Isn't it too late to reveal the weakness after the person has already swallowed the poison? !

Tetsuya Kamiya simply wanted to attack this stupid criticism forum.

At this time, the "sheep" was in chaos. The children who were responsible for buying drugs and poisoning had no idea where they had gone. Shirase and the others only knew the plan, but did not prepare the antidote. For a moment, the crowd was leaderless, and many children cried directly - their eyes were filled with fear.

Without the protection of Chuuya Nakahara, the "sheep" will return to its original wolfish state!

Tetsuya Kamiya looked around and didn't see any children who were worried about Nakahara Chuuya's condition, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Shirase's eyes were red, as if he hadn't expected this result. He tried to pull Kamiya Tetsuya as if he had lost his mind, shouting, "It's all because of you! If it weren't for you, Chuuya wouldn't have become like this!"

Kamiya Tetsuya dodged Shirase's charge, his expression gradually turned cold, and he waved his hand, and the piano strings unceremoniously appeared in the room again.

This time there was no mercy, and the sheep that were unable to dodge were directly slashed with many wounds. Shirase's hair was cut off from the roots, leaving only a thin layer of stubble.

"Shut up, it's too noisy." Kamiya Tetsuya said coldly, "Shirase, call an ambulance now, and Kaiya, bring the car over. If that doesn't work, call for help."

"Some of you should go and boil some water now and prepare a clean basin."

Seeing that they were still angry, Kamiya Tetsu glared at them unhappily, with murderous intent: "If I die, you should die too!"

The sheep moved instantly.

[Mad!! The fists are hard!! These sheep are too vicious. Even in this situation, they still attack Chao Zheye first]

[I am so anxious. We are afraid that Chuuya will have no one to protect the sheep after the incident. Now we can only feel helpless and furious.]

[Zhe should have a solution, right? 놛He should have a solution, otherwise he wouldn’t have arranged this plot!]

[What can we do? We can’t get an ambulance into the Raibo Street. This poison seems to be quite effective. In the original novel, Dazai and his friends had prepared some. Now… I’m going to send some to the old thief!!]

[Zhe Ye must have a way, 놛녦 is a man with a trick! (Confirmed)]

[The problem is that Tetsuya’s suitcase is lost, he didn’t bring any medicine, and he has nothing on him, how can he save himself?!]

[Wuwuwu, I'm so anxious]

Although it seemed like a lot of steps to send people away, it actually only took a short minute. Kamiya Tetsuya squatted down and observed the condition of Nakahara Chuuya.

As the only non-human experimental subject that Kamiya Tetsuya has encountered so far, Nakahara Chuuya is also very powerful. After taking the poison, there was no severe adverse reaction. His face turned blue, his lips were slightly purple, and he fell into a deep coma.

But as time went on, my breathing gradually weakened.

Since the weakness of the forum leader is his poor resistance to poison, there is a possibility that this child will die from poison.

Kamiya Tetsuya is sure that the old thief will not let him die, but he is not sure whether Nakahara Chuuya, who is just a supporting role in the "joint animation", will be hurt.

Tetsuya Kamiya replayed in his mind the winding Raibo Street where even a motorcycle could not drive in. He thought of the old detective's fearful words and felt that it would be too late to wait for the ambulance to arrive.

놛 carried Chuuya into the room and laid the intact part of his body flat on the bed, then took the hot water from 께羊's hand and ruthlessly closed the door, blocking out the shouting outside.

"Nakahara Chuuya." Kamiya Tetsuya looked at the ochre-haired boy standing upright with a deep gaze, and suddenly wanted to say something second-rate - "What are you going to use to repay me?"

After thinking about the possibility that the old thief would post it on the forum, he just managed to suppress his sudden rise of middle school rage.

In fact, Kamiya Tetsuya is not particularly worried about Chuuya's situation. After all, the difficulty of a mere poison is not as high as Dazai Osamu's black...

Retracting his chaotic thoughts, Tetsuya Kamiya untied the bandage on his hand, and the piano string was straightened, with a trace of blood.

color.

"Tick-tick." The deep red blood beads merged into the hot water in the basin, turning into a light vermilion color.

Feeling that it was about the same, Tetsuya Kamiya wrapped the already slightly wet bandage around his waist and brought the washbasin to Chuuya Nakahara.

Now the question is, how can we feed Nakahara Chuuya so that he can drink this basin of hot water?

The ochre-haired young man lying on the bed seemed to sense some bad aura. He moved his body subconsciously and his face turned from blue to white.

Assing Dazai Osamu's way of drinking by bubbling in water, Tetsuya Kamiya walked around the room and found a large funnel to pour the wine.

Then, 놛 lifted Chuuya up and half leaned against him, pinched both of Chuuya's cheeks with one hand, and squeezed them in the middle. When the latter's mouth became an "o" shape, he stuffed the funnel into 놛's mouth.

"Logically speaking, drinking more hot water should speed up metabolism, right?"

Kamiya Tetsuya opened his thermos cup uncertainly and used it to scoop hot water.

"Gululu..." A strange sound of water came from Nakahara Chuuya's throat. He coughed suddenly and rushed forward.

Kamiya Tetsuya quickly took off the funnel and slapped it on the back, and a mouthful of black blood mixed with the hot water that was not poured in spilled onto the quilt.

"It seems to be working well?"

Nakahara Chuuya only felt his head buzzing and his throat burning, as if someone had stuffed a chili pepper into his throat. He coughed a few times dizzily and barely regained his sanity.

“Shirase!!!” Nakahara Chuuya shouted with gritted teeth, and dark gravity rose from the surface of his body, causing everything around him to vibrate.

Tetsuya Kamiya: "녉克力!"

"Wow!" A sweet-looking chocolate directly brought Nakahara Chuuya back to reality. He took a few quick breaths, his chest heaving violently, and his cobalt-blue eyes were full of anger: "Kamiya! Where are those guys?!"

Kamiya Tetsuya was relieved when he saw that he had regained consciousness and looked in good spirits. He slumped down on the chair like a boneless salted fish and said lazily, "I'll take the ambulance to you."

Nakahara Chuuya panted heavily, and finally showed anger on his face: "You guys are going too far this time!"

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Kamiya Tetsuya felt that he was so tired that he could hardly open his eyes. He said vaguely, "If you are fine, take a rest. By the way, do you want to pay for the ambulance in Yokohama..."

Nakahara Chuuya wanted to say something, but he saw Kamiya Tetsuya leaning his head on the chair and falling asleep.

He wiped the chocolate off his face and cleaned himself up before noticing the mess on the ground.

The funnel used to pour wine was carelessly thrown at the foot of the bed. There was a large washbasin on the ground, with half of the water left in the basin still slightly steaming.

Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously moved closer to take a look. The slightly reddish water reflected the wolf's current appearance, and his nose was lingering with an almost sweet and fishy smell of blood.

Yes... I was poisoned, but what's the situation now?

Where did Tetsuya Kamiya get the antidote? What is this basin of water?

With a lot of questions in his mind, Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously walked to Kamiya Tetsuya's side, wanting to wake 놛뇽 up, but he felt the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger.

She pursed her lips and subconsciously held her breath as she observed the sleeping young man.

Kamiya Tetsuya's face never seemed to be better, and he was always in a state of near-paleness. I don't know where he went in the middle of swimming, his eyes were a little red, and he fell asleep casually with his left hand as a pillow, and his left hand was hanging at his side - it was a very awkward sleeping posture.

So where does the smell of blood come from?

Nakahara Chuuya's eyes moved down along the arm, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the blood-soaked bandage.

“Tick-tock.”

A drop of blood fell on 놛's thumb.

…

When Kamiya Tetsuya woke up, he felt that he had slept very well. In his dream, he seemed to have eaten a lot of sweet and delicious food, each of which was just right for his brain.

The good taste perfectly cleanses the shadow brought by Dazai Osamu's black.

It's just... the place where I woke up seems a little strange?