Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Belmod had also heard a little bit about what happened last night, so she was surprised by what happened suddenly this morning.

After all, Rum just had an incident last night, and the news that broke out this morning cannot be a coincidence.

So, Belmode, who was suspicious of this and couldn't leave the hospital for the past few days, came here to ask Whiskey for confirmation.

Whiskey's expression was indifferent, with the word "bored" written unabashedly on his face. His usually fair face was rarely blue at the bottom of his eyes, showing a hint of weariness, and it was obvious that he had not slept well.

Of course, it wasn't just last night. In order to avoid being noticed as much as possible, since Whiskey was admitted to the hospital, the Duke usually came over at night to test Whiskey's drug reaction.

It's just that in the past few days, Whiskey could lie in bed and calmly survive the short-lived drug reaction, but last night he had to get out of bed.

Then, facing the obviously intensified sequelae, under the watch of the Duke, while confirming the relevant situation with Rum, he urgently revised the previous plan.

With a high concentration of energy and brain, despite the torment of the sequelae, and not sleeping all night, and not sleeping well for several days in a row, I only had a black eye, which was considered a good foundation for whiskey.

In fact, the previous reply to Belmode was already the limit of Whiskey's endurance.

If Whiskey hadn't been so angry because of the flaw in Rum's action plan this time that he had to get up in the middle of the night to clean up his mess, he wouldn't have even wanted to say that to Belmode.

The aftereffects of last night's medicine were severe. Even after taking a soothing medicine, Whiskey was still dizzy and nauseous.

At this time, the Duke, who was known as the Karasuma family's personal doctor, walked in from the door holding a record book.

After taking a look at Whiskey's physical condition and confirming that there was nothing wrong with Whiskey and that the impatience on his face was just because the soothing agent had not fully taken effect, the Duke happily joined in the less lively conversation between Belmod and Whiskey.

The Duke was quite satisfied with the results of the drug test over the past few days.

If Renye Karasuma hadn't repeatedly warned the Duke before he came to see Whiskey, and even strictly ordered him to only conduct the most basic adaptability test on Whiskey this time.

Also, if you experience any adverse reactions to whiskey, you need to stop drinking it immediately.

The Duke really planned to kidnap the person to the laboratory and stay there for a few more days.

It's a pity that the person in front of him is not only the core cadre of the organization, but also the indispensable top leader of the equipment team. He is also highly regarded by Karasuma Renye and can be said to be a very close treasured adopted son.

As early as when Whiskey first entered the organization, the Duke had had the idea of ​​Whiskey.

One of the drugs used during the eight months of torture that Whiskey endured was a derivative that accidentally appeared during the Duke's core experiments.

It was originally used to test the drug compatibility of experimental subjects. However, due to the extremely painful test reaction, many experimental subjects who could not bear the psychological endurance directly chose to commit suicide and were abandoned by the Duke.

Then, Rum, Champagne and Gin were interrogated by the discerning trio.

Then, this medicine was used on Whiskey, a second-generation ancestor who had just been sent to the organization and insisted that he had no mechanical knowledge at all and was just a bit of a brain who liked racing cars and fighting.

It was that time, after Whiskey stayed awake and survived the drug torture, the Duke became interested in him and sent someone to obtain relevant data.

Later, through data comparison, the Duke discovered that whiskey actually had a very high degree of adaptability to one of the three top-secret core series of experiments, making it a perfect experimental subject.

The Duke, who was delighted to see the hunter, hit it off with the scheming Rum, and added a lot of drug torture to the eight-month torture of Whiskey.

And as the whiskey continued to drink again and again, the Duke's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Later, when the Duke planned to go further and secretly administer the basic first-class product of the core series of experimental substances to Whiskey, Renye Karasuma stopped the Duke's plan and prohibited the Duke from conducting drug tests on Whiskey.

More than a month later, whiskey ushered in its real birth in the assessment specially set up for it by Champagne.

Over the years, except for the two potions taken away by Renye Karasuma, there was no connection between the Duke and Whiskey, nor was there a single meeting.

Until—this trip to the hospital.

For some unknown reason, Belmod had a very pleasant chat with the Duke.

The two of them had a lively discussion in front of Whiskey, one of the planners, surrounding the breaking news about the FBI director that was still being broadcast on TV, and about Rum's rescue operation last night.

He also looked over at Whiskey from time to time, trying to draw him into the topic.

The whiskey didn't arouse the slightest interest in this, and the palliative began to take effect. The belated weariness and the gradual relaxation of the heaviness in his brain made him feel sleepy.

He was actually allowed to close his eyes and repose, and fell asleep in front of Belmode and the Duke.

From the moment he walked in, Belmode, who had been paying attention to the state of his whiskey, immediately noticed his calming breathing.

The originally lively conversation came to an abrupt end.

Belmode, who has personally experienced this highly effective soothing agent, knows that it contains a large amount of calming and sedative ingredients, and it has an excellent effect even for people who are extremely wary of whiskey.

As long as he didn't get close to the psychological alert range that Whiskey had set for himself, he would sleep well for a few hours under the influence of the demulcent drug.

Belmode looked at Whiskey, and saw that Whiskey's sharp and handsome features, which showed a ruthless edge when he opened his eyes, closed his blood-colored eyes that could see through people's hearts, and his face became softer due to the weakness that was no longer concealed. He spoke softly and calmly:

"Sir, it seems that he has made a plan, but this may not be a happy thing for you."

Even if you can reverse the flow of time, have endless life, and live forever, so what?

It just means sinking forever in this dark abyss.

Lucky? But this must be an extremely unfortunate thing for your whiskey.

A person who has no desire to live in his eyes and whose eyes are as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He is only left in this world by the two extremely thin and extremely tough ropes of love and hate.

Belmod's voice was very soft, and the whiskey had no reaction. He had already fallen into the deepest sleep under the influence of the palliative, and this sound could not wake him up at all.

"Are you pitying Whiskey? He's much luckier than you."

The Duke still used the same tone as before, and when he saw the sympathy in Belmod's eyes, he felt funny in his heart.

It's really laughable that this woman, whose heart is colder than a snake and scorpion and harder than a diamond, still has such feelings.

Could she have forgotten that she was sent to a laboratory that never saw the light of day precisely because blood from the same source was flowing in her body?

If that one-of-a-kind miracle hadn't happened to her, how could she have survived to make such ridiculous remarks in front of him.

Now she actually sympathizes with Whiskey. Could it be that after this series of dark baptisms, this woman actually still has a softness left in her heart.

This can be interesting.

"Sir, you value him very much, and your past fate will not happen again to him.

The final result of the Dark Night Lighthouse will be given as a precious gift to his adopted son who has acknowledged it personally. "

Speaking of this, the Duke's eyes clearly showed a hint of regret:

“With Mr.’s repeated warnings, I can only conduct a basic drug suitability test on whiskey this time.

Although I really want him to be an experimental subject, it's just that he is now the recipient of the gift chosen by Mr.

Therefore, my task became to condition Whiskey’s body to be able to accept that gift. "

With great regret in his heart, the Duke, like Belmode, set his sights on whiskey:

"He will not become an experimental subject like you. This was decided by Sir eleven years ago.

As for whether you are happy or not, it no longer means anything to a person whose future destiny has been decided. "

No matter in the past, now or in the future, that gentleman has never given whiskey a second choice.

Whiskey slept deeply. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already filled with stars.

Glancing around, Belmode and the Duke were neither there.

Relevant news was still playing softly on the TV, and the warm yellow light projected from overhead silently dispelled the desolation of the night.

Maintaining the position he had before falling asleep, Whiskey put his entire body weight on the sofa he was lazily leaning on at the moment, his bright red eyes staring at the TV in front of him without any disturbance.

Even though his eyes reflected the scene playing on the TV screen, almost all of his attention at the moment was focused on the tiny headset worn on the inside of his right ear, which was hidden by the hair on the side of the ear and was difficult to detect.

The previous conversation between Belmode and the Duke after he fell asleep was being played verbatim in the headset.

After listening to the whole thing in silence, Whiskey stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The identity of Fugana, the real culprit in the serial mutilation case, was revealed in a declaration letter. The six victims jointly took revenge and killed Fugana in the hospital. The FBI urgently and sloppily closed the case.

The FBI, which was originally stationed outside the hospital in the name of protection, lost its reason to stay.

The drug reaction last night was severe. After the soothing injection, the Duke was reluctant to tell Whiskey that the drug adaptability test was over.

He has already initially cleaned up the mess on Rum's side, and it is Rum's own job to deal with the information later.

He had also taken this opportunity to deliver the big gift to the FBI that Karasuma Renye had requested. The negative news that the FBI director broke, coupled with the extremely ironic announcement letter from before.

Unless aliens invade and the FBI saves the earth, it will not be easy to pick up the face the FBI has lost in a short period of time.

All the trouble was over, and by rights, Whiskey should have had a good night's sleep tonight.

However, perhaps the effect of the soothing agent was too strong. After sleeping for the whole noon and afternoon, I didn't feel sleepy at all.

The spring breeze is about to leave and summer is approaching. Even at night, even though Whiskey is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the private ward on the top floor of the hospital dozens of meters high, the wind blowing in from the half-open window is still gentle.

He stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time. He should have been thinking a lot, but in the end, he thought of nothing. He just let go of all his thoughts and calmly looked down at the night scene outside the window.

The bodyguard assigned by the Duke in advance delivered the belated dinner on time at eight o'clock in the evening.

The bodyguard not only carried a three-tiered oversized food box, but also a large and well-sealed medical medicine box.

After placing the food in the food box on the dining table, the bodyguard whispered to Whiskey who was sitting at the dining table.

This was left to him by his personal physician.

Without paying attention to what was in the medical kit, Whiskey finished his dinner quietly, and then went to the bathroom to take a hot shower while the bodyguard was putting away the dishes and cleaning up.

Finally, Whiskey, who had half-dried bright red hair and was wearing beige pajamas, carried the rather small medical kit into the bedroom.

In a European manor,

After feeding the pet crow and completing daily digestion activities, Renye Karasuma received the information report from the Duke via email.

After it was confirmed that Whiskey's reaction to the drug test had reached the limit set by Karasuma Renye in advance, he could not continue to undergo further drug adaptability testing.

The Duke simply left a pile of medicine injections for recovery, and then left the hospital without looking back.

During this trip to the hospital, including every test drug used on Whiskey, Whiskey's reaction to these drugs, and everything he observed, the Duke wrote everything down in the letter sent to Karasuma Renye. on that email.

After reading the part about whiskey, Renye Karasuma turned his attention to the conversation between the Duke and Belmod.

Heart softened? Maybe you met someone who is extremely important to you besides the members of the organization.

After becoming suspicious, Karasuma Renye was very keenly aware of the strangeness as she recalled the Bermod she had seen in recent years.

In that child's eyes, there has been a very warm light hidden in these years.

Having come to the conclusion, Karasuma Renya was not angry at all.

In his opinion, even if Belmode hides a trace of light, it is impossible for him to betray him.

After all, a woman who has been dyed black from head to toe has no place for her except to accept the darkness of all colors.

If you insist on chasing, you will only end up like a moth flying into a flame, with no bones left.

Belmod has always been a smart kid, so he can't see through this.

Although she believed it in her heart, Renya Karasuma, who always liked to nip things in the bud, still mentioned the matter to Rum a little bit.

After receiving the order, Rum was surprised at first, and then showed a happy expression.