Chapter 37
Pushkin was sent to a hotel, while Yeikh remained in Oda Saku's apartment.
Before Pushkin left in utter despair, Yeikh reminded him to come and report at six o'clock the next morning.
After saying that, he ignored the other person's expression of utter despair and waved for them to continue jogging.
They haven't even started Pushkin's muscle-building weight training yet. In Ye Yihe's opinion, the amount of exercise he's doing right now isn't even a warm-up.
"You hate him?"
Oda Sakunosuke watched Pushkin's retreating figure, who dared not speak his anger and had bitterness in his heart but could not express it, and then turned to ask Ye Yihe.
This is the first time I've seen him train his subordinates so ruthlessly... Well, come to think of it, this is also the first time I've seen his subordinates.
He had thought that Fedia was the kind of person who treated his subordinates with great kindness and gentleness.
"Hmm? Of course I don't dislike it."
Ye Yihe said, "I not only don't dislike him, I have high hopes for him." — Mainly high hopes for his appearance.
They were all Russians. Look how good-looking Fyodor and Ivan were. How come Pushkin was a fat man?
Although he had heard that Russians tend to gain weight in middle age—not to mention whether he allowed it to happen—that only happened in middle age. Would Pushkin, who was only in his twenties, dare to use that as an excuse in front of him?
"oh."
Oda Sakunosuke thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, “Improving physical fitness is indeed very important.”
Especially for a job like his, a considerable level of physical strength and endurance is required.
After all, if he received a mission that required him to accurately assassinate a target from an encirclement of about 150 guards, but did not have enough physical strength to complete it, he would be the one to lose his life.
“Oda Sakunosuke, find someone to supervise him,” Ye Yihe pondered. “He absolutely cannot be allowed to slack off.”
He still needed to go to the research institute to gather intelligence, so he couldn't keep an eye on Pushkin all the time.
"good."
Oda Sakunosuke readily agreed.
On the third day after arriving in Japan, Ye Yihe set off for an address located outside Yokohama city.
There weren't many researchers coming for this exchange and study trip. Originally, the Japanese government was supposed to wait for them at the exit to pick them up. They would have arranged everything perfectly, from arranging their hotel accommodations to granting them access to the research institute the next day, as well as the rules and procedures they needed to follow during this period.
But Ye Yihe didn't intend to follow the main group at a slow pace. He had long wanted to come to Yokohama and even booked his plane ticket a day in advance. Agatha had no objections and just wanted to get rid of this terrifying demon as soon as possible.
Therefore, he needed to go to the designated location according to the instructions in the invitation letter before someone would come to receive him and arrange the subsequent procedures for entering the research institute: he would be blindfolded the whole time and travel to the destination in a car with excellent sound insulation and shock absorption.
Although Mary Shelley privately told him that "it's just a formality, don't take it too seriously," Japan, which is at a disadvantage internationally in the competition of military superpowers, clearly still made a good impression by opening up a hidden military research institute to them.
It was a research facility hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse. The metal walls were incredibly sturdy, firmly supporting the entire massive research facility several meters underground.
The research institute itself was quite ordinary; the pure white corridors were not much different from those seen anywhere else, and the style and design of the doors were all the same, without any special features.
The overall design is typical of underground facilities, suggesting that it not only serves a research purpose but also functions as a refuge.
Not long after walking through the underground facility, you can immediately see a group of people standing in front of a door, waiting for a long time.
"Mr. Dostoevsky,"
The young man at the head of the group tried to shake hands with Ye Yihe with great pleasure, but Ye Yihe subtly avoided him.
When he entered the research institute, he was not only required to pass through a manual checkpoint specifically designed to detect metal on his person and prevent eavesdropping or tracking devices, but he was also asked to have his blood drawn—which he refused decisively.
Although he himself didn't really mind, he still had to consider Fyodor's unusual background and how he could leave such important information as blood samples in a military research institute.
Especially since the setting of this world is also unique, what if there is some kind of superpower that relies on a part of a biological tissue to achieve the kind of ability to hit a cow through a mountain? Wouldn't he also be trapped?
Fortunately, Britain lives up to its reputation as the world's strongest nation for superpowers, and it is also a research institute specifically for superpower research; even though Ye Yihe refused to follow the procedures, he still obtained admission permission.
Rules are indeed rigid, but people are flexible.
The young man wasn't angry that he hadn't managed to shake hands; instead, he continued cheerfully in a clear, pleasant voice.
“I have always hoped that Dr. Shelley, or her assistant, could come to exchange and learn. To be honest, when I learned that she had agreed to send someone over, I was so happy that I couldn’t sleep all night.”
"Dr. Shelley is also very happy to have this opportunity. It's just a pity that her [Adam] project is in a critical stage of development and she really can't find the time to come to Japan."
Ye Yihe nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his lips. "I'll trouble Mr. N to exchange and learn from each other for the time being."
Compared to when he first opened his eyes in Japan, Ye Yihe's Japanese level has now improved to the point where he can express long and complex sentences with honorifics.
"No, I did receive a letter of introduction from Dr. Shelley, who praised you highly in it."
The young man, addressed as Dr. N, chuckled in agreement, guiding Ye Yihe deeper into the research institute while praising him profusely, "That's why I specifically recommended you to this institute. After all, only here can one truly appreciate the brilliance of Dr. Shelley's research."
"I've heard that Dr. Shelley has been working on Project Adam for a while now, and it's really quite a shock to us. Trying to create a bionic robot that can think for itself is simply incredible—if it succeeds, it will be a well-deserved honor to be recorded in history, right?"
“I heard that your ambitions are equally lofty,” Ye Yihe replied politely. “Referring to the research data left by the Pan God, the creator of Verlaine, to achieve the research of making artificial singularities controllable… Hmm, even I was startled when I first heard this information.”
The smile on N's face gradually disappeared.
The guard who led Ye Yihe in the first half of the meeting was only responsible for introducing him to N. The other researchers dispersed after he met with N and went back to their own work.
In other words, N is currently the only person walking alongside Ye Yihe in the underground corridor.
“It seems you do know something,” N said slowly.
His research on the artificialization of singularities was kept secret, and theoretically, very few people knew about it—especially since the other party had pointed out that he was building upon the work of his predecessors and even accurately named them.
N wanted to get information about bionic robots from Ye Yihe, but he didn't expect to be outmaneuvered so bluntly and without any room for maneuver.
"It seems that it is not a coincidence that Dr. Shelley of your country specifically requested that I entertain you."
He sighed softly.
The institute's lighting and layout were all the same. N led Ye Yihe past several alloy doors whose purpose was indistinguishable, turned a corner, and continued walking forward.
Ye Yihe did not deny it, "Just like you in the past, I am also traveling around and stopping to follow the traces left by Pan God."
“I see,” N nodded, his tone regretful. “Unfortunately, the research data we obtained is incomplete and insufficient to support the realization of this great goal.”
"And you must have heard about the birth of Leibo Street three years ago—in fact, our research institute was also within the range of that terrifying explosion, and it was completely destroyed in an instant, including all the data."
*Snap*
One of the light tubes above their heads flickered, emitting a faint electrical noise.
The story was a mix of truth and lies; N lied without batting an eye, and Ye Yihe showed no dissatisfaction or frustration.
"Creating something from nothing is always extremely difficult,"
Ye Yihe sighed, "Even if I don't have the chance to read this part of the information, I hope that the brainstorming I've had during this time can give me some breakthrough inspiration."
"Of course, I sincerely hope so too."
A smile returned to N's face.
………
He's lying to me.
Back in his apartment, Ye Yihe announced to Oda, "Since he's unwilling to provide the information voluntarily, I'll have to implement Plan B."
"good."
Oda Sakunosuke acknowledged him, indicating that he had received the message.
Ye Yihe originally wanted to spend more time gradually obtaining the information after gaining the other party's trust, but unfortunately the system gave him bad news yesterday.
—He has been awake for too long this time, and the mental energy he has consumed is no longer enough to support the use of this body for much longer. If this continues, he will be forced into a deep sleep.
[Didn't you say I could decide for myself whether to return the time?]
Ye Yihe's inner thoughts are always incredibly sharp and get straight to the point.
[This is within the timeframe before the host's mental energy reaches the warning threshold,] the system added softly, [I didn't expect the host to take so long to repay...]
Ye Yihe: [...] Whose fault is it?
The after-sales service from last time was like a chain of quests in a game, one after another.
In short, he needs to act quickly.
Since this situation is an emergency and there's nothing good for him to do, taking a shortcut shouldn't be a problem, right?
As a special research institute belonging to the military and hidden deep underground, its design and layout were intended to confuse the invaders.
For example, all the alloy doors in this research institute look exactly the same, and they don't even have numbers; another example is that the corridors are deliberately arranged in multiple intersecting "回" shapes, so even researchers who stay in the research institute for a long time can easily get lost if they are not careful.
In addition, there are rules that require visual and auditory protection when entering and leaving the research institute, and the use of communication devices is also prohibited inside the institute.
Theoretically speaking, it is almost impossible to locate this place and carry out an intrusion.
Unless another artificial singularity goes out of control, but the spy who caused the last devastating explosion has disappeared along with that disaster.
Moreover, this research institute is much more concealed and secure than the one that was destroyed three years ago.
Therefore, researchers living in the research institute are very safe.
—That's what everyone thinks, and N is no exception.
So, it's not hard to understand why, when he opened his eyes as if sensing something in his dream, only to find himself facing a gun barrel pressed against his forehead, he made a sound as if he were about to die.
Good evening, Mr. N.
*Smack*
Dostoevsky, who had been giving him a friendly smile during the day, turned on the room lights. His voice was still gentle and polite, but to N's ears, it seemed to have undergone a subtle change: "I'm so sorry to have bothered you these past few days."
“You…he,” N stammered, his voice stiff as the expressionless red-haired Grim Reaper pointed a gun at him, “Yes, how did you get in?”
The person in front of me was only allowed to enter the research institute during daytime working hours, and apart from a small number of public areas, most places were not open to him.
How did he find the location of the research institute? How did he avoid the guards and not get lost? How did he pinpoint his dormitory?
"How can you have the misconception that you can always get an answer just by asking a question?"
Ye Yihe, sitting down in the office chair, looked at him in surprise, "Am I the kind of villain who answers every question?"
N: "..."
"However, I advise you to think carefully about whether you want to answer truthfully after hearing my request."
With a nonchalant glance, Ye Yihe casually and deftly tossed something right in front of N—almost startling him so much that he flinched.
That was a skeleton left behind after a failed cloning experiment. Judging from its length and shape, it is most likely the radius bone of the forearm.
It should have been stored in a preservation container deep within the research institute, where the security was more than ten times tighter than that of the dormitory area.
"You actually..."
N's heart clenched instantly upon discovering the secret, but the more violent beating only fueled his growing panic, and he subconsciously regretted why he had suggested bringing the other person to the research institute at that moment.
N was unaware that even if he hadn't made that suggestion, Ye Yihe would have found his way here—his only target was N.
"Tell me all the information left by Pan."
Ye Yihe interlaced his fingers and placed them on his crossed thighs.
Oda Sakunosuke held the muzzle of the gun firmly against N's forehead, but the hammer safety was slowly and gradually pressed down by his thumb.
"Hurry up, I have very little patience."
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