MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 52

It was already the 40th hour after Mr. A woke up, which was noon the next day.

Being in a coma for so long is not because of physical reasons or because you don't want to wake up, but simply because you can't wake up early.

After all, as a hands-on person, Qiu Zeyao should visit him no matter what after he wakes up.

But the former was floating on the sea all night, and it was not until ten o'clock today that he barely made it back to Tokyo. He went home non-stop to take care of the description, then pretended to buy a bunch of flowers, and ran to the hospital again.

He simply couldn't see the original appearance on his face, and no one would notice that he was tired after working all night.

At this time, there was no one in the ward. Qiu Zeyao breathed a sigh of relief. He put the flower in his hand into the vase by the bedside, and squeezed with the original bellflower. It's ugly, but it's not pretty.

Guiltily, he reached out and adjusted the position, making them less compact, and the overall look and feel was much better.

Qiu Zeyao withdrew his hand. He has already conveyed to Jun A that he can wake up. But it may take a while to take over the body completely. He looked around the ward and finally sat in the **** position.

Mr. A breathed slowly, and the light from the window hit Qiu Zeyao, casting a shadow on his face, and his tightly closed lips were still wet.

When he noticed this, Qiu Ze Yao subconsciously licked his chapped lips.

It's probably due to Toru Amuro...

I knew it when I read comics before. The other party is a terribly careful guy. When he really wants to be nice to someone, his gentleness is like spring breeze and rain, and it is almost imperceptible.

Looking at Jun A's clean face, Qiu Zeyao's already improving face suddenly hurt again.

As a result, this guy just lay down all the way, but he was beaten by an unknown amount during this period—

Although it is the same person, this consciousness is connected with each other, but it is also independent of each other. It is similar to a person's relationship between the present and the past. Occasionally, there are occasions similar to when I was a child. I am so happy. Why is it so hard now, if I can go back to my childhood Just like that thought.

Qiu Zeyao is also like this now, he is a little jealous of the relaxed state of the other one.

Especially when the other party was hospitalized, all the work of the ghost had to be done by him.

He stretched out his claws towards Jun A's hair, and was about to check the progress of the other party's baldness when the door of the ward suddenly opened.

Although he quickly withdrew his hand, Mr. A's messy hair could not be restored to its original state at once. Qiu Zeyao looked at the door in despair, and Amuro revealed a surprised expression.

"Officer Qiuzawa." He nodded, closed the door with his backhand, walked in with a convenience bag, put the things on the table, and of course saw the vase with a sudden change of style there.

"Mr. Amuro, I'm sorry for coming here so rashly..." Qiu Zeyao got up immediately, gave up the chair, and went to the sofa by himself.

The other party didn't seem to notice the change in Jun A's hair, and he was slightly relieved.

"It doesn't matter, Officer Qiu Ze is also worried about Yang Xi." The blond young man frowned, and his worried eyes fell on the hospital bed, "Forty hours have passed, and if you ask the doctor, you can only get the answer that everything is normal, and then wait. I couldn't find out why, but I just couldn't wake up."

"I can't find any problems, it's good news in itself, maybe he's just too tired, so he wants to sleep more." Qiu Zeyao opened his eyes and lied.

Anshitou heard the words and smiled: "That's true."

He sat in the seat that Qiu Zeyao had given up, raised his hand and carefully tidied up Mr. A's messy hair. His voice was Amuro Toru's usual gentleness, but with a touch of intimacy, the listener could easily tell the difference. Treat others and family differently.

"Wake up quickly, don't let me continue to worry."

A-jun's eyelashes trembled, it was just time to wake up, it shouldn't have anything to do with Amuro Toru's words, but it was a coincidence.

Qiu Zeyao was speechless for a while, but this coincidence came at the right time. It reflects the importance of Amuro Toru in the heart of Mr. A, and it reflects that the opponent's counter-insurgency plan is progressing extremely smoothly.

That's right, the one lying here is actually a misguided teenager who is in deep darkness but still has good thoughts in his heart, and he needs a righteous police officer to pull him!

Although I still didn't understand why the other party approached me with that attitude from the beginning.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you know that Amuro Toru won't be used as a **** after gaining his trust, being a scumbag who exploits other people's feelings—this is a weird saying, but it makes sense anyway—just fine.

This kind of thing shouldn't happen...?

In short, in addition, even if it is used to a certain extent, he is acceptable.

After all, he used other people's bodies, some were fictional pasts, and the death that others could not avoid was just a painful but irrelevant memory to him. The two people named A were made up of falsehoods. , the only thing that can hurt them is their feelings.

This is why Mr. A is so cautious about giving his emotions, just out of self-protection instinct. But in the end, the impregnable fortress was inevitably loosened.

It's not that our side is too good, it's really that the enemy's rank is too high.

A-Jun opened his eyes, and he focused his gaze dully on Amuro Toru's face, "Who are you?"

An Shitou's expression went blank for a while, and he quickly smiled helplessly: "You only hurt your chest, and there is no problem with your head."

A Jun also rolled his eyes and smiled: "Just kidding, I thought I would scare you."

Amuro Toru felt that he was a little different, should it be said that he was closer, the distance between the two seemed to decrease a little.

After being stunned for a while, An Shitou raised his hand and rubbed his head, "You've already scared me... I've been worrying about having slept for so long."

"Sorry... have I slept for a long time?" Jun A rolled his eyes with a guilty conscience.

It's because Qiu Ze Yao's movements are too slow.

ha? You are too embarrassed to say, this should have been your job!

The two consciousnesses communicated in front of Amuro Toru, and they went back and forth dozens of times in an instant at the speed of thought transmission, and finally nothing happened.

Fighting with yourself is as boring as punching with your left and right hands.

The expression of his guilty conscience fell into An Shitou's eyes, which was another meaning. The blond young man narrowed his eyes: "You are more surprised by the fact that you can wake up? Yang Xijun, who sacrificed himself to save others."

"Ah, eh?" Mr. A was stunned for a while, suddenly remembering what the other party said to Qiu Zeyao the day before yesterday.

Although he didn't know how much it was true and false, it was true that it wasn't all false. He hesitated for a moment, put his hand out of the quilt, and covered the other's hand on the bed under Amuro's slightly surprised eyes, "I'm sorry, Let you worry, next time I will take good care of myself."

Holding the hand back, Amuro smiled again: "Then it's settled, saving people is good, but your life is also very important."

Although it is sincere, Mr. A probably thinks that saving people is good because he was forced to say that by the presence of a third party. It's very inconvenient, Qiu Zeyao's arrival is really not at the right time.

Mr. A, who didn't know that half of him was rejected, curled the corners of his lips: "Well."

A life that no one cares about is worthless in itself, and even he himself is only used as a means to let the enemy relax his vigilance, and he can abandon it without hesitation when necessary.

But now there are people who care.

This life has thus become precious.

Qiu Zeyao's left hand also had the illusion of being caught. He subconsciously clasped his hands, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably behind the scarf.

"I asked the doctor, you will feel better after you wake up and eat a little something, but you still have to continue the infusion."

Toru Amuro said, "The porridge I prepared earlier is a little cold. I'll go to the microwave to heat it up. You can talk to Officer Qiuzawa for a while, okay?"

In fact, the posture of A-jun lying flat can't see Qiu Ze Yao. But he could see himself lying flat from the other side's point of view.

"Okay. Thank you, Brother Tou."

The other side flicked his forehead lightly with his fingers, "No need to be polite."

Amuro Toru nodded to Qiu Ze Yao and left with the porridge.

Qiu Zeyao stood up from the sofa and sat back on the **** chair, so that both of them could see each other.

This feeling... is actually kind of weird.

In addition to receiving the picture from the eyes, the brain also has a perspective that belongs to the other party, and…

Mr. A coughed.

Qiu Zeyao's face is really terrible now, the kind that even he can't bear to see.

I and myself fought back and forth a few times in consciousness, and finally gave up because of boredom.

And maybe in the future, I will face such a situation of communicating with myself. At that time, it will not only be two people living in the same room, but with other people watching, if something goes wrong, I really can't explain it.

So he decided to take the opportunity to practice first.

"Officer Qiuzawa...is that right?" Mr. A said strangely, but at least his voice was fine, and his expression was quickly controlled.

"It's me..." Qiu Ze Yao paused, then added, "Fujita-kun."

The air was embarrassed for five seconds, and Mr. A endured the strange feeling and said, "I'm sorry for making such a strange request that day... Well, thank you Officer Qiu Ze."

Qiu Zeyao went smoother this time, and quickly replied: "It's okay, I didn't do it because of your request, but my original plan, you don't need to thank me, but I should thank you, otherwise in Songtian I couldn't do anything with the police officer blocking me."

"Then we're even...even?" Qiu Zeyao scratched his head to A Jun, who was inconvenient to move, to show a frantic state of mind.

What kind of weird conversation is this?

No, you can't say that in front of others!

Qiu Zeyao bravely ended the conversation: "Ah."

The two sides looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

Why isn't he a performer?

Qiu Zeyao smoothed A Jun's hair, and the air fell silent again.

But the mental activity on both sides has reached a peak.

If Amuro comes back and sees them in such a relatively speechless state... hiss...

Hurry up and say something that is not nutritious but normal people will say!

"Is Fujita-kun from Tokyo?"

"It doesn't matter, my hometown is in the town. I came to Tokyo just because Brother Tou works here, so I came along with me. It's also a recent matter."

Completely a replica of the dialogue with Kudo Shinichi.

After asking and answering, the two reviewed the settings that Mr. A had originally compiled. After Qiu Zeyao comforted him dryly, the air fell into silence again.

Mr. A has nothing to say: "What kind of police officer is Officer Qiu Ze?"

"Those dealing with explosives originally wanted to join the search class, but they failed in the end."

"Huh? But Officer Akizawa's marksmanship is very good..."

"There are other deficiencies." Qiu Zeyao paused, "They think I have no affection for criminals, my attitude is too extreme, and I failed the psychological test."

Good guy, now I'm starting to review Qiu Ze Yao's character design.

Fortunately, Amuro Toru finally came back before they had nothing to say.

A small table was placed on the hospital bed, and the porridge was placed on it. The bed was half-raised. At Jun A's strong request, Amuro Toru handed him the spoon and let him drink the porridge by himself with his hands without needles.

Qiu Ze Yao said goodbye at the right time.

An Shitou got up and sent him out. Facing Qiu Zeyao's refusal, he blinked: "Actually, I want to go to the doctor, so let's go with you."

So the two got on the elevator together.

As long as he doesn't face himself, Qiu Zeyao can still find topics. If there is no nutrition, just thinking about it is a lot.

"Mr. Amuro, stay here all the time, is it okay to work?"

"Anything is fine as far as work is concerned. For me, Yang Xi is more important. After all, the child has no one else to rely on except me."

Qiu Ze Yao's eyes widened slightly because of his answer.

When they were in Hokkaido, they set only a simple neighbor relationship. Therefore, it stands to reason that the general answer of the other party should be that Yang Xi's parents are very busy. As a big brother, I need to pay more attention to the work, not to worry about things like that.

No, think about it carefully... The setting of both parents dying is actually very common, maybe the other party just added a setting suddenly...

Qiu Ze Yao swallowed his saliva and said tentatively: "Fujita-kun has told me something about him, you and he are neighbors who grew up together, and they are like brothers, but Mr. Anshi has just graduated from university, according to the regulations In fact, it should be adopted by relatives.”

"Even relatives won't take care of a person's life without complaint. Compared with those relatives, I think I'm more suitable for taking care of people."

Toru Amuro replied like a real neighbor brother, "And my income is enough for the two of us to live together in Tokyo. Before Yangxi came over, I had already made various plans."

Good, solved the case. It is impossible for Kudo Shinichi to bring up the pain points of others again, and Toru Amuro definitely learned from the conversation just now.

Eavesdropper…

Qiu Zeyao said that's fine, while recalling whether there was anything wrong with the dialogue he directed and acted just now.

Damn, why is there such a thing even in the ward?

A-Jun, who was looking around on the bed, suddenly had a flash of light—

Do you think he will encounter any terrorist attack, so he is always monitoring, just in case?

No, not so much...?

He suddenly felt guilty.