Chapter 81 Artificial Weapons 17

The person who drew the curtains for this room was somewhat careless, and a gap opened between the two curtains. The moonlight leaked in through the gap, faintly illuminating the outline of the person on the bed.

He stood up by pressing on the bed, and like a player who had just logged into the game and had not yet adjusted his body, he stepped on the ground slowly and clumsily.

Stepping on a ray of silvery white moonlight.

Blood gushed out from somewhere on his body, dripping into the white light. He didn't care much, but frowned at his hospital gown, looking dissatisfied.

Shuichi Akai hadn't heard the name Lei for a long time, and he missed it a little. However, when he was Lei, he and Cherry Brandy had never met, and they only had a few indirect encounters in the United States.

"Do you recognize me?"

"Silver bullet." Cherry Brandy said in a light tone, but her eyes were roaming around looking for an escape route.

He really doesn't hide it at all.

Akai Shuichi reminded him: "In order to watch over you, the FBI has dispatched at least two teams. Now the entire hospital is almost under our control. How are you going to get out?"

Especially the other person’s current physical condition.

Not to mention running away, even walking is difficult.

Cherry Brandy glanced toward the window.

"Unfortunately, this is the eighth floor."

Cherry Brandy nodded. "Thank you for your reminder. You are so kind."

Akiyama Kanade had been prepared for the FBI's dogs, so he wasn't very angry or disappointed when he saw Sakura being tortured into this half-dead state.

To exaggerate a little, it was shocking enough that the first thing I saw when I regained consciousness was a hospital.

Can we say that the FBI has grown in a gratifying way by not squeezing the value out of cherries and then throwing their bodies into the wild to nourish nature?

However, Akiyama Sou guessed that the credit for all this might have to go to Lai.

No matter how annoying this guy is, at least he is doing something useful.

As if realizing that he was determined to leave, Akai Shuichi also took a defensive and attacking stance. After a long while, he put away his attacking stance. Akiyama Zou, who was already thinking about how to knock him out as quickly and quietly as possible, looked at him in surprise.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But have you made up your mind? Are you sure you want to return to that organization? I know you are a very smart person..."

"You are not a puppet without your own thoughts as they think. Then why are you so persistent in going back? You should know that no one there is waiting for you... waiting for you as a human being, not a man-made weapon."

Akiyama Kanade couldn't help but defend Cherry Brandy, and his red eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes. Someone is waiting for me to come back." He emphasized, "I have udon noodles."

Shuichi Akai obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but he kept his word and didn't stop Akiyama Kanade from leaving. However, his not stopping him didn't mean that the FBI outside wouldn't stop him.

Akiyama Sou calculated the possibility of Cherry Brandy defeating the group of people outside and made a decisive decision to jump off the building.

He tore down the curtains, twisted them into a strand, hung them by the window, and leaped.

Jump from the eighth floor to the sixth floor.

Fortunately, Akiyama Kanade did not encounter the FBI. He left the hospital's inpatient department through the fire escape and hid in the small woods in the hospital through the back door.

A dark cloud obscured the moon unnoticed.

He suddenly realized that he was not wearing shoes. The blood trailed along his ankle, a natural tracker.

The disadvantage of having no sense of pain became apparent. Akiyama Kanade found it difficult to accurately sense the condition of this body. He lifted the hem of the clothes and took a closer look. He did find at least three or four lacerations, but none of them were serious.

He gave up looking for the source of the blood because it rained heavily.

Great, the problem is solved perfectly.

Akiyama Kanade set off happily.

Of course, he did not walk out of the hospital's main entrance in a swagger - God knows if the FBI was lying in ambush there - but chose to climb over the wall.

The hospital's walls were at least two meters high, but that was no problem for Akiyama Kanade.

He jumped over the wall like a fish in water and ran towards freedom.

He successfully tore another wound on his abdomen that was about to scab.

No big problem.

Running barefoot in the rain in a hospital gown late at night could easily be mistaken for a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital, but fortunately there were not many people on the street.

Akiyama Kanade walked leisurely and picked two flowers from the roadside.

It was spring, and the wild flowers were in full bloom.

He put small purple-gray flowers in his hair, the same color as Bourbon's eyes.

This is a habit that only occurs when wearing the Cherry Brandy vest. Perhaps it is because every time Akiyama Kanade wears this vest, she feels like she can't breathe.

Pretty flowers can help alleviate this feeling.

Akiyama Kanade called Bourbon from a telephone booth.

He hesitated briefly before the call was connected.

What time is it now...is Bourbon asleep?

He only slept for a short time the whole night, otherwise he would have waited until tomorrow morning to play.

Just as he was about to hang up, the call came through.

The lights in the phone booth flickered and went out. A purple streak of lightning split the sky, stretching across most of it.

The silence seemed to make Bourbon on the other side a little confused. He asked "Who is it?" several times but did not hang up the phone.

The sudden hesitation wasn't because of a problem with the phone line.

But under the heavy rain curtain, listening to the rustling sound of rain in his ears, Akiyama Kanade suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

Do you want to proceed as planned?

Go ahead and the cherry brandy will die like the blue curaçao.

He would have to remove one more bond from himself.

So he really hated the FBI, and because he hated separation, he wanted to just let the backup Cherry die anywhere. But now he was forced to get involved.

"Cherry, is that you?" After a long silence, Bourbon asked softly on the other end of the phone.

There was a loud thunder as he spoke, but that did not affect Akiyama Kanade's ability to capture his voice, as well as the weak breathing and slight tremors in his voice with her superior hearing.

Akiyama Kanade responded slowly: "Bourbon, I want to eat udon noodles."

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Following Bourbon's request, Akiyama Kanade huddled in the corner of the telephone booth to avoid the rain. He had no need to sleep, but listening to the continuous rain, he actually felt like yawning.

A light golden shadow ran towards him from the rain, gradually becoming clearer from blurry.

Bourbon was wearing a gray suit, his light blonde hair was completely wet, and he actually didn't bring an umbrella with him, or rather he forgot to bring one.

The door of the phone booth was flung open.

Bourbon's restrained embrace blew in along with the slanting wind and drizzle.

The hug was not very forceful and almost broke apart at the first touch.

Bourbon seemed to be afraid of getting the moisture on him.

In fact, Akiyama Kanade dared to bet that he would not be much better than the other party.

Bourbon reached out and brushed away the wet hair stuck to Akiyama Zou's forehead, then used his eyes instead of fingers to stroke his skin and wounds inch by inch, his expression so gloomy that it seemed as if he wanted to squeeze water out of his hair.

Akiyama Kanade wanted to smile and say softly as usual, "Don't worry, everything will be fine tomorrow."

But he was too lazy to pretend at this moment.

So he looked at Bourbon and repeated it again.

"Bourbon, I really want to eat udon noodles."

Bourbon took him to a strange place, and Akiyama Kanade deduced that it was probably a safe house of the public security. The location of this safe house was very special, with a dense forest outside the door.

Layers of forest hide it secretly in the deepest place.

The sound of rain was making the place even quieter.

At Bourbon's request, Akiyama Kanade changed into clean clothes first, and then was taken to a small infirmary and laid on the operating table.

Is it the operating table again?

Akiyama Kanade was about to lie down obediently, but Bourbon suddenly said, "Wait——"

The other party took him out again, and Akiyama Kanade followed him in confusion, and finally lay down on the sofa in the living room. The blond young man looked at him and said seriously: "If you don't like it, you should tell me."

He paused, "We have agreed that your body and soul now belong to me...so I don't allow you to remain silent when you encounter something you don't like."

His fingers lightly touched the edge of the wound on Cherry Brandy's abdomen, and a trace of blood stained his knuckles.

"...I'm sorry I hurt myself without your permission."

Bourbon shook his head and clenched his fingers into a fist. "I should be the one to say sorry."

He stopped talking and carefully tended to Cherry Brandy's wound.

The medical skills of the hospital arranged by the FBI were very advanced. The more serious injuries on Akiyama Kanade had been properly treated, but now the wounds, big and small, were more or less torn and soaked by the rain. In order to avoid inflammation, it was necessary to carefully apply medicine again. It was really cumbersome and troublesome.

Akiyama Kanade listened to Bourbon's instructions and raised his arms when necessary and turned over when necessary. It took almost two hours for him to apply medicine to all the wounds.

Akiyama Kanade sighed, "I'm so tired."

He has been wrapped up like a mummy and is unable to move.

Even Bourbon was at a loss for words. He put away the medical kit and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"If you're tired, take a nap. Don't you want to eat udon noodles? I'll call you when it's ready."

Akiyama Kanade felt quite embarrassed. To be honest, Bourbon was much more tired than him.

So did this guy sleep?

Mummy Zou got up and prepared a "sleep persuasion" in his mind. Bourbon, who was busy in the kitchen, did not even turn around and said, "Lie down and take a nap, dear."

"Yes——" Cherry Brandy answered obediently.

Help! Cherry has become accustomed to listening to Bourbon. What should I do?

Akiyama Kanade looked at the ceiling helplessly.

What else can I do with the character I have acknowledged? I can only continue to act.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then was blown open by the rich fragrance.

Three minutes later, with Bourbon's permission, he sat down at the dining table with the steaming bowl in his arms.

The Bourbon's cooking skills were getting better and better. Akiyama Kanade almost ate his tongue and drank up all the soup.

Finally, he patted his empty bowl and smiled contentedly, "Just as delicious as before."