The noble evil young lady

On the hospital bed, Youmei's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes flickered like fireflies in the dark, and the faint sunlight shone in the ward, but the smell of disinfectant filled the ward, giving people a feeling like the underworld. The same sense of sadness.

I dare not get too close to Yumi, because I want to reduce the damage of bacteria to her wound.

Miyamoto He stood silently behind me, he never said a word of comfort, but it was very reassuring.

God, why do I feel this way? !I was slightly surprised.

In order not to disturb Yumi, Miyamoto He and I did not dare to stay in the ward for a long time, and Miyamoto He and I did not leave until Yumi's parents came to the hospital.

Just walked out of the hospital.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

My stomach is having a revolution again.

After a day of tossing, I still haven't eaten anything!

"Go to my bar and have something to eat!" Miyamoto He said at the right time.

But soon, I realized another thing, let go of his hand quietly, "But the things in your bar are so expensive..."

Besides, my father's business is not doing very well recently, so I can no longer spend money extravagantly.

"You don't need your money...you money junkie..."

After I listened to Miyamoto He's words, I looked at him with the eyes of a savior. It happened that Miyamoto He's bar was not far from here.

I'm really surprised, I also haven't eaten all day, why Miyamoto's stomach doesn't growl, it's so unbelievable!

On the way to the bar, there were always some young girls passing by us quickly, and they all looked back at Miyamoto He, but everyone had a disappointed expression on their faces.

So, I, who had been clueless in my mind, understood in an instant—He is a killer from behind!

When the sky was slightly dark, we arrived at Miyamoto He's bar. The bar's signboard was written in Japanese, and I stared at it for a long time to identify it.

cough. . .Can't make out what's written.

"Miyamoto He, what's the name of your bar?" I asked sideways.

Miyamoto He glanced at me contemptuously, "Banjingziwan."

Banjingziwan?good. . .strange name. . .

As soon as I stepped into the door of the bar, I saw Ryota's smelly face, but he seemed to have an unusual relationship with Miyamoto He.

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