Artificial Life 18

Artificial Life 18

It is common for smart people to think too much.

Especially for a mystic like Vermouth, Kiel lowered his eyes and let the other party take him back to the room. Because their identities this time were a female capitalist and her subordinates, the two of them were given a suite, and Bourbon's room was a corridor away from them.

As soon as she entered the room, Vermouth put away her arrogant attitude. Kiel closed the door, just in case the signal jammer was activated. The moment they were sure it was safe, the conversation began. "That's not a disguise," the expert gave a positive conclusion. She squinted her eyes and looked at Kiel, who saw that she had a hand in her pocket. "You can be sure of that, right, Kiel?"

Kiel took two steps back, her back against the door. Facing the doubts of her colleagues, she raised her hands in a helpless manner. "That's true," she did not completely deny the man's identity. "But I can be sure that his heartbeat and pulse had completely stopped at that time," the woman shrugged with a helpless expression. "And the subsequent treatment was also done by the organization. I didn't witness the whole process until the cremation."

“Who knows?” She still had that mean face, but when Vermouth was no longer disguised, the temperament of the Thousand-Faced Witch was revealed. “The rats in the organization have been very restless recently.” Her red lips curled up, and her tone pretended to be distressed. “Kil, I have always been optimistic about you. To go far in the organization, outstanding abilities are necessary, but only those who can judge the situation can live longer.” She randomly picked a sofa nearby and sat down, crossing her legs. “It’s like a bat, trying to please both birds and beasts, and finally can only fly in the dark.”

"I understand," Kiel nodded. Compared to her previous gaffe in the corridor, she now looked cool and dignified again. "I have never done anything that would harm the organization." This expression of loyalty was sincere, but she did not actually belong to the winery, and the organization she was talking about was naturally not the winery. "I did not interfere with the disposal of that person's body," she recited the name of the winery's top killer in the past. "The death confirmation and subsequent handling were all arranged by Gin."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. Vermouth tapped the table lightly with her knuckles. The mention of this old lover did not make her expression much moved. "The information said that he was sent to Kelver's laboratory." Kiel's suspicion was temporarily cleared. She didn't even get a code name back then. Vermouth didn't think she had the ability to make a move in front of Gin. "They said they needed more experimental samples..."

"How is it possible?" Jill frowned, her right hand clenched behind her back, as if she was shocked by this incredible situation, "How can resurrection from the dead exist in this world...disguise...no, this has been mentioned before, is it plastic surgery? Or is it simply similar?" Indeed, according to normal logic, it is more reasonable to think so, "Although it is rare to simply look similar, it is not impossible..."

"Disguise is not transformation," Vermouth said without any persuasiveness, "Just like plastic surgery cannot be perfect, there will always be traces left," she said with a smile, "As for simple similarity... well, it's not impossible, but here comes the question..."

She spread her hands and said, "Seeing a person who should have died long ago so close to the Kelver Heritage, do you think this is a coincidence?"

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