[Comprehensive] The name of the examiner is Oda Saku

Odasaku has the habit of preparing first aid medicine at home.

Although he, who can't kill, is only worthy of doing some chores in the organization, but chores are not necessarily without danger.

At least he once had his arm scratched by his wife and lover who pounced on him at the same time when he was helping a philandering high-ranking person deal with an emotional dispute.Not to mention that occasionally a strong man will be caught to do some work such as dismantling duds or sneaking into the enemy's base camp to detect intelligence.

When people walk by the river, there are always times when their shoes get wet. Even Oda Saku cannot avoid being injured.

Of course, there are free doctors in the organization.But once Oda is hospitalized, Dazai, who has heard the news from somewhere, will definitely appear at his bedside on time, and then he will hold his chin in his hands and shake his legs, staring at him with a strange look of regret and envy. .

People like Dazai are unique and eye-catching at any time.He himself has long been accustomed to such attention, so he can still go his own way without any hindrance.But Odasaku, who was involved, had to accept several waves of "friendship" visits after Dazai left, who were either curious or unclear, or came here on purpose just to express their disdain for him.

Oda said that the injury has been very hard.Being forced to discuss with others how to get the favor of the cadres while being injured is absolutely hell.

So after several times of onlookers that made the entire spine stiff, Oda Saku decided that unless he was really dying, he would never go to the medical room inside the organization.But outside doctors—even black doctors without licenses—all ask for money.

To put it bluntly, the income of the port Mafiya is actually not low.Although Odasaku hates Mori Ogai very much, he also has to admit that as the leader, that person does not have the habit of defrauding employees. Even low-level members like Odasaku can get a good salary, allowing him to adopt five children.

But it is also because most of his salary is used by him to support his children. Odasaku spends very little on himself every month. Anyway, he does not have a strong desire to consume. He only needs a few decent clothes. Yes, for meals, as long as there is curry, I will be satisfied.

Under such circumstances, Odasaku didn't have much spare money to spend on seeing a doctor, so he simply learned how to treat wounds by himself. After a period of time like this, as long as the injuries were not too serious, he could handle them all. coming.

It is worth noting that the "less important" in Oda's concept includes gunshot wounds and basic sutures, and more precisely, the injury of the man in black is within Oda's ability.

Two skimming gunshot wounds on the right leg and left shoulder, and some scratches on the body from the exploding glass shards. The most serious is the penetrating wound on the left abdomen. The anticoagulant on the gun tip caused blood loss. The only thing that can be thankful is that the man seemed to dodge instinctively when he was shot. The shrapnel did not remain in his body, nor did he hurt any organs or major blood vessels.

Odasaku gave him phenetamine to stop the bleeding, and spent time doing wound debridement and anti-inflammation, and it was almost midnight when he finally pushed the glucose into the vein.

Odasaku staggered out of the room with his deflated stomach, but he didn't notice that the guest picked up by him suddenly grabbed the bedding under him after he left, and then his whole body seemed to be shocked. Everyone twitched.

Odasaku is chopping carrots in the kitchen.

All the izakayas around this time should be closed. Fortunately, there are curry cubes and carrots and potatoes that I bought when I went shopping in the supermarket in the refrigerator. Cooking curry for dinner is also very good.

He only went to the illegal association to find a child last night, and he slept all day today, and he has not eaten anything for more than 24 hours. Tian Zuo felt his stomach twitch faintly.

But at this moment, Odasaku felt the flow of air, he reached out his hand to grab the back almost without hesitation, swung the person behind him half a circle and then threw it on the edge of the marble countertop. The knife dropped, but the next moment, Odasaku's eyes widened in shock.

"……child?"

Unlike all the situations that Oda Saku imagined, what appeared in front of him was a boy who seemed to be only seven or eight years old.

The boy's height was not as high as the table top, and his whole body was wrapped in an oversized black windbreaker. His long silver hair was spread out, and the end of the long hair fell on the ground together with the hem of the windbreaker. Because his head was raised, his dark green eyes I don't know whether it's anger or the flickering lights burning inside.

Oda was silent.

The boiling curry in the pot was still rolling with a strong aroma, and two people, one big and one small, looked at each other in the kitchen.Odasaku was stunned for a while, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and lightly poked the boy's head.

Oda: ...

boy:……

The skin touched was warm, and even the boy's head moved slightly when he poked it.After confirming that he was not hallucinating because of being too hungry, Oda Saku raised his voice in surprise and asked, "Why did you become smaller?"

"You still dare to ask?!" The silver-haired and green-eyed boy stared at Odasaku fiercely with eyes like a ghost, and said almost word by word, "I should ask you what you gave me to eat!"

what did you eat?

No matter how dull Odasaku was, he could still think of the problem with the medicine. When he heard the question, he blinked, and then lightly tapped the boy's windbreaker pocket.

The boy was still staring at Odasaku, and reached into his pocket to find a glass bottle. The moment he saw that the bottle was empty, his [-]% guess was finally confirmed, and the boy smashed it to pieces. Bottle, when he looked at Odasaku again, his eyes were already full of murderous intent.

Gin was almost mad.

The destruction of the organization was actually not beyond his expectations.Perhaps from the time when the winery was only undercover and undercover, the destruction of the organization was already doomed.

Gin sometimes felt that he was on a giant ship sailing in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by rough waves, but the giant ship began to sink, and the dark sea water had soaked his feet.

There is no way to retreat, which is probably what the situation is like.

But there's nothing wrong with that.From the day he entered the organization, he was considered to be on a boat, and he would never be able to go ashore. No matter how far the boat travels, his life will be as long as it is. Life is life, death is death, and there is nothing else to say.

Gin lacks a natural reverence for life, and he doesn't think it's so precious whether it's his own or others'.Death was no stranger to him, on the contrary, they were old friends who couldn't be more familiar.

So when he collapsed in the alley, he didn't feel panic, the loss of blood and body temperature also brought him an indescribable tranquility.No matter whether the pursuers found him and killed him, or he just died silently in that dark alley, or someone suddenly appeared in front of him like Oda Saku, Gin Jiu was not surprised.

But no matter how many assumptions are made, in all conceivable situations, there is absolutely no option to "become a child".

He, Gin Jiu, the most feared killer of the Black Organization, turned into a child!

--Small!child!son! !

Qin Jiu glanced at the knife that fell on the ground, and was thinking about how to use it to stab the culprit's neck, when he was caught off guard and pushed gently.

"You go to the dining table and wait." The position where Gin was standing just blocked the rice cooker, so after Odasaku turned off the gas, he pushed the murderous child, and when he saw him looking over, he said solemnly: "I'm going to eat."