Conan: I am definitely not a kid

--what did I do?

Shirley lowered her head, her eyes unfocused, as if she was back in front of the huge observation window in the laboratory.

"Help! Help——! Ahhhh——!"

The man in hospital clothes fell to the ground, letting out a heart-rending wail that almost echoed throughout the entire floor. His skin was as red as a cooked crab, and large beads of sweat fell to the ground like rain.

Although the task given to Shirley by the organization is to research and improve APTX4869, this series of drugs, whose number starts with 4, actually had a very long research and development period. After the death of Mr. and Mrs. Miyano more than ten years ago, it went through several teams. Research from different angles.

This leaves the organization with a huge number of failed products and spin-off products that are extremely unstable.

After Shirley took over the project, she not only had to study the APTX4869 drug itself, but also reviewed these failure cases one by one to learn from them and avoid repeated mistakes in the future.

The number of these cases is staggering and the content is complex, which cannot be recorded by the human brain at all. Shirley maintained the good habits she developed while studying abroad and left her own insights and improvement plans to try while reading.

This is the first time that she has led an entire research team by herself, and she does not have enough understanding of the intricate power relationships within the organization. Therefore, she does not know that besides herself, anyone else can view confidential documents under her authority, or even Instead of being the person in charge, she asked a team of researchers to secretly implement the improvement method she left in her notes.

——The euphemistic name is to help Shirley try and make mistakes, collect information, and accumulate experience.

Then there was the horrifying scene she saw.

The man, whose skin was already red and purple, seemed to have regained his consciousness. He finally found some strength, raised his upper body from the ground, and crawled towards the observation window in a posture that was impossible for humans.

Shirley's eyes fell on his motionless, twisted lower body.

——His lumbar vertebrae were broken.

In fact, this was not the only bone on his body that was broken. Halfway through the climb, his upper right arm snapped into two sections, because the entire weight of his upper body was pressed on this arm during the movement. The broken humerus instantly pierced the skin and flesh, and white bones penetrated from the broken position amid dripping blood.

"...!!"

Even though she knew nothing could be heard from the other side, Shirley still subconsciously covered her mouth and swallowed back her exclamation.

When he finally climbed to the one-way glass of the observation window, the man was unconscious, blood was gushing from his mouth and nose, and his chest was abnormally collapsed inward.

He raised his only movable hand and left a bloody handprint on the one-way window.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and he didn't know if he could still see ahead - even if his vision was still there, he couldn't see the other side of the one-way glass.

But Shirley clearly felt that those blood-filled eyes were looking through the glass, staring resentfully at her as the culprit, unblinking and turbid as if they wanted to leave the last curse before death. There was clear hatred in his eyes.

"You...these demons." The man's voice was already very weak. The blood pouring from the trachea made a terrifying "gurgling" sound, making it almost impossible to hear what he was saying.

"Don't...die well..." The man's dying curse was so strong that in front of the observation window, the other researchers except Shirley subconsciously stepped back.

Shirley stared at the blood-soaked, trembling mouth, and managed to hear every word he spoke.

"Sinners... you are all..." Before he could finish the last sentence, the man fell slumped down, his fingers sliding down weakly on the glass, leaving five bloody fingerprints.

Shirley stood there blankly, with the sight of a man dying tragically in front of her eyes. After the researcher confirmed the death of the experimental subject, entered the observation room and began to check the condition of the body, striving to send it to the autopsy at the freshest time, she faintly came back to her senses. God comes.

Who did this?

Shirley knows the researchers who made this drug. Because they had used the improvement method that the person in charge had not disclosed without permission, the worried researchers who could only be said to be following orders explained everything to Shirley immediately when they were told that they could notify Shirley to come and see the effect of the drug. He also stated that he was under pressure from above and had no intention of stealing the ideas of the person in charge.

for what?

Because her research progress has been stuck in the animal experiment stage for a long time and has not been advanced, the organization saw her resistance to human experiments. In order to warn her not to deliberately delay the research progress, they deliberately staged this scene for her. As long as there is no progress in the right direction Shirley tried, the organization will let the experimental subjects try improved versions of those failed products one by one, letting them die in greater pain than APTX4869.

Who killed him?

--it's me.

Shirley thought, I was the one who made this drug improvement plan, I was the one who asked the organization to use this method to secretly warn, and I was the one who killed him.

"...I," Shirley struggled to extract her thoughts from the memories, uttered a syllable dryly, and then closed her eyes hard.

She must make the organization realize her sincerity and believe that she will not deliberately delay the research progress and stop this senseless human experiment.

Opening her eyes again, Shirley's voice had calmed down: "I admit that the research progress in the past few months was indeed unsatisfactory, but I promise, it won't be this time."

"I can submit a detailed research agenda and am willing to accept supervision. I hope the organization can recognize my next research plan."

Then wait until the drug research reaches the standard for clinical trials, and then proceed...

The man's resentful eyes flashed through Shirley's mind before he died.

When the day comes that human experiments must be conducted...can she really do it?

Shirley didn't dare think about this problem.

She must get through this hurdle first.

Fortunately, Mori Yuro didn't embarrass her and nodded straightforwardly.

Looking at Shirley's performance, Mori Yura understood.

No wonder she was asked to be the candidate for this interrogation. Shirley herself is the highest-ranking person in charge of the entire APTX team. No one can take on the important task of reviewing her research plan from a professional perspective.

Although Mori Yura felt that the organization should not let her have access to confidential research content such as APTX, her reputation among researchers served as a good deterrent to Shirley.

It is really suitable to use it to scare this little girl and ask her not to interfere with the research plan.

Mori Yura glanced at the camera in the corner of the room, indicating that she had completed the task, but she did not receive the instruction to leave in her earphones.

Why, a 15-year-old underage girl lives under the heavy surveillance of the organization, is there anything else wrong that needs her to interrogate?

While Mori Yura was wondering and thinking, Shirley unexpectedly spoke again.

She said, "Lord Madeira, can I ask you a question?"

Mori Yuro was a little surprised: "You said it."

Shirley raised her head, with a faint cry for help in her eyes: "I heard that you once conducted drug experiments on yourself...is it true?"