When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System

Chapter 50:

Zhu Fukongliang’s brain was dizzy, and fever was not something unfamiliar to him.

His body is absolutely healthy, usually fine, but every time the season changes, he will catch a cold. At first Zhu Fukongliang didn’t know the reason, but after reading a lot of medical books at Miyano Hospital, Zhu Fukongliang understood.

To put it simply, the mental burden brought about by overusing the brain is reflected in the body.

Zhu Fukongliang does not always use his brain to analyze like a detective on weekdays, but the relationship of hyperamnesia will make him unconsciously process the memory in his brain, which is a kind of high consumption.

It’s like he ate so much candy, and even brought a sweet taste to his body, but he has not gained weight so far, which is a good proof.

Because both parents are there, when you get sick and have a fever, someone will prepare medicine and light food with just the right temperature in your mouth.

Instead of – wake up to a **** with curly hair and a sandwich eating a sandwich, sitting on the side with his legs crossed and playing with his phone.

Rather than playing with a mobile phone, it is better to say that this bastard’s curly eyes wanted to disassemble his mobile phone.

“I have your consent.” Matsuda Jinping turned the phone with flexible fingers: “And no thanks, I helped you break the Tetris record.”

“…” Zhu Fukongliang didn’t pay attention to the phone, but stared at the sandwich in his mouth: “Where did it come from?”

“Room service.” Matsuda Jinping replied: “Unfortunately, there is only one serving. If you want to eat, you can only buy another one.”

This person… so shameless.

“Thank you for the compliment, I always feel that this is my advantage.” Matsuda Jinping replied with a smile – it was more like a provocation than a smile.

Hagihara Kenji’s smile makes people relax their vigilance, Matsuda Jinhei’s smile only makes people want to punch him in the face. Regarding this point, Jianggu Ling may feel that he and Zhu Fukongliang have a common topic.

Thanks to Matsuda Jinping, Zhu Fu Kongliang felt that his drowsy brain was awake: “I hate you.”

“It’s a coincidence, I don’t like you that much either.” Matsuda Jinping finished the last bite of the sandwich: “What are you going to do next?”

“I thought about the question you mentioned yesterday. Since I am in this situation, can I think that Hagi is the same? There is no way to contact me, no way to contact his family, etc.?”

“You can give him a try. Since the two of you are in the same situation now, maybe you will get through this time.” Zhu Fukongliang got up from the bed, picked up his clothes, patted them, and put them on again. go up.

“His number is in my hand.” Matsuda Jinpei crumpled the wrapping paper of the sandwich and threw it into the trash: “His calling card is still in my house, if you want, you can hurry before someone else helps me move. , come to my house.”

“…” Zhu Fukongliang: “What do you have now?”

“Me?” Matsuda Jinping is still interested in joking: “A pair of flexible hands, a brain that can think, belongs to a boxer’s fist?”

“In other words, you have no money, no mobile phone, no residence, and no channels to provide information.” Zhu Fukongliang made a translation.

“It seems that you really know me well.” Matsuda Jinping said happily: “That’s it.”

“Well, I experimented while you were sleeping. As long as there are other people around, I will become a cat.”

“So your smart brain, flexible hands, and fists are all sealed?” Zhu Fukongliang came out of the bathroom with some drops of water falling on his face. He was brushing his teeth and washing his face just now.

He scratched his hair casually with his hands, but because he slept before drying his hair last night, the bangs on the side were a little upturned, Zhu Fukongliang commented: “So what else do you use?”

“At least the fist can be used to beat you?” Matsuda Jinping said. After all, he can only maintain his human form in front of Zhu Fu Kongliang (under the premise of not being seen.)

However, after noticing Zhu Fukongliang’s eyes, Matsuda Jinping shrugged his shoulders and his expression became serious: “Okay, it’s time for jokes.”

“If it weren’t for your special situation, I should still be thinking of ways to protect myself.” Zhu Fukong was never the only one who sent stray cats sterilized. Compared with food, Matsuda Jinping should pay more attention not to be sent to the hospital.

And Zhu Fukongliang denied Matsuda Jinping’s guess: “Without me, you should be in a pet hospital now – not sterilization, but treatment of wounds on your body.”

“Facing the explosion and falling from a height,” Zhu Fukongliang said, “Even if you survive, you will have to be hospitalized for at least half a year for this kind of injury. During this period, no doctor should think about sterilizing you. .”

Matsuda Jinping decisively ignored the last sentence of sterilization, nodded and said, “…That’s it.”

A hundred days of broken bones and bones, and the kind of large-scale burns, half a year is less than half a year.

“But because you have rough skin and thick flesh, you should be able to recover in about a year.” Zhu Fukongliang said ruthlessly: “After the injury is healed, the doctor will remember that you have not been neutered as a stray cat.”

“You must have refused, so Jueyu will run away.”

Matsuda Jinhei: Can you stop talking about sterilization?

“so?”

“So then you will start living as a black cat because you can’t prove that you are Matsuda Jinhei, and then start picking up junk in the trash to eat.”

Matsuda Jinping: “…You have a grudge against me?”

“The hatred of sandwiches.” Zhu Fukongliang raised his eyes: “I’m hungry now, because of you, I don’t have any sandwiches to eat.”

Matsuda array flattened his forehead, almost forgetting that the kid in front of him was not yet an adult, so childish to death. He ignored the part of the obviously emotional speech and noticed the main point: “But you are right, food is indeed very important. After all, it is impossible for me to go to people to sell cute things for food…”

Matsuda Jinhei’s voice got stuck here, he hesitated: “Do you think Hagi will?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “…”

The brain circuits of Zhufu Kongliang and Matsuda Jinping unconsciously overlapped. Since Matsuda Jinhei has been used as an example, if Kenji Hagihara is also alive, remove the first half of the treatment, the latter? Being fed by a girl as a pet or something…

If it’s Hagi… I don’t think it’s impossible… No, I can’t think of him like that—but that’s Hagihara after all!

Matsuda Jinhei’s thoughts slid down the abyss. If he was fed as a pet, wouldn’t Hagi… um, if that’s the case, he didn’t want to come back.

After all, it’s about man’s… dignity.

Matsuda Jinping covered up the corners of his mouth that he couldn’t control. No way, he wanted to laugh when he put it on that guy.

Zhu Fukongliang was also led to think differently: “Is this some kind of comic relief fandom world?”

“I wanted to ask before, what do you mean by doujin?” Matsuda Jinping worked hard to delete the strange things in his mind.

Zhu Fu Kongliang ignored Matsuda Jinping’s question, and had no self-consciousness to break the world wall by himself, but pressed down his raised hair and walked out.

Matsuda Jinping: “Where are you going?”

“Buy breakfast and check out.”

Matsuda Jinping thought for a while, followed without hesitation, and met someone while turning, Matsuda Jinping automatically turned into a cat, and then jumped onto Zhu Fukongliang’s shoulder.

Zhu Fukong did not look sideways, but refused: “Don’t you have your own feet?”

This time, it was Matsuda Jinhei’s turn, pretending to be inaudible.

Two people—or one person and one cat hurt each other. Zhu Fukongliang stared at the cat strips and cat food hanging in the convenience store for a while, and then bought them without hesitation.

After sitting in front of the seat provided by the convenience store, Zhu Fukongliang put the cat strip in his hand in front of the black cat: “Your favorite cat strip.”

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

Matsuda Jinping chose to put Zhu Fukongliang on his back, and his tail flicked, completely unreasonable.

Zhu Fukongliang didn’t mind either, because Matsuda, who had a good friend world, was in peace, and it was difficult for Zhu Fukongliang to harbor malice towards the black cat in front of him.

Hate is hate, but because of empathy, this hate is like a quarrel between friends.

Zhu Fukongliang commented on this: “I hate meal replacements and substitutes.”

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

Matsuda Jinping was full of question marks: What the **** is this kid looking at?

Zhu Fukongliang put the cat strips he bought into his pocket, and then bought a lot of candy. Seeing that Zhu Fukongliang was about to leave, Matsuda Jinping jumped back on Zhu Fukongliang’s shoulders.

An obedient black cat on the shoulders of a boy with a provocative appearance is simply attracting the attention of others.

Matsuda Jinpei obviously doesn’t like this kind of gaze, and Zhufu Kong Ryo doesn’t like it either, but there is a friend named Hagihara Kenji, both of them are quite skilled.

Matsuda Jinping looked around, then pressed Zhu Fukongliang’s cheek with his paw, pointed to the location of the shopping mall next to him, and said “hat” in Morse code.

“I don’t mind this way of communication, but can you not press the password on my face?” Zhu Fukongliang said calmly.

The black cat is not guilty of this.

Zhu Fukongliang bought a hat to cover his overly conspicuous face, and hesitated for two seconds at the door of another pet store – after all, there was a cat on his shoulders, and a cat bag with a cat in his hand, No matter how you look at it, the latter is even less eye-catching.

Matsuda Jinping instantly understood what Zhu Fukongliang was thinking, and said: “If you dare to do this, I will dare to throw away all the candy in your pocket.”

Zhu Fukongliang: “…Are you a primary school student? You can imagine such a childish threat.”

Matsuda Jinping: “Then you should continue to walk in the direction of the pet store?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “…”

Zhu Fukongliang: “When did you become a human? It’s impossible to become a human in front of people.”

Matsuda Jinping was stunned for a moment, and realized this with hindsight: “I don’t know.”

Zhu Fukongliang crossed out a possibility in his mind and said, “The conditions you gave me are not complete.”

“Maybe it’s not someone watching you, but if someone who knows you shows up, you’ll turn into a cat?”

“I don’t think so many people know me.” Matsuda Jinping frowned.

Zhu Fukongliang glanced at him: “I guess you didn’t read the news carefully at all. Your face is now famous at the national level.”

Zhu Fukongliang was referring to the ID photo of the sacrificed policeman on TV.

“…” Matsuda Jinping: “Tsk, I forgot about this.”

“By the way, where are you going now?”

“In front of your tombstone.” Zhu Fukongliang replied.

Matsuda Jinping: “?”

“If Hagihara is alive, I don’t know if he can attend the funeral.” Zhu Fukongliang turned his face and said, “But it’s impossible for him not to come to your cemetery.”

“And there is a high probability that he will appear alone when no one is there.”

“…”

“So you’re going to squat in front of my tombstone so stupidly?” Matsuda Jinping emptied his brain, tore a cat strip, and put it in his mouth, his words were not ambiguous: “I actually cooperated. I waited with you all afternoon—”

“It’s not me who will wait, but you will wait.” Zhu Fukongliang yawned: “I only intend to accompany you until now, don’t worry, I will remember to order food for you… What are you eating?”

Matsuda Jinping bit the cat strip, took out an unopened one and threw it into Zhu Fukongliang’s arms: “I suggest you read the text on it carefully, it’s for humans, and it tastes like jelly.”

“…Why does the jelly look like cat strips?”

“How do I know? I’m also curious about the brain circuits of those manufacturers. Sharpeners that look like instant noodles, sandwiches that are actually post-it notes, and wipes that don’t cover O-sorry, forget you’re underage. , but your school should also teach relevant knowledge.”

Originally, Zhufu Kongliang and Matsuda Jinping didn’t have any hope – after all, how could there be such a coincidence?

When Zhu Fukongliang slept because of a high fever, Matsuda Jinping had no sleepiness at all, and he had nothing to disassemble, so he played Tetris with Zhu Fukongliang’s mobile phone to calm his mind again.

Then it was dawn.

What Zhu Fukongliang said was “gambling”, and he himself was not sure of the answer – so everything they do now has a funny taste.

However, Matsuda Jinhei is like a hopeless gambler who doesn’t care about the outcome at all. He obviously has no evidence, no way to prove even a 1% possibility, and he trusts this nonexistent 100 for no reason. one part.

Because he is indeed a gambler who has no chips, and those who have nothing are the most terrifying.

Anyway, he has taken a life now, everyone has accepted the death of Matsuda Jinhei, and the funeral is over, so if he loses again, it will only be another death, and it will not even make the people around him sad again. .

Matsuda Jin was able to gamble evenly, and even if it turned out that the bamboo basket was a waste of water, he had worked hard at least once, and he would not regret it.

And what to say… I was just guessing before, but now it seems that the relationship between him, the other him, and this kid looks really good.

I’m not envious at all, I just feel that in the other world, there is not only Hagi who is watching the fun, but also a kid who looks quite troublesome: “It’s quite hard work.”

Matsuda Jinhei muttered to himself, and laughed out loud because of it.

“Do you know that laughing at the cemetery at night is standard in horror movies?”

“That’s really unbelievable. I haven’t seen a few horror movies.” Matsuda Jinping said with his legs crossed: “Aren’t you going to wait with me? What are you doing back now?”

“Dinner. I said I would order it for you.” Zhu Fukong said coolly, “It’s just that the deliveryman said he encountered a ghost that looked exactly like the picture of the tombstone, so he refused to deliver the meal, so I had to come by myself.”

It’s arrogant, this guy. Matsuda Jinping was stunned.

Originally, they didn’t think they would be able to squat down tonight, but the novel still needs to consider logic, but reality doesn’t need it, it’s just such a coincidence and magic, they actually squatted down – a **** who should have died four years ago” ghost”.

Because the staff who managed the cemetery just came over, Matsuda Jinping turned into a black cat and automatically hid in the dark. Zhu Fukongliang didn’t hide himself, and the management staff said that he made an agreement with the deceased before he died. Eat M, that’s why he’s sitting here with a hamburger, and he’ll take care of the **** later, don’t worry.

The deceased who wanted to eat M: “…”

After that, Zhu Fukongliang obediently took the garbage and threw it away. During this process, Matsuda Jinping, who was standing in the same position, noticed the rustling sound on the other side.

A man emerged from the grass next to him, his half-length hair was now losing a few dead leaves, but he didn’t notice it at all, and those beautiful drooping eyes were filled with undisguised pain.

When he saw that face clearly, Matsuda Jinhei stopped breathing.

When Zhu Fukongliang came back after throwing the garbage, he saw a man who was punched several times in the face and fell to the ground and moaned. Like a few beatings.

Zhu Fukongliang thought about it, not only did he not stop it, but he also stepped back a little so as not to disturb the two people in front of him.

After Matsuda Jinping finally calmed down a bit, he turned around and saw Zhu Fukongliang open the unfinished fries in his hand, and stood watching a play while eating fries.

“…when did you come?”

“Finally calm down?” Zhu Fukongliang turned the box in his hand and turned it upside down: “Just in time, my fries are finished.”

Matsuda Jinping took a deep breath and finally loosened his fist, while Hagihara Kenji, who fell on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand blankly and asked, “Well, did I lose my memory after being beaten? I always feel like I’ve missed a lot of plots – Xiao Zhenping, don’t you know something, so you lied to me because of fake death?!”

“And this… um, so does Xiao Zhufu have a younger brother? I don’t think I heard him mention it?”

Hearing the movement here, the management staff of the cemetery walked over again with a flashlight. The three of them glanced at each other and played a tacit understanding that they did not know where they came from. They avoided the management staff and left the cemetery.

“Anyway, let’s talk in another place.” Hagihara Kenji covered half of his face that he had just been punched, which was considered disfigured, and he couldn’t feel wronged.

Zhu Fukongliang opened another room – due to the inconvenience of the other two adults, it was still a single room.

Zhu Fukongliang also bought himself a set of clothes to change during the day, and Matsuda Jinping had no share, so the latter could only wear his own black suit.

Matsuda Jinping held his hands, his eyes were extremely cold, and he looked at Hagihara Kenji, who looked pitiful, and said, “Explain.”

“…Non-disclosure agreement, uh, okay, I’ll explain it!” Hagihara Kenji immediately surrendered and gave up resistance: “I was really injured four years ago!”

“It’s not that I don’t want to contact you—it’s that I was smuggled out of the country at that time!” Kenji Hagihara immediately said the most important information, lest Matsuda Jinhei beat him again.

“…What is smuggling?”

When it comes to this, Hagihara Kenji is even more aggrieved: “Who knows! I don’t remember exactly what happened when the explosion happened, but when I recovered, I was locked in a cage in the form of a beast. Maybe My species is relatively rare, so the prisoners smuggled me to America!”

“Because I didn’t want to be sold, I spent a lot of effort and finally reported the criminal gang!”

“Should I praise you?” Matsuda Jinping raised his eyebrows: “After reporting it? Why haven’t you contacted me yet.”

“I have to ask you!” Hagihara Kenji wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: “I called you as soon as I got the phone! But no matter how many times I called, no one answered!”

Matsuda Jinhei: “…When did it happen?”

Hagihara Kenji immediately reported the time, and Matsuda Jinping recalled: “My phone was broken at that time, so I took it to repair, and I didn’t receive all the information that day.”

Hagihara Kenji: “…”

Matsuda Jinping: “Then you didn’t contact anyone else?”

“Because I just finished reporting that criminal gang?” Hagihara Kenji looked away with a guilty conscience: “At that time, not only did I not contact you, but the rest of the family didn’t know why they couldn’t contact you, so I thought, just myself Go back and give you a surprise.”

As a result, not only was there no surprise, after the report, the leader of the public security contacted him at this time, and also confirmed his identity – and at this time, Hagihara Kenji was still abroad.

“The public security asked me to be an informant, because I happened to have no identity at the time, and I inadvertently entered the organization.” Hagihara Kenji’s expression became cold: “The crime line involved children, so I agreed.”

“As a result, year after year! Four years have passed! I’m going to be the leader of that gang! The news of your death has come—” Hagihara Kenji hugged Matsuda Jinping with a wow: “That’s great! Xiao Zhenping, you are still alive! I was really scared to death when I saw the news, so I immediately gave up all tasks and rushed back! Fortunately, I am back!”

Matsuda Jinping couldn’t help but soften a little: “…It’s hard work for you, so is it okay to say this? Confidentiality agreement?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter at this level! Anyway, that gang was basically reported by me! It’s almost over now.” Hagihara Kenji raised his thumb.

Matsuda Jinping: “…I suddenly don’t really want to know what you’ve done.”

Zhu Fukongliang: “I’m also sure that this world is definitely a funny relief version.”

“Speaking of which, who is this child…?” Hagihara Kenji stuck his head out from behind Matsuda Jinpei.

“Tell you some good news.” Zhu Fukongliang took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and recalled the time he noticed when he was learning to install a sniper rifle during the first rooftop mission.

“I suddenly remembered that in the next month, Zhu Fu Jingguang will die.” Zhu Fu Kongliang raised his eyes and said, “Are you surprised or surprised?”