Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Fever Period
Touched, An You flicked her flashlight across Bourbon's face as a reminder, "I'm back, little brother Bourbon."
Bourbon squinted against the light, his gaze fell on them, and a smile appeared on his originally tense face.
But when he saw Scotland working as a laborer and An You lying on his back, the smile that had finally appeared on his face faltered and turned into a sneer again.
"Are any of you injured?"
Scotland shook his head: "No, it's just that he can't walk."
Bourbon nodded, indicating that he roughly understood.
"Get in the car and go back."
Anyou jumped off Scotland's back.
An You asked, "By the way, how did you know I was missing?"
Scotland, "When we came back to look for you, we discovered you were missing. We also happened to smell blood in the next room, and Ono Koichi had tracked us down from the mountains. We guessed he might have attacked you, so we subdued him and found out your approximate whereabouts."
Bourbon asked: "Why did Ono Koichi suddenly attack you? You and him should have no hatred."
Thinking of the tragedy that happened at that moment, An You shuddered.
"I overheard a secret. They actually got this villa by breaking into and robbing, and even murdering someone. Their sibling relationship was a facade. They're actually just a criminal gang. While fighting for profits, Ono Koichi accidentally killed Ono Akiko."
"I overheard their quarrel. Ono Koichi was planning to silence me."
Scotland frowned. "If that's the case, you were in great danger. You should have contacted us immediately."
An You said stubbornly, "Actually, I'm going to test your search ability and give you a chance to practice."
“…”
Scotland weakly instructed, "There's no need to hold on. If you encounter danger, contact your teammates immediately."
"Oh, okay, by the way, has anyone seen my phone?"
"It's here. I found it."
Bourbon pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to him.
An You touched the familiar cell phone and dialed a number tremblingly.
Bourbon: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to call the police."
"Um?"
His expression changed from cold to weird.
Bourbon: "Why call the police?"
An You's eyes widened in shock, not understanding his thoughts. "Because a murder has occurred. Of course we have to report it to the police."
As they were talking, An You had already called the Tokyo police. "Hello, officer, I've come across a murder case. It's happening in this villa halfway up the mountain in Nagakatsuki, a suburb of Tokyo. Yeah, I'm fine. Luckily, I'm agile and smart, and I managed to get away with it in a very cool way. I wasn't caught."
“…”
What's wrong with the pure and clear tone of this college student!
The two people opposite looked strange.
Bourbon hesitated for a moment before breaking the deadlock: "A murder was discovered in the villa. An You called the police. They will be coming up the mountain soon. We shouldn't stay here for long."
An You was puzzled, "Why?"
"We have special identities and need to hide from the police."
An You seemed to suddenly realize that his current status was not friendly. "Oh, that's right."
Although An You didn't do anything bad, his identity was not good.
The prince of the Black Organization has no criminal history, but he also bears joint responsibility. If he is found out and sent to jail, he will be in great trouble.
The education he received since childhood made him subconsciously trust the police, and he completely forgot his own identity and it was inappropriate for him to do so.
An You got into the car and said, "Let's go, let's go."
Scotland followed closely behind and sat in the passenger seat. He seemed to be reluctant and turned his head to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid. This case has nothing to do with you. You are the victim."
An You's eyes widened immediately, and she retorted disapprovingly: "What victims? We are criminals from the Black Organization. Scotland, you don't have to deceive yourself and comfort me."
"Ono Takashi's family is certainly hateful, but who are the three of us? Although I haven't committed murder or arson, I am the spiritual leader of the Black Organization, Prince. You two are members of the Black Organization who do all kinds of evil. You are not good people."
"I'd rather die than let my friend die. Let them wait here for the police. It's better for us to slip away first."
Bourbon, Scotland, which was inexplicably criticized.
Although he knew he was undercover, he was unable to fight back after being scolded and was suddenly burdened with heavy guilt.
The journey back was long, and An You didn’t remember it clearly. She only knew that her forehead was hot, her breathing became scalding, and her whole body felt like it was immersed in magma.
An You couldn't hear any more sounds, only the sound of the machine beeping twice. The system heard the sound and said, "Health value is continuously decreasing. Please seek medical treatment immediately."
Chaotic Anyou asked: [Is my health low? What's wrong with me? ]
[The body you control has developed pathological symptoms. Please clear the negative effects immediately to avoid serious consequences.]
An You used up his last bit of energy and wanted to tell the two people in front of him, but it was as if all his strength had been drained away.
[Wow, player, your fever period is about to begin.]
I know, I'm running a fever.
[The fever period is the core gameplay of our game.]
[Can this also be a way to play a game? How amazing.]
Each of them was chatting irrelevantly, and An You didn't think deeply about it. This fever was not that fever.
[……] An You wanted to say something else, but his consciousness became increasingly confused, and in the end, he could no longer hear what the system said.
It became increasingly blurry, and everything in front of me turned black.
*
In the early morning of Tokyo, a thin mist shrouded the city. The streets were silent, as if it was still asleep. In the silence, you could hear the singing of birds. A white Mazda drove across the road towards the temporary residence.
After a night of fatigue driving, the driver's eyes were red.
His driving speed was still beyond imagination. On the sparsely populated streets, the white car drove like a fish in water.
If An You was awake, she would be scared to death.
With such crazy speed, he wouldn't dare get in the car even if he had nine lives.
However, the passenger in the passenger seat remained unmoved, as if he had already gotten used to it.
Scotland was actually also sleepy. He hadn't slept a wink all night, and the passenger seat needed someone who was awake.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived in Tokyo, and subconsciously looked towards the back seat at the person curled up in a ball of liquid.
He curled up into a ball and fell asleep with his face facing outwards.
Scotland took advantage of the time when the car was waiting at the red light to unbuckle his seatbelt, lean over to the back seat, and cover him with a blanket.
But when he got closer, the back of his hand touched the other person's cheek, and the hot breath spread on his fingertips, burning him so much that he immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Wait, that young master's temperature isn't right."
Bourbon raised his tired brows and looked at him, "Something's wrong."
"Nothing feels right."
"Really?"
"His temperature is a little high, I'll take it again."
Scotland opened the passenger door, sat in the back seat, and shook the sleepy man.
"Are you okay?"
He shook her but she still wouldn't wake up. The only response to his voice was the faint mosquito-like sound, and her body temperature was even hotter.
Scotland's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. His breathing was so hot and heavy, he must have caught a cold.
At this time, Scotland tried to wake him up again.
The smooth skin fits against his palm, and it seems that because of the cover of his palm, her breathing is difficult, her chest rises and falls, and her breathing becomes more hot.
An You didn't react at all, only breathing softly, but her skin was alarmingly hot. Scotland's brow furrowed deeper and deeper: a common cold wouldn't cause a fever this high. Could it be that the cold he'd caught in the mountains had triggered an acute infection?
As if sensing the coolness of his palm, An You leaned her delicate face closer to his, pressing against his palm, unnaturally quiet. Her smooth skin pressed against his palm, as if she were struggling to breathe due to the covering, her chest heaving, her breath growing hotter.
The person under the blanket felt the chill and curled up tighter. Scotland knew he was cold, so he wrapped the blanket tighter around him and tentatively placed the back of his hand against his forehead. His temperature was at least 39 degrees Celsius, a high fever that needed to be addressed quickly.
"He has a high fever," Scotland said to Bourbon, who was in the driver's seat. "Regular clinics can't treat him. We need to find a place that can."
Bourbon frowned. "The emergency department of a regular hospital is open 24 hours a day, but we can't go there with our identities. We can only find a private doctor who is familiar with the organization. I know Dr. Mori's private clinic is nearby. He is the boss's personal doctor, so he should be able to handle it."
Bourbon turned the steering wheel and headed towards the alleys of Beika Town.
On a quiet street in Beika-cho, there is an inconspicuous private clinic with a small storefront that is only open to "special customers".
Scotland looked at the small clinic, feeling a little distrustful. "Is this the place?"
Bourbon: "The boss's personal doctor, a Yokohama native, runs a clinic. He's usually working in Yokohama and only comes here a few times. Now is the time for the boss's physical examination, and I guess he should be here by now. Although it's very disturbing to contact the personal doctor at this time, the situation is urgent, so this is the only way for now."
"I'll go knock on the door."
Dr. Mori, who was recently stationed in Tokyo, was awakened by a violent knock on the door while he was still asleep.
He thought to himself that his clinic was so small and only open a few days a year, yet there were still people who came to him for treatment.
This well-known doctor in Yokohama, who was deeply trusted by Karasuma Renya, came to check on the old man's health regularly and happened to stay at the clinic in Tokyo.
Before he could get a good night's sleep, he was captured by Bourbon.
The young man looked decadent, rubbing his sleepy eyes and complaining, "Do you really know what time it is now? It's five o'clock in the morning. Disturbing people's sleep is bad behavior, you know?"
Bourbon's eyes were tired. "This is an emergency. Doctor, there's a patient here. Please take a look at him first."
Mori Ogai looked at the blond man opposite him and felt that he looked particularly familiar. He stared at him for a while and seemed to suddenly understand.
"You're a member of the Black Organization. I've seen you before. I think it's the one called Bourbon, right?"
"Yes, doctor, this is an emergency. Our companion has some health problems, and we hope you can help treat him."
"Where is the person? Let me see." Hearing that there was a patient, Mori Ogai didn't bother to complain and solved the problem first.
"There's someone in the car." Scotland opened the back door, revealing a person hiding in a blanket and shivering.
Mori Ogai looked at the person in the car. He was surprisingly young with a tender face, although he only liked young girls and equally cute young boys.
However, his facial features are in line with my own aesthetics, and his eyebrows and eyes are round and cute.
If I were younger, I would definitely be more favored by him.
Mori Ogai simply measured his temperature with the back of his hand. "Where did you find these partners? You're not hiring underage people. Look how tired he is, even sick like this. Doesn't your boss give him some time to rest?"
Bourbon felt guilty: "Well, no, it's our fault. We didn't take good care of him. We shouldn't have let him fall into danger."
"I mean, he's a newcomer. Judging by his immature features, he should still be in school. It's really pitiful that he's working for a terrorist organization like this."
Mori Ogai sighed, his words revealing the emotion of a middle-aged man.
Bourbon didn't say anything, he didn't know how to explain.
In fact, this person does not need to risk his life, but others risk their lives for him.
After thinking about it, I felt that no matter what I said, it was inappropriate, so I just gave up explaining.
After examining the child, Dr. Sen discovered that the temperature was alarmingly high. "He has a cold, and his temperature is unusually high. It's right to seek medical attention early. Any later, and the child would be in danger."
"There's no other major problem, just a fever. I'll prescribe some medicine for him and feed it to him when we get home. Wait until his temperature goes down."
"Thanks."
*
An You pressed the exit button and finally left the holographic vision. She looked at the sky outside and found that it had just gotten dark.
You have to know that he has been playing in the game day after day, and he doesn’t even know how many days and nights have passed.
An You put on her slippers and poured herself a glass of water.
The pink fingertips pinched the cup, and the soft fingertips were deformed by the pressure. After drinking half a cup of water, she felt a little better.
I don’t know why, but after I came out, my head felt a little hot. I guess it was because I used the air conditioner too much. I think I should start taking care of my health, so I lowered the temperature.
I quietly opened the window to circulate the air indoors. A soothing breeze blew over me, and my head finally felt less heavy.
The world outside the window is silent, the community is full of lush greenery, and the dim floor lamps reflect the swaying shadows of the trees.
It was a completely different scene from the game, a peaceful and tranquil modern world, which allowed An You to temporarily escape from the intense pursuit.
There is still some food in the refrigerator, but I feel like I have lost my appetite.
He simply cooked two dishes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried vegetables. Perhaps because they were not too greasy, he ate half a bowl of rice with them.
After dinner, An You held the fat otaku happy water and sat back at the computer desk.
The game interface paused, on a dark and winding mountain road in the rainy night.
On the screen, a white car is traveling at full speed, and its bright headlights briefly dispel the darkness. The game is in a paused interface, and no one knows what will happen next.
An You wanted to find a guide, so she searched various software, but found that there was no search term, let alone game guides. She guessed it was a new and unpopular game.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a line of text in the comment area of the game I was developing.
When I opened it, it turned out to be complaints.
Strawberry Jingjing: Why is this game so complicated? I have died countless times for unknown reasons. I was at the scene of the bomb explosion and the bank robbery.
Strawberry Jingjing: I’m so dissatisfied. It’s too difficult to play.
Strawberry Jingjing: The identity I finally got is a coffee shop waitress. It's not quite right to be the main character.
An You exclaimed, what does this mean? So there is another identity? Before he could ask the player.
His arm suddenly hit the cup, and the Coke sprayed out, flowing all into the helmet.
"Mist grass, helmet."
An You quickly picked up the cup and checked the helmet. It was soaked. He wiped off the Coke on the surface and used a hair dryer to dry it for a while.
I don't know if it was cleaned up.
An You originally planned to go to bed early.
When he saw the game interface, he couldn't stand it. For a new game, the first time you start playing is the most addictive time.
He had just found a little fun, so it would be inappropriate to stop playing.
In fact, he was also very curious about the subsequent developments. He thought he might as well continue playing and check whether the helmet could be used normally.
Reconnected the holographic helmet.
This time, he wore the headset and lay directly on the bed, so he could play the game and get some rest at the same time. It was a perfect plan.
As soon as I connected the helmet, I felt my whole body sink, as if I was being dragged into a deeper abyss. ...
Inside a safe house in Scotland, a one-story residential building that looks ordinary from the outside and is no different from other residential buildings, there is a person lying on the bed in a warmly decorated room.
If you look closely, you can see that his breathing is abnormal and his face is flushed, which means he has a fever.
But at the same time, his breathing became very shallow, and he couldn't even feel much progress in inhaling.
If his face hadn't been constantly red and hot, I would have thought he was dead.
During the time An You was offline, she was diagnosed with a high fever and had not yet woken up. Naturally, no one knew what had happened.
The door was pushed open, and the decadent middle-aged man, Mori Ogai, was invited into the safe house again.
He took a step forward and looked at the person on the bed. He was still asleep. He frowned, walked over quickly and sat at the head of the bed.
I reached out and felt An You's body temperature. It was still hot, but her breathing was getting weaker and weaker.
Doctor Sen frowned. "That shouldn't be the case. It's already the third day of fever, and there's no sign of him waking up."
"I've never seen a patient who had a fever for three days without waking up. Could he be in a coma? Even a coma has a time to wake up, and it hasn't been that long. Could he be immune to the drug? Let's try an IV drip. If that doesn't work, I'll start to doubt my own abilities."
Mori Ogai was also confused. It was obviously a simple cold and he shouldn't have been unconscious for so long. Even if he was an elephant, he should have woken up.
Bourbon followed closely and asked, "Are you sure the IV can wake him up?"
Dr. Sen shook his head: "I'm not sure, but at least there's a chance if we try."
Bourbon said with a cold face: "You didn't do anything to him to make him unable to wake up."
Bourbon stepped forward, staring at him coldly, "You know what you're doing, right? If he doesn't wake up, you can't escape responsibility."
Doctor Mori spread his hands in innocence. "It's unfair. I'm not such a mean person. If he could wake up, I would naturally be willing to help him, but he gives me the feeling that he is breathing, but not alive."
Bourbon stared at him for a moment, as if judging the truthfulness of his words through his micro-expressions.
If it doesn't seem like he's lying, then it has nothing to do with the doctor.
Bourbon took two steps back and returned to his state of cold observation: "What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't have been idle these past few days. You've seen other doctors, right? He's had a persistent fever, and no matter what medicine he takes, it's not working, right?"
Hearing his words, Bourbon began to recall.
During this period, Bourbon did look for other doctors, but when the doctors came, they all told him that it was just a cold and fever, not a serious symptom.
He also claimed that he would get better after taking some medicine. However, no matter how much medicine An You took, he did not wake up, as if his fever was different from others.
Bourbon nodded: "Indeed, and then."
Dr. Mori pushed his glasses up. "It's obvious that the owner himself doesn't want to wake up. He has no strong desire to wake up, and no matter how others try to intervene, he won't wake up."
Hearing the other party's serious remarks, Bourbon showed an expression that almost made him laugh out of anger.
It was the first time he heard such an outrageous statement, blaming the poor medical skills on the patient's lack of willpower.
Bourbon investigated this doctor and found out that he used to be an underground doctor for the Yokohama mafia.
I trusted him before simply because I thought that since he was the boss's personal doctor, his medical skills would at least be decent.
Now, facing his shirking of responsibility, Bourbon's dissatisfaction with him reached its peak.
I used to wonder why a good doctor would become an underground doctor.
Now I understand that it’s due to poor medical ethics.
Not only are his medical skills inadequate, but he is also a black hearted person.
Dr. Mori touched his nose and said, "Looking at your expression, you seem to be very distrustful of what I said."
Bourbon's smile remained unchanged: "Huh?"
Dr. Mori: "The professional fake smile on your face tells me the result. Next time, if you don't want to smile, don't smile. You look so cold and it's like you are sneering at what I said."
Bourbon put away his smile and said, "Really?"
But after he put away his smile, the expression on his face became even colder and expressionless.
One can feel a strong sense of mockery, and every part of his expression expresses his resistance.
Dr. Mori suggested weakly, "Why don't you just cover up your dissatisfaction. It's very unkind of me."
Bourbon ignored him and walked to the bedside, looking at An You, whose face was flushed but who was breathing more in than out.
Bourbon looked at him for a while and asked, "Didn't you say it can be treated? Give him the treatment. I trust you one last time."
Sen pretended to be relaxed and stepped forward. "It's great that you can let it go, but let me make it clear first, his condition is too special. If the IV drip doesn't work, you can't call me a quack."
"……Um."
After receiving the assurance, Dr. Mori took out a needle from the medical kit and injected the medicine into the quiet man.
He had received an IV drip and had his medical examination. Whether he could wake up or not had nothing to do with him.
Bourbon watched for a while, until the potion was finished and An You's breathing became slightly stable.
Bourbon sent Dr. Sen back. After all, he was the one who invited him here, so it was his turn to send him back.
When Bourbon was leaving with Dr. Sen, he happened to see Scotland coming in with some vegetables.
Bourbon's eyes softened a bit, "Did you buy groceries?"
Scotland said gently, "Yes, you've been working non-stop for several days. I'll cook first and wait for you to come back so we can eat together."
"Okay, I'll take the doctor home first. You stay home and look after An You."
After watching Bourbon leave, Scotland turned and walked into the guest room. In the warm and comfortable environment, a silent young man was lying there.
Scotland placed the dishes on the table and looked at Anyou silently.
If you look closely at An You's eyebrows and eyes, you will find that he is actually handsome and cute.
But her condition was obvious, and the blush on her face was like a scorching flame that took a long time to dissipate.
Scotland watched in silence.
At this moment, he realized that if he had not left, he would not have suffered this disaster.
It is inevitable to feel guilty.
It was my fault for not protecting him well. I shouldn't take anyone's life lightly.
He knew the other person's background, which was indeed deep in darkness, but An You had never harmed anyone.
At least, that's the case so far.
He admitted that he was not rational enough, but An You had not done anything bad.
An You is like a newborn born in darkness. His life experience destined him to be tainted by darkness and hated by people of light. However, his actions are not necessarily dirty.
Maybe the other person will become a bad person in the future, but while the other person is still kind, he cannot define the other person's sins.
Scotland shook his hand and was about to tuck it back under the covers when it suddenly shook back.
Scotland was caught off guard and there was no escape.
The person on the bed woke up slowly and sat up with a flushed face.
After the familiar dizziness, there was another feeling lingering in his chest.
It was like ants crawling across his heart, gnawing at his skin and his internal organs bit by bit.
His skin was prickled with needles and felt a slight pain, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to roll over on the spot.
An You, who had just woken up, spoke in a hoarse voice, "It feels so bad."
Scotland didn't hear clearly and repeated, "What did you say?"
An You seemed not to understand. Scotland looked at him with a distracted expression and stretched out his hand in the air.
It was as if he was testing the bed under his body, and then looking for something everywhere.
Scotland asked him what he was looking for, but he was also confused and didn't say a word.
Scotland walked to the dining room, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him, "Are you thirsty?"
The water cup attracted his attention, and An You, who was originally restless, was stunned.
The cup of water spilled and rolled onto the floor, soaking the bed.
The world was spinning, and when Scotland came to his senses, he was thrown onto the bed.
There is soft bedding behind me, so I don’t feel any pain when I fall down.
An You supported himself on the bed with his hands, baring his teeth and looking fierce, like he was hunting some large animal.
Scotland's ingrained defense system was activated.
An You is not that heavy, so it would be easy for him to fall down if he were to lie on top of him.
Scotland is a graduate of the police academy after all. Although he doesn't show it normally, his fighting skills are actually quite good.
Moreover, he was rarely restrained by criminals, so he was ready to kick with his knee as a conditioned reflex.
Halfway through the action, he remembered that An You was a patient, not a criminal, and he could not withstand his violent resistance.
The bent knee then lost its force and ended up lightly touching Anyou's calf.
People who have been ill for a long time simply don't have that much energy. It seems that the outburst just now has consumed all his strength.
An You staggered and fell onto Scotland's waist, still feeling a bit confused as if she had gotten into trouble without realizing it.
Scotland subconsciously asked, "Were you having a nightmare, so you mistook me for someone else?"
He could only think of this reason, otherwise how to explain An You's sudden agitation.
An You seemed not to understand what he was saying.
Scotland guessed, "Hmm, let me think about it. I'm confused by the fever and I'm still feeling a little under the weather, right?"
Anyou stretched his hand straight towards Scotland's neck, and Scotland grabbed him.
He saw a small red mark at a glance, which was the wound from the infusion just now. Scotland avoided the back of his hand and pinched his fingertips instead.
Instantly guessing what was ailing him, Scotland sighed helplessly.
"I know you're not feeling well. You've had a fever for a long time and have been lying in bed for so long, you must be tired of it. Wait a minute, take some medicine and you'll feel better."
His palms had no calluses, and his fingers were slender and white, completely different from the palms he had trained with. They felt smooth and soft, like tofu, and were held in his palms.
Scotland rubbed it twice subconsciously, and when he realized what he had done the next second, his ears immediately turned red.
Just when he relaxed, An You lowered her head and moved closer to him again. The light and shadow approached, and the soft touch reminded him of what had happened.
The hairy head crawled into his chin
She rubbed against his neck, as if searching for the source of life.
Scotland's cheeks flushed red, and he was frozen, not daring to move.
I forgot to say no, and I also forgot how to resist. Now my whole body is tense, letting the other person do whatever he wants to my shoulder.
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The author has something to say: Congratulations to Scotland for being the first to eat delicious food. Applause. This is also an important moment for Bourbon to be less vigilant! Bourbon, please give way first and let Scotland eat first.
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