[One Piece] Hello, Single Dog Warring States Marshal!

[Turn left ahead, go downstairs, and go to the basement level. 】

The cold mechanical female voice of Google Maps was still so calm, but I, who had already walked around the hospital eighteen times with my phone from the inpatient department to the parking lot, was already on the verge of explosion.

Good boy, good at it.

He actually slipped all the way to the parking lot.

Looking at the increasingly shortened line to the target point on the screen of my mobile phone, I carefully turned off the sound of my mobile phone, identified the map by myself and continued to track the seriously injured patient who ran away as soon as he woke up, and subconsciously softened his footsteps - —If that bastard from the Warring States Period hears and tries to run away, am I going to chase him to the ends of the earth? !

hum-

My phone vibrated with the message 'Destination reached'. I stopped, looked up and looked around, trying to find the guy who had hidden himself for unknown reasons.

What was he hiding? He was so well hidden. It’s not like someone came to the hospital with a 40-meter-long knife to hunt him down.

After walking around in circles a few times and confirming that I could not find the Vice Admiral who was determined to hide with my own strength, I could only raise my hands and surrender.

I put the phone in my pocket and raised my hands in a way of proving my innocence. I had no choice but to speak first: "I know you are here somewhere, just let you know that I am the one who found you at the corner and sent you to the hospital. So if you still keep your self hiding in thedarkness then I won't help you any more." I just want to tell you that I was the one who found you on the street corner and sent you to the hospital. So if you continue to hide, then I can’t help you.)"

The dark underground garage was quiet, with only my voice echoing. I paused deliberately after I finished speaking, leaving him time to think, hoping to get a response from him.

However, my self-explanation did not seem to dispel the worries of the big sailor who was as frightened as a bird for unknown reasons. Time passed by and I waited at the same spot for a full 5 minutes, but there was still no movement in the underground garage.

Damn you, you still don’t believe me, what the hell can a weak woman do to a two-meter-tall man like you?

I suppressed my anger and half-squinted my eyes. I took out my phone and clicked on Google Maps to carefully zoom in on this area. I was pretty sure that the green dot was around me. Looking at the direction, it should be behind the red train in front of me.

I looked up for a while and observed the red truck in front of me that was supposed to be transporting goods, and took a tentative step closer.

Well, still no response.

Half-squinting my eyes is usually a small action when I focus on something or suppress my anger. I took a deep breath, rubbed my face, rubbed away the thin anger on my face, and told myself that I couldn't be angry with a nervous old man. Sailors are rude, be patient, be patient...

"IpromisethatIjustwanttohelpyou,Idon'tknowwhatyou'vebeenthoughtbutnowyouareseriouslyinjured.Youha\vetogoback,wearelookingforyou. (I promise that I just want to help you, I don't know what you have been through but your injuries are very serious now. You have to go back, we are all looking for you." )"

I kept my voice calm and rational, trying to reason with the old sailor who was all over the place. At the same time, I slowed down and cautiously approached Sengoku's hiding place.

"I don't know who you are, you don't need to worry that I will selling you out or something else... (I don't know who you are, you don't have to worry about me betraying you or anything else)" The words that came out of his mouth became more and more comforting, using the tone of deceiving a child. Looking at the motionless person.I have reached the middle and back half of the train. The map shows that I am getting closer and closer to the green dot representing the target person. My blue dot and his green dot are almost overlapping...

Inexplicably, I was a little nervous: "Howareyounow? Doyoufeelalright? (Are you okay now?)" I carefully took the last step towards the back of the car, and opened the rain cover on the truck compartment that blocked my view. Slowly, Turn around and step into the shadows at the back of the carriage...

"MayIdosomethingfor...you? Eh???"

As soon as my eyes adjusted to the gloomy darkness, I was speechless by the sight before me before I could even finish my words.

The back of the large red truck was violently pried open, and the door was open. A tall and sturdy man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown was half-lying on the steps of the truck, trying to climb into the truck. posture, motionless.

I:"………………"

What is this scenario.

I walked forward expressionlessly and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Excuseme"

The man didn't respond.

Unable to shout, I simply stretched out my hand, turned his face over, and felt his breath.

Well, I still have some energy.

Take another look at his whole body.

Very good, all the wounds that should have collapsed collapsed, and there were dots of blood oozing all over the body, and the hospital gown was stained with blood.

...............

..............................

I retracted my hand and stood silently, staring at the runaway patient who seemed to be "in the middle of escaping, he just opened the back door of someone's car with his bare hands and tried to climb in, but he bled too much and fainted."

Take a deep breath.

Then spit it out slowly...

call----

king!eight!Egg! ! ! ! !

The anger that surged up in an instant almost burned out my sanity. Just before I was about to curse, I picked up a brick and slapped the unconscious patient on the head. I gritted my teeth hard and held on tightly. Got the phone.

The big words "You have arrived at your destination" on the screen of my mobile phone are always reminding me that this unreliable and foolhardy guy is my hero. Whether I can go home depends on him, which makes me choke. Taking a breath, Sa Ye was holding it in and almost couldn't hold it in anymore...

Damn it, I was so angry that Gu Qi fainted...

After struggling for my life to regain my composure for a long time, I panted and held on to the carriage, pressing the phone number at the hospital front desk with trembling fingers.

"Hi, I found him." I was so angry that I forced myself to keep my tone calm. I described our current location, hung up the phone, and waited for the inpatient department to search for Sengoku, the sneaky patient. The nurses from No. [-] came to support and carried back the idiot who couldn't escape and had a gaping wound.

I flicked on the screen to open QQ, entered my task panel with an expressionless face, and glanced at the large task progress bar and several small daily task progress bars.Among them, the third main task: the conversation with the task target exceeds 500 sentences and has begun to make progress. A (39\\500) number appears behind the blank progress bar.

Oh, it turns out that my unilateral words to him also count.

That's fine.

I glanced at Seng Guo, who was unconscious in a very subtle posture. Although he was covered in blood and looked miserable and pitiful, I couldn't sympathize with him at all - he didn't even lie down on the bed, and he deserved what he deserved. .

Anyway, I fainted...

Before I could think about it for a second, the next moment I opened the reading app on my phone and clicked on "The Collection of Flying Birds".

After clearing my throat a little, I started reading aloud to Sengoku, who had passed out, without any hindrance: "Straybirdsofsummercometomywindowtosingandflyaway."

Andyellowle□□esofautumn,whichh□□enosongs,flutterandfalltherewithasign.”

If you want to complete the mission, now is the time. The humanoid NPC loses consciousness and cannot act independently. This is a God-given opportunity.

As for why you should read poetry collections?

Oh, because the sentences in the poetry collection are short.

In order to match Tagore's beautiful poems, I deliberately relaxed my expression and looked smiling, but only I knew that in my heart I was shouting, "Sell me!"

Haha, you bastard in the Warring States Period, be prepared to sell yourself to pay off your debts.

My mouth was mechanically reading a collection of poems as if it were disconnected from my brain. When I thought about the medical bills that would keep coming next, I almost burst into tears.

MMP.