Live broadcast to save the United States

There was silence in the live broadcast room. Whether it was the purpose of the research institute or the physical secrets of Jiasheng Yuanzhi that had been exposed, all kinds of thoughts and ideas arose in those who followed the live broadcast room.

"...I have to find Jiasheng quickly." Wujo Wu sat up abruptly, his expression serious, "God knows what ghosts and monsters are in the live broadcast room, if anyone in it reveals this secret..."

Thinking of that possibility, Gojo Satoru's heart tightened in pain.

"Fortunately, there are quite a lot of people I can recognize in the live broadcast room. It's okay to give some warnings—no, it's not safe, it's better to set up restraints. By the way, let's call Jie and Glass over too. , to kill any existence that might threaten Xiao Jiasheng in the cradle."

The six-eyed Shenzi showed his sharpness at this moment.

Qin Jiu's expression was inexplicably weird. He didn't know the research institute in the live broadcast room, but as a senior cadre of the executive department, he was quite clear about the purpose and pursuit of the organization. Experimental subject?But since he was able to order the people in the research institute, it meant that the woman was most likely Belmode.

The experimental subject that Belmode told him to take good care of... Gin suddenly thought of a possibility.

If that's true, he has to act now.

A powerful supernatural being with multiple abilities, and also has such a perfect physique, it is more efficient to attract him than to use and conduct human experiments.

Edogawa Conan and Haibara Ai looked at each other solemnly. After Haibara Ai pointed out that it was not a hospital, she was prepared for this situation, but she never expected that the truth was far beyond their expectations. .

"If what the researcher said is true...then Mr. Jiasheng's position will be very bad. Not to mention the organization, this physique is also the dream of all major forces and even the government. The identities of the audience in this live broadcast room are unknown. A member of the organization, Mr. Jia Sheng will be searched and arrested immediately, and then he will be completely reduced to a guinea pig in the laboratory, and he will never see the light of day again...!!"

Hui Yuanai hugged herself tightly, thinking of the horror and cruelty of the organization, she still couldn't help shivering even now.

"It's okay, haven't we experimented before? When people who didn't enter the live broadcast room wanted to tell others, they heard other things." Edogawa Conan comforted his companion.

"It's useless! There are so many ways to bypass the blocking mechanism of the live broadcast room! What to do with Kudo-kun..." Hui Yuanai's teeth were chattering slightly, "Can't you help him..."

Edogawa Conan looked at Haibara, who was clearly out of sorts, and sighed. Originally, Haibara, or Miyano Shiho, was not such a person who lost his calm easily, but this matter involved her nightmare and shadow. The organization in black, and secondly, although she didn't say it verbally, Hui Yuanai was really worried about Yuan Shang's good life.

Edogawa Conan thought of himself, and couldn't help but smile wryly. He actually understood Haibara Ai's worries and fears very well, because he was the same, and now his fingertips were still slightly numb due to the sudden change of mood.

They have seen Jiasheng Yuanzhi's hard work along the way. Who wouldn't like such a shining person and such a hardworking person?

But Edogawa Conan is really helpless about this, he can be sure that he and Haibara Ai will not reveal this secret to anyone in any way, but what about other people in the live broadcast room?The famous detective who is still flexible even though his mind has become smaller does not dare to gamble on human nature.

When Osamu Dazai saw the scene where the researcher revealed the secret, he called Ango Sakaguchi almost immediately: "Hey, Ango-kun, are you listening?"

"... Dazai, I know what you want to say, I won't say it, you should be well aware of this."

Ango Sakaguchi frowned and answered the phone.

"Of course I'm worried about you. I'm worried about other people. For example, the 'sesame stuffed rice ball', for example, the 'If God is a clown', don't tell me you haven't seen who they are yet."

"..."

"No way, no way, I really didn't see it? Hee hee hee, then I won't tell you, Anwu, take your time to think about it~"

"There is no beginning, no end, no clues, how do you want me to find out!?"

"In this way, can you also be a cadre of the Supernatural Secret Service Division? I am really worried about the future of this country."

"Compared to those two people, shouldn't the port mafia be the most worrying thing? Don't forget that the current leader is terrible. You actually made this call specifically for Sen Owai, right?"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and when his voice sounded again, the frivolous playfulness just now faded away: "Mr. Mori will not let Mr. Jiasheng go, this physique can do too much, and even sell it to those dignitaries. It is more efficient to attract Mr. Jiasheng."

The researcher was right. Immortality and rejuvenation are indeed the ultimate dreams pursued by most humans. Although Osamu Dazai didn't like it, it didn't affect his understanding of the fanatical pursuit of ordinary humans.

"Don't worry, we will keep an eye on him. If he dares to conduct human experimentation, it will violate the national criminal law. The Ability Secret Service Division has a reason to ban the port mafia."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses and said calmly.

"Wow, Ango is really reliable~ Then please!"

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone without hesitation after getting the promise.

"Is this really useful to the port mafia?" Atsushi Nakajima raised his own objection, "Akutagawa didn't care much about the law when he was chasing me."

"It's not very useful, but the leader of the port mafia can distinguish the pros and cons. As long as the harm of hunting down Mr. Jia Sheng far outweighs the benefits, he will not do it."

Edogawa stretched wildly and jumped up from the chair.

"There are more secrets in this live broadcast room than I imagined, but I'm going to be busy in the future - I have to uproot the organizations that dare to do this kind of human experiment, so I can't let Mr. Jiasheng be scared anymore!"

Dostoyevsky didn't care about the secrets of Yuanshang Jiasheng's physique. He sat in front of the computer, his fingers kept dancing, and the screen jumped out with dense lines of words and codes. Gogol sat on one side with a hanging face With a brisk smile, he watched Dostoyevsky focus on two things: "This live broadcast room really gave me a lot of surprises, Fei Jia, I have never seen you care about someone so much."

The Russian with black hair and purple eyes tilted his head, thought about it seriously, and asked, "Aren't you too?"

As good friends, the two quickly understood the hints hidden in each other's thoughtless words. Gogol snorted softly and said lazily: "It's really interesting, but that's all."

Dostoyevsky glanced at Gogol. It was rare for him not to be a riddler, but he said bluntly: "You have never met Mr. Jiasheng, so you will not experience that feeling."

"How does it feel?" Gogol asked.

Dostoevsky did not answer, because this was the secret between him and Jiasheng Yuan. When he saw that he and Jiasheng met in the live broadcast room, the hippocampus somewhere in his brain was itchy slightly. The memory erased by the invisible force reappeared in his mind, and Dostoevsky knew exactly what would happen next without even needing to watch the live broadcast.

This is not a supernatural power, but a power from a higher dimension. The memories of getting along with the good students on the deep side are vivid. Dostoevsky knew that it was him, and even when he got along with the wine red-haired boy The inner feelings and changes are so clear.

But these are Dostoevsky's own secrets and treasures. He guards these treasures like a dragon and holds them carefully in his arms. He will not tell anyone, including his good friend Gogol. inside.

The live broadcast is still going on, and it doesn't stop for the audience's reaction. The researcher is hypnotized by Yoshinori Uchinoe in the illusion of memory, and he turns on the computer to search his own information, but he doesn't find any information about Yoshinori Uchinogami , He speculated that maybe the name he registered in the internal materials of the research institution was not the best student in Yuanzhi, and there were not enough clues, so the burgundy-haired boy could only look for his real name in those materials and photos at a glance.

"I found it—" Jiasheng Yuanzhi smiled expectantly, and he could finally know what his former name was.

On his photos and documents, the name 'Karasuma Renye' was impressively imprinted in his eyes, as well as in the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Renya Karasuma? Is this my name? It feels a little strange..." Yoshio Fuchinoue in his memory didn't know how many pairs of eyes were watching behind him, but he was just talking to himself in doubt.

[Reaper primary school student: How could it be Renye Karasuma! ?That mysterious rich man died more than 60 years ago! 】

[The woman with the ceiling of strength: suddenly a little creepy...]

[Guess if I'm hiding my clumsiness: Didn't the researcher say that Mr. Jiasheng's cell system is perfect, so it's not weird to live up to now? 】

[The working emperor: No, Renye Karasuma is definitely not Renye Karasuma, or rather, Renye Karasuma is not Renye Karasuma. I have found information from many years ago, and the face of Renye Karasuma is different from that of Karasuma-kun. 】

[The upper limit of cooking skills is potato stew: it may be another situation-some people in Europe will give their children their own names, or take their parents' names, and sometimes one can even call the same name for three generations at the same time . 】

[Gorgeous rose made of steel: But this is Japan, is there such a situation? 】

[The best protector: Mr. Jiasheng is of mixed race at first glance, coupled with the fanatical pursuit of Europe and the United States in modern Japan, it is not surprising that he will refer to the Western way of naming. 】

Seeing that there were no other clues to be found, Jiasheng Yuanzhi wrote down the name, then destroyed the research institute, and let go those people who were treated as human experiments. The truck carrying the supplies fled, and Jiasheng Fuchinoue also joined the fleeing team.

The team separated at the intersection of a certain road. Some of the subjects still had their own family members. They came here voluntarily for the high cost of testing drugs, and some were homeless alone. After encountering such a thing, the first reaction is to run away, the farther the better.

Time was running out, because he was worried that the organization behind the scenes would send people to check after the research institution was destroyed, and Yoshio Fuchinoue had no time to find other clothes, so he could only leave in an ill-fitting white coat that he took off casually. The hospital gown in the white coat was so conspicuous that he had to stop and take a rest in a certain park, and make plans at night when there were fewer people.

"Brother, what are you doing here? Are you playing hide-and-seek with your friends?" Just as Jiasheng Fuchinoue was resting in the space under the children's slide in the park, a potato with a round face and looked easy to knead The little boy leaned over and asked aggressively.

"Ah, yes, I'm playing hide-and-seek with my friends, so my little brother must not tell anyone that I'm here. If my brother is caught, there will be trouble." Jiasheng Yuanzhi was stunned, and he quickly After reacting, he smiled and followed the little boy's words.

"Oh, that's it, that's it, I want to play too! Let me join in too!" The little boy with the potato head made an expression of sudden realization, and then ran to Jiasheng Yuanzhi's side in small steps, and sat next to him. Next, he introduced himself solemnly, "Brother, my name is Nohara Shinnosuke, I am five years old, and I am a student in the sunflower class of Futaba Kindergarten~ I like big sisters in swimsuits and dynamic superman the most, and hate eating green peppers the most. My dream is to become and dynamic superman The same masked warrior who can save the world and defeat villains! What about you, brother?"

"Me? My name is Yoshio Fuchinoue, I am 20 years old, I like different scenery and gems, I hate inexplicable troubles, and my dream is to become a powerful and free magician."

Perhaps because Shinnosuke Nohara is a child, Yoshio Fuchinoue's mood is no longer so tense. He has experienced so many things in a short period of time, and his adrenaline is still intensely secreted, making the wine red-haired boy always in a state of anxiety. In a tense state, maybe children are more sensitive, so Shinnosuke Nohara came to talk to Yoshio Fuchinoue.

He was chatting with Shinnosuke Nohara one after another, because the other party was a child, so even if he said that his dream was to be a magician, the other party would not have any strange reactions. As for the age, if according to the age of this body, The age of Jiasheng Fuchinoue is not more than 15 years old, but Jiasheng Fuchinoue in another world is indeed old enough to go to university.

Shinnosuke Nohara is really a very smart and peculiar child. Yoshio Fuchinoue gradually relaxed while chatting with him. Once he relaxed, he felt that there was nothing in his body that was not tired and painful. After all, he used Magic is what allows the body to move freely, and in addition, Yuanshang Jiasheng has traveled a long distance to hide his tracks, so the body has already protested.

There was already a dim orange light in the sky, it was already dusk, and Shinnosuke Nohara was planning to go home, he didn't ask why Yoshio Fuchinoue was still playing hide-and-seek until now, saying goodbye to Kasei Uchinogami, When he was about to go home, he ran back hesitantly, looked up at the burgundy-haired boy and asked, "Brother, aren't you going home?"

Yoshio Fuchinoue leaned against the wall exhaustedly. He really wanted to fall asleep, but the danger hadn't passed completely yet. When he was chatting with Nohara Shinnosuke inside the slide, he saw some men in black driving a car to patrol back and forth. That said, I am afraid that they have discovered the situation of the research institute and are hunting for the escaped experimental subjects. With their ruthlessness, once they find the escaped experimental subjects, they will probably only use one bullet to completely block the leak of the secret.

Yoshio Fuchinoue clings to the inside of the slide, hiding his body as much as possible when he senses the approach of the vehicle.

In any case, he knows nothing about this world, and he has nowhere to go. Even if he has magic by his side, it is still the last trump card, and he cannot use it until the critical moment—after all, his gem magic is really good. Consuming gems, especially expensive gems, if the researcher hadn't pretended to be obedient and sent him a box of gems, I am afraid that Jiasheng Yuanzhi would still be a guinea pig in the research institute.

The exhaustion that could not rest and the spirit that was desperate for sleep caused Yoshio Fuchinoue to tell the truth to a child in a trance: "I have no home to return to."