Today is also bald for Ke Xue at the winery

After driving the person away, Asama Miya still remained angry, and sent a message to the boss with a sneer to complain.

[The police in the island country intend to cross the river and demolish the bridge, planning to throw me and Wang Xiangnv out of the system to divert the public's dissatisfaction with the "random murder" murderer who was not caught by the police. ——eiswei

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The boss did not reply immediately.

It's not surprising that he and Gin are still stranded in Europe, and the speed of sending and receiving messages is naturally not as fast as before.

But Asama Yane believes that after the organization is free, it will definitely return a big gift to the police in the island country.

She took a deep breath, calmed her mind, turned her anger into motivation, and started the slow-moving "big plan".

The facts that happened today fully prove that if she wants to gain the right to speak in front of the powerful, she must have the power to control the current situation and make people dare not peek at it.

Otherwise, the half-empty prestige bottle of water can easily be sold by these cruel politicians to earn prestige.

The "big plan" must be accelerated.

Yami Asama, who entered the fighting state, was enthusiastic about her work. She first spent a day speeding up all the existing projects in the laboratory, and then got on the car to the animal experiment base.

Thanks to the hard work of peripheral members out of fear of losing their jobs, the animal experiment base was built just after the New Year and is now officially in use.

There are only two projects in the animal experiment base, which are the rat experiment to verify the efficacy of the "Silver Bullet" series, and the creation experiment to cultivate the seeds of the "virtual reality" world imitating Akihiko Kayaba.

Learning from the failure experience of the assistant group last time, this time the new assistant was not sent directly to Asama Yami, but was placed in the newly built animal experiment base for observation for a period of time.

Yane Asama sat on the swivel chair, flipping through the experimental records of the new assistant.

Curacao with different-colored pupils bowed his head and stood in front of the new boss, feeling uneasy.

Because she knew too much inside information about the organization that she shouldn't know, she was originally scheduled to be destroyed, but before she was sent to the test bench, Belmode and Rum took action to stop the matter at the same time.

After a brief confrontation between the two big men, Belmode was slightly better, took her away, and sent her to this island country.

Curacao still remembers every expression and movement of the woman with a mysterious smile when she spoke:

The blond beauty was lazily leaning on the sofa, flicking her nails carelessly, her calm voice contained coldness, "From now on, it's your job to take care of Eswain, her daily life, her research, her Safety, her mood... are all in your responsibility. So, you'd better live yourself as the shadow of Eswain."

Today, her warning is still ringing in her ears, "If anything happens to Eswain, I will definitely let you live or die."

Belmode seldom threatens others so bluntly, so once she speaks out this threat, it means that the consequences will be cruel, beyond the imagination of the person involved.

It can be seen how important Eswain is to her.

For Eswain, who was able to let the organization spare her death, Curacao guessed various identities, including but not limited to politicians, big entrepreneurs, organization funders, senior veterans... until she was stuffed into the animal experiment base.

Facing the caged mice and rats, the woman with silver hair and demon eyes held the standard test operation manual in her hand, her expression turned blank.

The organization took a huge risk to keep her database alive, is it just to raise mice?

Fortunately, the follow-up development is not what Curacao thought.

This is a test question Eswain gave her - to complete an animal experiment in the experimental animal base.

Only if the answer sheet meets the requirements, will she have a chance to survive and become her assistant.

The experimental record that Eswain is reading now is the result of Curacao's food and clothing for more than a month.

Curacao has some regrets: Is this experimental record too simple?

In addition to recording the regular year, month, day, air humidity and temperature in the record book, it is the three meals, weight, and medication of the mice.

During the experiment, a large number of those delicate mice died, and now there are only a few sporadic ones that are sick and alive, and may die at any time.

Will she be sentenced to death for raising rats to death?

The experiment record was turned to the last page, and Yane Asama saw the attached experiment report with a playful expression:

"Is this the report you wrote?"

Curacao straightened his back and replied, "Yes."

"How did you come up with the idea to write this? Nobody in the lab should have asked you to."

Curacao tried his best to restrain his nervousness and said: "I observed that the members of the base would issue a corresponding summary report after completing the animal experiments, and attach the report to the end of the experiment record. So I imitated an experiment in accordance with the standard format of the base. Summarize."

A smile finally appeared on Yasuke Asama's expressionless face: "Congratulations, Curacao. From today, you are my assistant."

Curacao showed a small smile, "Hello, Master Eswain."

Yane Asama's mouth twitched, "Another name, Dr. Asama or Doctor."

Being called "adult" always has the illusion of being swept into the garbage dump sooner or later.

"Okay, Dr. Asama."

Yami Asama nodded, read the test report in her hand, and couldn't help but praise the new assistant: "The data analysis part of the test report can be used directly. Good job."

Curacao finally completely relaxed his tense body.

After saying goodbye to death, a new future is about to begin.

The new job is busy. Curacao has multiple jobs. Not only does she have to work as Eswain's assistant in the laboratory from [-] am to [-] pm, but she is also responsible for taking care of her daily life, including but not limited to meals, clothing, etc. Washing, clothing matching, itinerary arrangement.

Even though he is so busy, Curacao still likes the job that is so busy that he has no time to think.

In order to become a qualified all-round assistant, she has put in 12 points of effort.

"Doctor, repeated experiments on animals have been completed, and the test results are the same as the previous ones; the mid-term summary of the pregnant woman's physical examination data of the Zhichanling detector has been completed, and all test centers have completed enrollment; the physical examination center has submitted the center's physical examination data from last month , the number of people undergoing medical examinations has increased by about 10 compared with the previous month..."

Curacao methodically reported the progress of all the experiments to Yami Asama.

Asama Yami listened with her chin propped up, and asked, "How about the list of experts in the field of electronic information engineering that I asked you to call? Is there any news from the intelligence team?"

Curacao thought for a moment, "The island's intelligence team responded that the local list of the island country has been sorted out, but the American list and the European list need Mr. Rum's nod, and then connect with the local intelligence team."

Asama Yane curled her lips and said: "Let them stop talking, and send the local list first. The next stage of the experiment is inseparable from the artificial intelligence for big data processing, but don't have to do it because of the lack of artificial intelligence at that time. It would be ridiculous to calculate manually with straw paper."

Curacao nodded yes.

The island's intelligence team did not dare to neglect Eswain, and immediately sent the list after receiving the call from Curacao.

The person who sent the list was an old acquaintance known by Miya Asama:

Toru Amuro.

Bourbon whiskey today.

The blond-haired, black-skinned young man was as sunny as ever, and he brought a very understanding gift: Miya Asama's favorite half-ripe cheese.

Under Curacao's vigilant eyes, Asama Yami quickly opened the snack box and happily put a piece into her mouth.

"Your skills have improved again, Amuro." She narrowed her eyes contentedly.

"As long as it suits your appetite." Amuro said with a smile, "It's been so long since I came back to China, it's totally rude of me to say it. I really hope that this snack can make me get your forgiveness."

Asama Yami swallowed the sweet cake in her mouth, "Of course I forgive you, this dessert deserves my forgiveness for anything."

Toru Amuro smiled, ignoring Curacao's increasingly vigilant expression, "Here is the list you need," he handed over the information bag, "It contains not only the work resumes of the experts themselves, but also their schooling experience, Household situation and balance sheet.”

Curacao took a step forward, took the information bag first, opened it and browsed it quickly.

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This is?"

"My new assistant, Curacao." Asama Yami replied casually, hesitating whether to start with the last piece of snack, "After you left, many things became more troublesome, so the organization simply sent me another an assistant."

Toru Amuro looked at Curacao: female, code member, seems to be the same age as Miya Asama.From this point of view, the organization has always been worried about Yane Asama, and has never given up placing eyeliner by her side to keep track of her movements at any time.

"It seems that Ms. Curacao is very capable, otherwise she wouldn't be able to bypass her boss and directly take over the intelligence processing work."

Curacao responded with a murderous stare at the yin and yang of the bourbon wine, "Information processing is the right that the doctor gave me, and it is also my job. The doctor must not be exhausted by the pile of work like you did when you were serving. Body."

Asama Yami came back to her senses and nodded in agreement, "Curacao is super capable! After she came, I became much more relaxed."

Amuro lowered his eyes hurt when he heard the words, and said apologetically: "We were indeed unqualified at that time, and we were not used for anything, and could only be swept into the garbage dump."

Uh... Miya Asama stuttered, but it's not entirely their fault.

At that time, Toru Amuro and the three of them were not reused for many reasons.

She reluctantly said: "Curaçao mainly helped me more in the experiment. The three of you were left idle at the beginning because the majors were not suitable."

Toru Amuro said: "So that's how it is. Fortunately, we can still be experimental subjects, and we can make a little contribution to your work."

Asama Yane cleared her throat and corrected: "It's not the experimental subject, it's the subject. The experimental subject is the name for experimental animals in animal experiments. In clinical trials, people who participate in the experiment are called subjects. "

"You are not guinea pigs without human rights, and my experimental project is not an unethical human experiment."

Regarding the green tea behavior of the bourbon wine, Curacao forcibly inserted the topic to divert the attention of the boss:

"Doctor, I checked the experimental records just now, and the subjects Toru Amuro, Zhu Xingda, and Hikari Midorikawa have all arrived for a return visit."

She glanced at Toru Amuro coldly, and said to her boss, "There's no need to bother again, Toru Amuro's return visit can be scheduled today."

Asama Yane asked Toru Amuro: "Are you busy later? The return visit will not take too much time, three hours is enough."

Amuro Toru's eyes darkened, and he smiled and agreed to the return visit.