Chapter 87
Don't underestimate the intelligence network of the Dead Rat House.
Four years ago, a 17-year-old prospective officer of PortMafia died unexpectedly.
The other party's identity was special. Although his information was deliberately encrypted and saved, it was not deliberately erased like Dazai Osamu did.
Some simple biographical records are easy to research.
According to rumors, the prospective cadre had a close relationship with Dazai Osamu, one of the top five cadres of the port at the time, and they often stayed together. The identity of their friend was known to everyone.
The other party is also suspected to be on a brotherly basis with Nakahara Chuuya, one of the current top five cadres.
It would be more interesting if we could become brothers with "Huang Ba Tu".
If the Port Mafia had a forum or something like that and could initiate a vote -
Kamado Miru will undoubtedly become the most popular/loved member of PortMafia that year.
It's just that the death was a bit strange.
Fedor had read the other party's past information and had a general idea of some information that all old members of PortMafia knew.
Therefore, it was a pure surprise to find the clone of Kamado Kenryu in the military's secret cloning base.
Clone, as the name suggests, the boy in the warehouse is not the real person.
Let’s not talk about the intentions of the Japanese military and police, or what the original character was before joining PortMafia.
The young man in front of him was obviously a newborn who had just been born into this world.
He probably doesn't understand the common sense of this world yet and hasn't formed a complete set of values.
No, considering the dormant state of the clone in the experimental chamber, it is not even a baby...
It would be more accurate to describe it as an embryo.
Fyodor originally wanted to make use of the other party, and it would be best if he could "cultivate" a useful subordinate.
Using this guy to deal with Dazai Osamu would surely be a very interesting and effective tool.
pity……
After deliberately leaving the other party alone for a week and testing each other a second time, Fyodor gave up the idea.
In fact, he had no idea whether this "Experimental Subject No. 36" had woken up or not.
Just testing it.
The peaks on the other person's electrocardiograph have been exactly the same since we first met, never changing, and are so accurate to the point of being terrifying.
It's like I don't care about anything.
If he is really awake, then this attitude says it all.
There are too many uncertainties.
Moreover, training a subordinate requires various costs, which is not worth it.
Fedor carefully looked at the white-haired boy in the nutrition chamber, from his eyelashes that did not tremble at all, to the oxygen mask that allowed him to breathe evenly, to the blood flow under his skin.
In just 2 seconds, Fyodor had changed five or six ideas in his mind.
Just because a chess piece is useless in the long term doesn't mean it's useless to the other party in the short term.
Rather, it could be said that the other party's identity is more suitable to be a daily disposable chess piece with a strong time limit.
Even if it is not the original person, the genes in the body are the same, which means that the other person's personality will not be too different from the original.
According to the investigation, the original body is a kind person who is very helpful.
He received many thanks from his colleagues and subordinates during his lifetime, and often used his free time to do good things that did not benefit him…
He is obviously in the dark mafia.
Why?
There are actually many possible answers.
He was threatened, he did it on impulse, or it might even be that the intelligence was wrong, and those port Mafia traitors who told him about it because they were forced by the bomb were lying to him.
But Fyodor read too much into people's hearts.
A person's character can be seen from his usual behavior and clues. Even if the person intends to hide it, there will be times when details are inadvertently exposed.
After much thought, there is only one most convincing one:
Because that was his life motto.
Very interesting, isn't it.
Fyodor stared at the experimental chamber in front of him and retracted his slender fingers that were tapping on the glass.
Whether it is the other party's creed or not, and whether this clone has inherited the original body's ideological imprint, we will know after a test.
“I am a person who loves to help others.”
The black-haired young man wearing a white felt hat smiled slightly and threw out the first bait in a sincere tone: "What do you want to do..."
"I can help you with anything."
The boy in front of him didn't react.
Then there are two possibilities. First, the other party is indeed not awake.
Second, he is not the type of person who would pay attention to or be particularly interested in like-minded people who also regard saving others as their creed for survival.
Going further, this guy might not even bother to pay attention to ordinary people who don't need help.
I'm the kind of person who says if you don't need help, you can go to hell.
Fyodor quickly changed his words without changing his tone: "Or... can you help me?"
“I feel desperate now.”
“The sky is falling.”
“Beep——”
Suddenly, the instrument standing next to it made a subtle electronic sound.
For the first time, the electrocardiograph connected to the white-haired boy's chest, ankles and wrists showed different fluctuations in heart rhythm.
The boy with his eyes closed seemed to flutter his eyelashes.
“…”
Fyodor couldn't help but grin a little.
As the hope of the super high school level, Kamado Miru has seen many desperate people in his own world.
Whether the other party is really disappointed or not cannot be simply believed based on verbal statements.
There was once a desperate person who, in order to spread the rumor, deliberately spread a classmate who was a desperate person, when in fact there was nothing wrong with that classmate.
Shen Du Jianliu has always been cautious when dealing with desperate people.
He is very experienced in this area.
Just like when Mr. Eguchi said that there were desperate people in GSS, he didn't completely believe it.
After half a month of personal contact and confirmation that there was no one there who needed his rescue, and that there was no difference between joining GSS and not joining, he agreed to stay because he could get an extra salary for survival.
It was obvious that the man in front of him who was talking to him had a calm tone and normal emotional fluctuations.
The most direct way to see if a person is infected with despair is to look at his eyes...
Is there a glow that is like a whirlpool, with layers of darkness overlapping each other?
After trying to blink his eyelashes a few times, Kamado Miru finally opened his eyes.
He looked calmly at the black-haired young man standing in front of him.
By the way, the system opened the live broadcast room that had not been opened for a long time.
[Ahhh my family, the live broadcast is finally started! ! 】
[Oh my god, the screen is open and it’s a critical hit!] Isn’t this Mr. Tuo——】
【What? Mr. Tuo? ? ? Isn’t Jianliu cursing the world back? 】
【? ? ? ? ? ? 】
Did I skip an episode again? 】
[Confused +1, isn't A Liu doing experiments at Rotten Orange's headquarters? The situation now is just like when he suddenly left Wen Ye and ran to Ju Hui...Is he coming back again?]
[Could it be that he has returned after shutting down the live broadcast for a few days? What is going on now! It seems like the stray fish is soaking in a big vat. Is it Tuos's doing? 】
[Wow, is Ru finally going to meet Dazai? Don't go with Fei Jia! He is the villain on the opposite side! 】
Dense barrages of comments popped up like mushrooms after a rain, vying to fill Shen Du Jianliu's field of vision.
Tuos, Feijia.
You're talking about the person in front of me.
Kamado Miru did not forget that there were many people in this world with the same name as the literary masters in his world.
Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky.
His eyes swept over the words "opposites" without any fluctuation.
Closed his eyes again.
Fyodor: “…”
The atmosphere was inexplicably silent for a while.
The young man wearing a white felt hat raised his arm and knocked on the glass wall of the experimental chamber again.
The next second, the instrument next to it suddenly made an intermittent mechanical sound.
Based on the rhythm of the voice and the dots on the other party's electrocardiogram, Fyodor easily deciphered a sentence of Morse code:
Why do you feel like the sky is falling?
This is true, and the smile on his lips widened again.
"Because I have an enemy who wants to kill me all the time, and I'm so scared."
"Will you help me and protect me from him?"
"Mr. 36, if you can help me, I won't feel so hopeless about life."
“Thank you so much.”
Shen Du Jianliu opened his eyes again. He observed Fyodor's expression carefully and used his abilities to continue changing his heart rate.
——I will be unable to move for 9 days and will not be able to stay by your side to protect you.
Of course, according to the system, it is 15 days, and 6 days, 12 hours, 56 minutes and 43 seconds have passed since he came back.
So there are less than 9 days left.
"It doesn't matter."
"You just need to help me create a cover."
As early as when he first communicated with the other party, Fyodor had already come up with a new plan.
The questions asked in the middle were just to obtain information.
The opponent has too many uncertainties and can only be used as a delaying tool to prevent the Armed Detective Agency from finding Pushkin.
It would be better to kill Dazai Osamu.
Similarly, Kamado Miyari would not directly obey Fyodor's words.
He needed to observe the other party for a while before he could confirm whether Fyodor was a desperate person.
Judging from the look in his eyes right now, no.
But you can't ignore the other party's request for help.
So he closed his eyes, neither agreeing nor refusing, and let the man go.
After all, I am unable to move now, and I have never thought about spreading hope during this period.
Noticing that Fyodor's so-called cover was to tie the bomb to his experimental chamber, Kamado Miryu didn't care.
He never cared about things that hurt himself.
"Don't worry, how could I bear to kill you, my friend."
"This bomb is just an illusion to scare the enemy. I will help you remove it when this is over."
"Then I'll be waiting for your good news."
"My friend, number 36."
Fyodor didn't say anything more and just turned and left.
After leaving the base, he did not cover up this place or deliberately reveal his tracks. He predicted Dazai Osamu's prediction and led the other party here instead.
That person probably thought he wouldn't be delayed...
But he had no idea what was inside this stronghold.
***
"Hey! Dazai, what are you standing there for?!"
Kunikida Doppo, who was the first to step into the room, discovered that there was a bomb installed in front of the experimental chamber and reacted first.
At the same time, a storm began to brew in his mind.
Who is this boy?
Why was he in the experimental chamber, why was he locked up in this place, and why did he have a bomb hidden on his body.
The other party does not seem to have anything to do with the "Demon" Fyodor, nor does he look like the psychic who uses viral abilities.
Is it possible... that another innocent person is going to die in front of me?
5 seconds was only enough for the two of them to escape, and there was no time to save anyone.
But Dazai was like an idiot. He just stood there motionless and had no reaction.
Is there really no other way...?
Kunikida Doppo's cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, and his five fingers were clenched together tightly.
The face of the little girl who pulled off the grenade pull ring appeared in his mind again.
No! wrong! !
He would never allow this to happen again! One's own ideals are not something that can be easily shattered!
“The lone poet——!”
Kunikida Doppo swiftly took out a notebook, took out a pistol from the green book, and fired several times at the glass cover of the experimental chamber.
In order to avoid accidentally hurting the boy floating in the nutrient solution, Kunikida deliberately aimed at a blank area and shot.
fine……
The material of the glass cover is not tempered, so the entire experimental chamber can be easily shattered.
Glass shattered all over the ground, a large amount of green liquid gushed out, and the time bomb fixed on it also fell down.
"Dazai, hurry up..."
Before Kunikida Doppo could say anything, the black-haired young man next to him flashed and rushed forward, faster than he had ever seen before.
Kunikida:?
When I came to my senses, the guy had already caught the boy who fell from the experimental chamber.
The bomb next to it with a countdown of 3 seconds seems to have become a decoration.
…
The body was suddenly separated from the nutrient solution, and Shen Du saw his eyelashes, which were dripping with green water droplets, move.
His hearing and senses in his limbs were returning, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Because he had forced himself to open his eyes and observe Fyodor's expression yesterday, and had also used his talents, his body was unusually tired on top of the daily pain.
Hibernating for a whole day isn't enough.
He was in a coma before Dazai Osamu stepped into the house.
Feeling his shoulders being embraced, he avoided falling to the ground, and Kamado Miru forced himself to open his eyes again.
He looked straight into the eyes of the person in front of him.
The man had soft, fluffy, slightly curly brown-black short hair, a handsome and delicate face, and his bones seemed to have grown a little compared to before.
At this moment, the other party's iris-colored eyes were staring at him very quietly.
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu blinked.
I always feel like Mr. Dazai seems to have changed?
The other party would not wear this style of windbreaker. He had always worn simple and clean suits.
The black coat that was always draped over his shoulders was also gone.
The age of the bones is completely different. Judging from the morphology, it is roughly 22 years old.
The most eye-catching thing was that the bandage that had been wrapped around the opponent's right eye was removed to reveal his entire eye.
"Who are you?"
He asked in a normal tone, but rather than questioning, it was just an opening conversation to ease the atmosphere since they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
However……
Dazai Osamu caught the boy's arm but stopped it suddenly.
He opened his mouth subconsciously, but the sound was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
At that moment, Dazai Osamu seemed to be unable to breathe again.
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