"Hurry up, send him to the teacher..." Scotland's tone was calm, but his eyes showed anxiety.
"You can't die, my heart is here..." Tsushima Shuji pointed to his chest.
"And the bullet passed through here..." He pointed to a place less than one centimeter away from his heart.
That's where the bullet went through.
A bloody hole opened up an area on his chest.
"How could I be joking with my own life? Of course I am sure of it." His voice sounded as angry as a gossamer, but he still said it lightly.
Scotland found a blanket and wrapped Shuji Tsushima, then rushed outside with him in his arms.
"Aren't you going to make fun of your life?" Bourbon followed behind with a mocking smile.
He simply doesn’t take life seriously.
Whether it’s someone else’s or your own.
That guy Kaa...
The blond man lowered his purple eyes and watched expressionlessly as Scotland packed the person into the car, sat in the driver's seat naturally, then started the car and stepped on the accelerator.
"Leave the driving to me," he said.
At least he was very confident in his racing speed.
The car rushed out of the underground garage and drove through the night, heading towards Chablis' laboratory.
Scotland in the car was talking to Chablis.
"Kaa has been shot..." As soon as the Scottish words left his mouth, Chablis's disbelieving voice came from the other side.
"Kaa was shot??? Did you perform some dangerous mission? Or did you do something?" Chablis, who was still eating instant noodles in the laboratory late at night, pulled out a few hairs from his head and sounded irritated. asked.
"It's not a mission..." Scotland smiled bitterly and looked at his friend who was driving the car with an expressionless face, and the pale boy lying in the back seat with his eyes closed.
"If it's not a mission, then he committed suicide again?" Chablis asked as he scratched his head.
This again...
Scotland was a little helpless.
How many people did Kaa commit suicide in front of to make everyone's impression so profound?
"You can say that...although it's a bit complicated." Scotland's tone was helpless and tired.
"Anyway, we'll be there soon, Kaa needs treatment." He said to Chablis.
"I know, send it here, quickly. If he doesn't get sent to me before... we will all die, believe me." Chablis wiped his face with a painful expression.
He doesn't want to die yet.
There are still a bunch of experiments waiting for him to do.
"You must come here quickly." Chablis warned again and again.
Started to clean up the environment in advance.
"Faster." Scotland hung up the phone and said to Bourbon.
Bourbon said nothing and drove silently.
He had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and was already at the fastest speed.
After the car stopped, Scotland quickly rushed into the laboratory with people.
It was a smooth journey to Chablis' laboratory.
Chablis looked at the two students he had raised since childhood and sighed, then took the boy wrapped in a dark blanket, but felt wet in his hands.
The dark blanket had no trace of blood, but it was already soaked in blood.
Chablis's expression was a bit ugly.
This amount of bleeding...
Tsushima Shuji was asleep along the way, or in other words, he was poking at his other self.
"Come and feel it together, it really hurts."
"Double should be more painful, it's scary just thinking about it."
"Come on, come on."
As if the current pain was not enough, I had to call another self over to feel double the pain.
After shooting, he started poking at each other, poking all the way.
"I'm almost there." The little man in white clothes said calmly.
Shuji Tsushima is undergoing a blood transfusion. He has type AB blood, and Chablis has already prepared the blood type.
Chablis treated the wound skillfully.
When he was working as a black doctor, he often dealt with wounds like this, but it was rare for him to encounter wounds like this... that penetrated directly.
"Your suturing skills seem to have deteriorated." The young man who was about to die opened his eyes and said.
"You're actually still awake..." Chablis was startled.
With this amount of blood loss, the other party can still remain conscious...
Incredible.
"Going backwards... No one else may be able to deal with your wound..." Chablis said with dejected eyes.
I really owe these brats.
I had to be the chief surgeon late at night, and I was told that my skills had declined.
"How do you feel now?" Chablis asked with a sigh.
It would be bad if the light comes back.
"I'm very happy." Tsushima Shuji said lightly.
"...I'm asking about physical sensations." Chablis asked tiredly.
I know that suicide makes you feel happy, but can you pay attention to your body?
"My body...well, I have a little pain, and I feel dizzy after losing too much blood, and my brain feels a little heavy. It may be due to too much blood loss and insufficient oxygen supply. Apart from these, there seems to be nothing else..." Tsushima Shuji felt it. Said casually.
"...Don't say it so easily." Chablis' expression became distorted.
[Dazai Osamu applied to enter] the mechanical female voice reminded.
"Let him in..." Chablis took off his bloody gloves and rubbed his face.
The first trouble came.
The moment the laboratory door opened, a man in white hurriedly walked in.
Scotland pulled Bourbon behind him.
After all, Osamu Dazai... is a little crazy.
It would be bad if he directly retaliates against Bourbon.
However, the man in white didn't pay attention to Bourbon, as if he didn't see him at all, and came to Tsushima Shuji alone.
He stretched out his hand and touched the boy's newly bandaged wound.
When he felt the double pain, Tsushima Shuji's body couldn't help but tremble.
Dazai Osamu in white also trembled.
The two looked at each other expressionlessly.
I could read the painful emotion in the other person's eyes.
Although Chablis used anesthetics, they had no effect on Shuji Tsushima.
Everything is the real deal.
However, in the eyes of the other three people, it was Dazai Osamu who showed an expression of suppressed pain when he touched Tsushima Shuji's wound, vaguely looking... like he was going crazy.
Dazai Osamu in white did not speak or move his hand.
There is a calm before the storm.
When Chablis covered his face and turned around, feeling that he was about to be angered, the man in white stretched out his hand and pressed the newly stitched wound, and blood immediately overflowed.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It hurts, it hurts——
Why doesn’t Osamu Dazai in white speak? It was so painful that I couldn't speak.
But he still refused to let go like a masochist.
"Have you...touched enough?" Tsushima Shuji asked with a trembling voice.
It really hurts!
"I'm very heartbroken..." The man in white said with a cold expression and tone.
"I said, I will have the same wound as you..." He said this, as if he was about to take out a gun from his arms and shoot himself a bullet in the next second.
"Don't touch me—" Shuji Tsushima waved away the other person's hand.
If this guy fired another shot and felt the pain again, it would be four times the pain.
And he can’t die! ! !
