"If I ask you not to say it, your offer ——!!!" Hoshino Kaede was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly yawned, and then his expression became extremely shocked. "You won't..."

“？” Yuan Jiaming raised his eyebrows, and then took a sip of tea. "What's wrong? You feel a little sleepy all of a sudden, don't you? ”

"Uhhh Hoshino Kaede suddenly felt a gold star in front of him. "This..."

"An improved version of midazolam is paired with an ordinary, powerful sedative," Yuan Jiaming's mouth curled slightly, and he said. "The former is a miracle drug I got from a friend in the drug department two days ago – it dissolves well in water and takes less than three minutes to take effect. The latter ensures that you can continue to sleep peacefully even after the effects of the former have worn off. ”

"You!" Kaede Hoshino's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, I never had any intention of compromising with you," Yuan Jiaming took out a tape recorder from his pocket. "Sleep, sleep, soon you'll be in a place where you can sleep forever."

Then, Kaede Hoshino reacted beyond what Yoshiaki Hara had expected.

He took out a toothpick from the toothpick holder next to him, and then actually pulled up the skin at the collarbone like clothes and stabbed the toothpick into it hard!

"Ugh!" Hoshino Kaede snorted, and then put the toothpick that had already been stained with blood for about half a centimeter into his pocket.

"You!" Yuan Jiaming looked at Hoshino Kaede's unremarkable collarbone skin in surprise. "You!"

"Now..." Kaede Hoshino stood up propped up on the table, and a shotgun with the butt and part of the barrel sawn off was pulled out of his shirt. "I can kill you without any psychological burden - you deceived me!"

“！！！” Yuan Jiaming stood up from his seat with a small picture frame of the idyllic scenery and took a few steps back, but this did not affect Hoshino Kaede's aiming.

The trigger of the shotgun was pulled, but instead of a bullet, a shrill horn rang out from the shotgun, which was an additional silencer made by Kaede Hoshino, using the South African instrument vuvuzela to cover the gunfire of the shotgun with a powerful silencer.

As soon as the sound of woovuzula sounded, the steel sand had already pounced on Yuan Jiaming's chest, and Yuan Jiaming, who had lost his vitality in an instant, fell to the ground.

"Whew... Call... Hoshino Kaede gasped, set up his chair and put the teacup in his pocket, and then came to Yoshiaki Hara, picked up the tape recorder and staggered out the door.

He didn't have time—though he had just scratched his skin with a toothpick, buying himself time with the pain, but it wasn't enough to fight the high doses of tranquilizers. Although he had put artificial skin on his whole body and a hood on his head, including an artificial wig, before coming here to prevent marks, he would definitely be considered the first suspect if he fell here.

Kaede Hoshino came to the car outside the door and took out a dose of the injection from the passenger drawer.

Now the sedative has not had time to take effect, anesthetizing his later improved version of midazolam - if his pharmacy classes in college hadn't been in vain...

Kaede Hoshino looked at the four sterile needles sealed in his hand.

Flumazenil injection, Kaede Hoshino reserves this drug because it can be used for the rescue of ethanol poisoning, but the original use of this drug is actually a specific reversal agent for benzodiazepines when overdosed, the latter is a class of midazolam.

The first injection of 10ml, containing 1mg of flumazenil, was quickly injected into the body by Kaede Hoshino by intravenous injection.

After about half a minute, Qian Yu decisively unpacked the second needle, and then injected it again - although the first injection was effective, the drowsiness still did not completely disappear, so it would be problematic to drive.

After two consecutive stitches, Kaede Hoshino finally slowly regained consciousness. He immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove his car away.

———————— the end of God's perspective, this section can be seamlessly connected to the beginning of chapter 23 (4) and twelve, and the only thing that happens in the middle is the attack of slower-acting sedatives, which is not within the antagonistic range of flumazenil.

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"How did you meet this guy?" Grigory asked, looking at Chiba as he walked into the room.

"Big brother next door," Chiba shrugged and looked at Kaede Hoshino, who was on a drip on the hospital bed. "He... How's it going? ”

"It's almost tomorrow morning," said Gregory, turning his cane around. "It's a pity that he has a needle buried in his hand now, otherwise I would knock him on and let him say hello to you."

"Mr. Gregory, how did you know him?" Qian Yu suddenly thought of this question.

"He's working as an assistant to me (the young man in Chapter 169 is Kaed←←e Hoshino)—say," Gregory said, his voice suddenly lowered. "Do you know what he usually does?"

“？” Thousand Feathers raised an eyebrow.

"Look at his hands," Gregory gestured to Kaede Hoshino's wrist, which had a pair of human leather gloves underneath. "It's a very realistic tall humanoid leather glove, and unless he's paranoid—as someone who has done a psychological evaluation on him, I'd rather believe he's a professional killer, I can't figure out how anyone would wear it."

"Probably allergies, right?" Qian Yu pursed his lips. "In order not to scare the others, I used these flesh-colored gloves."

“。。。” Gregor glanced at Chiba with the eyes of his retarded eyes. "Well, it would be a mistake to discuss this with you."

[Do you think I won't give him a full physical examination when I recruit assistants?] 】

"Since he's fine, I'll go first... After receiving Gregory's contempt, Chiba said that he wanted to slip away.

"Do you need me to write you a certificate and prescribe two copies of norepinephrine?"

"Forget it... I should still have it there. With that, Qian Yu walked out of the ward and closed the door.

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That night, the original house.

The police had already gathered evidence and left, leaving only the seals and an old cop dozing off in a police car.

A dark shadow quietly opened the unsealed window and climbed into the original Jiaming's room.

Although it was pitch black here, the black shadow had a night vision device on his face, so he could see the furnishings of the original house through the dim street lights on the side of the road.

"Hmm..." The black shadow's gaze swept over the military parade scroll, the triumphal arch sculpture and some other arrangements arranged by Yuan Jiaming one after another, and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, the corners of the black shadow's mouth curled slightly.

"Champs-Élysées, it turned out to be you...