The young man by the window looked at him, and his voice seemed a little hoarse: "Are you asking me?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" Kudomoto was about to retreat again, but there was no way to retreat, so he could only meet the young man's gaze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The youth's eyes narrowed.

He glanced down at the blood on his body, touched his face again, as if he knew something, and smiled helplessly.

"Don't be so afraid of me. He waved his hand at Kudo, "I'm on the run right now, and I'm not in the mood for anything to do anything to you." ”

"Run, escape?" Kudo was stunned, and his face became more vigilant.

Originally, he still had the idea that "young people are just a special mental patient who came to Dr. Ken for treatment, after all, where are terrorists so easy to meet", but now hearing him say this, this hope is also dispelled.

This could be a very vicious character.

"That's right. The young man rolled his eyes and looked out the window at the trees, "The CIA people are chasing me closely, and I'm annoyed. ”

CIA？

When he heard this term, Kudo's pupils dilated slightly, and then he suddenly thought of something, and shifted his gaze to the other party's eyes in amazement.

Black eyes, with a familiar taste that he didn't expect.

"Black ...... Kurosawa Silver?" Kudo called out a name in disbelief.

"You recognize me. The other party grinned, "I thought my cross-dressing was good, but I didn't expect to be recognized by you, a little unconvinced." ”

Shinichi Kudo: "......"

After he froze in place for a full second, his face turned dark, and he rushed up directly and grabbed Kurosawa Gin's neck with both hands and shook it desperately.

"What the hell have you been doing lately, bastard! Do you know like this-"

Kurosawa Silver was almost suffocated by him directly.

Bang!

In the next second, Kudo Shinichi was thrown away by an over-the-shoulder throw, and his body almost didn't hit the desk, but fortunately, Kurosawa Silver pulled him again halfway, and he barely stood firm.

But Kudo was still dizzy.

"I'm sorry, don't do anything to me just yet. Kurosawa pulled at the collar, "The smell of blood makes me feel bad." ”

“...... Your blood?"

"Probably not, I don't feel anything. ”

Kudo's face was a little ugly: "You just mentioned the CIA, do you mean ......?"

"Probably. I just went to the CIA's spy network stronghold in Japan, and I was going to plant a bomb, but I was discovered, and I escaped after fighting and killing all the way. ”

Kudo hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Killed?"

"Not interested. Kurosawa Silver pursed his lips, and hurriedly added after finishing speaking, "In addition, it makes me very uncomfortable to hurt people and see blood, and I will be nauseous to the point of vomiting when I kill people and see corpses." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you faint at all. ”

"I brought contact lenses, black ones. Kurosawa Silver tapped under his eyes.

Kudo was inexplicably silent for a while.

Black contact lenses are meant not to faint from blood, or are they meant to cover the color of the real eyes?

It seems to have both.

He came back to his senses and was about to ask again, but Kurosawa had already bypassed him and walked away.

He stretched his waist, found the sofa in the office and sat down, put his hands behind his head, and lay on the sofa with his body tilted and closed his eyes: "Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, I'm so sleepy, sleep for a while, and trouble to wake me up at one o'clock." ”

"Hey-" Kudo turned around and looked at Kurosawa Silver with a black look on his face, "I said you sleep like this!

"Yes. Kurosawa Silver replied lazily, flipping over to the inside of the couch and burying his head in the soft cushion, "Dr. Ken's office." ”

"I know you're still so laid-back—"

"According to his regular routine, this is his lunch break, because of your interruption, he delayed falling asleep for a while, but it was all asleep, and I would just walk away before he woke up. ”

"You ......"

"Don't just waste time talking to me here, Kudo, you worked hard to come to Ken's office and anesthetize him and fall asleep, you can't dare to do anything next, right?"

Kudo was stunned.

Kurosawa Silver turned sideways, and glanced out at him with narrow eyes: "Go and do your own thing, don't bother me, I still have work to do, I need to rest." ”

"What's your job?" Kudo instinctively asked.

Kurosawa didn't speak.

His eyes closed again, and a slight snoring sounded.

Sleep so fast.

Kudo shook his head helplessly and turned away.

Ken, who had been shot by his anesthetic needle, was asleep in a chair, seemingly unable to wake up for a while.

Kudo's hand touched Ken's hair from top to bottom.

Ken was carrying all the things he was carrying, and he touched them all.

The other party didn't have much on him, a notebook, a wallet with broken change, a check, a bunch of keys, and nothing else.

"Hey, what's the matter, doesn't this guy even have a mobile phone?"

Kudo pushed all of these things onto the desk with an unhappy expression, but glancing at the white coat Ken had changed on, he figured out what was going on.

Maybe it's because this guy thinks that using a mobile phone as a communication tool in a hospital full of devices will affect the detection of the instrument.

It's quite responsible.

However, this has caused a lot of obstacles to his investigation.

Do you want him to go to the hospital parking lot to rummage through his phone? Not to mention that he doesn't know where Ken's car is, he will definitely be suspicious if he asks.

It's terrible.

Kudo rubbed his hair and looked depressed.

This added a lot of trouble to his investigation.

But soon, he calmed down, and he thought that even with these things he could find some information, and if he was disappointed negatively, he would have gained nothing.

He focused his attention on the huge check, the corners of his mouth grinning dangerously.

"It's kind of a mental damage fee. ”

Kudo quickly tore the check to shreds, threw it into the trash can next to his desk, and then looked back at the desk.

Naturally, he didn't need to check his wallet, he simply stuffed all the keys neatly into his pocket, and as for the notebook, he found an empty place to sit down and read it carefully.

The notebook was the size of a palm, and when it was opened, the first page was all blank, with only one name written in the bottom half of the right corner.

It wasn't written down in Japanese, but in ...... Chinese?

Kudo narrowed his eyes, turned another page, and then turned back, repeating the action.

Next, the notebook recorded all the medical information, not to mention the advanced knowledge in it, just say that all these materials are densely written in Chinese, which is enough for Kudo to be dizzy.

He was very sad to find that he could only read the images interspersed with the materials, and sometimes he could not even figure out what Ken had drawn.

"What the hell is this......

Kudo angrily threw the notebook on the desk, but when he saw the notebook fall to the ground, he still sighed, gradually calmed down, and bent down to silently pick up the notebook.

His eyes swept over the Chinese in his notebook, and he couldn't help but look at Ken who was sitting on the side.

The new information obtained through this notebook can only be determined that Ken will Chinese...... Not even the Japanese, but the Chinese.

But if you are Chinese, why do you have to deal with the CIA, which is headquartered in Langley, Virginia, and why did you come to Japan to use the name "Ken", which is not East Asian at all?

These questions deserve to be investigated.

But it was 108,000 miles away from the news he wanted to know, and he couldn't figure out those problems for the time being, so let these things go.

Kudo closed the notebook and put it back on his desk, reaching into his pocket and touching the key he had just gotten.

It seems that the only way to find Ken's car is in the form of a car key.

It's a bit of a waste of time, but it's nice to be able to find information.

Kudo's hand was taken out of his pocket again, but now there was a long thin rope in his hand, and he tightened the rope, walked over and tied Ken to the chair, and kicked the chair down behind the desk so that no one could see him through the doorway.

As for Kurosawa Gin, who was sleeping on the sofa...... Who cares about him!

"The effect of the anesthetic needle is XX minutes, I wasted X minutes just now, if I come back in Y minutes, I can come back before Ken wakes up...... Great, I'm in a hurry. Kudo walked out of the room briskly and closed the door in the hallway.

There was a sign hanging on the door of the office, which was Ken's habit.

Kudo glanced at the words "Lunch break, do not disturb" written on the sign and walked away quickly.