"Damn!"

Maori Kogoro angrily threw his fishing rod: "I can't even catch a boot!" Lie to me too much! ”

Fujino silently reminded on the side: "It seems that the rod is damaged, and I will pay 30,000 yen in compensation." ”

"Huh?"

Maori Kogoro was stunned, "Brother Fujino, do you mean 30,000 yuan?" ”

"Hmm."

Fujino nodded, "I saw it when I looked at the price list before. ”

Mori Kogoro looked down at the fishing rod that had been broken in his anger: "............"

In the end, Uncle Mori still paid 30,000 yen.

Not only the Air Force, but also 30,000.

Fishing for a lonely one!

When I drove back to Tokyo, he was still yelling that it must be a problem with the fishing rod, and that he would have to bring his own fishing rod next time.

…………

Afternoon.

After getting out of the car, Fujino was in no hurry to go home.

He took the baby turtle to several pet stores, found a sick bamboo rat, and went to a nearby pharmacy to buy a scalpel and some medical equipment to replenish his medicine arsenal before returning home.

"I'm back."

Fujino pushed open the door to the bedroom on the third floor.

"You're back."

Gray Yuan Ai was fishing and watching TV, and after hearing Fujino's voice, he said hello and walked over.

"Xiao Wai, you are home alone, what about Sister Mei?"

Fujino glanced around, "When I came up from downstairs just now, I didn't seem to see the store open. ”

"She's going to stock up."

Gray Yuan Wai explained, then looked at the little turtle that Fujino was holding in his hand, which was not yet the size of a palm, and wondered: "Where did such a small turtle come from?" ”

"I happened to be fishing in Shizuoka today......

Fujino thought about it, but in the end he didn't say anything about the boots, tires, yen, and other things he caught, and changed the topic: "By the way, Xiao Ai, do you want to raise it?" ”

"Pet ......"

Gray Yuan thought for a moment and nodded, "The words of the little turtle are also quite cute." ”

…………

At the same time, somewhere in Tokyo.

Gin, dressed in black, whispered to the vodka on the side, "Those who attacked our organization's stronghold, planted bombs on the organization's cars, and threatened us...... Is the investigation out? ”

"The other party is very secretive, but I still found out something."

Vodka sat aside, hands leaning on the bar, "That's an organization that uses animal names as code names, and they're the ones who are taking action against us this time...... As for all the actions, it must have been done by a man named [SNAKE]. ”

"Snakes?"

Gin pauses as he picks up his glass.

In his mind, he remembered the woman who kept teasing him and wore a fox mask.

What a damn one!

Disturbed by the painful images, Gin remembers the last time Belmode seemed to have mentioned the organization.

It seems that the woman must have some clues.

But since she came to Neon, she hasn't heard from her, and it's not appropriate for him to take the initiative to find it now.

Even if he starved to death with gin, jumped from here and was blown up, he wouldn't have gone to find that woman!

Gin's Dao heart was firm, and he asked the vodka on the side, "Have you found the stronghold of those guys now?" ”

"Not yet."

Vodka shook his head regretfully, "The other party is also quite powerful, and we can't be sure where the other party will be for the time being, but we can still find their peripheral members." ”

"Then go and ask their peripheral members."

Gin's face was gloomy: "After finding it, first find back the debt they owe...... See one kill one. ”

snatched the woman, killed the person he wanted to kill, and even dared to blow him up, and possibly cooperated with the man.

Is it true that his gin is soft persimmon?

…………

That night, the bathroom of Fujino's bedroom on the fourth floor.

Fujino placed a piece of gauze on the folded table and changed into a white coat.

Then he took out the Poké Ball and casually released the bamboo rat he bought during the day onto the gauze.

"Squeak!"

The bamboo rat let out a mournful cry.

Dragged his hind legs and struggled to crawl forward, his legs drooping behind him.

Fujino pulled out the anesthetic dart and stabbed it in the ass.

As the anesthetic effect took effect, the bamboo rat stopped moving.

Of course, this is not what he beaten.

When I bought it, the manager of the pet store said that this bamboo rat was imported from Vietnam, and because it couldn't adapt to the environment, it had severe enteritis.

Even if the medicine is used, there is no way to treat it, and it can only be [intestinal necrosis resection], but it is really not enough to ask a doctor for the sake of a bamboo rat.

So he had to wait for death in the store, and because of this, the price he sold to Fujino was very cheap, only 1,000 yen.

Isn't this a professional counterpart!

Fujino had just gained the knowledge to be able to perform surgery, and it happened that he had an intestinal resection.

The effect of the anesthetic dart is very good, and I can't wake up after sleeping for a while, and the nerves are paralyzed, which can reduce a certain amount of bleeding.

Just practice your hands.

Fujino pulled out the medicine box, took out saline from it, soaked the gauze, took out a scalpel and tweezers, and cut open the belly of the bamboo rat.

With the help of Eagle Vision, he soon discovered the necrotic intestine.

He took out the hemostat, clamped the two sections of the intestine to be cut off, put a small piece of gauze under the intestine, the knife fell up, the intestine was cut off, and some viscous flow onto the small gauze.

He then aligned the two intestines and brought them closer together, then took out the fine needle and thread and stitched them together.

Succeed with flying colors.

Fujino put all his belongings away, pulled out the Poké Ball, and put it inside.

It is difficult to do this kind of surgery alone.

Not to mention the bamboo rats.

To be honest, he still wasn't very sure.

As for whether you can live or not, it depends on creation.

…………

The next day, Monday, was the day of school as usual.

The timeline hasn't been normal for a long time.

Fujino washed up early in the morning, went out, and drove to school with Ai Shibara.

"Ahh......h

Gray Yuan snorted squeamishly, with a dark circle under his eyes, like a red panda.

She had been working on APTX4869 drug research last night and didn't go to bed until three or four o'clock in the evening, and now she got up early in the morning to go to school again......

"Didn't you sleep well yesterday?"

Fujino naturally saw this.

He asked her as he drove.

"Ah......h

Gray Yuan was a little shy, and his face changed invisibly, "Well, I really didn't sleep well last night, and I was a little sleepy." ”

"Do you need me to buy you some sleep aids?"

Fujino thought of Sleepy Black Tea, "I have a quick sleep aid drink in my hand, and it works very well. ”

"No need ......"

Gray Yuan thought about it, but still refused.

The research on the aptx4869 antidote is now almost complete, and with more efforts, a temporary antidote can be developed......

In that case......

Sending Gray Yuan Ai to Teidan Elementary School, Fujino came to Teidan High School alone in his school uniform.

"Naa! Seniors, is it true that there was a forced landing of a plane? ”

"That's amazing!"

"The news is all broadcast, how can this be fake? I heard that the local police even wrote a letter of thanks......

Fujino just came to the class and sat down.

The surrounding classmates gathered around and asked Fujino about the landing of the passenger plane a few days ago.

Fujino was a little speechless.

He doesn't like to be watched.

There's always a feeling of not being able to cope with it.

"Ahem! Hurry up and get me back to my seat! ”

Without Fujino looking up, he knew very well who it was.

It is the teacher of Ben Sanguo, the holy woman of the Iron Fist Daling who has no landing, Hiratsuka Jing!

Everyone suddenly felt a chill hit them, and without thinking too much, they all hurried back to their seats.

'This kid is getting more and more outrageous......

She sighed lightly, raised her head, and looked around at everyone: "About next month,Our school is going to hold a school festival.,Today's class meeting time is changed to the time to choose the theme activity of our class.,You think about it and say it yourself.,Vote before class.。 ”

"Maid Cafe!"

One of the two apes in the class stood up bluntly.

gave his own suggestions frankly, and successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"Maid café?"

Fujino thought about it, but he thought it was a good proposal.

It's not that I like maids.

Pure is like to drink coffee.

Well, that's it.

Maid Cafe! Maid Cafe!

Fujino thought to himself.

The school festival is a neon campus open day event, although it is not very common in reality, and sometimes it even seems a little deserted.

But it's often seen in Japanese comics, and it will be very lively.

At this time, each class or club will hold a booth, or an event, open a store, or perform a show.

The maid café, naturally, is also among them, count one share.

"If you want me to say, I think it's better for us to perform dramas."

Yuan Zi suddenly stood up at this time and proposed: "Only romantic love is suitable for such youth!" ”

After a pause, she mentioned again: "If you want to perform a drama, then Xiaolan must be the heroine!" According to my expectations, she will wear a long white dress and play the role of a princess! ”

Well, the demagogic effect of the garden is outstanding.

Soon the voting results came out, and this time the second-year B class was going to perform a drama.

Xiaolan is also a rare school flower in Didan High School, and she is quite popular.

Although no one dares to make a move because of the face of the detective who has disappeared for a while.

But in fact, the popularity is still one top one.

The girls were almost all supportive.

As for the boys...... It can only be said that there are still more traitors.

The frank two-thorn ape cried bitterly: "Go and explode now!" ”

Fujino abstained from voting on the spot.

Forget it, let's see if there are maid cafes in other classes then.

He has no interest in performing programs or anything.

It can only be said that he has passed that age.

Some things, maybe I have seen it, and I don't have the enthusiasm I had when I was young.

Rather than being a devotee, he is more inclined to spend money to get results.

Of course, it would be better if you could prostitute for nothing.

(End of chapter)