Takuya Aramura suddenly felt unwell, and the six women were no longer in the mood to continue to stay in the izakaya.

"Takuya, why don't you go back and rest?" Rino Tanaka leaned over Takuya Aramura in a duck sitting position, pinched the corner of his clothes and pulled it twice.

"No, I'm fine now." Takuya Aramura shook his head, picked up the wine glass on the table, and poured a large sip into his mouth, "And the sake of this shop owner is not bad, I want to drink two more glasses." ”

"Hey!" As soon as Sakura Rinne heard this, two eyebrows immediately stood up, "You guy, hurry up and give me home, look at you now, you still want to drink!" ”

Takushi Aramura didn't say anything, just tilted his head, looked out the window, and said as if asking, "It's not snowing today?" ”

"What's the snow?" Junri Uchida also looked over, "Isn't it cloudy today?" And the minimum temperature is 4 degrees Celsius, so how can it snow? ”

"4 degrees..."Takuya Aramura muttered, "Isn't it minus 4 degrees..."

"-4 degrees?" Sakura Rinne was stunned for a moment, took out her mobile phone from her clothes pocket, and confirmed, "Were you dazzled when you got up today to look at the weather?" Still not wearing glasses? ”

Takuya Aramura was silent for a moment, then put down his wine glass, "Well, it should be dazzling, it's 4 degrees... It's 4 degrees... It's not minus 4 degrees..."

4 degrees and minus 4 degrees is just a minus difference, and it's not uncommon to see it wrong...

Well... That's right... With a temperature of 4 degrees, how can it snow...

"Aramura-kun, do you have a fever?" Taneda Risa stretched out a hand and put it on his forehead, then let go and put it on Takuya Aramura's forehead, "No... The temperature is normal..."

Takuya Aramura raised his arm, grabbed her wrist and put it down, "I'm fine, it's just that I was sleepy and had a dream after falling asleep." ”

He had too many doubts about that dream.

Those conversations that sound like they're going on surgery... Who are they operating on? What kind of surgery was performed?

And that vague figure, who is he? Obviously, there is an unusually strong sense of familiarity with him, and he doesn't recognize it already? Why can't I think of it inexplicably?

And, most importantly, why did these things appear in his dreams?

One question after another lingered in Takuya Aramura's mind, making him puzzled.

He was a little tired.

I'm tired of thinking about problems, and I'm tired of explaining to these women... Also, it feels tiring to sit cross-legged with nothing to lean on.

So, he relaxed, propped his palms down, and leaned back, trying to re-engage his back with the wall.

Clang~

Takuya Aramura's fingers flicked something like a bowstring.

The strings of what appear to be some kind of stringed instrument.

Its sound is interesting, rustic and melodious.

Taku Aramura didn't look at it immediately, but guessed in his heart.

He guessed it was the shamisen.

Then, he looked down.

It's really true.

With a square case and a slender stem, isn't this the shamisen?

Takushi Aramura didn't know much music, let alone how to play the shamisen, so he gently plucked the thickest string on the stem with his fingernails when confronted with the instrument that might have been left behind by the owner of the izakaya.

Boom~

This seems to be the lowest note, right?

Let's describe it... It's like... It's like a heartbeat...

Well, that's probably too abstract.

Then, Takuya Aramura began to stir the strings of the shamisen at an unfast and slow pace amid the chatter of several women, his lips slightly open and closed, and he counted silently without making a sound.

1… 2… 3…

42… 43… 44…

Exactly a full minute.

44… 44/min… Heart rate: 44/min...

So, what is blood pressure?

Takuya Aramura was stunned for a moment.

"Huh—" he lowered his head and scratched the bridge of his nose.

Wrong... That's not right... It's just a dream, why do I always think about it?

When he was distressed, Takuya Aramura raised his wine glass and put it to his lips and took a sip.

It is bland and tasteless, and the taste is completely different from the taste just drunk.

Anyway, don't drink it...

Thinking so, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The women were still chattering.

It's a bit noisy, and it's full of noise, but I have to admit that even if it's noise, if it's made by several beautiful girls, it doesn't seem so unacceptable, not to mention that they are talking about it with their own hearts.

It's so vulgar, Aramura-kun.

You're right, but aren't men just vulgar creatures?

After waiting for a few minutes, when several women had finished saying what they should or shouldn't say, Takuya Aramura stood up with one hand on the floor, and then set his eyes on Mao Mi Ryumi, who had been kneeling next to him and hadn't said a word in the meantime.

She is a strong person, but she behaves so obediently in the face of him, she will not say anything, she will only stand silently beside him, paying attention to him.

Suddenly, Takuya Aramura heard a "beep-to-to-to" sound outside the window.

Is this the whistle of an ambulance?

Several women seemed to have surrounded him even more tightly because of what had just happened.

Takuya Aramura smiled dumbly, and asked instead, "Why is there an ambulance sound?" ”

The women looked at each other.

"Takuya... Are you really okay? Rino Tanaka bit her lip, and the worry in her expression was even worse, "This izakaya we are in is opposite the Tokyo Hospital affiliated to Tokai University... Isn't it normal to have the sound of an ambulance..."

Takuya Aramura lost his mind for a moment, and his face was thoughtful.

Some scholars have said that the function of dreams is to eliminate long-term or fragmented information that is not needed...

That building, he'd seen it...

I see, I see...

So, what about the figure?

What's going on with him?

Yes... Can't go on thinking about it anymore...

Besides, it's time to go back.

"Cold Spring," Takuya Aramura called.

"Senior?" Mao Mi of Cold Spring moved her steps lightly and looked at him with a serious and worried gaze.

"I'm a little drunk..."Takuya Aramura, who was drinking a lot of alcohol, held his forehead, and his tone was as vague as a whisper, "Call someone who hasn't drunk to drive me back in my car, thank you..."

"No need to call anyone else." Cold Spring Mao smiled and relaxed, her originally slightly nervous expression relaxed a lot, "I told Aoi Qiu in advance and told her not to drink, just let her send it." ”

"Hah..."Takuya Aramura snorted, "You're still more reliable." ”

…

On the road, a white Toyota SUV is moving at a steady pace.

Mutsu Aoiaki, who acted as the driver, quietly held the steering wheel and drove the car, while the other five women were all crowded into the back seat.

Rino Tanaka and Junri Uchida dozed off together, and Risa Taneda, who was sitting in the middle of the five, looked at the passenger seat with her eyes tight, and Rinne Sakura, who was drinking again, fell directly on the chest of Mao Mi Cold Spring, who was not pleasing to her eyes, and Mao Mei Cold Spring frowned slightly, as if she was a little disgusted.

In the passenger seat, Takuya Aramura also fell asleep again.

In his sleep, he faintly heard a few more human voices...

"Patient in cardiac arrest..."

"Stop the operation and take first aid measures..."

Gradually, the voices became smaller and smaller... And that figure, too, is getting farther and farther away...

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