Chapter 82 Cointreau Chapter·Variation

He long-pressed the button on the side of his phone. As the bright screen gradually turned dark, Kasugawa Shugo felt the whole world go quiet.

Just pretend that what happened just now never happened.

That's right! He had never met Amuro Toru, and he had not been recorded giving a long speech about the origin of his scar. The recording had not been sent to Matsuda Jinpei, and Matsuda Jinpei had not been so angry that he wanted to beat him up so that he could not get out of bed for ten days or half a month.

The man with chestnut curly hair squatted by the motorcycle and was entangled in self-deception for a long time. Finally, he remembered that there was a guy waiting for him to deliver medicine in the distance, so he could only think of putting these things behind him and riding his motorcycle towards Tsukiyama.

The motorcycle drove out of the dim street. When it was expected to arrive in five minutes, Tsukiyama Asari, who was in the room of the destination, finally took off the towel covering his head. This time the fever was so strong that he even felt the bedside table in front of him shake when he stood up.

It felt like this world magnified the symptoms of minor illnesses such as fever and colds.

The black-haired man reached out to hold the wall and barely steadied his body. Suddenly coming out of the warm quilt, he shivered in the stimulation of the cold air. The room was unusually cold at night. Tsukiyama Asari touched his forehead with his hand, wiped off the cold sweat, and slowly moved to the living room.

[Are you really not going to prescribe antipyretic medicine? ]

'I want to be open-minded too, but aren't the points allocated for medicines used to buy painkillers for A-Miao? The demand is too great.'

Tsukiyama Asari replied to the system in a daze.

There are only a few missions, and the progress of the main mission is very touching. It hasn't moved at all until now. The previous few large side missions, mainly the bond missions of Xiao Wu and Shuugo, were completed early after they gradually achieved bonds with their friends around them, and the reward points they received were almost used up.

Others similar to [Popularity] are just small achievements, and the points that can be dropped are really not many, which causes him to live a stingy life every day, and he even found a notebook to divide the points reasonably.

In fact, medicines can be bought anywhere in the real world, but the medicines in the system mall are different from real medicines. They can be said to have no side effects at all. It is better to use the system mall for painkillers, which have serious side effects.

[Draw out from the points given to the time conversion card? You have too many points saved in it.]

'Forget it. If there is any emergency, I will be caught in a dilemma if I don't have enough points and can't turn it back. Have you changed the painkillers for Miao? '

[...For you.]

His hand felt heavy, and several medicine boxes tied together with thin ropes appeared out of thin air. Yueshan Chao hooked the ropes subconsciously, and he realized belatedly that the system seemed to be angry.

What is it angry about?

His brain seemed to have turned into a mess. He stood there thinking for a long time but couldn't think of anything. The system that clearly knew what he was thinking didn't say a word, and had no intention of saying anything more.

Tsukiyama coughed twice, and felt that Kasugawa Shugo had already got off the elevator and was standing at the door. He put this problem aside and walked towards the door.

The person standing outside the door still knocked on the door in a pretentious manner.

It was really difficult for him to walk this short distance. After slowly getting to the door, he rested for a while before opening the door. The moment Kasugawa Shugo opened the door, he quickly came in and closed the door with his backhand.

The two people, or one person and one vest, completed the handover task in silence.

Tsukiyama Asari really didn't have the energy to act anymore. He just handed the bag in his hand and then returned to the sofa dejectedly. Kasugawa Shugo put the medicine in the bag and went to the kitchen to see how the porridge that Asuka Kiri had been cooking for a long time was doing.

The color of the porridge was a bit hard to describe. In order to accommodate the stomach of a guy who had lost his back teeth, the vegetables and some red beans and mung beans were directly mashed and thrown in to cook together, turning it into a kind of dirty brown color that was hard to describe.

But the taste was actually not bad, because the proportion of mung beans was large this time, and it smelled like mung bean soup.

He packed a small box in a lunch box, put it in a lunch bag and stuffed it into his backpack, and served a bowl to Tsukiyama Asari who was nestled on the sofa.

It's time to go.

Watching the black-haired man holding the bowl and sipping the potion-like substance inside, Kasugawa Shugo thought about the tragic curry rice incident just now, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to come back and eat this.

He quickly left with the takeaway, and rode his motorcycle to the park closest to Yu Gu Mia's safe house. There was basically no one in the park at this time, and only occasionally there would be elderly people walking together. Kasugawa Shugo put the medicine and lunch box in the bag on the bench next to the innermost flower bed, turned around and left.

In less than five minutes, the man in a long windbreaker took them all away.

Yu Gu Mia, carrying the lunch box and medicine, finally couldn't help but sigh. He had been with Vermouth from morning to night today, and he didn't even have the chance to eat anything. He had already felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

I don't know what the boss of that organization was thinking. Did they use nutrient solution instead of food to make his stomach completely rotten? Even if this is a scientific world, his stomach will be ruined if he doesn't eat for a long time.

Moreover, the ratio of the nutrient solution is simply to make him a knife that can complete assassinations silently, but can be easily controlled in a head-on confrontation. The nutrition is not enough, so he will always secretly make something for himself.

In fact, he doesn't have much time and energy to cook, but this thing can be directly made in a food processor.

In the past few years, he pretended that he couldn't eat anything, and secretly stuffed some high-nutrition porridge into his mouth every day, such as... apple banana milk shake or vegetable paste, and porridge cooked until soft.

At the beginning, he ate like this because of toothache. He couldn't swallow other things. He and Tsukiyama Asari were not in the same place, so the painkillers couldn't be delivered to him. Later, he became addicted to all kinds of magical porridge after eating too much. Since he couldn't drink anymore, he put all his enthusiasm for cocktail making into the "black magic" porridge business.

After Tsukiyama Asari returned to Japan, he returned to Japan and was finally able to get painkillers from her. He could eat other things without restraint. Just like people who haven't eaten spicy food for a long time, their ability to eat spicy food will decrease. He can't accept those dishes that are not light in taste.

After all, porridge tastes good.

This vegetable, mung bean and nut paste was invented by Yu Gu Miao himself. It is high in protein and nutrition.

Returning to what can only be called a safe house, the man took off his windbreaker and changed into a set of black pajamas. The thin fabric could not block the cold air, but he was unaware and put the still warm lunch box in the kitchen and opened the medicine box.

These pills produced by the system are no different from real painkillers in terms of packaging and appearance, but they will quickly melt when they enter the mouth. Yu Gu Miao's pale fingers peeled off the outer packaging and poured out four pills from the medicine bottle.

One pill is valid for three hours, and he needs four.

The moment the medicine entered his mouth, the vague bloating at the root of his teeth and the sharp pain in his stomach disappeared completely. This product with no side effects is more like a game adjustment button than a medicine. Just press it to reduce the empathy to 0%.

No longer worrying about the food irritating the gums that had been tortured by the locator for a long time, Yu Gu Miao sat down at the dining table and stuffed the bowl of strange-colored things into his mouth with a spoon.

The taste is still good, but the color and taste are really not good.

Every time he eats this kind of thing, he has a strange illusion, as if he will go to the park for a walk with a cane in the next second, and nod to every young person who wants to come up to support him...

The man with cold gray eyes pulled the corners of his mouth, and drew a cold arc. He was about to put the spoon into his mouth, but paused for a moment because of this funny thought. The spoon accidentally rubbed the root of his teeth, and the smell of blood instantly spread in his mouth.

Fortunately, there were painkillers.

Otherwise, it would be so painful. Although he didn't feel any pain when he tasted the blood, Yu Gu Miao didn't stop eating. After a dozen mouthfuls of warm mung bean paste, his twitching stomach was soothed by the warm food and gradually calmed down.

Don't want to wash the dishes.

Yu Gu Miao put down the spoon and confronted the remaining half bowl of mung bean paste for a while. In the end, he just poured out the remaining food in it and threw the bowl into the sink casually.

I'll wash it tomorrow morning.

He wandered to the bathroom to brush his teeth, using the strong mint flavor to wash away the faint mung bean taste and the remaining blood in his mouth.

The man was not used to bright environments. Even though the house was so dark that he had to grope his way forward in some places, he did not turn on any lights and just pushed open the bedroom door in the dark.

This could not actually be called a bedroom. The room was empty, with thick curtains blocking the windows. It was darker inside than the living room, and the walls were pale. In front of the wall facing the door was a larger-than-normal wardrobe.

This was also the only piece of furniture in the room.

The huge wardrobe stood on the floor, and the dark brown cabinet surface turned black at night as if it was sucking people in. Probably every child is afraid of certain things that adults cannot understand. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be very afraid of wardrobes when he was a child, always worrying whether there would be some monsters hidden inside.

Now it was his turn to hide in it.

With his pale hands pressed against the cold surface, Yu Gu Miao opened the bottom door, revealing an empty space whose size would never appear in a normal closet.

This door is different from the other doors. It is designed as a shutter door with several neatly arranged hollows on it, transforming this small cabinet into a cage.

However, there would be no quilt in a real cage.

A layer of soft quilt is stuffed inside, and except for the shutter door, the rest of the cold inner wall is covered with cotton, like a soft cocoon.

This is his "bed".

Just like dancers need to stretch every day and singers need to practice their voices every day, the killer also needs some practice to ensure that his muscles and bones, which have been trained to be soft, will not become stiff again.

For example, sleeping curled up in a small space. This posture will affect sleep, and the muscles and bones will be stretched and cause fine pain, which is very uncomfortable. Sleeping in this posture will not be very restful all night. However, with the help of painkillers, these difficulties are solved.

At least he doesn't have to sleep on a rope like Xiao Longnu.

After the pain disappeared, he actually liked sleeping in such a place. As long as the door is closed, he can observe everything outside through the gap of the blinds, but people who come in will not easily find him.

It seems that he is the only one in the world. A small space will give people a sense of security, at least for him.

He first lay on the ground, with his back facing the dark hole, and then curled up little by little, first with his back against the soft quilt, then his entire upper body, and then his legs.

Finally, the man curled up into a small ball like a baby, stuffing himself into this small space, and finally reached out to hook the gap in the blinds and closed the door.

A slight, satisfied sigh squeezed out from the small gap, and the soft touch all around wrapped around the body tightly. The long pain in the muscles that usually arise from this posture also disappeared under the effect of the painkillers. I can complete my daily activities while sleeping well. Painkillers are really a good thing.

The man closed his eyes contentedly in this tightly wrapped, no-way-to-escape narrow space.

He used to be afraid of narrow, dark environments, and he still is. This fear probably came from the smelly car trunks, the narrow basement in the villa, the iron box specially made for him at the base, and the dark room locked from the outside.

Yutani Mio would shiver uncontrollably in the narrow and empty elevator, and would clench his teeth when he suddenly fell into a dark room, but at certain times, this fear would instead transform into a strong and somewhat morbid sense of security.

Perhaps because his body was dizzy from the burning, his vest was also affected. He had never fallen asleep so quickly before, and fell into darkness in an instant. The feeling of falling asleep was different from that of most other people. It was as if his heart was wrapped in a sticky black liquid and slowly fell down, so Yu Gu Miao also fell down, as if falling into a deeper and heavier place.

The sound of the key being embedded in the door lock came, and then there was a slight sound, and the keyhole made a crisp "click" sound, pulling him out of the quagmire that brought a slight feeling of suffocation.

At this time, is it Morobushi Kagemitsu?

After helping Morobushi Kagemitsu fake his death, Yutani Miya had been using Amuro Toru as a key to get him to collect information that he was not convenient to check in person. The handover time is at the end of each month. Although it is now past midnight and still at the end of the month, he remembers that Morobushi Kagemitsu always came during the day.

Because he is usually not there during the day, the two of them will not meet. He usually puts down the information in his hand and leaves... Occasionally there will be a few boxes of delicious local snacks.

Should I go out?

The noise dragged him out of the quagmire. Yutani Miya felt that half of himself was pushed up by the sound, and the other half was still sinking. This feeling of being stuck in the middle was very uncomfortable. Either he simply struggled to wake up, or he ignored the man and continued to sleep.

Yu Gu Miao obviously would not choose the former.

Anyway, Zhu Fu Jing Guang put down his things and left. He simply blocked out the noises that were hurting him, closed his eyes tightly, and was dragged down by the darkness to the bottom of the abyss without any light.

Zhu

Fu Jing Guang felt something was wrong when he opened the door. First of all, in the entrance hall, the owner of this room hung his coat on the coat rack casually, and did not put his shoes in the shoe cabinet beside the door.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, his heart pounded a few times, and he was a little nervous.

He took off his shoes and placed them neatly at the entrance. Zhu Fu Jingguang deliberately lightened his steps and slowly walked into the living room.

No. He thought he would see the man resting on the sofa, or sitting idly in the restaurant that was converted into a bar, but there was no one there. The whole living room was empty and silent.

In the room?

Zhu Fu Jingguang knew the layout of Jundu's room. There were two bedrooms. One of them only had a large wardrobe, which looked like a hastily arranged coat rack, and the other was converted into a study.

It should be in the study. He remembered that there was a sofa in it.

He placed the paper documents he brought with him on the coffee table. Yu Gu Miao did not like electronic versions, and avoided those data that might be discovered by others at any time, and asked him to provide paper intelligence. The man with blue cat eyes stared at the documents on the table for a while, and took out another thing from his bag.

It was an insulated food box. There was a small half bowl of sweet soup in it. In fact, Zhu Fu Jingguang boiled a lot, but according to observations in the past few years, Yu Gu Miao probably couldn't drink that much.

Thinking of this, the man who used disguise to cover up the upturned corners of his eyes paused when he took out the food box, and his heart ached, and a few barely perceptible traces of heartache flashed in his eyes.

The mumbling he heard in the interrogation room was probably the beginning of this inexplicable sense of responsibility. When the man who was tortured by the electric current and fainted put his face in his palm without reservation, Zhu Fujingguang only felt that he had caught a wounded black cat.

Although the black cat rested briefly in his hand and showed its claws again, the impression that time was too deep. With this preconceived impression, it was not difficult to peel off the hard and cold disguise over the past few years and see the soft inside of the other party.

Zhu Fujingguang picked up the lunch box again and walked towards the kitchen. He put the lunch box in the empty refrigerator, closed the door, and completed this month's task. When he was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the box in the sink. ?

The man came over.

The food box with the dark brown sticky liquid remaining in it lay in the pool, emitting a faint mung bean fragrance. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. At least this man still remembered to prepare something nutritionally balanced and edible for himself every day, and did not simply refuse to eat any food.

Turning on the faucet, Zhu Fu Jingguang's originally somewhat relieved expression completely withdrew when he saw the spoon. The man's expression turned cold, and the gentle light in his eyes disappeared completely.

A circle of rubbed blood was left on the side of the metal spoon, which gleamed coldly in the light coming in from outside. The several messy medicine boxes next to it were extremely obvious in this situation. He took out a box and opened it, recognizing that it was a more common type of painkiller.

Just like a father who comes home from work and is relieved to see his child doing his homework, but turns around and finds that the TV is very hot, obviously it has just been turned off. Morofu Jingguang was worried and distressed, and at the same time, he was filled with anger.

As long as Yu Gu Miao is careful, it is impossible for the spoon to touch the back teeth and tear the wound there again when eating this easy-to-swallow porridge.

The location of this bloodstain is as if Yu Gu Miao deliberately touched the teeth there with a spoon and tasted the pain of torn gums while eating.

The usually gentle man clenched his fists, and his nails pinched the palm of his hand, causing a slight pain.

Is pain so good? Why do you do such a thing to deliberately hurt yourself?

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood quietly in the kitchen for a while, and finally turned around and went to the study again. He did not deliberately slow down his steps, and even deliberately stepped a little harder. He first "politely" knocked on the door. He was ready to pull the man lying on the sofa up, pry open his mouth, disinfect the gums and stop the bleeding. As a result, when the door was pushed open, it was still empty inside.

There was nothing.

The man's eyebrows were completely wrinkled. He even went to the bathtub to look around, and Yu Gu Miao did not sleep in the bathtub. All that was left was the empty "cloakroom".

The door was pushed open with a slight "creak--" sound.

The heavy curtains blocked all the bright moonlight outside, leaving only oppressive darkness and emptiness. The heavy and huge wardrobe was like a cold, vertically placed coffin.

Zhu Fujingguang stood at the door, and the mirror in the middle of the wardrobe was facing him, vaguely reflecting a man holding the door handle with a frown on his face.

Because of his childhood experience, Zhu Fujingguang subconsciously rejected these cabinets that could frame people, whether they were cabinets or wardrobes. He

didn't know whether it was because of these flashbacks of painful memories or the cold and depressing atmosphere in this room, he felt that his heartbeat frequency was out of track, as if it was about to jump up and choke his throat.

The gaps in the row of shutters under the closet reminded him of when he was a child, curled up in the closet, and through the gaps he saw the murderer who killed his parents holding a bloody kitchen knife, singing "It's okay, come out" and looking for him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath and felt the picture in his mind. Because of this sudden flashback, his vision was a little blurry. In a trance, the small shutter door in front of him was like a solid cage.

The darkest light of the mobile phone screen was dazzling in this environment. He squatted down, first tried to look inside with his own eyes, vaguely saw a black shadow, and then used the mobile phone to take a picture.

The light first fell inside, finding a piece of pitch-black fabric and pale skin. Then, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly met a pair of cold gray eyes that were particularly bright in the dark night.

"What are you doing in there--"

The blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly. In shock, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't even regain control of his body. Before he could react, the words mixed with panic and anxiety had already been shouted out.

He suddenly opened the door and groped for Yu Gu Miao's wrist.

The man's skin was pale, as if he had never had blood color. He liked to wear black clothes, which made him look like some lifeless metal.

He didn't dare to use force, fearing that he would hurt the person if he forcibly pulled him out. He was so anxious that cold sweat flowed down his forehead. The hand holding the person's wrist trembled uncontrollably. He didn't dare to use force, and even felt that if he exerted a little force, this fragile bone would be broken in his hand.

"You come out first..."

He tried to slow down his tone, as if he was trying to coax a pet that ran under the sofa and didn't want to come out at home.

"Um..." Yu Gu Miao moaned, and finally woke up completely. He finally fell asleep again, but was suddenly pulled out of his sleep by the heavier footsteps. He was still a little confused after being woken up, and the mobile phone screen dazzled his eyes, and he pulled his wrist out. He could

n't help but get a little irritable, and said unhappily, "...Don't touch me."

Because he had just woken up, the man's voice was very hoarse and low. This posture was not conducive to vocalization. His already light voice trembled slightly under the pressure. As soon as he finished speaking, the man outside who was pulling his wrist paused, and then let go in an instant.

Seeing that the other party let go of his hand, Yu Gu Miao shrank back a little more and closed his eyes again, looking like he refused to communicate and couldn't hear anything.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's breathing almost stopped.

In this situation, the man's lips were still bright red, or perhaps it was moistened by the blood in his mouth. His body was curled up tightly, like a baby, with his arms wrapped around his bent legs. He had just held his wrist and pulled it out, and a circle of red marks appeared on that circle of skin.

Does he sleep in a place like this every day? Stuffing himself in a narrow closet? In this position, every muscle in his body must be painful. Can he sleep? Perhaps, this guy doesn't care at all.

The trembling words froze Zhufu Jingguang in place. It took him a while to find his voice. He just whispered to comfort her, and his hand was loosely holding the man's leg closest to the closet. "I won't touch you. Can you come out first..."

"No." Yu Gu Miao frowned and refused. He reached out to close the closet door, but was blocked by the person in front of him. He was so sleepy. He had been working non-stop for more than a day. He finally fell asleep but was repeatedly woken up, which made him a little willful. "I want to sleep."

"Come out and sleep... Let's come out, okay?" Morobushi Jingguang subconsciously used the pseudonym "we", as if he wanted to leave this small cage with him. "Come out... Do you want to drink the sweet soup? It should still be warm, ok? Let's go to the sofa, go to sleep on the sofa... Be good."

He stretched out his hand, no longer trying to touch the man, but spread his palm and placed it opposite the man.

This guy did not come to him with the disguise arranged by the police. It was obvious that he still wanted to hide the information that "Midorikawa Hikaru is Morobushi Jingguang". This time he came with the face that he had scribbled for him a long time ago.

With only his obvious facial features roughly covered, Yu Gu Miao could easily see through that useless outer skin and see Morobushi Jingguang smiling and reaching out his hand to him.

...I really lost to him.

Yu Gu Miao bit his lower lip unconsciously and stretched out his hand tentatively, wanting to touch the other person, but stopped halfway and retracted a little.

During the whole process, Morobushi Jingguang kept that action, patiently waiting for this person to tentatively and little by little reach out his hand.

In a way, that person is really like a sensitive little animal, who likes to shrink in a dark corner. If you try to take a step forward, he will take three steps back. To really touch him, too many conditions must be met.

Trust given under special circumstances, long contact, a gentle temperament that can best make people relax their vigilance, the right timing and enough patience.

As it happens, Morobushi Jingguang possesses all five.

First, the fingertips touch, the cold touches the warm, then moves forward little by little, and when the cold fingertips touch the palm, they are already infected with the other person's body temperature.

When the two hands really overlap, and after confirming that he will not hesitate to withdraw, Morobushi Jingguang suddenly exerts force, tightly grasps the man's hand, and pulls him out of the dark cabinet.

Yu Gu Miao almost fell into the other person's arms.

Author has something to say:

It takes enough gentleness and patience to arrest a hedgehog

Morobushi Jingguang: I don’t lack this

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