A voice from the heart made all the famous Detective masters panic

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were gunshots from Roy's room.

{It’s over. I’m really going to be shot in the head this time.}

"boom!"

There were several more gunshots.

After seeing the subtitles, Gin and Vodka reacted and immediately turned back.

The whole hotel was alarmed.

Absinthe also noticed something strange and hung up the phone immediately.

"Roy!!"

As soon as the three entered the room, they saw that Roy had a shoulder injury.

Her blood dripped onto the ground and she leaned against the wall, staggering.

There was a man hanging upside down on the window, shooting at her.

Absinthe pulled a pistol straight out of his windbreaker and shot the man in the head.

The man fell from the tenth floor just like that.

"Roy, are you okay?"

"Sister Bei, do you think I look okay? I was shot three times."

Roy spoke weakly.

Gin immediately said to Vodka: "We can't wait for the ambulance, let's go to the hospital immediately."

Gin and vodka used to kill people.

Never took anyone to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurses and patients were so scared that they just stood there motionless.

Fortunately, Absinthe was worldly-wise and quickly arranged everything.

She said to Gin, "I'll go deal with the police. You better not do anything else, or Roy will die."

Roy was still groggy when he entered the operating room.

Is this the disadvantage of the black side's increased favorability?

Dog system, I really should take these out for her.

It would be great if there were bonuses regardless of red or black.

After taking the anesthesia, Roy began to feel dizzy.

At this moment, she heard a light laugh.

And he said it in Japanese: "As expected, your body's recovery speed is far beyond the human level."

"It seems that the experiment is good."

experiment?

Could it be that the man who killed her at her window had hurt her on purpose?

Just for experimentation?

"Help, help..."

Roy struggled a few times.

But the doctors performing the surgery thought she was struggling because of the pain.

"Is there too little anesthetic?"

"Then increase the dosage!"

Roy slowly lost consciousness during the struggle.

My strength is getting weaker and weaker.

{Sister Bei, Sister Bei, save me, the doctor has a problem, doctor...}

Absinthe was stunned for a moment.

She should be the only one who saw this subtitle, right?

But there were police officers everywhere and she had no way to leave quickly.

Oops!

Surely Gin and Vodka don't know about this?

Absinthe asked the officer in English if he could leave.

Of course the police officer disagreed.

After all, Absinthe shot and killed the attacker.

In London these actions are sometimes legal, but they must be questioned.

Absinthe was really anxious, but he couldn't make any big moves.

If anything happened to Roy, it would be no joke.

"Then I'll call my friend."

"no!"

Absinthe had no other options for the time being, so he had to send a text message to Gin on his phone.

There were sirens outside.

Gin's eyes were fixed on the operating room and he didn't notice the text message coming to his phone.

Vodka sent an email to his boss to tell him about the situation.

Then I received a reply from my boss that was accusatory.

[Don't leave her side again, protect her well. ]

Vodka had cold sweat on his forehead.

I replied with a trembling "yes".

"Brother, that person is very angry."

Gin glanced at Vodka: "What did you say?"

"Say...say never to leave her side and never let anything happen to her again."

Gin clicked his hat and said nothing more.

The operation is over.

Roy was transferred to a general ward.

That nightmare-like voice kept echoing in my ears.

Roy's lips were completely bloodless.

She kept moving around and looked very uneasy.

Vodka looked puzzled: "Brother, what happened to her?"

Gin sat next to the ward and leaned over to hold her down and make her quiet down.

Then the next second, the top hat on his head was knocked off.

Vodka: "..."

Ah, try to stay calm.

At this time, brother won't strangle her to death, right?

"No, no!!"

Roy's shouting was really loud.

Gin grabbed her hands, took out handcuffs from his coat pocket, and handcuffed the two moving hands together.

He grabbed Lowe's cuffed hands.

"Your attacker has been killed by Absinthe!"

"I think you are the ones who are going to be beaten to death!"

Absinthe's voice appeared at the door of the ward, full of anger.

"There's a problem at the hospital, we have to get out of here!"

"What? What's the problem?"

Vodka was startled.

His eyes were fixed on Roy.

"She's not going to lose her memory, is she?"

Absinthe said to Gin, "Go through the discharge procedures right away. On the way, we said that once Roy wakes up, we will go back to Tottori Prefecture."

"I've reported it to my boss, and he approved it."

On the way back to the hotel, Absinthe made a direct phone call and mobilized the organization's connections in the UK.

The best doctors and nurses were called in.

When getting in the car, Roy's coat slipped off.

Absinthe saw the handcuffs on Roy's hands, she looked puzzled: "Why are you handcuffing her at this time? Don't you think she's sick and still thinking about that?"

This time, Gin sat in the back seat for the first time.

Before he could speak, Vodka, who was driving, said quickly: "Let me explain this. Big brother was trying to comfort her."

"comfort?"

Absinthe laughed back, "Gin, I've never heard that handcuffs are comforting. Do you care about people?"

Gin: “No.”

Absinthe flipped the lid of several lighters with an irritated look on his face, lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"Cough cough!"

Roy coughed.

Absinthe looked down and saw Roy leaning against him with a weak look on his face.

After thinking it over again and again, he put out the cigarette.

She looked out the car window again.

"This matter must be kept secret from Elvis and Abel."

Gin looked at Absinthe again and asked, "You just said that one of those doctors harmed her?"

Could Roy's emotional instability be related to this?

Absinthe's face darkened. "I was the only one who saw the subtitle asking for help, so I was so anxious when I rushed back from the police station. But you didn't see it, Gin. You actually made such a mistake."

"If Roy dies, it will be hard to explain to the boss."

"I'm calling the doctor and the nurse now to give her a thorough checkup."

At this time, the car Vodka in front turned.

Roy, who was leaning on Absinthe, was pushed onto Gin due to inertia.

A pain came over him, and Roy was stimulated to open his eyes.

Then, something even more exciting was waiting for her.

His eyes met a pair of dark green eyes.

Roy spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Gin?"

Could anyone tell her why she was in Gin's... arms?

And it's still in this posture?!

She estimated that if she raised her head, her forehead would knock out Gin's teeth.