Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

It all started in the morning.

After his fever subsided in the morning, Rei Furuya woke up completely. He opened his eyes and found that he was not in the safe house, but lying in the organization's hospital.

He immediately examined himself carefully to make sure that he had not been dissected or tampered with by the organization, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rei Furuya never doubts the organization's bottom line!

The fact that the organization did not take advantage of the opportunity to do anything this time only proves that he is quite important.

When he heard the doctor say that it was Gin who sent him here, Fūya Rei subconsciously thought that it was Gin who came to him to complete a task and happened to see him with a high fever and unconscious, so he sent him to the hospital.

Oh, are you so kind?

He thought Gin was the type who would order Vodka to pour a bucket of cold water on him, let him deal with it himself after he sobered up, and then leave him to fend for himself.

Furiya Rei looked strange for a moment. Could it be that he had misunderstood Gin before?

Rei Furuya had no idea that when his original consciousness fell into chaos, his disguised personality surfaced, causing Vodka and Gin much distress.

Not knowing the real situation, he lay on the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the system screen.

A message flashed rapidly on the light screen.

[Playing the role of a worry master——]

He sat up suddenly. What was he acting in? What was he worried about?

[Host, please play the role of a cheerful and cheerful boy who loves to laugh.]

[Debuff has been superimposed: Suicide Undeath attribute, indiscriminately affecting others to become the master of human outline, the Tokyo lock picking king.]

He stared at the words until his eyes hurt, then he lay back down silently.

It must be because I was too excited just now and I was dizzy and saw it wrongly.

He closed his eyes, but the lines of words were still flashing in his mind.

For a moment, he felt hopeless. He opened his eyes and stared at his hands with an indescribable expression, as if he wanted to chop them off.

Why did I lose my mind and press the card draw button?

He was dejected for a moment, then accepted the fact and said weakly, "...System, do you find this character setting contradictory?"

Just based on the title of worry-teller, it seems unlikely that he is a cheerful, sunny and cheerful boy.

There are also debuffs.

Not to mention the strange master of human body outlining, what is the attribute of suicide immortality?

Why would he commit suicide when he was fine?

Also, why does Tokyo Locksmith sound a bit torture-like, making his hands that hold the handcuffs itchy.

The system played dead as usual and did not respond.

Jōgu Rei was speechless for a moment, pulled out the IV drip, got out of bed, walked to the window and looked out.

He swore that he just wanted to observe the organization's hospital, but for some reason, he was immediately attracted by the tall and strong fir tree downstairs.

Look at how straight and handsome that tree is, how elegant and varied the shape of its crown is, how the leaves are just the right shade of green, and how holy and beautiful the sunlight is shining down on them.

Ah, this is really a tree that strives to make progress.

It must be nice to hang yourself on it—

Ok?

Fūya Ling suddenly woke up. What was he thinking just now?

Hanged? ?

He was silent for a moment and smiled: I quit!

Fūya Rei looks devastated. No wonder he can’t die from the debuff even if he commits suicide. His character setting is so polluted.

His mind was now filled with the thought of hanging himself from that tree. Once he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but want to stand on the windowsill and take a leap of faith.

Under the strain of his thinking, he was almost going crazy.

Fūya Rei looked at the system character description again with a tired look.

[The Worry Master is playing——]

[Host, please actively play the role of a cheerful and cheerful boy who loves to laugh.]

Jianggu Ling:......

You want me to commit suicide and still want me to laugh?

You want me to calculate people's hearts and be sunny and cheerful?

Do you think I'm a big loser?

Isn't this as outrageous as demanding that prostitutes be pure and innocent?

I'm sorry, I really can't do it anymore.

Is this system here to mess with him?

I can only blame myself for being too young at the time and not understanding the benefits of being a detective.

Look at that debuff, isn't it treating everyone equally as monsters?

Isn’t it just a cute sweet tooth and a harmless lack of direction?

Even though there was a time when he ate too much sweets and his cheeks were swollen due to toothache.

But compared to this - the worrier, the detective is a little angel.

At least give him enough desserts, and he will entertain himself and not harm anyone.

As for the worried master, death is his final destination, and the process of seeking death will make him behave himself.

How many lives does this take?

As his thoughts turned, Fūya Ling found himself under the cedar tree downstairs, holding a rope in his hand that he had stolen from somewhere.

Jianggu Ling:......

Buddha.

He is completely unable to fight against the mental pollution that is constantly flooding his mind with messages.

In that case——

Fūya Rei skillfully climbed up the tree, tied a rope, and then hung himself up.

How does the saying go? Since you are here, if you can't beat them, just join.

Also, Furuya Rei couldn't deny that he was actually quite curious about the suicide immortality attribute.

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The course of events is very clear, and the ending is also very clear.

He was shot down by Gin who broke in.

However, that fifteen-story building looks like it can withstand wind and rain. The view from it must be beautiful. If you jump down, you should be able to reach Yomihirasaka.

The doctors were a little overwhelmed by the eager look of Rei Furuya, and they couldn't help but turn their eyes to Gin.

Lord Gin, this patient does not need to go to the surgery department, he needs to go to the psychology department or the psychiatry department.

Feeling everyone's burning gazes, Gin's face froze. He had never felt so popular before.

But - thank you for the invitation!

Fūya Rei glanced sideways at Gin, staggered to his feet, and walked up to Gin with a bright smile on his face.

He looked straight into Gin's eyes that were burning with a dark green light, and his purple-gray eyes were silent and lifeless.

The powerful momentum between the two people was so strong that they collided with each other, making the people around them dare not breathe.

After a moment, Furuya Rei chuckled softly and praised sincerely, "Gin-kun is truly a kind-hearted man, actually saving misguided youth. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you a banner commemorating your bravery. You should also work harder to carry forward this spirit of righteousness."

He said confidently: "Japan needs passionate and kind-hearted young people like you to become a better country!"

Gin's expression suddenly changed, and he looked as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

This guy is really good at disgusting people. He is almost disgusted to death.

He pointed a gun at Rei Furuya's head and said in a stern tone, "Do you need me to take you to the psychiatric department?"

There seemed to be stars twinkling in Furuya Rei's purple-gray eyes: "What? Kind-hearted Gin-kun wants the psychiatrist to send me to death? I'm so touched."

As he spoke, he pretended to wipe away his non-existent tears.

Vodka: ...?

Brother, there's something wrong with Toru Amuro.

Of course Gin knew that something was wrong with this guy. After all, he was a lunatic who was still alive and kicking after being hanged for more than ten minutes.

Thinking of his guess, he opened the safety and asked coldly: "Who are you?"