How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

Forgive Kazama Tsuru, he now looks at Mr. Kanetake in the hot spring and thinks he looks like soaked white dough.

Originally, when I wore a bathrobe, I looked a little fat, but when I was in the hot spring, it looked like fat was soaked, and it became more and more obvious.

It's really bad.

Kazama Tsuru shook his head to shake out this strange thought, at this time, Igarashi was already preparing to go into the water.

"Kazama, come down quickly!"

The result may be that his shouting was louder, and several people next to him looked over.

"Eh, that seems to be..." "

It's the writer Mr. Kazama Tsuru, right?"

"Yes, eh! It's that famous writer! Several

people around were attracted to their attention and immediately spotted Kazama Tsuru, who had only entered the water a little.

Then, when Kazama Tsuru descends into the water, it feels dark around it.

As soon as he looked up, four or five strong men gathered around him.

Tsuru Kazama: ......

If he hadn't heard a few of them communicating just now, he would have almost thought...

"Excuse me, excuse me, are you Mr. Kazama Tsuru, a famous writer?"

This person is still polite.

"Uh... Famous writers don't dare to be one, I am indeed Kazama Tsuru.

"Ah, really!"

"It's a pity I didn't bring a camera..." "Didn't

you just bring a book?"

"Yes! That book..." Several

strong men chatted around Kazama Tsuru, who felt that his whole person was not well and looked at Igarashi Yang.

Igarashi Yang also understood what Kazama Tsuru meant, thinking about it, he had seen enough of the play, so he came up to relieve him.

"Everyone, the autograph and group photo can be carried out later, now let Kazama-kun have a good rest."

Several strong men looked at the situation, also found something wrong, apologized one after another, and scattered.

Kazama Tsuru was relieved.

"Kazama-kun, now you are also a celebrity."

Igarashi smiled.

"Alas, there are good and bad, and it is also a nuisance to always be recognized."

Kazama Tsuru sighed softly.

"But... Your face doesn't seem quite right, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?

Igarashi smiled and smiled, looking at Kazama Tsuru's face, finding that his face was strangely red, and asked worriedly.

Kazama Tsuru was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his forehead, a little hot.

"It's not a special feeling, I think I'm a little hot after soaking in the hot spring."

Kazama Tsuru didn't care.

"Let's go, go over there, I think Mr. Jinzhu has been waiting for a long time."

Kazama Tsuru went straight over.

Igarashi looked at his back, always felt a little worried, thought about it, said a little to Kazama Tsuru, and went ashore.

"Mr. Jinzhu, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Kazama Tsuru walked to Kanetakechi's side, only to find that he seemed to have a companion.

"It's nothing, I often encounter that kind of thing." Kanetake Zhi smiled and looked at the person next to him, "This is the famous writer Mr. Kazama Tsuru I just met, Mr. Kazama, this is my friend Sei Shinichi." "

Hello."

"Hello."

The two shook hands, but it always seemed strange to do such an action in the hot spring.

"Ah, what a coincidence, we three writers met together."

Sei's thin and tall body type is completely different from Kanetakechi.

Kazama Tsuru also felt that something seemed wrong with him, not simply his appearance or body shape, but... The whole person seems to be a little... Awkward.

"Is Mr. Sejing also a writer?"

"Yes, I shared the pseudonym of Yukazu Imai with Kanetake and Ido."

"By

the way, I have a famous local sake that I just bought, would you like to try it?"

Saying that, Sei Xuanichi had already turned around and took a cup and poured half a cup.

Kazama Tsuru was not easy to excuse, so he drank it.

There is something strange about the taste of this wine.

Kazama Tsuru recalled, and was about to ask about this sake in confusion, but was diverted by Sei Xuanichi and talked about writing.

Kazama Tsuru didn't ask again.

The three of them chatted like this, from pen names, writing experiences, to specific writing plots and skills.

The chat was not bad, but while chatting, Kazama Tsuru felt more and more dizzy, and it seemed that he still had some chest tightness.

Jin Zhuzhi also saw that something was wrong.

"Kazama-kun, are you okay? I see that something is wrong with your face. The

hot spring mist rose, Kazama Tsuru only shoulders up beyond the surface of the water, his hair was wet and scattered against his cheeks, and dripping water droplets slipped from him and fell into the water.

His face was red, completely different from the previous paleness, the redness spread from his cheeks to the base of his neck, and his eyes seemed to be smoked by the heat and could not be opened, but he was only half open, his long eyelashes blinked, and a drop of water dropped.

He put his hand on his forehead.

It does keep heating up.

"I heard that Kazama-kun's body is not very good in the first place, has it been soaking in the hot spring for too long?"

Sei Xuanichi also noticed the problem and looked at Kazama Tsuru with a worried expression.

"Kazama?"

Fifty Arashi Yang finally appeared, and I don't know what he was going to do just now, and disappeared for so long.

"Igarashi? You just we

..." "I went to my room just now to get some medicine, originally just in case, but you look like this now..."

Fifty Arashi Yang held the pill in his hand, his expression very worried.

"Come ashore, take some medicine and rest."

Kazama Tsuru also understood that his situation was not quite right.

"Well, I think I'll have to leave first, I'm sorry for both."

The two did not mean to blame, and they cared about several words.

These two are good people, and they were still at the beginning....

Kazama Tsuru thought about his first image of the two and shook his head secretly.

However, that glass of wine did a little...

Kazama Tsuru pursed her lips, feeling that strange taste still spreading in her mouth.

Not...... I'm getting more and more dizzy.

"Kazama? You okay? Let's take the medicine first. The

last thing that stayed in Kazama Tsuru's field of vision was Igarashi's enlarged face.

......

I don't know how long it took, Kazama Tsuru felt that he was almost used to fainting, and this time he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the hotel room.

It looks like Igarashi didn't send him to the hospital.

"Kazama? Are you awake?

"What time is it?"

"It's okay, it's only evening, you didn't sleep for a long time." Igarashi said a little worried.

"Originally, I wanted to take you to the hospital, but after you passed out, you kept holding on to my clothes, and I thought you didn't want to go to the hospital, so I didn't send you there. Alas, you guy is always like this, I don't want to go to the hospital or take medicine, but I haven't seen you well..."

"Well, I really don't want to go, it should be fine in a while."

Kazama Tsuru still felt a little dizzy and didn't breathe much, but it wasn't too serious.

"Is the festival about to begin? Let's go, go to the night festival.

Kazama Tsuru said that he was about to get out of bed, but Igarashi was startled and reached out to stop him.

"Eh! You're still going to the festival! No way! You're like this

..." "It's okay Igarashi..." Igarashi

was still worried, and Kazama Tsuru persuaded him for a long time before he nodded reluctantly.

Neither of them knew that a dark shadow at the door left.