All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Ryunosuke Akutagawa bowed slowly.

Behind him are the tall buildings in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. The sun shines from the clouds and reflects on layers of glass, like a sparkling lake.

The waves of light refracted behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa like a wheel of light, outlining his figure in a pale golden outline.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has always been pure, black and white make up his whole body, even the lips that should have been colored are as pale as paper, but when other colors are stained with this pure color, the impact is even greater huge.

His body seemed to be softened by the light, exuding a rare docile breath, the bright red between his fingers was astonishingly dazzling, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but forget that the coughing man in front of him was the most ferocious dog in Hong Kong— — A person who once threatened to kill himself.

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, and the opened hand firmly supported Akutagawa Ryunosuke's shoulder.

"What's the matter with you? Were you injured during the mission?" Atsushi Nakajima approached, stretching his arms to help Akutagawa Ryunosuke wipe away the redness with his sleeves.

Akutagawa could no longer care about Atsushi Nakajima's actions. He was coughing so badly that his subordinates, who were guarding the entrance of the Ganghei Building, thought that something had happened from a distance, and approached with guns in their mouths, looking serious.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't raise his head, just stared at Akutagawa without blinking his eyes.

The crimson between the pale fingers slowly slid down, petal by petal fell to the ground, Atsushi Nakajima looked along the color, stunned for a long time, before he came back to his senses.

Flowers, petals?

It's not the imagined blood, but how can people spit out flower petals from their mouths?

Was it hit by the enemy's ability?

Nakajima Atsushi supported Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who knew that the other party seemed to be resisting, and turned to the other side, supporting the lamppost with one hand to stabilize his body.

"Don't, don't worry about it..." Akutagawa said intermittently, "I don't need you, you...cough cough cough..."

He said half a sentence and coughed half a sentence, but couldn't even utter a whole sentence.

Atsushi Nakajima pretended not to hear him because he couldn't speak, and continued to support him.

He is at odds with Akutagawa, but when he sees him like this, he can't bear it more than others. He has always been like this. It seems that the lonely and painful childhood in the orphanage has created a softer and stronger him. Kindness is his Even if you encounter ups and downs, you can't erase your natural nature.

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated, and behind him was the Hong Kong Hei Building. Let go now and hand over Ryunosuke Akutagawa to those people, and he will definitely get good treatment.

But he was also worried, what if Akutagawa got a fatal ability?

The best way is naturally to find Mr. Dazai, or go back to the detective agency and ask Dr. Yosano to help...

"Flower vomiting."

Just when Atsushi Nakajima was in a dilemma, Shinomiya Tsutomu, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly said, "The behavior of Akutagawa-kun is a symptom of flower vomiting."

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Shinomiya, you know what's going on!"

Si Gongshe also nodded to the Hong Kong gangsters who came over first, and gave a brief explanation. His identity as the leader of the guests was still engraved in everyone's minds. They turned their heads and saw that Renhu didn't make a move. Worried, most of their vigilance was withdrawn in their hearts, but the gun in their hands was not taken away, and it was still held in front of them.

Shinomiya Tsuru didn't care either, and Nakajima Atsushi didn't care either.

"Akutagawa-kun." Shinomiya Wataru also walked up to Akutagawa.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who gradually stopped coughing, straightened up, still covering his mouth with his hand, frowning tightly, he seemed to have forgotten to get rid of Atsushi Nakajima's hand, and looked up at the frail writer in front of him.

The writer's voice is clear and cold, with questions and calm concerns:

"Akutagawa-kun, who is your crush?"