking face, it's still the familiar First Assistant Officer of King Yan Mo.

Ghost Lantern, on the surface, is an assistant officer, but in fact he is in charge of the affairs of hell, the real mastermind behind the scenes.

"Master Ghost, the rules you mentioned are too difficult."

Su Woyan complained expressionlessly: "It's not that you obey occasionally, but you can only obey once."

The ghost lamp emphasizes the fact: "Your lifespan has long since come to an end."

"Passing through the gate of hell several times but not entering, if you do this, hell will lose face."

Su Wo said: "But I'm the heroine, isn't it normal to pass by the gate of hell several times but not enter?"

Ghost Lamp tapped the mace in his hand, but said nothing.

Su Wo said: "Besides, even if I die, I won't go to hell."

Ghost Lantern asked, "Why?"

Su Wo said: "Because it's hell, it sounds terrible, okay?"

Sure enough, Heaven or Soul Realm would be better, right?

One sounds good, the other sounds middle-two, neither is terrible.

And the scariest thing in hell is the ghost in front of you.

Antirrhinum dishes, delicious (brain) miso soup, even the cooking skills are so terrible.

As long as the ghost lamp exists, Su Woyan will never step into the gate of hell.

"Kurosaki-kun, Lord Ghost Lantern." Su Woyan said, "I'm really still alive, don't hook me down. Let's maintain a friendly and cooperative relationship."

The so-called friendly and cooperative relationship is that she sends the wicked to hell, and the ghost lamp is responsible for taking over.

When she encountered a supernatural event, she called Kurosaki Ichigo to deal with it in time, and everyone worked together to protect the balance of the world.

Su Woyan opened his eyes, this time it was true, physically opened his eyes.

She's relieved that she's escaped yet again—no need to go to hell to taste the (brain) miso soup that shakes the ghost.

Speaking of which, I have seen death gods and ghosts, and this time it is really extremely dangerous.

But it doesn't matter - as long as consciousness is restored, life will no longer be in danger.

Su Woyan took a deep breath, mobilized his magic power and began to heal himself.

Magical girls are like this, relying on others when they are unconscious, and relying on themselves when they are conscious.

So, what's next?

Su Woyan turned his head and looked outside the glass door of the intensive care unit.

Her high school class teacher, Aizawa Shouta was standing at the door.

Aizawa Xiaota tied up his hair, so handsome that he was so handsome that he was crying ghosts and gods.

If it weren't for the change in his eyes, Su Woyan might still be