Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 610 Cream of Mushroom Soup

"Another policeman died."

Fujiwara turned off the TV with his hands, his eyes revealing deep disappointment and exhaustion.

Although he had expected that something like this would happen, he was a little helpless in the face of the development of the situation.

There was a kind of silence in the room, except for the faint sound of the air conditioner running continuously. Fujiwara slowly stood up and walked to the sofa step by step, each step seemed extremely heavy.

He sat down on the sofa and sunk deeply into it, as if all the weight had been lifted off at this moment.

After a while, Fujiwara slowly put down his hand and stared at the opposite wall with dull eyes. There was a landscape painting hanging on the wall. The peaceful mountains and rivers in the painting were in sharp contrast to his current state of mind.

He sighed deeply and said to himself: "I have done everything I can do..."

It was impossible for him to keep an eye on that person 24 hours a day. Moreover, Dongdu was so big and there were so many crime scenes. He didn't have the energy to monitor where the doctor would go in disguise. The most important thing was that he only found out the name of the victim through the news. I knew there was no way to protect him in advance.

Although a warning letter was sent to the Metropolitan Police, it seems to have no effect so far.

He tried his best.

Feeling a little powerless, he slumped down on the sofa and tried his best not to think about the bad things, relaxing himself as much as possible and returning his mood to a relaxed state.

After Mingmei finished simmering the cream of mushroom soup, she turned down the heat and planned to reheat it.

After walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, he found Fujiwara in a depressed mood and asked, "Are you tired, Hoshiumi-kun?"

"Um?" Fujiwara Hoshikai looked up and saw Akemi coming and replied, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Akemi smiled and sat down next to Fujiwara and said with a smile, "Xinghai-kun looked like he was worried. I thought something had happened."

"Have something on your mind?" Fujiwara Xinghai shook his head in disbelief, "Do I look like I have something on my mind?"

"Well, if you look at your brows, you can tell that you have something on your mind." Mingmei covered her mouth and smiled.

Fujiwara was a little confused when his thoughts were guessed, and continued, "Is it obvious?"

"It's super obvious." Akemi smiled and put her hand on Fujiwara Hoshimi's shoulder, pinched it a few times, and asked, "Do you need my help to press it?"

Fujiwara nodded, "Sorry to trouble you." He turned his back to Akemi.

"Xinghai-kun, please lie down. It's easier to hold down this way."

"Oh well."

Fujiwara hesitated for a moment, then slowly lay down, without getting up, he came over, pinched Fujiwara's neck and rubbed it a few times, then pressed his back muscles a few times and said with a smile, "Xinghai-kun's body is so strong, because he often Is it because of fitness?”

Fujiwara pressed his face against the sofa and responded, "Maybe, is it not easy to press?"

Akemi shook her head gently, rolled up her sleeves to show off her delicate wrists, and her fingertips began to rub Fujiwara Hoshiumi's shoulders gently but forcefully. She bent slightly so that her hands could better cover Fujiwara's back. Her movements were professional and full of concern.

"No, it's quite easy to press." Minmei said as she slightly increased the pressure. Her fingers roamed Fujiwara's strong back muscles, looking for tight spots, and then gently kneaded them. "It just feels like the sea of ​​​​stars." Your shoulders are very tight. Are you under too much pressure from work?" Fujiwara Hoshikai's deep voice came from the sofa, with a bit of hoarseness, "Something has happened recently."

Mingmei's eyes shone with concern through her half-length bangs. She asked softly, "Is it something related to the company?"

"No, it's something else."

Fujiwara Xinghai adjusted his posture so that he could lie on the sofa more comfortably, with a slightly relaxed facial expression. Seeing this, Mingmei patted his shoulder gently, telling him not to worry, and then continued her massage.

"No," Fujiwara Hoshimi's voice was a little dull, because his face was pressed into the cushions of the sofa, "It's some personal matters."

Minmei paused, then she gently moved her hand to Fujiwara's back, her palm warm and strong, "Something personal? If it's convenient, do you want to talk to me?"

Fujiwara Hoshikai took a deep breath and then exhaled, as if he was looking for the courage to speak in this action. He rolled over so that he could now look directly into Akemi's soft, worried face. "It's about an old friend who is in some trouble and I'm wondering how I can help him."

Akemi stopped the massage. She sat on the edge of the sofa, hugging her knees with her hands, overlooking Fujiwara Xinghai. "You always like to help others."

Helped herself escape Gin's pursuit, although she still doesn't know how she survived. If it weren't for the scary scar on her chest that always reminded her that she had been shot, she would never have felt that she was about to die. .

Fujiwara Hoshikai smiled, but the smile did not reach his tired eyes. "Maybe, I always feel like if I can help, I should lend a hand."

Minmei nodded, her long hair gently sliding over her shoulders and falling on her chest. "Xinghai-kun, your kindness is one of the qualities I admire most. However, you also need to take care of yourself."

She reached out and carefully touched Fujiwara Hoshimi's forearm, her fingertips gently sliding across his skin, as if conveying warmth and strength.

Fujiwara Hoshikai glanced at Akemi's slender and delicate fingers. "I know, I will."

Maybe it was because she had stirred the cream just now, and Mingmei's hands had a faint smell of cream.

While waiting for dinner, Xiao Ai stirred the cream soup, pondered for a while and replied:

"I have already prepared the second-stage antidote. The effect this time is estimated to be around 72 hours. If you have no objection, I will start the third human experiment tonight."

"Let me do it." Mary said first,

Fujiwara was a little surprised. While sighing that the 72-hour antidote could be produced in the second stage, he was once again grateful for the equipment he had spent money to import from abroad. You must know that although Xiao Ai in the original work can also develop an antidote, due to the equipment The time limit is very low.

"No, this is the antidote I developed. It's all because of me that Mary's mother is like this. I have to take responsibility for my actions, so let me do it."

Xiao Ai's voice was very firm and seemed not to allow others to refuse. The look in Mary's eyes when she looked at Xiao Ai did not show the timidity expected, but Mary did not give in at all.

Fujiwara pondered for a while, smiled, took Xiao Ai's hand, and persuaded him, "How can any scientist test the medicine on his own? Has Xiao Ai forgotten that there is actually another candidate?"

"Kudo Shinichi?" Xiao Ai blurted out, and then couldn't express the self-blame in his heart, and said with a bitter smile, "He became like this because of me."

"No, no, no," Fujiwara said firmly, "I'm telling you exactly the opposite. It's because of the medicine developed by Xiao Ai that Kudo Shinichi can live until now, so you don't need to blame yourself, even without the medicine. Those people also won't survive. If someone kills someone with a knife, we can't blame the factory that makes the blades, saying that their knives are too sharp."

Xiao Ai pondered for a while after listening to Fujiwara's words, and finally agreed to Fujiwara's suggestion under the half-hearted push from her sister and aunt.

Then let Kudo Shinichi be her guinea pig. Anyway, she helped Kudo Shinichi change the fact of his death.

(End of this chapter)