The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

All the people I met along the way fell to the ground, their bodies shrunk into a ball, shaking in pain, Mr. A's reaction was not as violent as they were, at least he still had basic mobility and his consciousness was clear.

I don't know where the previous gun went, and in the gap between the journey, Mr. A took another one from others, as well as a few magazines.

He ran wildly all the way, as if there were flood and beasts chasing him, and he reached the ground like this.

The magnificent castle still shines, but...

Mr. A swept the blood splattered on the ground, and slowly put away the gun. He waved his hand, indicating what those people should do.

Also, since Amuro has penetrated to the ground, it means that the part on the ground has been solved.

Fortunately, the other party did not bring his subordinates down together, and it is estimated that he did not want them to know too much so that he could deal with the follow-up.

Whether it is concealing some facts or reporting truthfully, there is no risk of being exposed.

In short, the disaster range of those strange fogs is temporarily only Gen Taku's people, and Amuro Toru's subordinates are still alive and kicking.

Although they are not good people, there are still differences between themselves and their enemies. Thinking of this, A Jun reminded: "Don't get close to that side."

"Yes!"

Next, wait for Amuro to come up—

Hiss, when he thinks of this, I don't know if it's an illusion, his head seems to hurt even more.

Mr. A slipped outside, found a bench facing the garden and sat down. After relaxing, he noticed the unnatural temperature of his body.

He touched his forehead, and he couldn't tell whether his palm was hotter or his head was hotter.

[A gentleman: System gentleman, this kind of thing won't affect my memory, right? 】

[System: Rest assured, your memory does not rely on this body to exist. 】

That is to say, no problem. Mr. A opened his mouth and breathed in the cold air. Although it had no effect on the whole, it was at least a little psychological comfort. [Speaking of which, this body exists in this world itself. When I took over it was because he was already dead. , so he didn't inherit his memory? 】

[System: This is not the case. When I detected the original owner's willingness to give up the body, I conveyed a request to him to take over. After obtaining consent, you will officially take over. When taking over, everything about the body will be open to you, including memory. . According to the regulations, you should have met his reasonable requirements, but the other party voluntarily gave up this opportunity. 】

Mr. A stayed for a while. The system explained a part to him when he first got the body. At that time, he also sighed at the generosity and open-mindedness of the original owner. But I really don't see any memory, is this a bug? still…】

The system paused for a while, [There is no bug detected, the reason why you did not receive the memory may be that the other party has no memory. 】

Of course you can't see what you don't have.

A Jun was shocked. The word memory can easily be associated with a certain aspect now. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the position behind his ear, but his arm seemed to no longer exist.

Not only that, but everything else, except for the world reflected in his eyes, he couldn't feel anything.

[A-Jun: How much does this resurrection take? 】

Because he has done another branch line, he still has enough savings, so this time he is quite confident.

[System: Sorry, no body death trend has been detected, do you mean to carry out body repair? 】

Mr. A?

[But my current temperature is almost enough to make hot spring eggs, and my body can't move... Could it be that the effect of the mist is disabled? Speaking of which, the symptoms of those I have seen before seem to be different from mine...]

If this body was really related to this place in the past, or even an experimental body, the difference in physique is not impossible. But if there is an escaped experiment, the people here shouldn't be able to recognize it, right?

This face is also not a popular type without any memory points. Instead, Yuan Tuo said the original words when he saw what was behind his ear...

Yuan Tuo has some connection with the original owner, not his laboratory.

That is - there is more than one guy doing this kind of research.

The brain is too hot, and the thinking is clearer.

[System: Please don’t worry. The test results show that your body will soon regain its ability to move. The fever and limb weakness at this time are just a normal manifestation of the body’s defense mechanism to clear the drug. 】

A Jun blinked his eyes with difficulty, [You mean, does this drug have no effect on me? 】

[System: It can be understood that way. 】

Mr. A wanted to continue to ask, but suddenly found a rapidly approaching figure in his field of vision. The other party's blond hair was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

The wind was left behind by the man, and the bright hair color left a blurry trace on the retina. When he got closer, Mr. A could see the obvious anger on his face.

Isn't this super bad?

The emotion management master Amuro revealed such a highly saturated emotion, as if he was going to beat him up on the spot, A-jun cold sweat instantly flowed down, and he was extremely glad that he was now in a half-disabled state.

He closed his eyes hard and chose to play dead.

In the darkness, he felt the cool wind blowing on his bare skin, bringing instant coolness, the tip of his nose smelled gunpowder smoke mixed with rust, and an unpleasant smell, and after a while he sighed, It's hard to say what kind of feelings are hidden inside, or both.

A-Jun somehow felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something.

Amuro quickly discovered his abnormal state, and the palm of his hand left his forehead as soon as he touched it, "It's so hot."

His shoulders were wrapped, and he felt weightless, and he fell into a cold embrace at the moment.

"Come in a car!" After Amuro instructed his subordinates, he quickly left the garden and rushed through the castle to the main gate.

"Abernethy, don't let anyone enter below before I come back, and anyone will come up from below to solve it directly."

Abernathy immediately responded loudly when he heard the words: "Yes! I will never let you down!"

A-jun's face was placed on the side of Anshi Tou's neck, and he could clearly feel the beating of his pulse, and the sleepiness suddenly surged up.

—

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white ceiling.

A-jun pursed his lips and felt a slight tingling when he moved his arm.

A plastic tube connects his blood vessels to the medicine bottle, and the transparent medicine is continuously injected into the body. Here is the hospital.

It was daytime outside the window, but there was no sun here, and the clock inside said it was one twenty-four in the afternoon.

But not sure what day it was at one o'clock in the afternoon, how long has passed since he lost consciousness.

He looked around.

This is a single ward, TV, sofa, **** bed... The environment is very good, there is a vase on the bedside cabinet, inside is a clove, and the smell is light.

The heat preservation light of the electric kettle was on, and it was far from the hospital bed. Afterwards, Mr. A realized that he was a little thirsty.

But the lips are not dry and peeling. If you look at it from this point of view, maybe it seems that time has passed?

He quickly got the answer from Qiu Ze Yao—

It is now the third day after that.

In other words, he slept for two days and a dozen hours.

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

When he was sluggish, the door of the ward opened, and Jun A closed his eyes subconsciously.

It seems a bit familiar.

He is not ready to face An Shitou, no matter if the person who comes is him or not, in short, close it first, as long as it can be delayed!

The footsteps of the person who came were barely audible, and when he walked to the bed, Mr. A smelled the familiar, faint scent of men's perfume - Amuro Toru.

Toru Amuro stood by the side for a while, straightened Mr. A's hand with the needle in it, and said in an inaudible voice, "It's obvious that you're not asleep when your eyeballs move like this, the technique of pretending to be asleep is too clumsy. ."

Mr. A froze, opened his eyes reluctantly, met his backlit deep pupils, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, sorry... Actually, I wanted to sleep for a while..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

Anshito stared at him with those guilty eyes, A-jun looked left and right, but did not dare to fall on Anshito, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally said sullenly: "Okay, I know it's wrong. now..."

"You..." Amuro Toru just sighed inexplicably like this, his eyes even more obscure.

What kind of person is Mr. A?

This question has not found an answer until now, and it has even become more and more confusing. He once thought he knew it.

But it turned out that he only saw the appearance of the other party, and he felt arrogant that he had seen through everything.

A Jun unconsciously cast his eyes on him.

A strange feeling emerged in my heart, and A Jun blinked his sour eyes. The question that I have been asking all along is unconsciously asked, "Why are you being so good to me?"

Undercover with justice, mysterious and treacherous Bourbon. No matter what kind of identity it is, there is no reason to bet real feelings on Mr. A.

He has always tried to get close to Rum and use his own reasons to prevaricate himself.

But it has always been clear in my heart that the other party's efforts are not directly proportional to the gains. Even if he can bring great benefits to the other party in the future, Anshitou is not a character who will put his chips on illusory things.

The selfishness that the other party said is also an obvious lie. If it was just pure Bourbon, it might be more credible, but the other party is still down to zero. can still like-

"Because I like it."

Ah, so if you really like it, then there is no problem - the problem is big!

A's eyes widened.

Anshitou didn't have the slightest sense of setting off a storm in the hearts of others, and continued: "There is no reason for this kind of thing. When I first saw Mr. A, I thought you were a good boy. If I have a younger brother, it should be Mr. A is like this. I gradually came up with this idea. I have always been alone. I have doubts about everyone. I am used to covering up my true self with secrets one after another. life... I like A-kun very much, so I hope to become a family that trusts each other with you."

It's this kind of like. A-jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I know that the other party's reason is false, there is a difference between falsehood and falsehood. At least it is more acceptable to use family members as reasons than lovers.

Sure enough, there is no harm if there is no comparison. After such an appearance, Mr. A has clearly realized the preciousness of the identity of the younger brother.

The younger brother is the younger brother, it is better than the lover...

"Speaking of this, Mr. A probably hasn't fully trusted me, right?" Amuro Toru gently held the cold hand outside his quilt, "Why did you give me the mask at that time?"

Mr. A took his breath back again.

"I…"

"Even if I don't trust it, I still have expectations, right? Because I realized the possibility that I would **** the mask. So I didn't dare to gamble and didn't want to break this expectation. So I just didn't give me the chance to choose from the beginning. ."

Basically all. Mr. A didn't want to listen any more, but his current physical condition obviously did not allow him to faint on the spot.

"No!" He interrupted quickly, "The reason for doing that is because I don't want you to be in danger. I won't die, so giving you the mask is the best solution."

"Why not die? Everyone will die. Birth and death are things that everyone must experience." Amuro's inquiring eyes fell on Jun A's face, "Accidents always happen unexpectedly, and no one can be sure of their own fate. There will be a moment in the world."

Mr. A: …

"No, I mean, that, I know that those fogs are not effective for me, so I won't die." It's easy to find a reason, and A-jun breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still alive and well, right? It's totally different from other people who inhale the mist."

Amuro had already realized the unnaturalness of the reaction at that time. And he probably really had his head broken at the time, so he foolishly showed the so-called tattoo to the other party. With the strength of Amuro's intelligence, Mr. A didn't think he could hide it for a long time, rather than waiting for the other party to find out later, then It's better to confess now.

In other words, the honesty at this time is not out of trust, but a wise choice after a calm analysis of the current situation.

Mr. A organized the wording: "I actually... don't remember the past, but when I have memories, it's already what it is now, I haven't met anyone who knows me, like a ghost, connected to this world It just exists."

He glanced at Amuro Toru covertly, the other party's expression was flawless, and he could only continue: "After that, I met Rum and joined the organization. Until now, although I don't remember much, since Yuan Tuo knows me tattoo, it means that there should be some relationship between me and his experiment, and my intuition tells me that nothing will happen, so…”

It's a bit far-fetched to say that, Mr. A doesn't know that medicine, and it's impossible to confirm whether the memory is reversible. In short, it is reasonable, the other party can never find the party to testify against him.

"Is that so..." Amuro Toru was noncommittal about his remarks, and instead asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Eh, ah, kind of."

"I'll go to the doctor to pull out the needle for you, and then you can have some porridge."

Mr. A looked at the closed door, not knowing for a moment whether he should let his breath go.

It always feels like it's not over yet.

With his heart in mind, he finally waited for the follow-up after drinking a small bowl of sweet porridge.

Toru Amuro put the bowl and spoon on the table, interlaced his fingers, and looked at Jun A, who was sitting up, "The underground laboratory has been cleaned up, and everyone who inhaled the mist died, but it was not caused by drugs."

Mr. A has a bad feeling.

Amuro revealed a smile that can be described as bright: "I installed C4 below without telling others, and the castle on the ground was sinking. After modifying some of the contents of the USB flash drive, it was handed over to Rum yesterday. "

"I deleted TheSeed. And..."

A Jun was forced to listen to the process of his deception and secret operation, and was shocked: "Wait, wait a minute! I'm from Rum!"

Just saying in front of him how to fool his boss, what do you mean?

"Ah, that's right." As if he had just realized it, Toru Amuro showed a stunned expression, he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, put his hands together, tilted his head and blinked one side of his eyes, "Then please A-kun Help me keep it a secret, okay?"

Mr. A?

Mr. A!

He gasped and said dryly, "No, so, you shouldn't tell me about this kind of thing..."

"There's nothing you can do if you've already said it." Amuro rolled his eyes, "Can A-kun keep it a secret for me?"

What's the difference between this sentence and directly asking can you go against rum for me?

Mr. A wanted to shake his head decisively and say no, but the fact was that he would not tell Rum. There's even an occasional cryptic leak of Bourbon's credible information from Rum.

Mr. A was silent for a long time, and Anshitou became a little uneasy for a long time. He couldn't help but start to reflect on whether his actions were too aggressive.

probably not.

Regardless of the real reason, Mr. A's choice is undeniable at the juncture of life and death. Even if he is not a trustworthy person in the other party's heart, he must be important.

The handle handed over represents the transfer of the initiative, and it is also a guarantee of not betrayal. It's his sincere proof.

From the very beginning, Amuro Toru had the idea of ​​taking Mr. A out of the quagmire of the organization. But no matter what the plan is, everything is premised on trust.

Otherwise, it will only be counterproductive, just like if he had expressed his intention to Mr. A when he first met, he was an undercover agent, and he wanted to bring Mr. A back to Japan to be protected by the public security as a tainted witness - he would definitely be killed.

Poisoning, sneak attack, assassination... Mr. A is not the type to be soft-hearted at critical moments.

At this moment, Amuro Toru, who noticed the softening of Mr. A's attitude, took a decisive step.

However, under the long silence of the other party, the intelligence trafficker, who has always been at ease with people's hearts, is inevitably a little apprehensive.

He made this emotion unabashed.

If you can make the other party feel pity, this unease is also a resource that can be used.

If I remember correctly, Mr. A still prefers his face.

The white and flat quilt was twisted into a ball in his hand, and the folds were layered like a flower. Mr. A turned his face away, but he couldn't look directly at the uneasy look on that face, "The main purpose of this operation is to find out the source of the information leak. , is it just that U disk can be handed over to Rum?"

Toru Amuro smiled brightly, "Of course it's not just the USB flash drive. Speaking of which, I have to thank Mr. A. I can find out about those things."

"what?"

"Because of that tattoo, my thoughts are similar to yours." Amuro said bluntly, "I investigated your earliest social records, investigated various news before that time, and after screening, I finally locked one accidental fire. event."

The cause of the fire was given by the police as the leakage of flammable gas, which caused a flashover, which lasted for 20 hours.

The site of the fire is a research institute under the name of Sanjiang Group, which has been built for nearly 20 years. But there has been no decent contribution, so little known.

After the incident, the media focused their attention here, only to find that this institute actually has the support of the Ancheng Assemblyman and former Prime Minister Hashida.

Of course, these are not information that can be put on the bright side, and Amuro Toru also obtained it through a special way.

Integrating the intelligence of the public security and the organization, he even found a part of the staff of the research institute. Yuan Tuo's face is on the list. His real name is Yuan Tuo Falcon. He has a double master's degree in biology and medicine. Excellent talent, who joined this institute fifteen years ago and disappeared ten years ago.

Of course, the research institute has been burnt out, and these specious statements are not enough to kill Rum. The real highlight is Professor Ibuki Matsuo, who is the special instructor of the research institute. Find his profile in the background board.

That was Rams, Rum's subordinate, who should have died twenty years ago.

It was also a lot of trouble for Rum to leak this incident. After all, Rams also died in the fire. After Rum beat Amuroto and made him keep the matter tight, it was revealed.

Of course, the account that should be settled still has to be settled, but it is not something that Amuro can intervene as it concerns members of parliament and ministers.

Anshitou finally said: "I have confirmed it, no one knows your origin, and I will continue to pay attention to it in the future, and I will not let anyone know."

"Now you are just Mr. A." He smiled warmly, and his voice was soft but firm.

Jun A has a dry throat: "Well...Thank you..."

Fortunately, the truth was told before, and there was no concealment. He thought fortunately that intelligence officers like Amuro Toru were terrible.

However, since the institute was completely burned out, he would have no way of knowing what kind of experiment happened to him, and why he had the ability to decompose that drug...

This was probably what he wanted.

The two couldn't continue to chat, Anshitou's phone rang, he answered it and was about to leave.

"You stay here and rest. Although it's a little better now, your physical wear and tear will not recover in a while. You stay in the hospital, and someone will take care of you when I'm not here, okay? Don't let me worry. ." He said in a negotiating tone.

Mr. A can only nod his head.

An Shitou placed his palm on top of his head and rubbed it, "I'll be back in the evening, you can call me if you have anything, and the new phone's password is still the same as before."

Mr. A was speechless for a while. Speaking of which, since he took up the job of organizing, none of the mobile phones in his hand could survive for a week.

This has also led to his mobile phone models have always been at the forefront of the times and followed the trend.

"I'm leaving." Amuro opened the door of the ward, and the cool breeze in the corridor blew away the heating in the room. He waited for a while, and a boy's voice came from behind him.

"Be careful on the road."

After Amuro left, Mr. A turned on the TV, watched it for a while, and then turned it off. Maybe because he has always been a lover of otaku culture, he felt a little unaccustomed to watching it, so he picked up his newly acquired mobile phone.

At 3:10 in the afternoon, Jun A got up from the hospital bed and planned to go outside to let the wind out.

When I was lying on the bed, I didn't feel it, but once I stood up, I could clearly feel the muscle weakness. Mr. A took a few breaths, put a cast on his left arm and hung it around his neck, with his right hand against the wall, and walked out of the ward slowly. .

He also had two gunshot wounds, and I don't know how Amuro explained to the doctor when he brought him here.

Most of the people walking in and out of the corridor are solemn and in a hurry, each with their own sorrows and sorrows, and they have no more experience to care about a stranger. A Jun walked aimlessly, and unknowingly arrived at the elevator.

There were two people waiting in front of him, and he followed them to the elevator. This is the first ward building, and the tenth floor is a single-person ward, and Mr. A is on the fifteenth floor.

The elevator went all the way down to the first floor, and the two of them left. Mr. A hesitated for a while, but still didn't go down. After all, he promised to stay here, so it's better not to leave the building.

One second before the automatic door closed, someone ran over from the lobby, and Jun A pressed the door, allowing the other party to catch up with the elevator.

"Thank you." The other party was the image of an elite woman, with long chestnut hair tied on top of her head and sharp eyes under her glasses, she softened slightly when she looked at Jun A, and running over in high heels made her breathing a little short.

"It's okay..." Jun A shook his head, feeling that she looked familiar. But I can't remember where I saw it for a while, so I can only give up.

The other party pressed the button on the fifteenth floor, the button turned red, and everything else was dark: "Which floor are you going to?" she asked.

"It's the same as you." After just walking a few steps, Mr. A felt a little tired, so he didn't plan to continue running around.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, and a doctor pushing a cart walked up to the elevator. After taking a look, he did not press the floor. It seemed to be the same destination as them.

Mr. A smelled a familiar smell from him. But if you smell it carefully, it actually only smells of disinfectant.

On the fifteenth floor, the woman nodded to Jun A and ran out in a hurry, followed by the doctor, Jun A was the last to go out. Therefore, she knew that she had entered the ward opposite Jun A.

"Is that how you take care of Xiaolan? What else do you do besides drinking all day long? Xiaolan will cook and do laundry for you when she is only thirteen years old. How can you look like a father! You don't even have a fever? Know!"

The voice slipped out from the crack of the door that was not closed tightly, and Mr. A's movement to open the door stopped.

Xiaolan?

The conversation inside continued, the woman, who should be Fei Yingli now, angrily said: "If Xinyi didn't happen to come looking for Xiaolan, she would have stayed in the room and endured the pain, but her father was completely Still laughing at the TV!"

Hearing this, Maori Kogoro is indeed a bit unqualified as a father. But Mao Lilan can cook at the age of thirteen...

This makes A Jun feel a little ashamed, he has not mastered this skill until now. Not only that, the meals he handles can even be regarded as dark dishes...

"Hi..." Although he was a little distracted, Mr. A was still aware of it before he was hit.

But helplessly, his body didn't respond well, and he was finally hit by the metal cart. He was injured when he fell to the ground, and his head was a little dizzy.

It was the doctor who hit him before, wearing a mask and a hair cover, with only one pair of eyes exposed, slender in shape, looking a little vicious when he looked down at Mr. A: "You can't stand here if you stand in the way. Think about it for the others?"

"Obviously it was the uncle, you bumped into the big brother! Not only did you not apologize, but you even blamed the patient in turn, which is really impolite! How can someone like you become a doctor!" Kudo Shinichi said angrily.

He was caught between the husband and wife at a loss. So when I heard the noise outside, I immediately made an excuse to run out, but I didn't expect to see an acquaintance - Fujita Yoshiki, the guy I met in Hokkaido.

In the end, before he was happy about this chance encounter, he heard the doctor's bad speech.

"What do you know, little devil! I'm in a hurry, no one can afford to delay the patient!" The doctor snorted coldly, and pushed the cart away.

Kudo Shinichi got angry: "How can there be such a person!"

Be sure to sue him! This guy's name tag is... not hanging. Generally speaking, the staff in the hospital will have a name tag on their chest, as well as the position and so on, and it is easy to identify people, but the guy just now had nothing - did he know that he would be complained, so he planned ahead?

That's too nasty!

The young detective couldn't care less about condemning the doctor, so he hurriedly walked to Jun A and squatted down, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? How is your arm, is there any place, eh! The blood is coming out, I'll help you. Call the doctor!"

"I'm fine..." Mr. A grabbed his wrist before he ran to ring the bell. "The wound has cracked a little, and it's fine. If you leave it alone, you'll be fine, and you don't need to re-bandage."

Kudo Shinichi: "Ah, is that so?"