Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

At the same time, at Shigenjaya, Takemi Myo Clinic.

"So, your friend was at the shooting range, accidentally pointed the gun at himself, and shot himself in the shoulder three times?"

With a subtle expression, Takemiya Myo crossed his legs and sat on the new leather office chair he bought with the money he had embezzled from Kashiwagawa Sanki. He looked at Amamiya Ren and Akechi Goro, who was shirtless and had bandages wrapped around his shoulders to his collarbone, with disbelief on his face.

"Dr. Takemi, please believe me. I am the well-known high school detective Akechi..."

Just as Akechi Goro was about to defend himself by citing his worthless reputation, he was interrupted by Takemiya.

"Even if you are Conan Doyle resurrected, I still don't believe you, little devil."

Wu Jianmiao used tweezers to pick up a severely deformed bullet shell on the operating tray and shook it in front of Lian Heming who looked embarrassed.

"This kind of shell is obviously a reloaded bullet. No shooting range in China will have this kind of bullet. Let's not discuss this for now."

"You were shot three times with a bullet like this. They didn't hold your arm with their hands, but instead attached it to your body. I'm curious if it was because the bullet itself reduced the amount of gunpowder, or if your bones are actually made of alloy?"

Wu Jianmiao put away his playful expression and turned seriously to Lian, who didn't know what to say and could only scratch his messy head to ease the embarrassment.

"Little white mouse, I don't know what secret connection you and this brat have established, and whether you have come into contact with things you shouldn't touch, but I don't care about that."

"What I care about is knowing when to stop and not losing your life."

"I don't mind keeping your secret for a bit, but this is just one instance. If it happens again, I'll definitely call the police and have you both arrested and sent to a correctional institution. This is for the good of the country."

Wu Jianmiao walked out with her high heels clicking and closed the door.

"Tsk, troublesome woman." Mingzhi changed his previous good boy expression and snorted with disdain.

"Isn't it your fault for underestimating the enemy? Everyone said we should act together, but you're still the same, running around in the image space by yourself."

Lian had a look of gloating on her face, and she patted Mingzhi's injured arm with her hand in a show of concern. The pain made Mingzhi gasp.

"Just consider this a lesson. Last time, it was Dr. Baihe who accidentally saved you. This time it was Dr. Takemi. You don't know who it will be next time."

"Who knew that guy could actually force people back to reality, even if it was only for a minute—ah, it hurts, it hurts, Lian, you're not done yet, are you?"

Akechi rather roughly slapped away Lian's hand that was poking at the wound, and the latter put on a Fujiya expression.

"A stingy woman wouldn't even use more painkillers."

"Really? One meter...it's just one meter short!"

Mingzhi clenched his fist unwillingly, and the wound showed signs of breaking open.

"Indeed, this time's opponent is really troublesome." Lian took out her phone and sent a LINE message to everyone who was anxiously waiting at Leblanc.

"It may appear to be just a shadow, but it possesses the ability to think deeply and can even briefly pull people back to reality from the world of impressions."

"I have to inform everyone to try to stay out of the house as much as possible these days. He said he's memorized our "smells" and might even be able to pull us into his memory space..."

……

Generally speaking, in the early stages of a band's formation, they should strike while the iron is hot and practice more to develop tacit understanding.

But things went against their wishes. Because Xiduo was never at home for dinner in the past few days, Xiduo's parents called Xiduo's class teacher and asked him to take Xiduo home like a hostage.

When the class teacher found Kashiwa Sanhui after school, Kashiwa Sanhui had just brewed his high-quality Pu'er tea for Kita, and ended up having to drink two cups of tea by himself.

Since the lead singer was not there, Xiangzi simply suggested that everyone go back to their own homes. You go back to your Rising, and I go back to my puppet work.

Helplessly, Kashiwa Sanhui could only go to Shigenjaya to kill time.

When I pushed open Lu Brown's door, I found that several of Lian's friends were in the store, with serious expressions.

The boss, Sojiro Sakura, was leaning against the table watching TV, his expression more anxious than everyone else.

"Boss, why are everyone's faces getting uglier than each other?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a while before Sakamoto Ryuji stepped forward to respond: "One of our friends got a minor injury, and Lian is accompanying him to receive treatment."

"As for the boss, the horse he bought is lagging behind."

Sojiro glared at Ryuji and opened his mouth to say something, but then he sighed and went back to the stove to cook curry.

"same as usual?"

"Sweet, and a cup of hot water."

Kashiwa Sanhui sat down and relaxed, opened his phone to read messages while waiting for dinner.

"Hey...what is this software?"

The keyword was triggered, and except for the boss Sojiro who was cooking curry, everyone else's eyes were focused on Kashiwa Miki as if they were guided.

Futaba, who was closest to the black cat Mona, whispered, "Mona, you can say anything."

Then, to Sanhui Baihe, the human-like black cat sounded as if it was in heat. He would remind him to sterilize the cat when Lian came back.

"Be quiet, kitten. I'll share the curry with you later."

Kashiwa Sanhui touched Mona's chin, and the underlying logic of the cat's body made Mona purr.

"No reaction..." Long Si was relieved. It seemed that the doctor had just downloaded some rogue software.

But the tall Kitagawa Yusuke doesn't think so.

From Yusuke's perspective, the software that Kashiwa Miki tried hard to delete but kept refreshing on the phone page was the source of all evil.

But why is there a small letter "A" in the lower left corner? His phone doesn't have it. Yusuke even opened his phone to check.

"Doctor, please enjoy your pineapple sweet curry."

Sojiro brought a full plate of curry rice to Kashiwa Miki, and the steaming hot curry rice made Yusuke swallow his saliva.

"Yusuke, if you want to eat, you can get a 20% discount, but please settle the bill you have on credit at the store."

Sojiro continued to stare at the live broadcast on TV intently. The ranking of horse No. 8 would determine whether he could go out fishing this week.

"Uh...it's okay, my throat just feels a little uncomfortable."

Seeing Yusuke reluctantly turning his head away from the curry rice, Kashiwa Miki couldn't help but take out his wallet and handed Sojiro some money for the meal.

"Give Yusuke a small portion."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Baihe. I'm sorry to always bother you with treating me to meals."

Despite what he said, Yusuke had no intention of refusing and walked into the kitchen without hesitation to prepare food for himself.

The small portion is just the cross section of the plate. As long as you hold it steady, how you put the rice and how high you put it are all up to you.

"Please don't give alms to this guy. He is very rich, but he always buys some weird things and makes himself a pauper." Sojiro took the money and pointed to a small cage in the corner.

"See that chicken? It's an old hen that can't even lay eggs. He paid 10,000 yen for it."

Mm, what a beautiful and plump chicken, perfect for making soup.

Kashiwa Sanhui eagerly took out his wallet again. The closer his hand got to his pocket, the brighter Yusuke's eyes became.

"..." Sojiro held his forehead helplessly.

I forgot that this guy is just as extravagant as Yusuke, the only difference is that one is rich and the other is poor.