MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 112

crunch, crunch...

"Brother, the stairs are too loose. Most of the money we earn is used to support these guys. They don't even repair the stairs, and there is no one to entertain them all the way down."

While they were talking, they had come to the bottom floor, the metal door was tightly closed, and the indicator light was always on.

Gin glanced at him, "You stay here."

Vodka was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, just nodded.

Gin said while entering the password: "Anyone other than me who comes out of this door will be killed."

Vodka: "Yes!"

In addition to being good at driving, he has another advantage of being a gin brother for so many years. He is sensible enough to ask questions when he should, and he will never say half a word when he shouldn't.

He understood that they came today to silence them. As for why, that's not what he should know.

After examining fingerprints and irises, Gin walked into the open metal door, which was spacious, but there were only four living people.

The main function of this door is not to prevent outsiders from invading, but to trap the talents inside. After all... this research institute has been abandoned, along with the plan it was responsible for at that time.

A man in a white coat welcomed him into a room. The space was divided into two, with a one-way viewing glass standing in the middle. The password door was the only passage. The half they were in was crowded with various instruments, including Precision machines that monitor vital signs, brain wave fluctuations, etc.

Gin's gaze lingered on the person on the other side of the glass, his eyes narrowed: "Just this one?"

"I also want to have a few more, but you only sent one person." The person in charge said, "I don't care what his identity is, but here, he is our No. 0."

Of course, Gin knew that they couldn't get another experimental body, he was just surprised by the appearance of the person inside.

Before that, he had only heard the name of the white ghost and had never seen it. He always thought that the other party was a ruthless character, not to mention fierce and evil, at least he had to be full of momentum. The face of the other party's good student was really beyond his conjecture.

The silver-haired killer looked away and looked at the smiling person in charge: "Number Zero?"

The person in charge said: "Zero symbolizes the end and also represents the beginning. After the Dusk Plan was abolished, I have been waiting for this day. Do you know the Dusk Plan? You should not know, I remember that you applied for Veritaserum, which was given by the logistics department. It's a potion of similar efficacy, a trophy from a private research institute, but it's actually a random compilation of origins."

"The effect is not as good as the Veritaserum." Gin's face darkened a bit, remembering his experience of using the potion on an organization member, and sneered, "At least the guy who drank the Veritaserum can't speak... Heh, yin and yang weirdness. Is that the result of your research? Waste, no wonder you want to beat a little girl at a young age."

The person in charge: "That's not the medicine used to make the Veritaserum! And if you still take it orally, it's obviously an injection!"

Gin spit at his remarks, "Tell me about your current progress."

The person in charge took a deep breath and reluctantly convinced himself not to care.

Whether his project can be reopened depends on the success or failure of the project. If No. 0 succeeds, it will be a new beginning. If No. 0 fails, it is really over.

He said: "The instruction implantation has been successful, and the next test can be started at any time. At present, No. 0's brain and spirit are not abnormal. According to the requirements, we did not let him realize his real situation during this period. But this way , the final test cannot be carried out here, and he must be returned to the outside world."

"To be more specific, explain the instructions you implanted."

The person in charge couldn't believe it, why did he send a guy who didn't know anything to make trouble for them?

He took a breath and suppressed his desire to hit someone: "Then let's start with the evening plan."

The dusk plan is to use psychological suggestion, hypnosis and other methods to implant instructions into a person's brain. When the instruction is triggered, the person will unconditionally obey the activator's order, and will not retain any memory during the period after the end.

In this way, they can silently control anyone, officials, businessmen, police, the movement of the organization can be unimpeded, and there is no need to worry about its existence being exposed.

The idea is very good, but whether it is psychological suggestion or hypnosis, it is a long-term process, and also requires the cooperation of the parties, and the success rate is not 100%.

Therefore, they developed a drug, which is used by gin as a Veritaserum. The effect of Veritaserum can only be regarded as incidental, and the drug is actually used to speed up the progress.

It can force people to open up their spiritual world. What to do with them at this time is as simple as writing on paper with a pencil, hinting, hypnosis, whether it is adding or changing, it becomes as easy as the palm of your hand. While the effect is so powerful, it is also very dangerous.

Of the hundreds of people in the file, half of them had their brains screwed up and turned into a vegetative state at the first step, and most of the remaining half were mentally retarded due to subsequent suggestion and psychological control. Or lunatic, in the last small part, the vast majority of instruction implantation failed and did not achieve the desired effect, and only a few people succeeded. But their memory was irreversibly affected.

Some people bring stories into themselves, and they firmly believe that they are Kamen Riders, some people can't tell the difference between the past and the present, some people have confused memories, and from time to time they have to switch between ten, twenty and thirty years old. , their situation is different, the only thing in common is that they can no longer integrate into the daily life before.

The plan was scrapped after less than two years, because the organization itself was strong enough, and it was good to have obedient puppets.

But it doesn't affect anything. They have a lot of money, but they are all earned from crimes and crimes. Compared with this, the organization still pays more attention to the research and development of APTX-4869.

Therefore, the funds were withdrawn directly, and the researchers here were sent to other places where there was a shortage of people to shine.

But the former person in charge, Hirosue, never gave up, and firmly believed that the potential of this plan would be discovered sooner or later.

Now is the opportunity.

To grasp it is to grasp the funds.

Guangsue even reduced the amount of medication very cautiously, and No. 0, who entrusted him with high expectations, was also very successful.

He spoke dryly, and finally asked Gin, "Would you like to test it?"

Gin nodded slightly.

Hiromo then said: "The starting word is crépuscule (dusk)."

Gin passed through the open password door to the other side of the glass, and the light bar turned on, finally seeing the whole picture of the boy in front of him.

The white floor was stained with blood, and the other party sat on the metal chair with his head bowed, and there were stripes of bruises on his bare wrists.

But at this moment, freedom is not restricted, the slender needle is submerged into the skin, and the transparent liquid is slowly infused into the blood vessels.

"He was very tolerant, and we thought the methods used to test compliance in the past could be risky. So special drugs were used, mixed in nutrients, to increase his sensitivity to pain. Regarding the source of the wound, co-authors Port wine picture, we have also given him a psychological suggestion." Hirosu explained, "You can activate him now, and then say the command."

Gin's eyes swept away from those wounds and said, "crépuscule."

The black-haired boy looked up at him, his eyes were empty, like a robot, still a student.

The more Jin Jiu looked at that face, the more unpleasant he felt. He didn't like any kind of ghost at first, and at this moment, he was extremely unhappy.

He threw the gun on the boy and ordered, "Pick it up and shoot yourself in the head."

"What!" Guangmo was shocked, "Wait! Stop it!"

He didn't care about his nearly fifty-year-old body, he flew and was kicked away by Jinjiu halfway.

Fortunately, the expected gunshot didn't sound, only a click. Gin took the gun from the boy's hand, and the empty cartridge case fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

There are bullets in it, but the one that is ready to be fired in the chamber is just an empty shell. Whether it is feel or weight, there is no flaw until the shot is fired.

Qiu Zeyao woke up in the evening of the third day, opened his eyes and saw a familiar scene, if it wasn't for Mr. A who was still outside, he almost didn't know his identity.

With half of the hanging glucose remaining, he struggled to sit up, but suddenly his body froze.

He didn't eat during the coma, but the infusion was full of water. Patients who couldn't take care of themselves always had to have a tube inserted into them. Qiu Zeyao was already experienced in this, and it was nothing to do, but it was in the hospital.

Now he is in a room he is familiar with. Toru Amuro is hiding a criminal. Matsuda Jinpei has a better relationship with him, so he must not be free to move. So it stands to reason that there will be no other people here, which means...

Qiu Ze Yao sat up with a blank expression, and the shameful red spread from his face to his neck.

He bent his legs close to his chest, and covered his face with his hands at the same time, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

In short, find a way to escape first, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to meet with Amuro. Not only was the matter of the two being one exposed, but now, still...doing such a thing.

He knew that the other party wouldn't think too much, but that didn't stop him from feeling embarrassed.

Qiu Zeyao made up his mind and quickly unplugged all kinds of things. He even took a small breath because he was too eager. He almost jumped off the bed and pulled out his clothes in the closet to put them on. Pile of new pairs of unused shoes.

It was wise to have similar body types in the first place.

While affirming himself, Qiu Zeyao took out a piece of scratch paper, took out a pen and left a few lines.

The message was neatly pressed under the cup. He took one last look at the room, came to the balcony, and stepped on the railing, just as he was about to exert his strength.

"What are you doing?"

Is this some kind of curse?

Every time you escape, you must be caught?

But now he can't stay no matter what, he really doesn't know how to face that person.

Run!

Qiu Ze Yao's heart skipped a beat, stepping on the railing and jumping out.

The winter wind seemed to lift him up. But in the end, he didn't escape the gravity. He fell from the second floor. When he was about to reach the ground, an arm suddenly grabbed him from behind. The vision in front of him swayed. to the ground.

"Are you OK?

"Do you know what you are doing?" Qiu Zeyao's words were interrupted by the other party.

Amuro landed on his back, pulled Qiu Zeyao, who was holding up his body, by the collar. The two were very close together, and the anger in the purple-gray eyes was unobstructed. After a while, he said, "Can you explain to me why you did this?"

Akizawa:…

He subconsciously avoided the other's gaze, moved his lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... Mr. Amuro."

He doesn't seem to have much to say other than apologizing.