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

The reason why Matsuda and the others were able to fight against Edrador was definitely because of what Hiro did. The question was why Hiro knew Edrador's name.

Rei Furuya recalled what he saw from the detective's perspective in the hospital. It is still vivid in his mind, especially those heart-wrenching notes, which made him recall them carefully.

[Look at this handsome scarred man, although he is shining, he just came back from hunting. Are you moved? He is in a hurry to come back to support you.]

[Tsk tsk, poor thing. Look at the wound on his hand. It was caused by breaking someone's bones. His movements were decisive and firm. Elegant and tasteful, right?]

[The messy hair on his forehead tells the story of the touching scene where he kicked someone away.]

[Those eyes, obscured by cosmetic contact lenses, seemed to hold some secrets. Shhh, he tortured out some magical things.]

[In his mind, you've been tossed around like a pancake by multiple people countless times. Close your eyes, close them! You're going to get stye.]

……

The detective didn't want to look at the scene any more than once.

But it did not prevent Fūya Rei from analyzing the information at this time.

Let's not talk about Hiro's hunting, no, the violent beating scene. Hiro was able to learn the name Shiraishi Masato from that person, which confirmed that the person being beaten was Calvados, as he had expected, and the information about Calvados was definitely given by Vermouth.

It should be that after Hiro got the information from the disguised Calvados, he immediately asked his colleagues for help to catch the person, but he was tricked by Edrador.

In an instant, after he analyzed everything clearly, Fōtani Rei felt both bittersweet and happy in his heart.

Hiro finally learned to ask friends for help when he encountered difficulties, instead of going it alone and forcing himself to bear everything.

He should be happy.

——If his innocence had not been thrown in front of other peers.

Fūya Rei's expression twisted, and he looked at the blind stick next to the computer with displeasure.

What right does the guardian have to dislike the character that Vermouth created for him? He himself is a drama queen, okay?

Even though he dislikes Vermouth very much, every time Vermouth hands him a script, he can't wait to act it out.

Furuya Rei held his forehead in his hand speechlessly. Why do you act so careless about your own life and death?!

He almost subconsciously looked at the task that had always been at the top of the system.

[The first stage of character card drawing has ended, and the second stage of card drawing accumulation has been completed. Do you want to start the second stage of card drawing?]

The second stage of card drawing...

Wait a little longer, the uncontrollable personality is likely to cause him great trouble, everything will be settled after he returns from the high seas.

But how should we deal with this matter now? Should we let Matsuda and the others capture Shiraishi Masato?

It seems not impossible.

He should have believed in his contemporaries, who were not planets orbiting the sun but stars twinkling in the dark sky.

They all have their own brilliance and are working hard to shine.

Hiro has learned to ask for help, but he also has to learn to let go.

"Zero, what are you thinking about?"

Silently, Hiro came to him with a medicine box, startling him from his deep thoughts.

Was it because Hiro walked silently or was he too careless? He was clearly on the phone before he started thinking.

Seeing Hiro holding a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant and moving it towards his neck, Furuya Rei obediently raised his head, revealing his fragile neck, and muttered softly, "It's not that serious, it doesn't matter whether I apply medicine or not."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was disinfecting him, glanced at the dense needle holes in the bruises. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. The aura around him darkened for a moment. He exerted a little force on his hands, and seeing that his friend's expression did not change and his breathing remained steady, his heart sank.

"Zero, does it hurt?"

Not realizing how horrific the scar on his neck was, Rei Furuya said honestly, "It doesn't hurt."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

He quietly reached his hand towards his friend's thigh, smiled and said, "Sorry, Zero."

Let me try it. Are you still feeling the pain?

Furuya Rei: "Ah—ow??"

Just as he was wondering why You Xunran suddenly apologized to him, You Xunran pinched his thigh hard. The pain made him jump up and hit his knee on the coffee table again.

Fūya Rei's face turned pale as he sat down on the ground. His tailbone collided violently with the floor, causing him to burst into tears instantly: "Hiro!"

Zhu Fujingguang held the cotton swab, feeling both angry and amused: "Does it hurt that much?"

Isn't he quite able to endure pain? Why is he being so exaggerated now?

He took out the potion and carefully rubbed it on his friend's neck. Seeing Zero awkwardly turning his head away and not looking at him, he knew that Zero was annoyed by him.

He coaxed her skillfully, "Zero, don't be angry. The wound on your neck is very serious. I asked you and you said it didn't hurt. I was worried that you were lying to me, so I tried to test you... I'm sorry, Zero, please forgive me."

Fūya Ling turned around quietly and saw Yukunran looking apologetic. He then said shyly, "You can ask me directly next time."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes were ambiguous. It would be strange if you were willing to tell the truth.

He smiled gently, but said with a firm tone, "Okay. But it's good that you know it hurts. Don't try to hide it from me in the future."

Jōgō Rei didn't dare to say a word.

Zhu Fujingguang sat beside him, pulled his leg over from where it had bumped against the heavy wooden table, pulled up his pants, poured some medicine into his palm, and vigorously rubbed his numb knee. He asked with concern, "Where else does it hurt? I'll rub it. It'll loosen the blood clots, and you won't feel any pain when you wake up."

Feeling the sharp pain in his tailbone, Fūya Rei's face flushed with anger, and he said uncomfortably, "...Only my knees."

Zhu Fujingguang noticed his friend's embarrassment, his eyes inadvertently swept across his friend's fidgeting buttocks, and with his ears reddened, he changed the subject and asked, "What else did the boss do to you?"

Rei Furuya: Well, does electrotherapy count?

He was covered in cold sweat, his mouth moved several times, but he couldn't say a word.

Vermouth, you've caused me so much trouble!

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhu Fujingguang was not surprised. He would always find out everything that happened to You Xunran and settle accounts with him one by one.

After rubbing for a few minutes, Zhu Fu Jingguang was sent back to his room by Jiang Gu Ling to sleep, because if he didn't sleep now, it would be dawn.

After returning to the room next to Yukunran, Morofushi Kagemitsu immediately searched the entire room. After making sure there was nothing dirty, he called Officer Takeshita.

The call was connected immediately. Zhu Fujingguang was stunned. Although Officer Takeshita was lazy and had an official air, he always answered the phone in a timely manner.

A soft and melodious female voice, half drowsy, echoed beside my ears: "Sir, what is it that must be said in the deepest of night, when the brain is most sleepy?"

Zhu Fujingguang blushed. Did he disturb some sleeping lady?

He looked at the number on his phone suspiciously, and it was not a wrong number.