Has Mr. Zhongya changed back today?

In a research institute on the outskirts of Yokohama, researchers in white coats are busy walking around.

Some of them were arguing with colleagues in the lab, while others were busy recording data.

Heart-piercing howls came from the test bench from time to time, and the experimental subjects in restraint suits struggled painfully, but the special straps fixed them tightly on the test bench, and it was impossible to even move their fingers.

In vivo experiments.

This is an inhumane experiment that is prohibited in any country.

However, the staff in the laboratory acted as if they hadn't heard. The researcher was orderly ordering the assistant to inject the sedative while observing the data on the computer screen.

Mistake;

Mistake;

Another mistake.

This is their Nth experiment. The subject of the experiment is [Transforming ordinary people into supernatural beings in a certain way]. Based on the information provided by the research sponsor—a man with long white hair, they reconstructed a A semi-finished product called "Pandora".

The solidified semi-finished product looks like a bright red gemstone, or the eyes of the poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, but its hardness is not high, and it can be crushed by teeth. It is actually a solid medicine.

However, no matter how they improve the experiment, there is a significant gap in data between the test subject who took Pandora's drug and the general ability user.

This difference in data is not just a difference in "physical ability". The emergence of supernatural beings will lead to an increase in abnormal values ​​in a certain area. This pressure does not come from combat power, but the essential difference between supernatural beings and ordinary people. .

However, this type of reaction did not appear on the test subjects who took the drug.

No matter how superior the physical performance of the experimental subject is, at best it can only quickly squeeze the body's functions to achieve a similar effect.

But they are still not real supernatural beings.

Another failure, anxiety spread silently in the laboratory.

The repression of researchers does not stem from research stalemate.As long as they are researchers, they all want their research to be successful, especially for crazy scientists like them, as long as they break through ethics for experiments, they will not hesitate to conduct such inhumane experiments.

The darkness of Yokohama is like an iceberg on the sea, and what the world sees is only a tip exposed on the sea.And they are part of the darkness beneath the ice.

However, what is even more disturbing is the mysterious sponsor.

A man who called himself Tatsuhiko Shibusawa found them and gave them funds, projects, and materials they dreamed of.

He provided all the help needed for the experiment but never interfered. He just quietly watched the experiment performed again and again, and failed again, with a flat look from beginning to end.

until the end of the last experiment.

"Boring... Really, boring."

He whispered softly, his eyes were as bright red as gemstones on the test bench, and nothing could be reflected.Then, as if he was finally disappointed in them, the man took away most of the semi-finished products in the research institute.

Funding has not stopped.

But at that time, the man's tired words, which seemed like sleepwalking, impressed a researcher standing beside him.A few days later, he heard that a cafe in downtown Yokohama was attacked, and it was reported that local hooligans did it... But afterward, the streets near the cafe were completely blocked, and there were rumors in the underground that there seemed to be "zombies" And news related to port Mafia...

He wants to leave here, leave this research institute.

This place is a magic den!

The researcher lowered his head and left the corridor as normal as possible. During the months of experiments here, he had already memorized the map. When he avoided the patrolling guards and was about to escape from the research institute, an excited expression appeared on his face. , the next moment, the man's expression stiffened.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his head.

"Doctor, this road does not lead to the laboratory."

……

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was peeling an apple when the subordinates of the contemporary name [White Collar] caught the researcher trying to escape and asked Shibusawa what to do.

Under the operation of the sharp knife, the bright red peel meanders and falls into the silver plate.

"Ah, that..."

The white-haired and red-eyed man seemed to be late in remembering who the white-collar was referring to. Of course, it wasn't because he had a bad memory. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't take these small things to heart. In any case, these people couldn't have caused any harm to his plan. Even a small deviation.

"It doesn't matter anymore." His tone was very light, "Anyway... the ability I want is not in it. Dazai-kun, I have something to ask you."

He raised his gaze slowly, red eyes calmly staring at the black-haired young man sitting on the experimental table holding a "Complete Suicide Manual" in one hand.

"Dazai-kun, as far as I know, the reason why you helped me is because your friend, Oda-kun, was designed to die by the leader of Port Mafia. If so, why did you let Port Mafia go in the last operation?" Gravity Maker? With those two exchanged, it's an excellent time to weaken Mafia's forces."

"No," Dazai denied this without raising his head, "it has nothing to do with Odasaku. I help you because you need redemption."

"..."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was silent for a while.

"Salvation?" He whispered softly, "Who do you think saved me? Is it you? The former cadres of Mafia, people with bloody hands, do you think you are the savior?"

Dazai smiled: "How is it possible, I'm not complacent to this extent."

He closed the book with one hand, and jumped down from the experimental table lightly.

"Your purpose is to find a special ability?"

The black-haired young man pointed it out nonchalantly, and then looked at the half-closed white metal door of the empty laboratory: "It's a pity that even if you tried to hack into the databases of supernatural beings in most countries around the world, you still couldn't find that supernatural being, and then... You seem to think now that since the official database does not contain the information you want, what you are looking for may be the ability of an artificial supernatural person born by abnormal means. The lady from the Nishino family is the one you are eyeing. By."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't refute, he said indifferently: "Those two should be on their way here, you left this location in that coffee shop."

Dazai glanced at him casually, his smile unchanged.

"Dazai-kun, you may think that you have seen everything, but the point that makes you think that everything is under your control is also in my prediction."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko finally peeled off the peel, but he didn't intend to eat the pulp, he was just killing time.

The contrast between extreme red and clean white is obvious in the silver plate, which is particularly eye-catching.

He picked up the handkerchief on the table and slowly wiped the juice from his fingers.

Unlike the white-collar who stood by and couldn't understand what the two were saying and couldn't get in the conversation, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's expression was indifferent from the beginning to the end, as if everything that had happened so far could hardly arouse him. surprise and interest.

"However, seeing her is also what I hope for."

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, the door of the research room was attacked by gravity, like a cannonball, passing through the space between Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Dazai, and slammed heavily on the wall behind them.

Metal doors twisted into the walls.

"Master Shibusawa!" The white-collar worker shouted nervously.

At the door, amidst the smoke, a figure in a black coat gradually became clear.

The bodies of guards and researchers in the institute were piled up in disorder in the corridor.Fresh blood splattered everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, and even on the ceiling.

While several people were discussing, the strongest combat force in the port Mafia had already destroyed a facility lightly and came before the mastermind.

"Ah, is it?" Nakahara Chuya obviously heard Shibusawa Ryuhiko's last words, he raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat, his angry eyes were like ice cubes sealing the fiery blue flame inconceivably , said coldly, "I don't remember why she had to see you."