[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

After settling Ranbu down, Jie Shuyi was already exhausted when he closed the door of the small dark room and locked it.

His body floated back and forth in the room, and then he collapsed very naturally in Taguchi Rokuzo's computer chair. He kicked off his shoes easily, raised his legs and curled up barefoot.

"Ah... As expected, my head hurts after chatting with this smart guy!"

When Rokuzo Taguchi came back from eating instant noodles, what he saw was someone with his legs crossed on his desk, his whole body curled up in a computer chair, his body leaning back, half of his head hanging in the air, looking like he was at peace with the world.

When he got closer, he noticed the untouched cake on the table. He licked his dry lips, wiped the oil stains on his hands, and walked to the computer desk.

He turned his back to the screen, leaned back, and half of his buttocks sat on the table, while his back hand naturally rested on Shuyi's raised calf.

"not in a good mood?"

Xie Shuyi did not stand up, but just pulled his hat forward, then folded his arms and looked up at him, "It's okay, just a little annoying."

Upon hearing this, Taguchi Rokuzo nodded. He subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a long puff. Suddenly realizing something, he quickly crushed the cigarette butt with his index finger.

"I almost forgot, you hate the smell of cigarettes."

The moment Xie Shuyi lit the cigarette, his eyes were fixed on the dots in Taguchi Rokuzo's hand.

"Don't destroy it, what a waste."

As if he had found a reasonable excuse for himself, Xie Shuyi put down his legs, sat up, and moved his chair forward half a step.

Because Taguchi Rokuzo was standing, at this moment Jie Shuyi moved forward with his head right between the other's legs, but that person was unaware of it and his eyes were staring straight at the cigarette in Taguchi Rokuzo's hand.

But there was no excitement or curiosity in his eyes, but fatigue.

Before Taguchi Rokuzo could hide behind him, Jie Shuyi was faster and easily snatched it away with his hand.

The cigarette, which had not yet been extinguished, was pinched between his thumb and index finger. Jie Shuyi sniffed it tentatively, and the pungent smell made him frown unconsciously.

He hesitated for a while, and finally put it to his lips.

The uncle and Mr. Dazai both seemed to like quitting smoking to relieve their sorrows, and he wanted to try it too.

He held it with his thin lips and then took a deep breath. Jie Shuyi was so rude that he didn't even give his body time to get used to it.

As the strong choking smell instantly entered his mind, he leaned over and began to cough violently before he could savor it.

The smoke poured out of his mouth and nose, and Jie Shuyi's coughing became louder and louder, with physiological tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

Taguchi Rokuzo was startled and quickly bent down and patted Jie Shuyi's back.

"What are you smoking? How can you smoke like this?"

Xie Shuyi did not answer, but just bent over and coughed more and more violently.

It was as if he was trying to cough out his lungs.

Xie Shuyi raised his hands and covered his head tiredly, placing his thumbs on his temples and kneading them gently.

He smacked his tongue. "It tastes so bitter."

Taguchi Rokuzo stopped what he was doing. He half-knelt beside Jie Shuyi, holding his knees with both hands, "You just want to taste it."

Xie Shuyi stood up and looked at him with a rather innocent look, "Is it not possible?"

Taguchi Rokuzo looked at him and frowned slightly.

I came home inexplicably late today.

A bite of cake left untouched.

A sudden move.

One thing after another told of the unusualness of Jie Shuyi's day, but the latter seemed to have no desire to confide at all.

Taguchi Rokuzo's brows furrowed even more tightly.

After returning to China for so long, he seemed to be just an absolutely loyal partner to Xie Shuyi, rather than a person worthy of complete trust to confide in about emotional matters.

"Don't hide anything from me." Taguchi Rokuzo said slowly, "If you don't tell me, I will check it myself."

The corners of Xie Shuyi's lips curled up slightly.

He lazily lay back in the computer chair again, holding the lit cigarette in his hand and slowly putting it to his lips.

This time he inhaled very slowly, as if he was tasting it, or as if he was adapting to it.

Smoking on an empty stomach had already caused his lungs to feel uncomfortable and begin to contract violently, but Jie Shuyi's hands did not stop moving at all.

As he slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke, Xie Shuyi's tone became more confident and hard to hide.

He shook off the ashes, his movements becoming extremely practiced.

The corners of Xie Shuyi's lips curled up slightly.

Whether it's cigarettes, human hearts, or plans.

He has the confidence to handle them all.

"How dare I hide it from you? Come to think of it, I just happen to need your help with something."

Before dawn the next day, Xie Shuyi returned alone to the building of the Armed Detective Agency.

After making an OK gesture to a camera on the roadside, Xie Shuyi took several cans from the moving car, with the word "gasoline" clearly written on the outer packaging.

He moved quickly until all the liquid in the bucket was poured out, and then Xie Shuyi patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

He strode to the street, then raised his head and looked at the camera with a bright smile.

"Dear audience friends, I invite you to watch the fireworks."