Beiyuan Nanfeng appeared in the ward, his body was covered in sweat, and his T-shirt was pressed on his body.

Although it was night, it was midsummer after all, and it was raining outside and the air was dull.

It was quite hot all the way.

but.

Even though he rushed over, his breathing was still calm, and his kicking door was still handsome and powerful. He even scared Shiori next to him so much that his shoulders shrank.

When Fujiwara Tibetan heard the sound, she showed an interesting expression, slowly lowered her legs, and looked at the door of the ward with the uncle of the social animal.

Kitahara Nanfeng walked into the ward, glanced at the uncle of the social animal first, then slowly moved upward, and looked at the Tibetans of Fujiwara.

"Ise Shrine Omiyaji?" Kitahara Nanfeng asked.

"Deputy Secretary Kitahara."

Fujiwara Tibetan shook his right arm again, cleaned up the serum stained on his hands, then stood up, looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, and greeted him peacefully.

but.

I don't know if it was intentional.

This time.

He still threw blood on Kaori Iwai's face.

Sitting on the ground, Kaori Iwai's body trembled, then looked at his father, turned his head and looked at Nanfeng Kitahara.

Her despairy expression.

Reflected in the eyes of the north wind in the north.

Kitahara Nanfeng was silent for a moment, rubbed his sweaty hair, and did not continue to pay attention to Fujiwara Tibetan, but came to Kaori Iwai, stood still, and asked softly:

"well enough?"

“…”

Kaori Iwai didn't say anything, but just raised his hands, grabbed his trouser legs, and clenched them tightly. Crystal tears slid down like pearls and hit the floor.

"It doesn't seem very good."

Beiyuan Nanfeng bowed slightly, pressed her head, then straightened his waist and looked at the uncle of the social animal again.

The uncle of the social animal leaned against the hospital bed, covered his abdomen with his right hand, and found that Beiyuan Nanfeng was watching.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately smiled flatteringly at Beiyuan Nanfeng, and then looked at his daughter.

The meaning is self-evident.

Even if they are almost dead.

He still thought about his daughter.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked away silently and looked at the flat-headed clergy not far away, and the Omiyaji in Shiori's mouth.

"Deputy Chief of the Beiyuan Nanfeng."

Fujiwara Tibetan and Kitahara Nanfeng looked at each other, still smiling: "You are here just right."

"Oh? Just right?" Nanfeng Beiyuan had no expression on his face.

"This is Yutaro Iwai."

Fujiwara Tibetan turned sideways slightly, pointed at the uncle who was slumped by the hospital bed, and introduced: "The wild dog is fleeing, and according to the information, he may also be involved in a violent organization."

"The one next to you."

The Tibetans of Fujiwara pointed to Kaori Iwai beside Kitanhara Nanfeng: "Kaori Iwai is fleeing wild dogs and intends to conceal his identity, suspecting he wants to engage in illegal activities and subvert the government."

Kaori Iwai heard him.

The little hand holding Beiyuan Nanfeng's trouser legs was getting harder.

Even the nails were embedded in the calf flesh of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng's expression remains unchanged, and he just asked, "So what?"

"Go on."

Fujiwara Tibetan spread his palms and said righteously: "Keihara Nanfeng, you are the deputy director of the Countermeasures class, right? Their responsibilities include hunting and hunting wild dogs. So now, please do your duty and kill these two people on the spot. As for the nonsense you said about stomping my head and sending it to Ise Shrine, I won't pursue it."

“…nonsense?”

Beiyuan Nanfeng asked back, spread the "device", then stretched out his right hand, slowly took out two test tubes containing scarlet liquid from the void beside him...

Then, he opened the plug of one of the test tubes on his own and smiled, "Nothing is nonsense. I just told the truth. As long as you step on it, I will stamp your head and then send your head to Ise Shrine... Of course, I won't do this now."

Fujiwara Tibetan smiled.

"Don't get me wrong."

Kitahara Nanfeng raised his other hand and interrupted the Fujiwara Tibetan who wanted to speak. He raised the test tube, raised his head, and drank the scarlet liquid inside. He continued: "What I said now is not that I will not stomp your head, but... I will not send your head to Ise Shrine so simply. I will save your head well, and then find a rope and hang it on Torii of Ise Shrine, so that your colleagues can pay tribute to your fear before you die."

When Fujiwara Tibetan heard the words of Nanfeng from Kitahara, his face was as deep as water and he was silent for a while.

He suddenly laughed, tilted his head and stared at Kitahara Nanfeng not far away: "Does Deputy Director Kitahara Nanfeng mean to neglect his duties? As Omiyaji, the Ise Shrine of the country's peak shrine, I may not be able to see if you neglect your duties so much. And I have reason to suspect that you are involved with the wild dogs present, and that is the undercover agent who is placed in the countermeasure class."

"That's right."

Beiyuan Nanfeng threw down the empty test tube and stopped his hand in the air. After a while, he opened the plug of the second test tube and nodded slightly and said, "I have been involved with these two wild dogs, and I have a deep connection."

A hint of astonishment flashed in Fujiwara Tibetan's eyes, as if he didn't expect Kitahara Nanfeng to admit it.

"I know what you want to do."

Nanfeng Beiyuan took a deep breath, raised his head suddenly, poured the liquid from another bottle of test tube into his mouth, then threw the test tube down, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's just that I want to kill me... and kill it reasonably, but what I hate the most is someone like you who are a bitch and want to set up a archway. If you want to fight, you still have to fight and do so many tricks."

"The reason why I still stand here and don't take action is because I'm waiting for the spirit to recover. What are you waiting for?... Waiting for death? Well--"

The ‘tool’ expands again.

The narrow and gorgeous knife was suddenly pulled out of the "device".

Refractive cold light.

Lighting up a cold face.

"—Since you're waiting to die, then tell me, how do you want to die?"

Boom.

Outside the window.

Outside the carving.

The thunder sounded suddenly.

Then a white light suddenly appeared.

Summer capricious thunderstorms.

It suddenly hit.

Beiyuan Nanfeng carried the knife and took a step forward.

Dongdong.

The dull heartbeat sound.

In the ward, everyone heard it clearly.

The thunder that had just dropped seemed to penetrate into his chest and was surging and echoing.

Dongdong.

The heart beats again,

Blood rushes in the body.

The blood in the right ventricle is pumped out, into the lungs, the blood in the left ventricle is pumped out, into the major artery, and then to various organs throughout the body.

The skin begins to become hot and the body temperature begins to rise.

"call……"

Beiyuan Nanfeng twisted his neck, and a red light radiated from the corners of his eyes. He took another step and then disappeared.

Next second.

In the shocked gaze of the Tibetan Fujiwara.

A figure stood in front of him.

Appeared silently.

It's like it comes out of thin air.

Beiyuan Nanfeng lowered his head, his muscles were tight, and his clothes and hair were clattering in the windless ward.

Fujiwara Tibetan was stunned for a moment and immediately wanted to raise his hand.

But he had just had this idea.
To be continued...