After five attempts of death escape, I was trapped in Shura Field

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Chapter 44 Little Brother 44

Chapter 44 Little Brother 44

Shingen only took a sip of soup, no more than twenty milliliters.

It was that spoonful of black soup that seemed to have no effect that caused Shingen to fall into a long sleep.

When he woke up, it was already eleven o'clock at noon the next day. Shingen looked at the date and time on his watch and was surprised to find that he had been unconscious for a full 17 hours - although Shingen always slept for a long time, he had never been asleep for so long.

If the sun hadn't shone into the room through the open window and fallen on Shingen's face, he would have slept until the afternoon.

Shingen blinked slowly and looked at the wooden ceiling and light green tatami.

After a long period of coma, his memory of this world has become indifferent, and the only effects of the Hell Spirit Mushroom Soup Hot Pot are "strong matcha sleep-breaking" and "boiling asphalt".

After gradually waking up, Shingen cursed Dazai Osamu in his heart for being indifferent. Fortunately, after bargaining, he only drank a spoonful. If he drank a whole bowl like Kunikida Doppo, his annual leave would be completely wasted.

Although the brain automatically cleared the memory about the taste out of self-protection, Shingen could still clearly remember that Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo each drank a full bowl of mushroom soup yesterday.

He didn't know what substance caused the coma. What was certain was that the two of them must have been comatose longer than himself.

Shingen sat up and looked for the instigator in the bedroom.

He was surprised to find that, perhaps because he slept for 17 hours, he was not sleepy at all, and became as light as a swallow, and the fatigue caused by work was swept away.

...Although it is far from the ideal state, it does indirectly achieve high spirits.

Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo were lying in the center of the room and in the closet respectively. Out of concern for his colleagues, Shingen stood up and walked towards them to confirm their breathing.

Still alive, great.

Osamu Dazai was lying on his back on the tatami. Based on his messy hairstyle and wrinkled shirt, Shingen was sure that he must have been rolling around in the room again last night.

Shingen stretched out two fingers, pinched his cheek, and pinched it gently: "Dazai-kun, get up quickly - can you hear me?"

Dazai Osamu was still fast asleep, but he slightly frowned. You can probably feel someone pinching you, but you can't escape the dream.

Shingen sighed, praying in his heart that they wouldn't really sleep for a full week before waking up, otherwise Nakajima Atsushi and others would take annual leave next week, and he and Edogawa Ranpo might have to work 16 hours a day.

On the other side, Kunikida Doppo was curled up on the quilt in the closet in an inverted position. His face was slightly red from being inverted for a long time.