MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 90

This was the first time he had seen Amuro Toru look so embarrassed.

Since the first meeting, the other party has always been calm and at ease. He walks like a duck in water between black and white, as if everything is under control. The only mistake was made by Mr. A from the inside, Scotland's suspended animation.

It's not that Mr. A has not wondered why the 24- and 5-year-old Amuro Toru is so powerful.

It stands to reason that the other party has only graduated from the police academy for two years, and it only takes about a year to really get in touch with the organization. As a result, his work is as tight as the old fried dough sticks who have been struggling for more than ten years.

When the other party must have made a mistake, he just hasn't seen it. Mr. A finally came to the conclusion that Amuro Toru is not stingy with using everything available, and showing weakness is no exception, but when he is really weak, the other party will never show his embarrassed side to anyone.

Jianggu Ling is a proud person, even a little conceited, and the other party does have this capital.

So such a proud person is always strong and calm in front of others, and there are only a few people who can let him touch his true heart without reservation. And these people died in the original development without exception.

When he was a paper man, Mr. A could be slapped with blood by the knife, madly complaining that the author was not a human being, while talking about the beautiful and powerful setting of Zhenxiang madly eating the other party, and even shouting to make the knife come more violently. , but when he became a living person, Mr. A would never be able to get back his mood at that time. That kind of future was too cruel.

Mr. A understands the feeling of loneliness, so he is more fortunate. At least the Jianggu Ling he knows will not be alone, and the pain, sorrow, anger and joy of the other party are shared.

Although it has nothing to do with him.

Jianggu Linghui and his four friends have been going on, and A Jun can also complete the task and get a happy life.

They all have bright futures.

Mr. A got out of a taxi in the nearest residential area, and paid (forcibly) a means of transportation from an unlucky passerby, and finally arrived at the location indicated by the location.

He pushed open the closed metal door of the warehouse, it was pitch dark inside, and only vague outlines could be seen with the moonlight shining through the door.

The light golden hair became the only bright color in the shadows. The young man hunched his back like a shrimp, and the tall man of 1.8 meters curled up into a ball. In the quiet air, the sound of the other party's gasping breaths reached the second person's ears like thunder.

The blood seemed to freeze for a moment. The cold wind in November took away the only body temperature, and the coldness flowed from the limbs to the heart. After a very short period of shock, he immediately rushed to Amuro Toru's side, and the outstretched hand was touching. When the other party exposed his skin, he subconsciously retracted, and soon he lightly covered his forehead.

The temperature is very high, the sweat has wet the hair, and the clothes are like being fished out of the water, obviously it will not be an ordinary fever.

Dim light is not conducive to checking the situation. Mr. A turned on the flash of his mobile phone and quickly found the switch of the warehouse ceiling light. Judging from the condition of falling ash, someone used it not long ago, so it can still be used.

Bright light flooded the entire space, and Mr. A returned to Anshitou again, maintaining a half-kneeling posture but not knowing how to start.

At the moment he hesitated, probably because of the stimulation of the light, the other party's eyelashes trembled and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Amuro's exposed skin was abnormally red, and it was not obvious under the darker skin tone, but his lips were pale. The young man grabbed the fabric on his chest, exerting force until his joints turned white, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and even abnormal. to the point of.

The other party's smoky purple eyes seemed to be looking at him, but they didn't focus. Physiological tears overflowed from the full eye sockets and fell on the concrete floor, leaving irregular traces. His handsome appearance and those innocent drooping eyes made him look fragile and fragile, which could easily arouse evil thoughts in people's hearts.

A-jun held his breath subconsciously, and quickly realized that it was not the time to be bewitched by beauty. He rolled his Adam's apple and realized that his voice was a little dry when he opened his mouth: "Brother Tou?"

He carefully stretched out his hand, picked up the opponent from the icy ground, and finally sat down by himself, letting Amuro rest his upper body on top of him.

The scorching body temperature made him sweat abruptly. Mr. A didn't know what happened to the other party, and he wasn't sure if he could call an ambulance in this situation. Toru! How do you feel?"

The other party's pale lips opened and closed a few times, but he didn't utter a single syllable. Instead, his breathing became more and more rapid. His face suddenly turned pale, and his limbs showed faint signs of twitching. There is no way to judge the current situation. In other words, Mr. A himself has no such knowledge reserve in his mind at all.

He is clear about the general symptoms of colds and fever. But Amuro Toru's current situation is clearly beyond his comprehension.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, he couldn't think about anything else. Jun A took out his mobile phone from his pocket, the screen just turned on, and the next second he was pinched at the wrist bone by a hand, "No... the hospital..."

Amuro Toru almost squeezed these words out of his teeth. He was trying his best to suppress his breathing rate, but with little success.

A-kun originally thought that Amuro Toru's current state would be impossible to communicate, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

Since the other party said he couldn't go to the hospital, he immediately threw the phone away, stared at those calm eyes, and calmed down his restless heart, "What should I do?"

It is undeniable that he has a considerable degree of trust and dependence on Amuro Toru, like a centering stone.

Amuro Toru has basic thinking ability. In his own opinion, he can't be more rational and sober now, and it is naturally no problem to judge the situation.

Hyperbreathing Syndrome - Excessive breathing, because carbon dioxide is continuously excreted and the concentration is too low, causing respiratory alkalosis, causing numbness in the hands and feet, and in severe cases, twitching of the limbs.

He also knows the treatment measures, one is to inject tranquilizers to force the patient to calm down, the other is to inhale oxygen containing 5% CO2, or cover the mouth and nose with a paper bag or long tube bag to increase the dead space of the respiratory tract and reduce the exhalation and loss of CO2. . But the problem is that they don't have that right now.

Amuro Toru held A-Jun's wrist and pulled it in his direction. The release command was executed a beat later. He turned to grab the fabric of the other party's neckline and squeezed out a few words: "Artificial... breathing..."

The concentration of carbon dioxide in exhaled air is between 4% and 5%. However, the main artificial respiration can also forcefully slow down his current breathing rate, which is a very feasible method.

Mr. A immediately placed the other party on the ground, pinched his nose with one hand, supported his jaw with the other, took a breath, and leaned down without hesitation.

The whole process was like a confrontation, a competition of lung capacity and blowing strength. Mr. A's originally white face turned red, and he couldn't care about his charming thoughts at all.

The race lasted for several rounds, and the opponent's resistance finally eased, and the breathing frequency gradually became the same.

When it was over, Mr. A was so tired that his limbs went numb. The transparent filaments stretched and broke with the movement of looking up and getting up. He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly wiped off the corners of his mouth and the water that had slipped down his cheeks for Amuro.

The other party squinted his eyes, his expression dazed and puzzled, and he calmly said, "cold."

Your body temperature is enough to make hot spring eggs!

Mr. A dared not to speak out, but while enduring the heat on his face, he quickly took off his coat and helped Anshito up, the other party took advantage of the gap between his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist, his whole body leaned over, his face Buried on the side of Mr. A's neck.

His body froze, and for a while he couldn't tell which of him and Amuro had a higher body temperature. Then he unfolded his jacket to cover the other's back, and tied his sleeves in a knot behind him.

In short, the crisis is temporarily lifted, but the other party will definitely catch a cold if they continue to stay here in such a state.

He should have hijacked a car, and now he can only take people all the way back, or call someone to come?

Mr. A asked without hope: "I'll find someone to pick us up, okay?"

"No..." Amuro Toru replied decisively.

Well, I still have to blow the wind all the way and find a nearby hotel to rest for a while, but before that, he has to take a break.

The previously numb limbs were still in the adaptation period, and the dilated and congested subcutaneous capillaries on the face also needed time to recover. He decided to take advantage of this time to ask the specific situation: "What happened before?"

"Gin..." The other party said a name, and his breath sprayed hot on his skin, "I used Belmode as an excuse, although there is no flaw, but after all, he is suspicious and displeased with me, and because of the rum , Rarely caught a handle.

So he called me here and interrogated me with the reason for the failure of the mission. Rather than thinking that I was a traitor or an undercover agent, he wanted me to be, so he had a reason to kill me. "

Mr. A felt that he was going to deviate from the topic, and quickly asked: "What did he do to you?"

Amuro said: "Veritaserum, originally intended for the mission target, I sometimes really suspect that Jinjiu's so-called topkiller name is obtained by killing one's own people. For such a simple mission, detailed information is available from the very beginning. I gave it to him, even without me, the vodka would not screw it up. As a result, he killed the mission target without mentioning it, and even had the face to deduct the failure on my head..."

Mr. A: …

This is the first time I've seen Toru Amuro so long-winded.

He had to interrupt when the other party was dissing the gin: "The effect of drinking Veritaserum shouldn't be like this, right?"

At least not hot.

"Other potions similar to Veritaserum." Amuro paused for a while, then leaned closer to A-Jun, and said in a muffled voice, "Cold."

Who can stand this?

Mr. A shook his hands and put on the hat of his coat for him.

The limbs are no longer numb, but the face is even hotter, how can it be repaired!

As soon as he gritted his teeth and hugged Toru Amuro, he stood up, clasped each other's thighs with both hands, left the warehouse in such an awkward posture, and stepped onto the motorcycle.

"I'm going to find a hotel nearby. It will be a little cold on the road. Brother Tou...you have to bear with it."

When the roar of the engine sounded, he pursed his lower lip and asked the question again, "Do you know who I am?"

This is an unnecessary question, but emotions have always been unrelated to pragmatism, so he just asked it casually, and it doesn't matter what the answer is.

The other party's voice was easily blown away by the wind, but because of the closeness, Mr. A could hear it clearly.

"Of course I shouldn't have hung up when you called me, but it was too noisy."

He took a deep breath, his teeth were a bit bumpy because of the cold, but his words were clear and well-behaved, "I didn't intend to let you come, I didn't want you to worry, but I'm very happy to have you come."

Mr. A wondered if he had heard his roaring heartbeat. The night was dark and even the moon was temporarily covered by dark clouds. In the desolate land, motorcycles roared on the road, and the cold winter wind cut his face like a knife. The two of them remain.

"You can rely on me a little more, I mean..." Jun A said dryly, "I'm also quite strong, so I can help. If, uh, there is something I can do, I can do anything."

"Including the betrayal organization?"

"Including the betrayal organization." Jun A replied very decisively. He kept thinking about when the other party would bring it up. He thought it would be at least the first year of Conan, but now it can only be regarded as an emergency.

But the answer is the same, he promised generally, "You are my most important person in this world, no matter what you do, I will support you unconditionally."

Amuro Toru: "Even if I'm not..."

He realized that this was a restricted area and did not continue talking.

"I see." In the end, there was only an ambiguous response.

A-jun pursed his lower lip unhappily. He thought that Amuro would at least say that you are also my important person, or something sweeter. I know it's a lie, but I'm glad to hear it.

Forget it, you can't force a person who's drank Veritaserum to tell a lie.

After entering the city, the strange riding posture of the two of them caused a lot of people to look at him, but Mr. A has already practiced a lot of cheeky, and reached the intended destination without looking sideways.

He stopped at a hotel, untied the knot behind his back, put on a coat for Toru Amuro, who was in a weak state, and walked in with someone on his back.

It's not too late for this meeting. Most of the stores are open. Mr. A plans to go out to buy some clothes after the person is settled, and change the other person's soaked clothes.

And dinner...

In such weather, the black-haired boy only wore a sweater and a base layer, but his companions were wrapped in coats, and most of their faces were covered by a hood, as if they were in two seasons.

The latter put his arm on the other shoulder of the shorter boy, and the other side hugged his waist. The two of them were very close, and they walked all the way to the front desk.

This hotel is not very strict. If you have a room, you only need one person to register. Mr. A took out his certificate from Anshitou's coat and said, "Open a room."