Chapter 825 Drunk, Hospital

The progress of the organization's investigation against Kiel was somewhat beyond Nobuhiro's expectations. Although it was generally in line with his plan, this feeling of being forced to turn from active to passive still made him very unhappy.

At night, Nobushige returned to Asano's house where he was alone.

The house was large and empty, and the soft moonlight shone quietly, but it was unable to calm the irritability in his heart.

Nobuhiro didn't know what was bothering him.

He didn't turn on the light, felt in the dark and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, then put down a glass, and then sat alone in the living room. His eyes were facing the moonlight outside the window, and behind him was the bottomless darkness, just like every day for the past four years.

The moment the wine entered his mouth, Nobuhiro suddenly realized that he had actually taken a bottle of rum. You know, he has so much wine, but only one bottle of rum.

What kind of weird luck is this? Could it be that the great will of the world is reminding him of something?

Nobushige has always felt that he is a person with a strong heart. Ever since he went deep into the darkness alone four years ago, he has gradually disguised himself as a strong and indifferent face. But with the arrival of Conan's first year, and as more and more important people appeared around him, he actually began to have the special emotion of loneliness.

Ahhhhh, this can’t be done!

Nobuhiro drank glass after glass of rum, letting the sweet liquid sink into his throat and letting the fragrant aroma fill his mouth and nose. Gradually, Nobuhiro's breath took on the smell of alcohol.

He felt like he was a little drunk, and his excellent alcohol capacity was simply vulnerable to his bad mood.

The man put down his wine glass and fell asleep on the soft cushions of the sofa.

In the night, the mobile phone he threw aside flickered with a bright blue light, then went out again.

Good night, brother Jingguang - Hong Shu.

…

Nobuhiro was awakened by stomach cramps. When he woke up, his hands were subconsciously covering his abdomen. In addition to the smell of fermented wine, there is also a strong sour taste in the mouth, which is the result of gastric acid reflux through the esophagus.

He quickly got up, got into the bathroom, lay on the toilet and vomited.

It's just that he didn't eat much in the first place, and what he vomited was basically stomach acid. But spitting it out is more comfortable than holding it in.

Xinfan took a glass of water and rinsed his mouth, then leaned tiredly against the door frame, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with his current state.

Yes, he was a little emotionally unstable today. After flirting (not) with Belmode for a long time and fighting wits, I reluctantly stuffed myself with a macaron and an egg tart, and drank half a bottle of rum when I got home at night. But Nobuhiro knows his physique very well. He has been exercising all year round and he will never be like this after a few mouthfuls of desserts and half a bottle of wine.

Immediately afterwards, Xinfan suddenly felt a violent dizziness, like a summer storm coming at a moment's notice, attacking his brain in an instant, making his steps unsteady and unable to stand firmly.

Nobushige quickly held on to the cabinet and groped his way back to the living room.

He realized that he was in urgent need of help, but although he had many friends, there were few who he could safely call for help.

He wasn't sure what was wrong with his body. It would be okay if he was just drunk. He had received professional training and would not talk nonsense in his sleep. But if it is for some other unspeakable reason, involving innocent people is harming them.

And it is also easy to reveal one's identity.

Nobushige finally collapsed on the sofa, and at that moment he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. But at the same time, he found that he had new symptoms. His face was frighteningly hot, his heart was beating loudly, and even if he did nothing, he could clearly hear the sound in his chest.

Angina pectoris, which had been absent for a long time, appeared soon after. It was as if someone had hit his heart with a hammer, and the pain made him sweat on his forehead.

The phone lit up slightly, and Hiroki's voice came out: "Brother Jingguang, what's wrong with you?"

He was resting - no doubt, the code also needs regular polishing and maintenance - but the sound of Xinfan falling heavily on the sofa woke him up.

"Hiro..." Nobuman opened his mouth to speak, but then he realized that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly express clear words.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, trying to make a sound: "Hiroki, send a message to Gin."

"Gin?" Hiroki was stunned, surprised that he had received such an instruction.

Even if he didn't know what was wrong with Nobuhiro, Hiroki knew that Nobuhiro was in urgent need of medical treatment just by looking at Nobuhiro's poor condition and his extremely hoarse voice.

How can I find gin at this time? The guys in that organization are all very scary. What if they take advantage of others' danger and harm brother Jingguang?

Hiroki definitely doesn’t want this to happen!

He tried very hard to persuade: "Why should you send a message to Ginjiu? Wouldn't it be better to contact Fangya Rei? I just checked and found that Ginjiu is an hour and a half drive away from you. Even if he is racing with vodka, he will definitely not We may arrive within an hour. And Fangtani Rei is less than two kilometers away from you, so even walking is faster than Gin."

"Send a message to Gin," Nobutushige insisted, "unless you want me to die."

Hiroki immediately fell silent.

Woohoo, brother Jingguang looks so scary.

No matter which angle you analyze it from, Jiangu Ling is the best choice. Why is Brother Jingguang not willing? Is Jianggu Ling some kind of scourge that will eat Brother Jingguang as soon as he comes?

Hiroki resignedly sent a message for help to Gin. He tried his best to imitate Mezcal's tone, trying not to trouble Nobushige, who was already uncomfortable with such a small problem.

So Gin, who was busy dealing with the pile of work, suddenly received an email:

[Mezcal: Yoneka Town 2-chome 20, come and pick me up. ]

Gin: "???"

Mezcal's head was squeezed by the door. What's wrong with him at night?

But they are colleagues after all, and they are on a united front. When Mescal is not going crazy, it is quite comfortable to work together. So Gin finally sent him a message back with a dark look on his face:

[Gin: I'm busy, anything? ]

Hiroki was stunned when he received the reply.

what to do? Brother Jingguang didn't tell him what to do when he received the reply...

He glanced at the living room through the camera and found Asano Nobushige curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, still looking very uncomfortable.

Hiroki hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't bear to disturb Nobushige.

It's just an email anyway. As long as he adheres to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, and using words instead of sentences, he will be fine.

Hongshu considered the words for a long time, and then sent:

[Mezcal: Drunk, hospital. ]

Gin: "..."

Vodka looked horrified: "Brother, calm down! Brother, hold on! We are still on the highway, brother, please don't draw your gun..."

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