As the beige sweater was lifted up, half of the white and slender waist was exposed, and a few light scars gradually disappeared into the tight jeans along the beautiful lines. Tetsuya Kamiya put his hand down belatedly.

She blinked in confusion, and after thinking for a while, she realized what Shirley was nervous about.

Although Kamiya Tetsuya thinks that life in the organization is leisurely and comfortable, with no worries about food and clothing, in the eyes of most people, the rules in the organization are too many to be feared.

The ATX series of drugs that Shirley is in charge of is still in the data testing stage. The number of people participating in the experiments every day is fixed and simple. She actually does not understand the steps of the organization's next experiment, so she was so surprised.

In the eyes of scientists in most organizations, experimental subjects have no human rights. Not to mention stripping in public, even when facing the subject being dissected, they still do their job without batting an eyelid.

Kamiya Tetsuya was already used to inappropriate physical examinations, but when he saw the little girl's face was wrinkled and her ears were red, he realized belatedly and responded... This immature girl?

Seeing this, Bermode sneered again: "Pretentious."

Shirley pursed her lips and didn't want to pay attention to her.

The disagreement between the two was obvious at first glance, but Kamiya had no intention of mediating, and his thoughts were now completely diverted to the matter of organizing the employment of child labor.

놛 suddenly asked Shirley: "How much do you earn a month?"

The dark-haired girl who was secretly more active asked in a confused voice: "Ah?"

"How much is the salary?" Kamiya repeated patiently, "Does it include food and accommodation?"

What a strange trend!

Although Shirley was confused, she still replied, "One million six hundred thousand yen. As for food and accommodation... the institute provides them. As for the bonus, it's hard to calculate."

The expression on Kamiya's face gradually disappeared: "...Oh." But he didn't ask.

This income is already higher than that of most executives out there.

Even Kamiya Tetsuya's own salary rarely reaches this level. After all, as a field staff (?) who slacks off all day, it is good to get a salary in an organization that calculates performance.

Seeing that 놛 was quietly shutting himself up, Bermode was a little speechless: "Are you short of money?"

“It’s okay… I guess.” Kamiya Tetsuya thought about it. Most of his salary was spent on gaming, and the rest was spent on snacks and food, which seemed to be enough.

Seeing that he was lying flat on his back, Bermode thought that he was short of money, so he said, "There are so many tasks posted on the intranet, just do two of them."

"It's okay." Kamiya Tetsuya took a sip from the thermos cup, "It's pretty good now."

Let the 놛 do the work unless the organization goes bankrupt.

[Abdominal muscles! Abdominal muscles! Hiss, hiss!!! Oh my god, the old thief is so good, he really drew it!!! So white, so tender, and the lines are so beautiful!!!]

[Fuck, my allies, I'm dead. I want to lick the screen but my conscience hurts. Why do I have a scar?!]

[The guy upstairs, please be more clear-headed. After all, she has been the subject of an experiment!]

[The half-undressed Qing sits quietly on the chair, the cold instruments are like sharp blades in their sheaths, tightly surrounding them, the thermos cup in his hand is the only warmth he can feel. Wuwuwu, what am I writing? (Nonsense)]

[Woo woo woo, baby Kamiya, come to mommy’s arms, mommy will warm you]

[Stop, the outside of the thermos is not warm at all (dog head)]

[Take the dog's head down from upstairs and make soup!]

[Why did Kamiya ask about Shirley's salary? Was he worried that the organization would deduct her salary? But judging from Bermode's attitude, they all seem to dislike researchers.]

[Kamiya...did the plot mention who he disliked?]

[I haven’t mentioned anything about the updates so far. I’m nice to everyone, but I don’t seem to be particularly close to anyone. I feel like I’m alone and isolated from the world.]

[No? I think the relationship with Bacardi is pretty good.]

[Who is Bacardi? The new character behind?]

[You will know if you look down from the upper floor!]

[Sulli's salary is so high! Seeing Lily's incredulous look, I laughed immorally, hahahahahahaha!]

[After all, Shirley is a genius provided by the organization. Without her, Conan's plot cannot continue. But Kamiya is short of money? Unbelievable.]

[What's so incredible? If you resist the mission of killing people, you naturally have no money. When Sister Bei asked you, you looked like killing people was just a matter of course. Kamiya must have been very sad when he saw it.]

[He hid his expression by drinking water, and then did what Liquor usually did (lit a cigarette)]

[You all want to be knives, but I am different. I want to be dressed as Kamiya's husband's cup (idiot smile)]

[Take off your pants!]

[Avatar eats big melon! ]

[Avatar? Avanti? Avatar?]

[You guys succeeded in making me hold back my tears]

In order to protect the fragile heart of an immature person, Tetsuya Kamiya was not so unrestrained this time. He handed the information over, then sat aside and yawned obediently.

Shirley collected the information of the two people and started to fiddle with the data on the computer. The more she struggled, the more strange the look in her eyes became when she looked at the two people.

Especially watching Tetsuya Kamiya, it's like watching some alien creature.

After the recording was completed, she couldn't help but ask, "Have your physical data always been like this?"

"What aspect?" Kamiya touched his chin, "It seems like it has always been like this."

Shirley looked at the comparison data on the computer, which showed that Vermouth's physical values ​​fluctuated greatly, with obvious traces of the experiment. He even still needed to take medicine to maintain stability.

Liquor... Wasn't what she saw really some kind of bastard?

The stable value made her think that she had eye problems!

After getting the answer from Liquor, Shirley gave up completely. No wonder there was so little data about Liquor in the materials left by her parents. It seemed that they had studied it for a long time but had not made any progress and just threw it away.

Bermode asked curiously, "What's the problem?"

Shirley said coldly: "No!" She didn't want to talk to this woman.

She quickly printed out the information, sorted it into several categories, and then took the two of them to the room where the medical equipment was kept.

After a lot of trouble, it was Tetsuya Kamiya's turn to have his blood drawn.

놛 whispered to Shirley, "How about smoking somewhere where the surveillance can't see you?"

Shirley was stunned for a moment holding the blood collection needle. Then, she looked at the bandage on Tetsuya Kamiya's hand and nodded with a slightly complicated expression.

I don't know why it's so easy for someone with this body type to leave marks on his skin, but maybe he doesn't want others to see him in such a nasty state...

The two of them sneaked to the corner, and Kamiya Tetsuya repeatedly said, "Don't be surprised if you see it, and don't tell anyone."

Shirley nodded nervously and solemnly: "I won't tell." Liquor seemed to be a nice person, she would not hurt anyone.

The white-haired young man relaxed and slowly untied the bandage on his hands.

Circles of white bandages were scattered around, revealing not the purple scars that Shirley had seen, but a bold and delicate crow tattoo.