In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

Port Mafia Canteen.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched in shock as Yinwu Xianle ordered a large table, and then while coughing flowers, he took a little from each portion and put them together on his lips without biting down.

The young cadre hesitated to speak: "Are you wasting food?"

He watched Yin Wuxian Le leave from the ward, asked the doctor for a heart tranquilizer and gave himself an injection, and then walked to the cafeteria. He couldn't let go, so he followed suit.

Turns out...is this a good meal before you plan to die?

"No." Otonashi picked up a piece of fried shrimp tempura with his chopsticks. This was the last thing the port mafia cafeteria could provide. The lily of the valley that came up spat on it, and then wiped off the blood on the lips: "I've seen this disease in literature before, it's called flower vomiting..."

Before he finished speaking, his stomach churned, his dizziness was severe, and the smell of food became inexplicably disgusting.

The symptoms of lily of the valley poisoning became more and more serious.

Yinwu Xianle supported his head and took a moment to relax: "You need to kiss your favorite thing to detoxify."

He tried a dozen kinds of food, none of which was his favourite.

This is strange, Yin Wuxian can be sure that his favorite thing is definitely some kind of food.

The food sold by the port mafia is obviously quite complete.

Could it be some high-end cuisine that he has eaten by chance and never forgets?

After Zhongyuan Zhong also heard it, his expression became more complicated: "There is still this kind of disease... Don't you know what your favorite thing is?"

"I am fraternal." Yin Wuxian Yue suppressed the discomfort, picked up the chopsticks again, and put them down weakly: "Central Plains officials, do you think gastric lavage will work for the poisoning caused by the lily of the valley spit out of my mouth?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also speechless for a second by his fraternity, and then he heard the question behind him: "Should it work, doesn't it work?"

His face was abnormally red when he saw Yinwu String Music, and he was a little worried: "Can you still think normally?"

Could it be that the so-called detoxification method is the product of his abnormal brain after being poisoned?

Nakahara also thought about his former partner Osamu Dazai, and thought it was possible.

"I'm fine, Central Plains cadre." Yinwu Xianle retorted weakly: "Neither haemorrhoids nor lily of the valley poisoning will affect people's thinking."

Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue, thinking that Yinwu Xianle might not have a correct understanding of his current appearance.

Her hair was tied back in a mess, and she seemed to have lost her usual luster, her face was abnormally red, her hands supported her face weakly, her light gray eyes were absent-minded, and she looked like she was about to die.

He got up and poured a glass of water for Yin Wuxianle: "I'd better take you to the infirmary."

The boss poured water, but there was no sound and no strings. He dared not take it. He took it with force, and then his hot fingertips touched the cold glass wall, and he was shivered by the ice.

Two pieces of crystal clear ice floated up and down in the water.

"Thank you, Central Plains cadre." Yin Wuxian smiled, grabbed the ice water, and drank it down.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned: "Are you so thirsty?"

Yin Wuxian Yue finished drinking, touched his throat, and the strangeness disappeared: "No, I just found my favorite thing, and the flower vomiting has been resolved."

Sure enough, ice is his true love.

Why did he ignore it?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the ice cubes left at the bottom of the cup, and complained sincerely: "Your favorite is quite special."

Osamu Dazai reluctantly put down the fresh crab that Atsushi Nakajima just went to the market to buy, even though the crab seemed to have a bad temper, baring its teeth and claws, and even broke Dazai Osamu's bandage.

Funagawa Asaka tilted her head: "I thought Dazai-kun's favorite thing would be me."

After all, he is usually quite narcissistic.

Osamu Dazai retched, "Stop joking, Asaka."

Just kidding, Osamu Dazai likes himself.

Atsushi Nakajima ran to the market to buy crabs at the fastest speed, panting on the table: "Mr. Dazai is fine, that's great."

Izumi Jinghua, who was also sent to buy canned crab meat and bandages, came in through the window and landed perfectly. She appeared behind Atsushi Nakajima with a big bag of things, with a deadpan expression and a cold voice: "Mission accomplished."

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback: "Why do you go through the window if there is a door? Jinghuajiang, and also, just buy a can, don't speak in such a murderous tone."

"I'm still wanted by the port mafia." Quan Jinghua put down the big bag in his hand: "I don't want to cause trouble for the detective agency."

Atsushi Nakajima complained: "Wouldn't it be more eye-catching to walk through the window..."

"No." Quan Jinghua was very serious: "I observed the nearby monitoring points, and deliberately chose the most concealed climbing route."

Osamu Dazai happily took the bag full of canned crab meat and bandages: "Although my illness has been cured, I still accept these things with a smile."

Atsushi Nakajima black line, is there a cause and effect relationship...

"The president said, you will deduct it from your salary." Kunikida Doppo, who was typing on the computer seriously, said.

Osamu Dazai was startled, turned his head away like a rusty machine, and said in a surprised tone, "Kunikida, you're still here."

Kunikida alone had a hashtag on his forehead: "You bastard, from the time you begged Miss Asaka for help, to the shameless Atsushi and Kyoka-chan, I've been there all the time."

"After all, Kunikida's sense of existence is too weak." Osamu Dazai spread his hands helplessly, then picked up a roll of bandages from the bag, and his tone became serious: "This bandage is not right."

Kunikida paused, Atsushi Nakajima became nervous, and Izumi Kyoka was a little dazed.

Funagawa Asaka rolled her eyes and stood up: "I went to the tea room to find Chaos, bye."

"This bandage is not made of fleece!" Osamu Dazai ignored Funagawa Asaka's disdain, and pointed at the bandage: "This is the most common non-waterproof bandage, with extremely poor air permeability, Kyoka-chan, how can you buy this kind of bandage?" Bandages are as blind as Kunikida."

Kunikida Doppo clenched his fists: "Go to hell, bastard."

At dusk, the sun is half-set on the horizon, and the warm sun is shining dimly.

The park is the cradle of comfort, whether it is green swaying trees, warm wooden chairs, or lazy cats basking in the sun.

Yu Sheng Yuzhi stroked a big orange, her water-blue eyes reflected softly in the warm sun, and her silver-white hair was let down lazily.

Suddenly, he spoke, as if speaking into the air: "Don't you like my gift very much?"

"You have to know that rats are creatures afraid of death." Fyodor appeared from the woods, illuminated by the sun, his eyes were closed, his pale skin was almost transparent, revealing an unhealthy color: "You seem to have Solved my own troubles."

"Do you want to know how to solve it?" Yusheng Yuzhi paused, took his hand away from the soft orange cat's hair, and lifted it up: "It's very simple, just give it a kiss."

"...Is this your joke?"

"No." Yusheng Yuzhi gently pinched the little orange cat's flesh, and it was carried obediently, without any sign of resistance: "You should be able to see that I'm not lying."

He really showed no signs of lying, if he wasn't a psychic.

Fyodor sighed helplessly, and took the orange cat from Yusheng Yuzhi: "If this makes you happy."

As soon as the orange cat changed hands, it screamed terribly and struggled non-stop. Before Fyodor could kiss its soft fur as he wished, it used the traditional art of cats, the secret method of shrinking bones into water , successfully escaped.

Fyodor was also scratched with a paw, and on the back of his pale hand, the bloodstain quickly swelled up, and a few drops of blood leaked out.

He squinted his eyes, stroked the wound with the other hand, didn't care about the pain at all, wiped away the blood, and then coughed out a few cloves from his mouth.

Yu Shengyu raised her lips: "You really don't attract cats."

Fyodor opened his mouth and let the lilac flutter to the ground: "After all, I am a mouse."

"Cats are afraid of mice...doesn't make sense."

"Then what do you want to do?" Fyodor was a little distressed: "I didn't know that I would scare cats so much."

Under the words, it was Yu Shengyu Zhi who moved his hands and feet.

"From a warm and comfortable environment to a sudden change of owner, is it normal to be a little stressed?" Yu Shengyu groaned, not denying Fyodor's accusation: "Forget it, let me tell you, the cure is Kiss what you love the most."

Fyodor hesitated: "Favorite?"

"It could be a person, or an animal, or even food or an ornament." Yu Shengyu Zhi spread her hands: "It varies from person to person."

Not far away, a black-and-white cat stopped in its tracks, then ran towards him, jumped lightly, and landed on his lap.

Fyodor looked at the cat: "Is it too hypocritical to be loved like this?"

"I'm not interested in philosophy." Yusheng Yuzhi teased the cat and heard it purr: "It makes me happy, so I like it, and it has nothing to do with whether it really likes me or not."

Yu Shengyu tilted her head: "Instead of talking nonsense with me, shouldn't you think of a way to save yourself now?"

"I already have the answer." Fyodor replied: "Compared with it, talking with you is more valuable."

His favorite thing...

Probably the Cossack hat that accompanied him from the Siberian snowfields to all over the world.

That is his ideal.

Yu Shengyu raised her eyes: "You really aren't afraid of me."

The rest of the guys who knew that he was a psychic power user would wish to stay thousands of meters away from him if possible, and check their thoughts ten times a second.

"Because I believe in myself."

"If you don't even have this kind of awareness." Fyodor smiled calmly and elegantly, with a unique rational self-confidence: "I would not investigate that puppeteer lady and cooperate with you."

"I would be happier if you killed her." Yu Shengyu Zhi bluntly gave an answer to Fyodor's temptation, and admitted their quarrel openly: "Compared with them, I like you more."

Fyodor was taken aback: "Can you know the reason?"

"Probably because of your self-confidence." Yu Shengyu raised her head, her blue eyes were full of ridicule and amusement: "I haven't met someone like you for a long time, please be sure to persevere."

Although forced by the world consciousness, it is impossible to kill supernatural beings, but...

He was looking forward to Fyodor being reduced to a puppet who lost himself under the influence of the [Fiction Law].

Anyway, no one died.

Fyodor chuckled, "It's an honor."

The eyes of the two met in the air.

One side is a deep purple like dried blood, full of absolute rational indifference and self-confidence, and the other is a penetrating aqua blue like cold pool water, with a divine mistyness and playfulness.

One is a demon full of divinity, claiming to be the spokesperson of God, and wants to bring judgment to all living beings, and the other is a child of God who is as random as a devil, taking pleasure in himself and leading crimes.

It was Yu Sheng Yuzhi who broke the silence first, he had a cat in his arms, so he didn't bother to tangle with the mouse.

"Scratched by cats, especially stray cats, if the wounds are not treated and vaccinated in time, you will get tetanus, cat scratch disease and rabies."

"...Farewell."