Natsume's Little Mister

"Alright, everyone should disperse as the teacher said, and get rid of these curse spirits as soon as possible. There will be no problems with my teacher and umbral here."

Natsume felt more and more curse spirit breath in the tent, and made a decisive decision.

The monsters looked at each other, nodded and dispersed.

In the blink of an eye, Natsume, Madara, and a silly umbral were left in the ward.

The air was filled with the rancid smell of the exorcism of the curse spirit, and the noise caused by the power outage came from outside the door.

The curse spirit crawled out from the darkness and flocked to the fresh blood.

Race against the clock.

Natsume frowned, and his soft facial features showed a different seriousness and solemnity than usual. He quickly put on his coat and walked towards the morgue in the worst-hit area on the first floor of the basement.

On his side, Madara turned into a prototype to protect his left and right sides, and the umbral hid in his shadow to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

All the way down, the swarming curse spirits were blocked from the eighteenth floor to the first floor, and Natsume wiped them out one by one without changing his face, walking through the courtyard, behind him in the light blue isolated space, one after another A mantra exploded into a firework.

The light blue light of the spell is like a galaxy, twisting and winding, flowing down to the ground.

A quarter of an hour later—

The battle was over and the tent was untied.

The various forces that found something wrong came one after another.

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After the unexpected overtime, Natsume came out of the stairwell on the first floor with his coat in his hands, coughing.

Forced to work overtime at eleven o'clock in the morning, running from the [-]th floor to the first floor, and having to exorcise a lot of curse spirits, it was really unfriendly for a patient like him.

After he escaped from the tense atmosphere, he realized that his body was very tired.

There was a suffocating rancid smell in the air. He lowered his head and sniffed, the coat he was wearing seemed to be soaked in the smell.

Natsume pinched his nose, propping his sore body around in the hall on the first floor, trying to throw away his coat.

He remembered that there were trash cans here.

The medical record room on the first floor of the inpatient department had already been off work. After the power outage, it was pitch black and quiet, as if there was no one alive except Natsume who was looking for the trash can.

Suddenly, there was a "creak" sound at the door, and the sound of the glass door rubbing against the floor tiles broke the silence.

A strong beam of flashlight shone in from outside, hitting Natsume's face just right.

Natsume raised his hand reflexively to cover the light, and squinted towards the door.

Is it property?he guessed.

Behind the light beam, a black figure wearing a hat could be faintly seen.

"Da da da" The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground is from far to near, unhurried, with a strange sense of oppression, as if an ancient beast is slowly approaching with careless steps.

"Who?" Natsume asked towards the light source. The dark and empty atmosphere reminded him of the murder scene in the criminal investigation drama unconsciously.

The other party did not answer.

Natsume lowered one hand and placed his fingers by his side to make a mudra.

At this moment, the sound of electricity rushing through the ceiling, and a dazzling brightness appeared before the eyes.

There is a call.

In the bright light, Natsume could see who was coming——

Wearing a port Mafia's characteristic black suit, dark red shirt, silver-gray vest, plus a black coat with its own aura, ochre-haired blue eyes, and a black gentleman's hat on his head, it is particularly eye-catching It is the unruly and lustful choker on the neck and the black straps crossed at the neckline.

A contradictory atmosphere mixed with gentlemanly British style and unruly wild style, full of male hormones.

It's just that the other party destroyed his high-level sense in Natsume's heart as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing out at night without sleeping? Feed the monsters." The tone was fierce, but the content was kind.

Sure enough, it is the conscience of Mafia at the port. According to legend, Mafia will bless the old lady crossing the road.Natsume sighed.

He recognized that the person was Chuya Nakahara, the strongest cadre at the port, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met this cadre - when he just came to Yokohama from Tokyo, what greeted him was a car explosion. The car that exploded, exploded, belonged to this cadre.

"It's okay, go back quickly." Zhongyuan Zhongye urged again ferociously when he saw that the young patient on the opposite side had not moved.

He came here this time to find the mysterious super magician at the order of Chief Sen.

It's a pity that after he discovered the situation here, he searched all the way, but he didn't meet anyone suspicious, except for this strange patient in front of him.

Could it be him?Central Plains also thought.

Judging by the other party's sickly appearance, it shouldn't be.

Judging from Chuya Zhongya's many years of physical training, the other party has a physique that is not diligent in limbs and neglects exercise.

The doubts in Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart decreased a little, and his sharp eyes softened a little.

"Mr. Nakahara, long time no see." Natsume greeted Nakahara Chuya with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the young-looking kid in front of him knew him, and Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, and then carefully observed the other person's face.

Somewhat familiar.

"You are?" Zhong Yuan asked in confusion.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, don't you remember? Four years ago, a car exploded in an accident. You saved me."

four years ago?The car exploded?

Nakahara also remembered this incident. Osamu Dazai had just defected and planted a bomb in his car before leaving. Fortunately, he had a keen intuition and quick reaction, and jumped out of the car a second before the explosion. In my impression, it seems that I have indeed saved a child.

Is that the boy in front of you?

"It's you." Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly realized that the doubts in his heart dissipated immediately.

It was rumored that the super conjurer had been in Yokohama for four years, and the boy in front of him, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old four years ago, was rescued by him.

Impossible impossible.

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled to himself that he was too worried, and let go of the suspicion in his heart.

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感谢在2020-11-2901:38:05~2020-11-3001:05:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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