【Taizhong】Madman

Even though it was only for a brief moment, the feeling of being silently watched by some dangerous creature still made the hairs on the back of Nakahara Chuya's neck stand on end.The conditioned reflex formed by years of experience in licking blood with the tip of a knife made his body respond before his brain. When he suddenly turned around, there was indeed a superficial murderous look in his eyes.

However, this murderous aura was in vain—it was a bit embarrassing, as if the dagger that was swung decisively ended up being emptied.Judging from the haunting eyes, Nakahara Nakaya was already prepared to see what kind of troubles the troublesome man made when he turned his head, but he was still really stunned when his eyes moved over. I was taken aback.

Not in a daze as if there is another side of this person that is unknown, but——

Damn it.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought expressionlessly in his heart, when did this person change into clothes?

Dr. Dazai lowered his eyes long before he turned his head. With Nakahara Chuya's eyesight, he could clearly see the long and dense eyelashes behind his pair of glasses that he took out and put on at some point.And I don’t know if it’s because of psychological effects, the incandescent lights in the hospital seem to be whiter and colder than all the lights outside, and the cold lights hit Osamu Dazai who has no expression on his face from the side, making him beat meticulously The tie and the shirt buttoned up to the top button all have a bit of abstinence...

But because Zhongyuan Zhong also knew very well that this person had no chance with the word "forbidden school desire" for eight lifetimes, so this 180-degree Jedi reversal-like temperament contrast made him feel a little strange.

The cold-faced Mr. Killer suddenly felt as if a piece of his heart had been gently scratched.

To put it simply...he still likes it.

Seeing the strange silence between these two people, Yosano Akiko seized the opportunity to pick up the small and exquisite handbag, put on a nonchalant face, pushed the innocent and dazed child away, and said, "Okay Dun, it's so cold outside, you should hurry up and finish your work, so Wan Shao can rest early."

Atsushi Nakajima let out an "ah" and grabbed his notebook and pen for recording, followed by the door of the department (of course, he did not forget to say goodbye to the two people in the room politely before leaving), and then gently closed the door with his backhand, With a "click", there were only the doctor who was theoretically held hostage and Mr. Killer who theoretically held the doctor hostage in the cardiac surgery room.

Standing there, Osamu Dazai read half of the case in a leisurely manner, frowned slightly and thought for a while, then he still didn't say anything to Zhongya Nakahara, pulled away the chair in front of his desk and sat down, and then started a few times Some analyzes of the patients with abnormal data marked completely ignored the existence of another person in this room—after waiting for about 5 minutes, he seemed to suddenly remember that Zhong Yuanzhong was still here, and looked up at him, But he gave him a perfunctory smile: "There is no one now, you can just sit where you want."

Mr. Assassin, who had never been treated like this before, blinked his eyes, and then realized belatedly that this person might be a little angry.

He is so smart, and he can somewhat understand the reason for this matter with a little brainstorming.But at this moment, in addition to the inexplicable feeling of "you and I don't even have a word on the matter, what kind of shanggang online are you playing for me here?", a very strange idea came up in Zhong Yuan's mind, thinking that this person would not speak when he was angry. The way he looks is more pleasing to him than usual.

...Is my taste so peculiar?Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his aesthetics might be a bit biased.

But at this time, the advantage of being good-looking is revealed.If it was replaced by those ordinary-looking guys who wanted to chase him with a stern face in the past, sulking and throwing their faces inexplicably here, even if they didn't send the other party to Santuchuan because of the professional ethics of not working and not doing it, with Nakahara Chuya's character, then It must also be sent to the hospital to lie down for a year or so.

Rather than like now, I really found a place to sit down according to the other party's words, and while I was puzzled in my heart, I still silently felt that this doctor was interesting.

Anyway, he is idle now, and there is no one to contact him urgently for the time being, so Mr. Killer simply sat on the side, and Fang Fei began to seriously reflect on when he changed his preferences.

After a while, a voice broke the silence in the room.

"Undress."

Nakahara, who was being bored and daydreaming, also lowered his head in a daze for a few seconds, then raised his head with a mentally ill expression, moved his lips and uttered a syllable: "Ah?"

I saw Osamu Dazai standing in front of him holding a roll of medical bandages, and a tray with antibiotic ointment and scissors on a low table beside him. Seeing that he didn't respond, the doctor with a blank face repeated it again in a cold tone. : "I told you to take off your clothes - your wound bandage needs to be changed every day, don't you have this kind of common sense?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt his scalp numb, and felt that the cold and forced "I'll let you take off your clothes" sounded like he was trying to force him to rape him, but the other party's expression was too serious, if he showed embarrassment and became angry, it would be against It seems unhealthy to think about yourself.

So I hesitated for a moment, and when Zhongya Nakahara reacted again, I found that I had subconsciously followed Osamu Dazai's words and simply took off the sweater, revealing the white bandage, the smooth muscle texture under the bandage, and the back Two nicely shaped butterfly bones on top.

This feeling made people somewhat uncomfortable, Nakahara Chu also lowered his eyes, feeling Dazai Osamu's gaze fell on his naked back, and the mentality of a bystander who just thought the situation was a little amusing couldn't help becoming irritable.

If you dare to take this opportunity to move, I will break your fingers one by one.He gritted his teeth in his heart, almost certain that this romantic doctor just wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble.

However, as if he wanted to fight against him, Osamu Dazai was unexpectedly serious in the whole process of removing the bandage, checking the healing status of the wound, and applying the medicine to replace the bandage. , so he involuntarily tensed his muscles slightly during the whole process, and when his cold fingertips inadvertently rubbed over the parts that were not covered by bandages during the inspection, a small piece of goose bumps would be aroused on his skin.

And Osamu Dazai didn't say a word, as if he didn't notice the abnormality of his patient, he slowly changed the new bandage, then stopped, and put his hand lightly on his back.

Nakahara Chuya moved his fingers.

He felt the slightly cold hand on his back use a little force to touch down the position of his spine step by step, the touch was slow and delicate, as if it carried a little erotic meaning of peachy sex.But Zhongyuan Zhong also was a little uncertain about the thoughts of the person behind him after a series of bandages just now. What if he was just checking whether the severe cut had hurt the spine?

Had to endure to let him touch.

And the result was just as he thought, the hand didn't stop until it touched from top to bottom, until it reached the position where it sank into the tailbone, and then Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and said flatly, "Well "He signaled that he could put on his clothes, and he returned to the table and sat down with his frigid abstinence, and continued to write his case analysis.

...So what the hell were you doing when you touched it just now? ? ? ?

Zhongyuan Zhongye sat for a while after putting on his clothes silently, feeling a little aggrieved, and finally stood up abruptly, and said stiffly, "I'm going out for a walk."

Osamu Dazai didn't raise his head: "Yes."

Hmm, do you know this word? !Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes vigorously, turned around and left the cardiac surgery room. When he left, there was a crisp "bang", which showed that the owner of the voice was not in a very good mood now.

The cardiac surgery room regained its silence.

Osamu Dazai stopped writing.

He stared at his fingers for a few seconds, and after a long time, he raised his eyebrows, and a silent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his hand to the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes and lightly kissed his fingertips that touched the back of the little Mr. Killer just now.

Mr. Killer, who has fallen into passivity without knowing it.