Chapter 390 Stabbing into one's own heart

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Kawasaki Machi glanced at Morita Yumeko, then exchanged a look with Kawasaki Maru, shrugged slightly, got out of his arms, and found a seat.

Seeing that they had sat down, Yumeko Morita snapped out of her reverie and took the menu over. "Would you like to order anything?"

While arguing with himself, Behringer tapped Benshan on the head before cheerfully going to make coffee.

During this time, Yumeko Morita secretly spied on him more than once.

However, Behrfinger didn't pay much attention to her.

Switching back and forth between waiter and customer, after making their drinks, Behringer consciously held his own cup and squeezed in with them.

Asa: ...

Fortunately, opening a coffee shop was just a hobby.

Asa glanced at the group who were having a lively conversation, then took out her phone and saw that Hoshino Tsukasa had sent her a text message.

[Manager, Experiment 021 is almost complete. Would you like to come and check it out? — Hoshino Tsukasa]

[Okay, have them get ready.]

[Yes, Manager. — Tsukasa Hoshino]

After putting her phone away, Asa whispered something to Yumeko Morita before leaving the coffee shop with Motosugi.

Deep in the mountains and forests, a young man with red curly hair appeared outside the gates of a dark castle. A dark brown cobra was coiled around his waist, its scales reflecting a cold light, and its scarlet forked tongue flicked out from time to time.

Asa's lips curved into a slight smile, and his gray eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

"Manager." The brown-haired, black-clad youth stood at the door, respectfully welcoming Asa into the magnificent castle, which was merely used to conceal the experimental base.

Asa walked ahead, patting Motosugi's head as she asked Hoshino Tsukasa behind her, "How is number 021 doing?"

“Everything is fine. According to the experimental results, he has ‘recalled’ his memories,” Hoshino Tsukasa replied respectfully.

Asa nodded, walked to the laboratory marked with the number 021, opened the door, and went inside.

Several men and women wearing white coats and masks were gathered in a nutrient chamber. The transparent lid allowed them to see clearly what was inside.

Inside the nutrient tank lay an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. His hair had been shaved off, and he was completely immersed in a clear nutrient solution. Several needles were inserted into his body, and there were several obvious surgical suture marks.

As soon as the researchers noticed Asa, they immediately nodded to him in respect, "Director."

Asa glanced at the boy in the nutrient tank, her hoarse, soft voice carrying a hint of expectant chuckle, "Since it's almost done, let's wake him up and see."

The researcher, who wore two gold four-pointed stars on his chest, nodded, operated the nutrient tank to open the hatch, gestured to the others, and then cooperated to remove the needles from the boy's body.

The last person inserted a syringe without a needle into the boy's mouth and injected the liquid inside into his throat, causing him to swallow it.

Soon, the boy coughed, opened his eyes groggily, glanced at the ceiling in a daze, then his eyes cleared instantly. He propped himself up with his hands, sat up, scanned the researchers present, and finally fixed his gaze on Asa.

Asa smiled enigmatically and handed him a knife. "Come on, kid, give it a try."

The boy lowered his eyes, obediently took the knife, and then plunged the tip into his heart without hesitation.