I saved the world after jumping backwards

Xuebu left the chief's office, greeted the black lizards who were still waiting at the door, and took the elevator downstairs.

Xuebu stared at the jumping floor numbers, feeling a little scared in his heart.

He had just lied in front of Mori Ogai, and he was already planning to defect. He knew the rules of the Mafia port, and he also knew that defecting meant that he would become enemies with Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya.

To be honest, based on his understanding of Mr. Mori, he didn't think he would completely believe what he said because of his temperament, but it would be enough to survive these two days.

When he arrives in Russia, no matter how long the hand of Mafia at the port is, he won't be able to move in the territory of the house rat of death.

There was some cold sweat on his back, and his fingers were a little cold. Fortunately, Mr. Sen didn't keep him too long. He is really not used to lying.

The elevator stopped on the 10th floor. With a ding sound, the two-leaf door opened automatically, and a smell of formalin came over us. This is the infirmary of the Hong Kong-Hei Building. Xuebu had been here a few times before due to injury Second-rate.

Standing at the door of the elevator was a black-haired boy dressed in jet black, who was carrying a small white bag, in which a few rolls of bandages could be vaguely seen.

He stood there without moving, his gaze as sharp as a knife blade.

The silver-haired boy took two steps back and called out his name: "Ryunosuke..."

Because no one was sensed coming in, the elevator dinged and closed slowly. At this moment, a black shadow quickly struck and blocked the slowly closing door.

"Creak—" The elevator car door made an overwhelmed sound, and then bounced open to both sides.

The black-haired boy walked into the elevator unhurriedly. He didn't seem to notice that Xuebu called his name just now, and he also regarded the boy standing in front of him as air.

Akutagawa walked to the corner of the elevator, leaning his back against the car, couldn't help covering his lips with his hands, and coughed twice.

The silver-haired boy pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

The elevator door finally closed again, and in the square space where there was only Xuebu alone, there was an extra person breathing with some depression.

Xuebu was a little worried, because there was something wrong with Akutagawa's situation, his breathing was too heavy, and when he passed by him just now, he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood, "Ryunosuke... Are you injured?"

Akutagawa lowered his head and folded his hands on his chest as if closing his eyes and resting his mind, but his slightly furrowed brows meant that he had indeed heard Xuebu's words.

His head is hurting and dizzy now, the wound on his chest seems to be opening, and most importantly, he doesn't want to talk to this liar at all.

So hurry up and get down to the first floor, the elevator!

Probably the elevator responded to his inner call. The originally bright lights dimmed in an instant, and the elevator stopped on the 8th floor with a click, and it seemed that it had no plans to operate again for the time being.

This sudden change caused the two people who were still in the elevator to be forced by the sudden stop of the elevator. They only felt the floor bouncing up, almost subconsciously, Xuebu immediately leaned on the elevator car and held him up. Auxiliary handrails in the car.

And beside him, the black-haired boy had just been thrown into a corner, and "Rashomon" supported the floor, barely maintaining his balance.

"Are you okay?" Ryunosuke asked worriedly. He touched the edge of the metal wall and came to Akutagawa's side, but was forced back by the impatient stare.

Xuebu withdrew his hand that was about to reach out. He leaned against the wall, came to the emergency button, and said softly: "The elevator is broken, and it may not recover for a while. Let's try to talk to the outside first. Let's get in touch..."

He pressed the emergency button for help, and the maintenance department of Hong Kong and Hei was quickly connected. The staff's comforting voice came from the microphone. They left instructions to let them stick to the wall and not to move around, and then hung up. Cut off the phone.

After the call was over, the elevator returned to silence again, and the state where neither of them spoke made Akutagawa's gradually heavy breathing more obvious.

In the silence, Xuebu spoke first, "Ryunosuke, would you like to sit down and rest for a while?"

"Ryunosuke Ryunosuke has been yelling non-stop, do you know me very well?" The black-haired boy finally spoke, his ruthless words were full of hostility towards Yukipo, "Don't talk to me anymore... ..."

This passage seems to have exhausted all his strength, he has reached the limit.

The wound he suffered in the morning had been stretched open, not to mention that he lost his strength and fell into the sea. The high fever caused by the wound infection couldn't be worse than the current state.

Even though he was leaning against the corner to share the weight of his body, his legs had already begun to disobey. Gradually, the ability to support him failed. Although he gritted his teeth and wanted to persevere, he was still going smoothly. Sliding to the ground along the wall.

The hated guy saw this weak and humiliated appearance, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, he was so ashamed and angrily wished to use "Rashomon" to make a hole under his feet immediately!

The sound of cautious footsteps approached, and a cold hand was pressed against the boy's forehead, so cold that he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"It's so hot...you have a fever." Xuebu said, and sat down beside him.

Akutagawa stared at him with difficulty, "Don't be with me..."

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired boy took a deep breath, and his usually gentle and delicate face showed a little annoyed expression, "When are you still talking about this, why don't you think about your own body?"

Akutagawa's eyes widened, he was stunned speechless, his throat was a little itchy, he coughed twice, and couldn't help pressing the corner of his forehead against the cold steel wall.

"Ryunosuke, give me the bag."

The silver-haired boy didn't care about the cold face of the other party at all, and stretched out his hand towards him naturally. After the other party didn't respond, he directly took the bag containing the medicine and bandages from the other party's hand.

He moved closer to Akutagawa, the tip of his nose moved slightly, the bloody smell on the black-haired boy's body intensified, and the bloody smell was even worse near the shoulders. Although Akutagawa was wearing a black coat on the outside, the white shirt inside might have suffered. .

"Ryunosuke, I'm going to treat your wound." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Akutagawa's coat.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's body was tense, and when Yukibu touched him, he almost trembled for a moment. He belatedly wanted to grab the opponent's hand, but because of dizziness and Yukibu's movements were too fast When I realized it, half of the carrier of the "Rashomon" that I depended on for a living had been taken off.

"Snow!" Akutagawa grabbed the opponent's hand in a fit of embarrassment, his pale and handsome cheeks were blushing due to anger or a high fever, "Don't touch me!"

Xuebu's dissuasion to the young man seemed unheard of, as if he had been ignored at the beginning, he quickly untied Akutagawa's shirt with his hands and feet, and as expected, the wound on his shoulder had burst open.

Akutagawa's body was very thin, his skin was pale, and this wound was too hideous, it lay across the young man's shoulder, and even the flesh and blood inside could be seen.

Xuebu took out the medicine from the bag, and carefully treated the wound for him. He was not professional in wound treatment, so he could only do his best to lighten his movements so as not to let Akutagawa feel the pain.

If Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew what he was thinking, he would probably sneer again, but Akutagawa is too weak at this time, let alone resist with "Rashomon", he is struggling to even blink now.

The bandages were tied round and round on the young man's thin shoulders, Xuebu was a little lost in thought, was Ryunosuke so thin before?Why does it feel like his illness is getting worse?Did Mr. Dazai really treat him well?

He asked the question unknowingly, and at this moment, Akutagawa, who was still weak, suddenly squeezed his wrist, "Don't say..."

"Ahem...I won't allow you to speak ill of Mr. Dazai!"...Following a few suppressed coughs, the black-haired boy leaning against the wall raised his head, his brows were tightly frowned, and his inorganic black eyes There is a raging rage hidden in it.

Seeing the young man's astonished expression, Akutagawa couldn't help frowning, and felt even more annoyed, "What kind of expression do you have..."

"You...traitor." With his hands in the pockets of his black coat, he turned to face Xuebu, and asked angrily, "You betrayed Zixia and Yin before, and now you still want to betray the port Mafia?! "

"I……"

Xuebu was speechless, what he said was the truth, but his silent appearance irritated the young man in front of him even more, Akutagawa pushed him away, the dark coat was attached with supernatural powers, and he opened his teeth and claws as if he had been given life.

"Talk... do you want to fool me again?" He pressed Xuebu to the ground and asked in a hoarse voice.

The black beast formed by "Rashomon" enveloped the two of them, Akutagawa bent down slowly, and Yukibu could even feel his heavy and moist breath hitting the side of his neck.

A sharp pain hit, and the silver-haired boy exclaimed, he never thought that Ryunosuke Akutagawa would treat him like this.

He was bitten.

The boy's sharp canines touched the skin on the side of his neck, grinding them one by one. The feeling of being controlled by a predator made Xuebu's body feel goosebumps.

So fragrant...

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought drowsily.

It was exactly the same as in the dream.

But at the same time, Akutagawa felt annoyed.

why?He obviously hated being touched by others, but when Xue was close to him, his heart beat fast, and he was jumping with joy every second.

He came to the conclusion that snow is special to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

But why? !

Why can he manipulate his heart as he pleases!

His eyes were red, and he couldn't help but increase his strength. When his tongue tasted the sweet and hot blood, the boy's hoarse throat couldn't help letting out a satisfied sigh.

The silver-haired boy let out a painful cry under his body, but he satisfactorily pressed his lips against the wound bitten out by him.

Xuebu half-closed his eyes in pain, he felt his neck was bitten, and was about to push away this vindictive young man, but the next moment, his body froze.

"Oh! Ryunosuke!" He groaned uncontrollably.

Moist itching and tingling hit at the same time, Akutagawa, who was buried in his neck, raised his head, his lips were red with his own blood, and a transparent silver line was connecting the corners of his lips and his neck .

Akutagawa wiped off the blood and saliva from the corner of his lips with the thumb of his right hand, and there was a trace of satisfied pleasure hidden in his eyes besides indifference.

"This is, punishment."

He said lightly.