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

The scalpel pierced into his heart, and the pain made the smile on Rei Furuya's face even more crazy.

He pulled out the scalpel inch by inch, and the moment the knife left his body, all the wounds on his body except for the bruises healed.

——Cut off the concept of the existence of trauma, and trauma will no longer exist.

It’s not that Fūya Rei couldn’t bear the pain of being injured, but he was worried that Shiraishi Masato, who had already left, would return to the basement.

He originally thought that Vermouth's disguise was enough to fool Shiraishi Masato, but from this fight, Shiraishi Masato was obviously a cautious and suspicious, meticulous, smart and crazy guy who had some knowledge of disguise.

He never trusted Toru Amuro from the beginning to the end, but he never showed it.

If Vermouth met such a person, she would probably be in trouble.

He was not worried that Vermouth would be killed, he was worried that he would be exposed and the information about his Dusk Villa would be leaked!

To do this, he had to use some special methods.

I can’t afford the Divine Healing Baptism Treatment Card, nor can I use it.

The reason is the same as "Please Don't Die". Once it is used, other traces on his body will disappear.

All he needs is to erase the external injuries caused by the sharp weapon!

After rejecting two common methods, he focused his attention on the debuff of the Justice Officer.

Sure enough, the skills that come with the character card are really useful.

Fūya Rei touched the wounds on his left shoulder and arm where the scarred man had pierced him, then touched the wound on his right shoulder where the bullet from Shiraishi Masato had penetrated him, and finally placed his hand on his abdomen where the scarred man had stabbed him.

At this time, all the wounds disappeared, the skin was still smooth, and not even a scar was left.

He had long known the power of conceptual-level swordsmanship, and had always restrained himself from using it to hurt others. This time, he tried to heal himself, and the effect was indeed amazing.

Just like Please Don't Die, it is full of miracles.

It is best not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary. What if the system disappears one day, what will he do if he has become accustomed to relying on the system!

Therefore, it is best not to touch from the beginning, and if you have to, you should limit the number of times you touch.

Fūya Rei once again took off his character card, hurriedly got up and got into the car, started the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, trying to get back to the villa in a straight line.

He also took the time to wipe the blood off his body with wet wipes and put on the clothes he had changed out of when he came out of the basement.

When he arrived at the villa, he abandoned the car and turned to run towards the basement where Shiraishi Masato had locked him up.

In the basement, Vermouth was tense all over, disguising herself as Furuya Rei and lying conscientiously among the debris, fearing that Edrador would suddenly rush in and force her to eat a lollipop.

At this moment, the sound of the door being gently pushed open came in, and the silent footsteps made her heart beat violently.

Before Vermouth could scare herself, she heard a familiar voice quickly say, "Get up and leave immediately!"

It’s Toru Amuro!

Vermouth got up reflexively and saw Toru Amuro standing next to the fragments as if he had never left. The only difference was the impatience between his brows.

Vermouth wanted to ask more questions, but then she heard the other party sternly scold her: "Leave immediately!"

Vermouth realized the importance of the matter and did not dare to delay any longer, so she turned around and left quickly.

After she left, Furuya Ling lay back down in the original place, even the wilted daisy was placed in the original place, exactly the same.

He blinked, and the Justice Officer's character card was re-equipped.

The unfocused, empty eyes brought a quiet darkness and nothingness, and also slowly calmed his rapidly beating heart.

‘Clang! ’

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard.

The basement door was violently pushed open.

Fūya Rei's heart skipped a beat. Shiraishi Masato is here!

This person was indeed suspicious of him. He came back so quickly, probably to test him.

The most effective way is to check whether he has disguised himself and whether he has any gunshot or knife wounds on his body!

His expression changed slightly, he looked confused and uneasy.

He moved his arms, and just as he straightened his upper body, a huge pressure suddenly pushed him to the ground. His back and head hit the ground, and the dull sound of his flesh hitting the floor sounded like phantom pain.

Some tiny fragments of stone carving pierced into the body, and blood oozed out.

Fūya Rei groaned, seemingly in pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead instantly wet the hair on both sides of his cheeks.

Before he could react, his hands were restrained and tied up with ropes in an instant. The ropes were so tight that it hurt him badly.

"……who?"

He asked with his hollow eyes wide open and his weak voice trembling.

The person on top of him didn't respond. There was only a strong, pungent smell of blood, so sweet and fishy that he couldn't help but tilt his head and vomit twice.

Then, a hand clamped down on his jaw, strong enough to crush it. The man forced his head to stand upright, his cold, scrutinizing eyes staring at him like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, sly and sinister.

He seemed to be measuring something, as if he were pondering something.

Although Rei Furuya appears fragile and uneasy on the outside, he is calm and rational on the inside.

Fortunately, the other party had no physical reaction and would not do anything excessive to him.

Suddenly, the man let go of his hands and slid them down to his body. His private clothes, which had no buttons to begin with, were torn into tatters by the violence, revealing a large area of ​​wheat-colored skin and a strong and thin waist.

The man's cold hands seemed to be stained with sticky blood. He pinched his left shoulder hard, leaving a sticky bloody liquid. The shoulder, which had been hit hard by Shiraishi Masato's punch, was now red and swollen. The pain from the pinch was so severe that Furuya Rei's breathing stopped and his body trembled.

"Stop!" He struggled hard to stop, but because of the injuries on his body and his bound hands, he seemed powerless even to push away.

He couldn't escape the man's restraint and lay on the ground gasping for breath. The tip of his bright red tongue was faintly visible through his slightly opened lips and his chest kept rising and falling.

There was helplessness and collapse between his brows, and tears welled up in his dim purple-gray eyes, as if he would burst into tears of despair in the next second.

Such a captivating and vivid scene made the abuser's mouth dry and he couldn't help licking his lips.

But his actions did not stop, and he even showed no mercy, as if he was treating a rag doll.

His big hand slid towards Fūya Rei's flat abdomen again and pinched it hard without any mercy. Fūya Rei groaned in pain and curled up subconsciously, but was forcibly held down by the man.

Drop by drop, as if water was falling on him from above.

But Fūya Rei knew it was not the case. What were dripping on his body were drops of blood that smelled of rust.

This madman Shiraishi Masato didn't even take care of his injuries!

He desperately ran back to the basement, and performed a series of tough and rough actions that would cause misunderstandings, just to confirm whether he was in disguise, whether he had any hidden injuries on his body, and whether it might be Team Leader Kawaguchi who had just fought with him!

This clever, suspicious madman!

Fortunately, I came back in time and asked Vermouth to leave immediately, otherwise the truth would definitely be revealed!