Chapter 179 kidnapper thomas sindora

“Master Xiuzhi is really…” The family doctor was an elderly gentleman.

He hurried over with a medical kit.

I saw a teenager in a white shirt sitting on the bed, a man in a wheelchair beside the bed, and a row of bodyguards behind the other side.

Helplessly sighed.

Then, as usual, he put the medicine box next to Shuji Tsushima.

“I thought I would never have the chance to worry about you, Master Xiuzhi.” The old doctor’s tone was helpless, showing the care of the elderly.

“Take good care of the wound, Xiuzhi.” Haruhiko Oba had a worried look and a caring tone.

The boy sat on the bed and looked out the window.

“I’ll do it myself.” He said coldly.

The old doctor sighed, put the medicine box on the bed, shook his head and walked out.

Oba Haruhiko also helplessly led people out.

Tsushima Shuji sat on the bed, untied the bandages on his body, and the wounds on his body pierced by the rose thorns were dense.

In addition, there is a scar running through the chest and abdomen, and there are dense needle-like scars on both hands and arms and scars from cutting wrists.

Some of the wounds are still open and open, and some appear to be scars from a long time ago.

Most of the wounds were made when he committed suicide.

He didn’t take any medicine either, just took out brand new bandages from the bedside table.

Layer after layer to cover all his wounds.

“…Really…I knew I would dance with a mask on.” He pressed the wound on his face with an annoyed tone.

“If I’m disfigured, I won’t be raised by a beautiful and rich lady.” He put a bandage on his right eye, and put a medical cotton cloth on the rest of his face.

Other than that, no other treatment was performed on these wounds.

Anyway, the wounds on Dazai’s body that shouldn’t exist will disappear automatically after a long time.

I have forgotten when the scars that will not disappear appeared, as if it was just a dream, and the scars all over the body after waking up.

*[Under Osamu Dazai’s bandage, there are countless scars. ]

“So my memory really has a problem…” He sighed faintly.

He threw the blood-stained white shirt and the broken blood-stained bandage at random on the ground.

〖…What does the host mean? 〗The diving system asked hesitantly.

“who I am?”

The teenager stepped on the ground with bare feet, took out a new shirt and trousers from the closet and put on it.

It looked like another pale, sickly, cold and clean teenager.

〖…Who do you think you are? 〗The system paused and asked.

“never mind…”

“Even if it’s a dream,” the boy whispered to himself.

[if only…]

[I would like to indulge in false dreams and never wake up. ]

“Give them a body change.”

“By the way… Was my body really like this when I was fourteen?” He said flatly.

〖…〗 The system remained silent.

Tsushima Shuji opened the door.

〖…if you wish. 〗The system responded after a moment of silence.

It knew who Shuji Tsushima was referring to as “they”.

The old doctor came in and sighed helplessly with a medicine box that had apparently not been opened.

I don’t know how Master Xiuzhi treated his wounds.

What to do if you get an infection…

He thought to himself as he looked at the cold and gloomy boy who had changed into a bandage, a white shirt and black trousers.

But…

He looked at the boy who was clean and could not see any flaws, and then looked at the silently smiling man in the wheelchair beside him. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and left.

“The time of Shuji’s return this time is just right. Director Syndora heard that you are back and specially invited you to be a guest.” Haruhiko Oba smiled, as if he was happy that his child was loved by others.

“Is that uncle kidnapper…” Tsushima Shuji was expressionless.

“…cough cough…” Oba Haruhiko couldn’t help coughing.

“Indeed, it’s the kidnapper.” He forced a smile.

Thomas Syndora, who tried to trick Shuji Tsushima into being his son in the past.

Back then, Tsushima Shuji stared at him with surveillance cameras every night, trying to take a gun at night to have a heart-to-heart with the other party.

However, before that, the nine-year-old Tsushima Shuji was taken by the boss and ran to the Vatican church to fool people.

After Thomas Syndora failed to abduct Shuji Tsushima, it was a pity that after many years, he finally set his sights on another gifted child, Hiroki Sawada.

Four years younger than Shuji Tsushima, a computer genius studying at MIT.

Thomas Syndora also took Sawada Hiroki to meet Shuji Tsushima.

[There is a common topic between geniuses and geniuses. ] Thomas Syndora said so.

He still did not give up the idea of ​​abducting Tsushima Shuji.

There is never too much of a useful genius.

This time, as soon as Shuji Tsushima came back, the other party sent an invitation…

“Really tenacious…” Tsushima Shuji sighed.

He will be adopted by BOSS, firstly because the place where he fell from the beginning is the crime scene of the organization, and the fake identity is also the child of the organization member.

The second is because the boss is Black.

The most important thing in an organization is tasks and stimuli.

[Experience the meaning of life on the edge of death, even for a brief moment before dying, I will die without regrets. ]

There is no difference between black and white to him, whether it is on the side of killing people or the side of saving people, it is meaningless.

“The thought of communicating with an uncle who is full of bad thoughts…” Tsushima Shuji made a disgusting expression.

“I can’t imagine it at all.” He said in a dejected manner.

“It’s just a gathering of a group of people, Xiuji don’t have to worry.” Haruhiko Oba gently comforted.

Tsushima Shuji sighed.

“I’m just worried that I couldn’t control my mood and just killed him.” His eyes were dark.

“Then kill it.” Oba Haruhiko’s tone was flat.

“If you’re worried about other people seeing it, just kill everyone present.”

“A corpse can’t speak.”

“As long as it is Xiuzhi what you want to do, it will be successful.” He said firmly.

The bodyguard behind him said nothing and lowered his head in silence.

They are all robots.

“…” Tsushima Shuji was expressionless.

Ah, yes, his adoptive father didn’t care about other people’s lives at all, even if Shuji Tsushima was really there, he killed Thomas Sindora in public.

He would also only help eliminate evidence and kill other people present.

“Well, I have someone specially made new clothes for you, Xiuzhi. Put them on and go to see the director of Syndora.”

“After all, it’s a leading company in the IT industry…” The man said lightly.

Tsushima Shuji: You started again.

But the leading company or something…

It feels like that…

Tsushima Shuji: I always feel that it is completely inferior to the technology of the organization.

“The clothes that Gin gave you before~www.readmtl.com~ I have seen the photos after wearing them. As expected, Shuji looks cute no matter what she wears.” Haruhiko Oba proudly took out a heavy book .

After opening it, it was full of photos of Tsushima Shuji of all ages.

and…

All are black history.

Shuji Tsushima looked at himself with black stains on his face in a flash, himself sitting on the ground with no expression on his face, himself blessed by the church to others, and himself covered in petals during the kyudo club competition, and being surrounded by a group of people. The demon king who was carrying him dressed himself up…

“Ah, as expected of me, no matter what, I am so handsome and cute~” Tsushima Shuji seriously looked at the photo and commented.

black history?

A handsome and cute guy like me, no matter what, there will be no photos called black history~