Late autumn

The sea breeze whizzed by, blowing his long hair and his windbreaker, and my hair was messed up too. We talked to each other silently, just waiting quietly, waiting for death.

say what?What to say?

Saying anything is just adding to the sadness.Sarcasm of each other with strong faces and laughter, it sounds like a kind of sadness at the moment.

Losing is not terrible, what is terrible is knowing that you are about to lose, but you can't keep it.Just like at this moment, we know that we are about to leave, but we still have no choice but to stand where we are and wait for the big hand of time to separate us.

The sound of the waves churning one after another, beating the beach rhythmically, just like our hearts at this moment, the tide is hard to calm down.

The sun has risen, so being stiff like this is not an option, I finally decided to do something, "Hey, Gin. Can you lend me your dick?" I smiled mischievously at him.

He froze for a moment, then said coldly, "What's so interesting about guns?"

"I just want to see what makes your fan fascinated, and I would like to be with it for the rest of my life."

"That sounds like jealousy."

Still he took the gun out of his pocket and handed it to me.

The black gun has been carefully polished.

If you don't want to do it yourself, let me do it myself.I think so.

I didn't shoot right away, I was waiting for an opportunity.With the speed of his actions, he might take the gun from my hand the moment I loaded it.Finally, he turned his back, and the moment he turned around, I pulled away the dick.

Looking at the figure with his back to me, he smiled lightly, hey, you have to live well.I said this to him in my heart.

He retracted his index finger, and the moment I was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly reached out and knocked out the gun in my hand.I turned around, eyes full of astonishment, how could it be...

"What are you doing?" He looked at me sullenly.

I didn't answer.

He seemed to sigh, and then whispered in his extremely magnetic voice: "Boss just sent a text message, and he saw your report. So, this matter needs to be re-examined, that is to say, you are now It's safe for now."

I looked at him and was very excited.Really.I thought I would never be by your side again, I thought I would never see my sister again, I thought...

"Okay. Come back to the organization with me. Also, put away your stupid and ridiculous thoughts, I am the only person in the world who can end your life."

It's really domineering.Can such domineering words be understood as a kind of possession?

We are all perfectionists, so we all understand that even if our own things must be destroyed, we can only destroy them in our own hands.

What a similar personality.

The building of the organization, the voice from the other end of the phone: "Sherry, about your report. We set up a team to study it. It is theoretically established, and it has been confirmed experimentally. However, I am very sorry. Curious, how did you realize that the drug that poisoned that person wasn't from the batch you made earlier?"

"Yes," I replied in a low voice, but very clearly: "The cause of that person's death is indeed a mystery, and the ingredients of the drug that poisoned him cannot be determined. However, I can confirm the ingredients of my drug, which can inhibit cell growth. Normal life activities cause body shock and loss of consciousness. On the surface, it is true that death is true, but the real apoptosis of cells is about 12 hours later, which is also the time of death that can be determined medically. That person went to the tissue the night before Yes, the time to give him medicine is only 23:3 and 34:11 the night before yesterday, and the organization admits this. But the autopsy results show that he died between [-]:[-] in the morning, that is to say, if it was really the effect of my medicine, he The time of death should have been around [-]:[-] noon yesterday, but now it doesn't match the facts, so..."

"About the situation you said, I will organize people to identify and verify it. Before the results come out, you will be locked up temporarily." The other end of the phone said.

"Follow-up investigation. You don't have to worry about it. I'll send someone to watch over it so that no one can tamper with it. For the next few days, just stay there." Gin said to me before leaving.

I was imprisoned in an apartment, and the organization sent a small team to guard me.My sphere of activity is only this room.

Fortunately, this apartment has windows, and if there are windows, there will be sunshine. At least I won't be afraid of wandering.

Sunshine, that is light.As a dark person like me, I don't even feel sorry for the sun, and I probably don't want to share more of its warmth and light with me.

During this period of time, people in the organization really had their own minds. The undercover agents were afraid of being exposed, and the traitors were executed.On the contrary, I am not so nervous, I think my theory is very rigorous, there will be no mistakes, so all I need is to wait.Moreover, I also trust that person, he will not let others frame me again.

In two days, the organization investigated the truth of the matter in just two days, and the traitor and undercover agent also surfaced smoothly.

Gin broke the news to me, of course, on his way to pick me up at my new apartment.Because of the lie I told my sister before, I temporarily moved to the other side of the city, very close to the research institute. It was Gin who proposed to the organization, and the organization was of course happy. They thought it would be beneficial for me to conduct drug research.

"Your assistant has been executed. Although he didn't recruit the real mastermind behind the scenes, he probably has something to do with Brandy. He seemed to have some trouble with your father in the past, and he was jealous of your ability to arrange this matter , but there is no evidence. Boss means that he will not be touched for the time being. I can only remind you to beware of him." He said to me while driving.

"Understood, I will pay attention."

After settling into the new apartment, I returned to the institute and headed for the conference room.Port will appear today as agreed.

"Sherry, have you cleared your name? That's great. I've been worrying about our research stalling without you for the past few days." Port seemed excited to see me.

"Thank you senior for your concern, I'm fine."

"So, this is a recent research result." He read the entire experimental report and theoretical analysis to me, and then said to me: "Can you develop a drug that allows organisms to return to their infancy? Or , let them stop aging?" "Actually, drugs that stop living organisms from aging have been developed many years ago, but they are drugs that only work under very special circumstances." Yes, it is Mom and Dad Drugs developed.As expected, Vermouth was the only experimental subject that survived that year.As for why she was used for experiments, I don't know.

"So, what about regenerating the organisms into infancy?" He seemed looking forward to it.

"This, technically, is still very difficult. There is no such example yet." I concealed Kudo Shinichi's matter.It's not that I don't trust Port, it's just that there are no impenetrable walls in the organization, I told him, and the whole organization will know the next moment.

He was full of regret, "Then, I hope you will make a breakthrough from this aspect. I will also contact the other two people to assist you in your work. If you have any requirements, just ask."

"Okay." I responded. "It's almost time, you should go back."

A month later.

"Sherry, Port wants you to come over." My men told me so.I packed up and headed to the conference room.He was the only one there, and he was sitting on a chair with his back to the door. I saw his gray hair looming. He had spent most of his life in the organization, and he had worked for the organization all his life. It gives me the feeling that it is just an old man who is over half a century old and has experienced many vicissitudes.

"Senior, do you have something to do with me?"

"Ah, Sherry, sit down."

I walked over to him and pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting for his next words.

"That's right. After combining the theory you launched last time with the theory of Zechuan and me, it is found to be really feasible. We have judged it from different angles many times, and this fact is established. That is to say, the ultimate goal of the organization, It has been achieved."

"Really?!" I was pleasantly surprised, "That is to say, our research was successful?!"

He was still calm, "Yes, no matter from the fields of physics, philosophy, or biochemistry, this path cannot be questioned, and it will soon achieve the goal of organizing the Arabian Nights."

"That's great!"

He suddenly became very serious, "Sherry, have you thought about it? If our research results are really made public, what will be the consequences?"

Consequences... I also turned from surprise to thinking, yes, such consequences are unpredictable.

"Then, what are you going to do?"

"Destroy it."

"What!" I was surprised, and then a little angry. "This is the result of so many of us working hard for so long, how can it be destroyed!"

"If this technology is used by organizations, it will be a disaster for all mankind."

I was silent.Of course I know the purpose of the organization. Immortality and the resurrection of the dead are just breakthroughs in our research. The real purpose of the organization is to reverse time and control the movement of time.It sounds unbelievable, but we have still developed this technology, and the combination of biotechnology and physical and chemical technology has resulted in this hard-won result.

"But……"

Footsteps sounded outside the door, towards the direction of the conference room, getting closer...