Chapter 164 Fifty-Eight Weeks (12)
The blond youth looked completely different from before.
If it weren't for his striking blond hair and dark skin, Shirley wouldn't have believed that it was Bourbon.
What should Bourbon be like? An elegant and mysterious intelligence broker, a vicious and cold-blooded killer, a strange mystic who is both dangerous and reassuring.
In short, she shouldn't be such a weak experimental subject lying on the operating table.
Shirley didn't know what was going on with Bourbon and her sister, or what they were hiding from her, but Bourbon had indeed helped them a lot, so she liked and trusted him relatively more within the organization.
Seeing Bourbon in this state made her feel very uncomfortable.
But she was never in control of her own destiny; the things she had to do had nothing to do with her mood.
“Perhaps you’d like to chat for a while,” Karasuma Renya said. “That’s alright, there’s plenty of time to chat later. Let’s start the experiment now.”
He beckoned to the cold-faced girl: "Come here, Shirley, let me give you a brief introduction to this experiment."
Sherry, with her hands in her pockets, a fleeting look of disgust and pain in her eyes, said with restraint, "Boss, I hate human experimentation. You clearly said that as long as I study aptX4869 properly, that's enough."
“You’ve misunderstood. I won’t let you hurt him. I brought you here so I can take better care of him.” Karasuma Renya wasn’t angry at all; in fact, she laughed. “This isn’t human experimentation. It’s a study that’s beyond your imagination and could revolutionize the world. You’ll definitely find it very interesting.”
Geniuses certainly have the right to be willful. Sherry's position in the organization has always been special. Even though Vermouth wanted to kill her, she couldn't. Especially after learning that her research on APTX4869 could actually make people young again, Karasuma Renya's regard for Sherry instantly rose to the level second only to Furuya Rei.
That's why he had someone bring Sherry over; otherwise, he wouldn't have intended to let anyone know about something so important.
Unless it's really time to start conducting experiments later on.
Shirley loosened her clenched fist slightly, but her expression remained unfriendly. She snorted coldly, "Really? I'd like to know what kind of experiment it is. Something more important than APTX4869 and Pandora? Something worth arresting and locking up both of us? And even tying Bourbon to the operating table. What did he do?"
Rei Furuya slightly raised his eyes. From his angle, he could only see Sherry's back. The girl's slender body was tense with a stubborn yet uncontrollable fear.
Does this mean... Sherry hasn't been able to control her actions these past few days? Did it start from April 1st, the day he was captured? Karasuma Renya received a dream from the system that night, and upon waking, immediately began setting traps to capture Bourbon without leaving a trace, while also locking Sherry up at the same time?
Was it simply because of their good relationship with Sulli and the capture plan, or was there some other reason?
“Of course.” Karasuma Renya answered Sherry’s question without hesitation, his expression gradually contorting into a ferocious fanaticism, his voice suddenly rising in excitement as he exclaimed, “There is nothing more important in this world than this experiment!!!”
Sherry was slightly startled and took a step back, pulling her hands out of her pockets in a defensive and fearful posture.
But she quickly lost the ability to think about anything else, her mind going completely blank from what Karasuma Renya said next.
Huh? Resurrection? Reincarnation? Bourbon is actually an undercover police officer whose real name is Furuya Rei? And also a reincarnator who was reborn from the future?
What exactly is he saying?
Shirley subconsciously turned to look at the blond young man on the operating table, but she didn't see any joking or mockery on his face.
The moment her eyes met those purple eyes, she knew it was all real.
Besides being serious, there was another emotion in the other person's eyes.
That's anticipation.
I'm hoping... she'll kill him.
Sherry looked away abruptly as if burned, pursed her lips and looked at other parts of the laboratory, quickly focusing her gaze on the huge instrument that looked like a metal egg.
The front of the metal egg, which resembles a hatch, is transparent, revealing a huge black chair inside, with many complex instruments and circuits hanging on it.
“That’s the Dream Chair,” Karasuma Renya explained to her. “It’s the place where we’ll be conducting the third experiment soon. This time, you’ll witness a miracle with me, Sherry. Aren’t you excited?”
“I still can’t quite believe it,” Shirley said. “Boss, today is no longer April Fool’s Day.”
"It's alright, just do as I say, and you'll understand what you should do in the future." Karasuma Renya raised his hand, and a man in black came over with a tray containing a syringe filled with purple medicine.
"Sherry, inject this into Bourbon's body." Karasuma Renya's tone returned to its usual coldness; this was an order that brooked no argument.
The tea-haired girl picked up the cold potion, removed the protective coating, revealing a long, sharp metal needle.
"What is this?" she asked, seemingly with the simple curiosity of a researcher.
“We haven’t had time to name it yet, something like a truth serum and a hallucinogen,” Karasuma Renya said, having already adjusted his wheelchair to a suitable position, with the black cat and crow standing next to the blond youth’s head.
“Sherry, the experiment has begun.” Karasuma Renya said, but kept staring at the blond youth and reached out to stroke his hair.
Shirley's hands were steady as she brought the needle close to the blond youth's dark skin, pierced the skin, passed through the flesh, and injected it into his vein.
She didn't look up or see the other person's expression; she just kept her head down, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Zero-kun, what I want to see today is the future of this world."
Karasuma Renya's voice was gentler than usual, yet it carried the undeniable and powerful aura of someone who had been in a high position for many years, making people unconsciously obey.
“I want to see all the future developments of the organization, as well as the struggle between the organization and the police. As an undercover agent, you should know this very well, right?” he said. “Good boy, tell me, who are the undercover agents in the organization?”
Shirley's hand trembled involuntarily as she put down the syringe.
Yes, if that's really the case, then it's not surprising at all that Bourbon would have known that Shuichi Akai was an undercover agent.
Her mind was in turmoil; her usually proud and intelligent brain was almost frozen, with countless chaotic thoughts mixed together, making it difficult to sort them out.
However, she knew very well why Bourbon expected her to kill him.
If all of that is true, then what Bourbon will reveal will be enough to change the world order and kill all his comrades, especially those who are currently organizing undercover agents.
A strong, nearly two-meter-tall man in black walked over, untied the unconscious blond youth, and placed him into the device known as the "Dream Chair."
Shirley felt that the thing shouldn't be called a "dream chair," but rather a "nightmare."
Her heart was beating faster and faster, her blood was flowing faster and hotter, but her hands and feet were incredibly cold.
She knew very well that if it were true, her sister's secret would definitely be exposed.
If my sister's secret is exposed, she will definitely be killed by the organization...
The things her sister and Bourbon were hiding from her must be very serious, not just about Shuichi Akai, but something else even more serious, which is why they didn't tell her, as she was under strict surveillance by the organization.
If all this is to be stopped, it seems the only way is to kill Bourbon.
But, but, does Bourbon really reincarnate after he dies?
This is all so absurd.
Moreover, even if she wanted to make a move, Karasuma Renya wouldn't give her the chance. Putting aside the purpose of the collar around her neck that was the same as Bourbon's, those tall men in black were not someone she could handle. If they made any strange moves, she would be completely finished.
The brown-haired girl leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, waiting with Karasuma Renya for the Dream Chair to detect mental fluctuations and project the dream scene.
She couldn't think about what kind of principle and high technology this was; she just crossed her arms and held her hands tightly against her arms.
No, she thought, she couldn't do it.
Killing Bourbon will definitely enrage the BOSS.
The boss seems to still need her. As long as she behaves well, she shouldn't be treated too badly even if her sister is exposed.
Once Bourbon is killed, the BOSS may not attack her immediately, but he will definitely kill her sister or punish her with some inhumane torture.
So no, absolutely not.
The only exception is her older sister. She only has her older sister left, her gentle and kind sister who raised her single-handedly after their parents died...
Images suddenly appeared on the white screen, adding color to the pale laboratory and temporarily diverting Shirley's attention.
Amidst the deafening clang of a train, the scene, seemingly shrouded in gray smoke, gradually came into focus.
It was a cramped carriage with very luxurious decor, and a blond young man was pointing a gun at a brown-haired girl.
“No wonder she’s the daughter of the angels of hell,” Bourbon said in the dream.
He looked every bit the villain, holding a gun and sporting a dangerous smile as he approached Sherry, who had raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.
Sulli, watching from the sidelines, fell into a brief silence.
Is Bourbon really a policeman?
"Looks like Bourbon's undercover identity hasn't been exposed after all," Karasuma Renya remarked. "Being ordered to bring Sherry back to the organization, does that mean you'll defect in the future?"
Shirley's muscles tensed: "Is this kind of future really believable?"
Karasuma Renya continued to sigh, "Bourbon's face really hasn't changed at all. If it weren't for the changes in the people around him, I wouldn't even be able to tell if this is the past or the future. You in the dream seemed to have grown up a little, but it couldn't have been more than two years, right? But how come he hasn't changed at all? I'm really curious, will he still look the same in ten or twenty years? I'm really curious about his photos from ten years ago, but unfortunately I can't find any."
Sherry: "..."
She didn't want to talk to Karasuma Renya anymore, and just watched the dream unfold.
Logically speaking, ordinary people's dreams wouldn't be this clear, but people with strong memories and strong willpower tend to have clearer and more logical dreams.
Bourbon was quite remarkable; he could even clearly see the scenery outside the car.
This at least shows that he still clearly remembers all the details of that time.
Why? The fact that this event was captured by the Dream Chair means that it was a very significant and memorable experience for him.
Shirley soon found out why.
Because in the dream, I died; I was blown up.
Struggling to peek out at the explosion and thick black smoke behind him, the blond youth gritted his teeth and cursed, his chest heaving violently before turning around, coldly putting on his hat, and leaving.
Karasuma Renya's eyes remained glued to the screen, but he still spoke to Sherry: "It seems you two have a really good relationship. He was very angry and sad when you died, so is that why he came to care about you so much after this reincarnation? In the original future, your relationship didn't seem as close as it is now."
Shirley was completely speechless.
"Wasn't that Shuichi Akai who just threw the grenade at Bourbon? Is he still alive in the future? But why did he stop Bourbon from rescuing you from the train car full of bombs? Did he want to kill you? Isn't he your sister's boyfriend? How cold-hearted..." Renya Karasuma continued, his emotions in a state of extreme excitement ever since the experiment began.
Shirley frowned as well.
She found it a little strange.
Why did I choose to be blown up rather than return to the organization with Bourbon?
There's only one possibility: ...my sister is dead.
Shirley's heart started pounding wildly out of control, and her fingers almost dug into her flesh.
But before she could completely lose her composure, the scene suddenly flashed to another place.
It was a very ordinary house with a sign standing at the entrance.
Miyano Clinic
Shirley froze.
What?
"Don't hold me! Hey! Let go of me! What are you trying to do? I already told you I'm not going to the hospital!" The child's voice rang out crisply, tinged with a hint of embarrassment and anger.
"No!" The familiar yet unfamiliar voice shouted back, "You're injured! You need treatment! I'll take you to my mom and dad! They're both very skilled doctors!"
Shirley's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
The image, slightly blurrier than before, is bathed in warm sunlight. A black-haired little girl forcefully pulls a blond, dark-skinned child covered in injuries into a house with the sign "Miyano Clinic."
The Miyano Clinic wasn't large. The black-haired little girl skillfully pulled the blonde child into the inner room and led them to a blonde woman in a white coat.
"Mom!" little Akemi Miyano cried out.
The woman with long golden hair turned her head, revealing a fair and beautiful face. Her green eyes immediately curved when she saw the little girl, and her previously expressionless face quickly became incredibly gentle.
"Akami, what's wrong?" She crouched down and asked softly, stroking little Miyano Akami's head while also looking gently at little Furuya Rei, who was covered in injuries and had a stubborn expression.
At this moment, Sherry could no longer be Sherry.
Shiho Miyano's vision blurred rapidly, and tears and emotions erupted wildly, streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Sister, Mom...
But she didn't want to miss a single moment, so she hurriedly wiped away her tears and continued to watch intently as the blonde woman gently applied medicine and bandaged the blonde boy, then sternly told him to stop fighting.
After the blond boy stubbornly refused to let the tears in his eyes fall and explained why he had fought, the gentle and beautiful blond woman held his injured hand and began to comfort him.
The little girl with black hair couldn't help but laugh when she saw the blush gradually appearing on the blond boy's face.
Amidst the heartwarming atmosphere, Shiho Miyano, watching from outside the screen, was once again moved to tears.
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