The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

There is not even an elevator in this hotel as there are only three floors.

Mr. A carried Anshito to the third floor. The room here was only four and a half tatami mats. He opened the door with a key. After entering the door, he poured water. After a while, he turned around. in the quilt.

The crumpled suit and tactical straps were thrown into the trash can, his coat was well hung on the wall, Mr. A handed warm water to Amuro, who was half-supported and leaning on the head of the bed.

The young man showed half of his wheat-colored chest, which was covered with fine sweat.

A thin layer covers the skeleton, undulating with breathing. A Jun glanced quickly and did not dare to continue to look.

Light salt water is more troublesome, I will buy a bottle of electrolyte drink on the road in a while...

He thought about going to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water, folding it into a square and laying it on the other's forehead.

Amuro had already lied back down. When he was covering the wet towel, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and soon opened them again. He stared at A-kun beside the bed with a look like he was in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. .

"I'm going out, do you have anything to eat for dinner?" Mr. A asked.

Amuro said: "When a person's body temperature rises, the body's immunity will decrease, and the digestion and absorption functions of the gastrointestinal tract will decline. However, a fever will cause a greater energy consumption, and some nutrition needs to be supplemented."

A Jun: "So?"

"Porridge is fine."

A Jun endured, but couldn't hold back, and finally stabbed the sick patient's soft hair. He rubbed the blond hair into a chicken coop in Amshito's dazed eyes, then straightened the towel and took it. The **** bag with the clothes left quickly.

After disposing of the garbage bags, he first went to the clothing store to buy a suit that looked very warm, and a house suit that was also warm, and then went to a convenience store and a pharmacy.

It only took less than 20 minutes to buy all the things, and when I returned to the hotel to open the door, I saw no one on the bed. But I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Mr. A put down his things, frowned and knocked on the bathroom door: "Are you inside?"

Although it is indeed beneficial to cool down, the other party's body is still in a weak state, and sweating leads to a large loss of electrolytes. When taking a bath alone, there is a high possibility of fainting in the middle.

"I'm fine..." Toru Amuro replied, "Give me the clothes."

The door of the bathroom was opened from the inside, and Mr. A had just found the bag for his clothes. When he picked it up and turned around, he was caught off guard by the mist gushing out from inside. Handed it out, the other party took it and turned back quickly, rummaging through the remaining pile of shopping bags.

"I couldn't find a place to sell porridge, so I bought self-heating white porridge, which takes 15 minutes to heat. I also bought a thermometer, you can measure the temperature later, and then there are many kinds of medicines and antipyretics. Because I was in a hurry, I didn't look carefully, I bought a box..."

In the bathroom, Toru Amuro put his clothes aside and was unfastening the towel around his waist. He listened to Mr. A's long-winded speech outside, but he didn't find a space to answer for a while.

In short, after going through a lot of twists and turns—specifically referring to the heart of Mr. A—Amuro Toru sat at the low table in his furry home clothes. In front of him was the steaming self-heating white porridge on the lid, and a bottle of three-point drink. One of the electrolyte drinks, Mr. A took out the thermometer from his mouth and looked at the light: "38.5℃."

Amuro nodded: "I have a moderate fever, I'll just sleep, it's better not to take antipyretics."

Just in case something happened to the potion he had been drinking and some component of the antipyretic.

Mr. A felt that his state was very strange, his thinking was normal, his order was clear, and he was no different from usual.

However, his speech occasionally contains unnecessary content, and he does not laugh like he normally does, which makes him look dull, and his speech is very clear, separated syllable by syllable, just like a child.

In any case, the effect of this Veritaserum is too late.

He was a little worried, but after all, there are still so many plots after Amuro, so there should be no sequelae...

Jun A scratched his hair irritably, and after a little hesitation, he said, "Do you have a trusted medical institution or doctor?"

For example, the police department's exclusive medical team and so on.

Amuro was strangely silent for a while, "Yes."

"Can they come over? Or I'll take you there? If it's a secret that can't be revealed, I can go home alone."

Toru Amuro looked at the eyes of pure trust and worry for a moment, and finally nodded: "I'll call later."

Fortunately, the effect of the drug has now attenuated a lot. Otherwise, he really couldn't hold back at this time, and in three minutes, he explained everything like a bean.

A humble van took him away.

All other things have been cleaned up. Mr. A is wearing his original coat, carrying the shopping bag with the house clothes he had before installing Shitou, standing by the window and watching the car go away.

Amuro Toru stared at the rear window for a while, then quickly turned his head and closed his eyes to rest.

He was wearing a thermal suit bought by Mr. A, with a hat that covered his eyebrows, and a black mask bought by Mr. A on his face. The only exposed eyes were also covered by shadows.

The driver was taciturn and took him to his intended location without looking away, where a waiting car took him to his final destination.

When Feng Jianyu also stepped forward to meet the boss who met for the first time in the real sense, the other party took out a plastic package of a certain bath product from his pocket, and calmly ordered: "Take this to the appraisal office to analyze the ingredients. , have the medical staff arrived?"

"Yes, it's all ready, the place is..."

"I'll go by myself, you bring something to do business with."

Kazami Yu also went in the exact opposite direction of his boss.

As expected of Mr. Furuya, who became a member of Zero at a young age, that kind of aura is not something ordinary people can have. While regretting that he couldn't see his boss's face this time, he usually observed what the other party gave him.

It's...a piece of fabric that looks like the neckline of a shirt.

When Amuro came back the next day, it was back to normal. Whether it was a betrayal of the organization or a secret that could not be revealed, the other party didn't take the initiative to mention it, and Mr. A didn't ask much.

Three days have passed in this way, and the new attack has not moved. But the shadow of another bigger bomb hung overhead, and the dignified atmosphere not only did not ease over time, but instead became heavier. The Metropolitan Police Department was bleak, and the hospital was inevitably affected.

Makimura, who was the least injured in the ward, has been discharged from the hospital, and the obstacles to sneaking have been reduced a lot.

Hagihara Kenji opened his eyes, and when he was about to use his crutches to go to the toilet, he glanced at the bed next to him. He didn't bother to solve his physical problems, so he patted Yamada who was still snoring.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Ah? What's wrong?" Yamada looked blank. "Are you going to eat?"

Hagihara Kenji gave him a wordless head, "You can walk easily, go down and ask if you see anyone going out, and ask when Qiu Zeyao ran away. I'll call Xiaojinping."

Yamada digested it for a while, then sat up abruptly, his eyes widened: "Ha? He ran away? No, how can he move in this state?"

"If you ask me, I want to know too... Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" Hagihara Kenji urged him to run out of the ward, and the outgoing phone got through.

"What's wrong?" Matsuda Jinping had just woken up, and his voice was very lazy.

"The man ran away..." Hagihara Kenji pinched the painful temple, "I was careless, I thought he couldn't do anything with his current state of recovery. He shouldn't run far, Yamada went to ask, then I'll give the time. Let me tell you, you can find an acquaintance of the Ministry of Transportation to adjust the road conditions at that time, and you should be able to find him soon."

"That guy..." Matsuda Jinping grinned, followed by a headache, but he was more energetic, "Just do as you said."

Yamada came back soon, and he was a little out of breath when he pushed the door open: "No, the staff on duty has never seen him. I asked the guard to check the surveillance at the door, and there is no progress yet."

When going out from the building, you can only go through the main door. At night, the other doors are locked. The windows on the lower floors are equipped with anti-theft windows to prevent people from entering from outside. All the staff on duty have never seen anyone, so there is a high probability that the other party is indeed Did not go there.

Hagihara Kenji walked to the window with a cane and laughed at his whimsical idea.

After all, they are on the eighth floor, Qiu Zeyao's state is very difficult even if he can move, how could the other party run out of here.

He still opened the window and looked out, the next second he couldn't help but say, "Shit."

At the height below the window, on the right-hand side of the air conditioner's outdoor unit, which is less than half a meter, the dust formed by the wind and the sun has an obvious footprint-shaped trace. It is obviously still new, and it was left not long ago.

Qiu Zeyao jumped through the window and jumped to the outside of the air conditioner, next to the fire pipe, so he must have slid down there.

Yamada was also at a loss for words, and finally said dryly: "At least there is no more person downstairs who fell from the building, and the person is still alive, which is good."

"You're right." Hagihara Kenji wiped his face.

He returned to Qiu Ze Yao's hospital bed, picked up a note from the pillow, and tore it into pieces with a blank expression.

"Absolutely, when he recovers, I will definitely beat him up."

Yamada: "Add me."

Qiu Zeyao was indeed the window through which to go. He quietly got up in the early hours of the morning. The wound under the bandage is now only a faint scar. It was very troublesome to remove. He didn't even change his hospital gown, so he left the window like this. building.

Leaving the hospital from the corner of the surveillance camera, trotting all the way to a certain place, a black Audi stood in the early morning night, he stood in the cold wind for a while, until the last trace of temperature was also taken away, and then slowly walked Approaching, the man in black checked what he was carrying and reached out to open the door after confirming that there was no danger.

The white-haired youth sat up without saying a word.

The black-haired woman sitting in the passenger seat put a mobile phone on the platform in the middle of the seat, the screen flashed, and a warm and soft voice sounded.

"I knew you would come, Mr. Qiu Ze."