“…”

Chiyoya Saori felt a little regretful.

For the fun of watching Gin, she did nothing to stop the spread of the rumor that #Gin is a scumbag# in the organization, and even ate melons and pointed fingers behind the scenes for a long time.

I didn't expect that this rumor would have an advanced version, and even such an exciting version.

It turns out that following Chianti for fun comes at a price!

Should she be thankful that the gossip about Morobushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei hasn't come out yet, giving her some chance to deal with the rumors and prevent them from escalating?

"Belmode." She sighed, turned slightly to face Shensuo, the "senior sister" she hadn't seen for a long time, and said coldly, "Don't make trouble."

"Ah, how can you say I'm the one who started the show?" Bermode smiled and threw his bag aside casually, sitting next to her. "It's been a long time since we last met, and I didn't expect to see you here during the day."

"Something unexpected happened." Chiyoya Saori said concisely.

Previously, their medical examination times were staggered. After Vermouth's examination, it was Shinsou's turn. But now Chiyoya Sayori came early, so Vermouth will probably have to wait a few more hours.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold. Mizumoto Yuka filled out the forms quickly without making any sound.

Compared to her relaxation in front of Shinsou, her attitude towards Vermode was like a mouse seeing a cat, even her lips were pursed tightly.

Although Chiyoya Saori thought it would be nice to just stay quiet, Vermouth had no intention of letting her go. She made a curious expression and said, "But I did hear a lot about you and Gin recently. Why don't you tell me?"

Chiyoya Saori felt a headache when she saw her ambiguous and cryptic manner and her words. She and Gin shared the same opinion on mysticism - it was too difficult to guess!

According to what the netizens on the forum have dug up, it is her senior sister who is the one who is actually having an affair with Gin, and it is estimated that they hooked up during the time when Vermouth was active in the United States.

Those two really mixed the drinks, which was different from her acting out a conspiracy.

If she was involved, it would be really unfair.

However, seeing Vermouth's calm look, Chiyoya Saori had a rough guess in her mind.

…

Bermode looked at the woman in front of him leisurely.

Shinsou changed the sunglasses on his nose. The frame was engraved with silver patterns. The lenses were as black as ink, which seemed to block out more light. His expression was so gloomy that no trace of it could be seen. The few strands of hair that fell to his chest looked more mottled, but paired with his handsome face, he actually had a sense of leading the trend of the times.

Although their time was suspended due to the effects of the drug, Shinsou is indeed younger than Vermode.

For some reason, Bermode's mood suddenly became worse.

"You don't know?" Shinsou was obviously impatient when Gin was mentioned again. She raised her head slightly, facing the direction of Vermouth, and said in a cold and firm tone, "You know very well."

Although there was a layer of sunglasses between them, Vermouth seemed to see those eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yes, she knew it very well.

When Shinsou attacked Gin and rumors spread within the organization, Vermouth asked the boss about her feelings, which she herself couldn't explain, and the latter gave her the answer very readily.

That was an experiment that another organization was also focusing on. It and the "Silver Bullet" were two of the biggest difficulties. Bermode had heard of it before, and she had even gone to watch the only successful one.

Unexpectedly, another "miracle" appeared beside her.

Shinsou... has a younger brother, and that kid is even an excellent policeman in all aspects.

Because of Chiyodani Toru's existence, Shinsou was put under strict scrutiny, and the drug that was originally intended to be a truth serum actually had a breakthrough in this situation, achieving another effect that the organization had always dreamed of.

When Vermouth heard that the brainwashing was successful, his first reaction was: It turns out there really are such unlucky people in this world who can succeed in two difficult experiments with extremely low probabilities!

It is said that Shinsou's health almost collapsed because of this, and he went to Kanagawa to recuperate for a few months. After returning, he completely withdrew from the action team and became a marginal figure in the intelligence team.

As soon as Bermode thought of the former's vision problem, he realized how ridiculous the title of the Intelligence Group was.

She could only think of one possibility, that is, the boss was secretly transforming a member of the organization with a code name into a lower-level experimental subject, and then put on another false shell on top of that.

Oh no, or maybe it has something to do with that "rising star" who also suffered the same misfortune, and he just gets tired of the old and loves the new.

When Bermode was training Granmani in acting two months ago, he realized how ridiculous and absurd it all was when he saw how well he adapted to the darkness.

My mood, which had just gotten worse, improved a little after the comparison.

When people really encounter beings that are more miserable than themselves, they will feel false sympathy and pity, and their own situation will also seem a lot more comfortable.

The Thousand-Faced Witch watched Shensuo's series of inspections with a smile on her face, and occasionally offered a few words of comfort. Only she herself knew how much of the heartache she expressed was real, and she showed the false sisterhood to the fullest.

Chiyoya Saori was stared at so hard that she got goosebumps all over her body.

While she was carefully "dealing with" Mizumoto Yuka's inspection, she also paid some attention to the forum, fearing that she had missed some important plot again.

But it turned out that this was just Bermode's tantrum.

It felt like she was taking an exam under the teacher's nose. Chiyogaya had already tightened her skin and put all her acting skills into it, fearing that she would be noticed to be wrong.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shinsou's setting was her own fault, she really wanted to have a sincere conversation with Vermouth. If the latter wanted, she could drug Gin and send him to Vermouth's bed!

Let Vermode explore this curiosity on his own!

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The organization's high-tech products always have a scientific flavor. Although they are dwarfed by the inventions in the main storyline, there are no instruments outside that can produce results so quickly.

Chiyoya Saori silently threw out the hundreds of completion cards she had stockpiled at the appropriate moment.

Shinsou's data is still as stable as ever, but it is still much worse than the initial physical data. However, this is something that cannot be reversed. Mizumoto Yuka is only responsible for recording, not research.

Or maybe it was because Vermouth was watching from the side, a certain gossip patient who didn't dare to be distracted at all and was extremely efficient.

Four hours later, Chiyoya Saori had received all the reports and was ready to leave.

"It looks like dinner tonight is in danger." Vermouth complained, "Really, the food in the cafeteria here is terrible."

Chiyoya Saori put on her coat, casually stuffed a dozen documents and pills into her big pocket, and replied, "You can ask Calvados to deliver it to you."

"That's so boring." Bermode snorted and said in a somewhat sinister tone, "It seems Chianti has told you a lot."

Chiyotani Saori quickened her hands and said perfunctorily, "Not bad."

She's ready to go!

Being with a person like Vermouth who says three things with one sentence, and the other party is full of curiosity about her, although Chiyoya Sawaori is confident that nothing will go wrong, the consumption of brain cells is inevitable.

She didn't want to get herself into trouble at all, and the best thing would be to stay as far away from these guys as possible.

As for what I told Rei Furuya at 6pm, it's totally fine to notify you then!

Examining Vermode was a painful task. Mizumoto Yuuka tried to send a distress signal to Shinsou, but as she watched him packing up his things, her eyes looked so bad that he didn't understand her meaning at all. The researcher became even more desperate.

But at this moment, Mizumoto Yuka received a text message. When she looked down, her eyes lit up and she seemed to come alive. She immediately shouted, "Shinso, wait a minute. Don't leave for now."

"Um?"

The young researcher in a white coat pushed up his glasses and said in a raised voice, "My boss notified me that there has been a change of person in charge. I'm here to take over. It just so happens that you're all here."

"I guess I'll just be responsible for basic auxiliary inspections and report compilation from now on. What a pity." Mizumoto Yuka's tone showed no regret at being demoted, and she seemed very happy.

Chiyoya Saori raised her eyebrows and sat down next to Vermouth again. Vermouth also looked curious: "Are you going to pick someone up now?"

"Gin has sent someone here."

Mizumoto Yuka hurried out before she finished her words. Less than half a minute later, she came back with the "person in charge". However, her originally happy expression had faded again, and there was still a trace of disbelief in her eyes.

"This person, codenamed Shirley," the young researcher murmured slowly, "will gradually take over the research of the APTX series of experiments, including the follow-up experiments of the two of you?"

Her tone was trembling and rising, and it was obvious that she felt this was too outrageous.

The pale, brown-haired girl was wearing a white coat that was a little too long. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. She stood there with a tense face and a little trembling.

She seemed relatively relaxed. It must have been even more terrifying when she was with Gin just now.

But no matter how you look at it, this is more like escaping from the dragon's den and entering the tiger's den.

Bermode rarely showed a look of astonishment. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were like knives piercing through Shirley, and she opened her red lips softly: "Is it her?"

"A little girl."

Chiyoya Saori seemed to be sitting there with her eyes focused on the nose and her nose focused on the heart, but in fact she was a little dazed.

[I never thought Shirley is so small now.] She whispered to the customer service in her heart, [Shouldn't she look more like 'Miyano Shiho' at the age of eleven? Why is she almost as tall as 'Habara Ai' now?]

[How did you raise people before the organization was established?! ]

The cute customer service ate melon seeds and said casually: [Her elder sister was used by the organization to threaten her to learn various things. The child's mentality is not good and she is about to abscond. She should not eat and sleep well. ]

"..." Chiyoya Hayori was speechless for a moment.

In fact, in some ways, Miyano Shiho's experience is similar to hers. Her family was broken up when she was young, and the organization was the culprit.

But she had a cheat that allowed her to escape early, while Miyano Shiho was detained in the organization because of the importance of her parents and her own intelligence, and was forced to work for the organization. She also had to worry about her sister being threatened. At a young age, she endured pressure that she shouldn't have to endure.

If you think about it again, this inhumane organization probably won't provide any psychological counseling or careful care to Miyano Shiho. It's normal for her to grow so little at the age of eleven.

"If age is used to measure a person's worth, then the codename members of the organization are no more than that." Shirley spoke, trying to suppress the trembling in her voice, and said coldly, "I have the strength to stand here. If you have any opinions, you can go to the boss to raise them."

When he heard her mention the BOSS, the aura around Vermouth became even colder, and a faint murderous aura overflowed and permeated the space.

These words didn't sound like something a child would say. Chiyoya Saori looked at Shirley grabbing the fabric of her sleeves in a tangled way, and roughly understood her desire to establish her own authority and not be looked down upon.

But this seems to have only a counterproductive effect on Bermode.

"Are you going to ask the boss?" Belmode switched legs and curled up. She beckoned Shirley to come over and smiled. "It seems you don't know me?"

"You are Bermode." Shirley hesitated for a moment, but chose to take two steps forward. She pursed her lips and said, "I know you. I have read your basic information."

"Do you understand?"

Shirley nodded hesitantly.

Up to this point, the communication could be considered calm, but the next moment, it was like a summer rainstorm, which came suddenly after a thunderclap, leaving no one with any chance to react.

When Shirley approached her side, Bermode suddenly reached out his hand and directly grabbed Shirley's chin. The delicate manicured nails pressed against the girl's cheek, and the sharp edges seemed to draw blood at any time.

Mizumoto Yuka's hand trembled, and the notebook in her hand fell to the ground with a "click". The data opened and closed, revealing a long string of bright red numbers that others could not understand.

"You know me, and I know you."

Bermode's green eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his tone was cold, like a creeping venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "Shirley, you are the child of the Miyano family, right? You look so much like your parents, and now it seems - your abilities are similar, too."

"How dare you appear in front of me again!"

Shirley's already pale face looked even paler now. Her lips trembled slightly and she wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't find anyone to call for help in this cold research institute.

Those icy blue eyes were wide open, like a layer of ice that was gradually breaking under the murderous aura, filled with unconcealable panic.

The young beast unknowingly stepped into the trap of the natural enemy. However, since she lost the protection of her parents, no one even listened to her cries. She subconsciously turned her gaze to the researcher who brought her in, trying to ask for help.

"Vermode!" Mizumoto Yuka shouted subconsciously, but seeing the real murderous intent in the blonde girl's eyes, her lips trembled and she couldn't utter the next words for a long time.

The brown-haired girl's face showed obvious helplessness and despair.

This researcher in white clothes and with such a lively manner couldn't help her at all. Could she really expect this person who looked like an accomplice of the black devil to show her any mercy?

Vermouth felt the trembling of his hand, and the blood gushing beneath the beating pulse, fresh and bright.

The bloodline of the Miyano family appeared in front of her again, with a cold and arrogant face, completely unaware that the experiment she was conducting was a horrific sacrifice to revive the devil.

She subconsciously tightened her fingers.

The next moment——

“Bang!”

The crisp sound reached everyone's ears, breaking the suffocating tense atmosphere.

There was a red mark on Vermode's fair wrist, and Shinsou's cold hand was placed on it, clamping her fingers without question.

The young child staggered back two steps like a leaf blown away by the wind, and was then pulled back by a gentle force, straight into an even colder embrace.

The woman's long hair seemed to be an excellent cover at this moment, just blocking Shirley's panicked sight. She subconsciously tightened her fingers, grabbed the woman's coat, and irrationally buried herself in the arm that had little warmth.

The faint scent of medicine lingers at the tip of the nose, creating an exceptionally peaceful haven.

Shinsou held the girl in one hand and quietly placed the other hand on Vermouth's wrist. As he moved, his sunglasses slipped down slightly and got stuck on his nose, revealing his eyes behind them.

But those thick eyelashes promptly concealed the emotions, leaving only almost no coldness to Bermode.

"Internal fighting is prohibited among members of a code-named organization, unless you have special privileges granted by the boss." Shensuo said, "If you want to touch her, you can make a phone call first, Senior Sister."

"I believe that the boss loves you, so this is not a difficult thing to do."

Vermode looked at her steadily for a few seconds, and within a few seconds, she gathered all her emotions and smiled again, just like the title of the Thousand-Faced Witch that was never exaggerated in the organization.

She was not sensitive to the almost provocative sarcasm in the second half of Shensuo's sentence. The brainwashed villain's emotions towards the BOSS were naturally mixed, but the word "senior sister" in the first sentence caused Vermouth's emotions to fluctuate.

"It's rare to hear my junior sister call me senior sister." She sneered, "I advise you to take away your pitiful kindness and stop treating the children of the Miyano family as ordinary children, otherwise you will die on the laboratory table in the future!"

"That's for later." Shensuo said indifferently, "If you want to stir up trouble and make the boss angry, don't bring me along."

Vermode's face twisted for a moment. For a moment, she wanted to tell them what the Miyano couple had done, but then she thought that Shinsou's situation was different from hers.

Their pain is similar in most cases, but the outcomes are completely different.

The data of the "Silver Bullet" experiment that Bermode participated in is complete. Although the side effects are serious, as long as there is sufficient data support, more complete results are only a matter of time. All she has to do is wait and accept the pain of waiting.

But Shensuo is different. The organization couldn't find any information about the drug she took at the beginning. Even though it has been studied for three or four years, the progress is very slow. Although she looks safe now, no one knows when she will die.

After all, he died earlier than Bermode.

"I hope you can always protect me like this." Her voice was cold. "Shinso, I sincerely look forward to your future."

"There's no rush to take over." Shinsou Ogen ignored her threat and said to Mizumoto Yuka, "Her medical examination is in your hands."

Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Shensuo simply picked up the girl, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Mizumoto Yuka thought she was getting off work soon: "..."

Vermode wanted to wait until Shinsou left before dealing with Shirley: "..."

The former squatted down and picked up the notebook on the ground with tears in his eyes. He swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively: "Well... Bermode, if we speed up, we may be able to catch up with dinner?"

Bermode: “Haha.”

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Outside the door.

"Where are you taking me?" Shirley's trembling voice sounded, as thin as a mosquito.

"secret."

The woman did not stop and continued to walk out at a leisurely pace. The only sound that could be heard in the empty corridor was the rhythmic knocking sounds.

Shirley's originally panicked mood gradually calmed down with these voices. She raised her head slightly and could only see Shinsou's white chin and tightly pursed lips.

The only person she didn't ask for help from helped her at the last minute, and even confronted Vermode, who was favored by the boss.

Although Shirley didn't know the specific source of Vermouth's hatred for her, she knew that the knowledge she had learned and the experiments she had done would undoubtedly bring pain to people.

And Shinsou didn't look as if he blamed her.

Or, if she blamed her, wanted to take her out, and then left her on the side of the road, Shirley would think that was acceptable.

So she just leaned quietly against Shensuo's chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, suppressing her expectations, whether sad or happy, in her heart.

…

The corridor leading out of the research institute was not long, but Chiyoya Saori hoped that it would not be at the end.

She just wanted to piss off Belmode and to trick Mizumoto Yuka who was gossiping about her, so she took Shirley out.

But now...

Looking down at the brown-haired girl in his arms, who was looking anxious and tense, Chiyotani Sayaori felt at a loss for the first time in years.

She said it was a "secret", but she herself didn't know the secret!

Help, help!

What should she do with this child?

It seems that the tricks used to deal with that naughty boy Kuroba Kaito are completely useless?!