Chapter 971 [Observation] Don't keep saying things like you're dead.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Qianzhu, who had remained calm throughout. Although they wanted to ask the questions in their hearts, they felt that it was better to wait for Qianzhu's segment to play rather than ask now.
Qianzhu's lips curved into a slight smile as she gently stroked Behefinger's head, just like she had stroked the black cat in the previous clip.
He paused slightly, then turned around and made eye contact with R behind him.
The latter smiled at him.
Qianzhu withdrew her gaze.
Almost everyone was paying attention to him, and they naturally noticed his eye contact with R. They glanced at R thoughtfully as well.
...
Since the last time he met Qianzhu but suddenly fell asleep, Bertrand has not gone to see him again and has been staying in the safe house almost every day.
Noticing something was wrong with his body, he got up and left the safe house, going to the Chino residence.
When Bertrand arrived, the Chino residence was quiet; there were no lights on even though it was night.
A bad feeling rose in his heart.
He climbed over the wall and through the window into the house. Just as Bertrand was about to look for Qianzhu, he turned around and saw him on the sofa.
He slumped onto the sofa, one hand hanging limply to the floor. Even in the darkness, Bertrand could clearly see his deathly pale face and the crimson blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Bertrand's eyelids twitched, and he quickly squatted down by the sofa and gently nudged Qianzhu.
"Chi-chan!" His voice was filled with panic.
Fortunately, Qianzhu woke up soon.
Bertrand watched him change his clothes, casually pull out a cloth to wipe the blood off the sofa and floor, and then sit obediently on the sofa with the cat carrier in his arms, waiting for him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qianzhu return to the living room after changing his clothes. Bertrand looked up at him, his tone as usual.
Will I die?
Qianzhu lowered her eyes, then smiled and looked at him, "Are you scared?"
Bertrand pursed his lips, leaned back, and said in a sullen tone with a hint of resentment, "I'm not afraid, I just feel unwilling."
He closed his eyes, feeling the sofa beside him sink slightly. He tilted his head and leaned it against the other person's shoulder, muttering to himself:
"The thought that they hold life and death in their hands makes me want to blow them all up with a butterfly bomb..."
Qianzhu smiled gently upon hearing this and patted his head lightly. "Don't overthink it. Go back and spend more time exploring the places you haven't been to yet."
Bertrand suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at him, and asked, "Aren't you going?"
Qianzhu smiled and lifted his head off her shoulder, then stood up and left with only a simple sentence before walking back to her room, "You can go back now, I need to rest."
Bertrand sat there for a while, pouting in dissatisfaction, and muttered to himself, "You still haven't told me why you're avoiding us."
He paused for a moment.
"Never mind, if I don't know, I don't know."
He muttered to himself as he got up and left the Chino residence.
Back in the safe house, he found a map, flipped through it, and tapped around on the neon map with his finger, finally landing on Hokkaido.
"There are still so many places in Japan I haven't been to yet, except for Hokkaido..."
Bertrand thought for a moment, then made his decision, put the map away, and went to sleep.
The next day, when he saw Seeker, he grinned and went over to tell him his idea.
The two immediately reached an agreement after their discussion.
Because they wanted to bring Gin, who was busy with his mission, along, the two of them waited a few extra days.
When Bertrand woke up, he felt dizzy and his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.
He guessed that something else had happened on Qianzhu's side.
Bertrand got up after a while, and while washing up, he suddenly felt like vomiting.
But he did vomit, and he vomited blood.
Bertrand leaned against the sink, his eyes fixed on the thin line of blood being flushed down the drain. He paused for a moment, then spat out the remaining blood from his mouth and rinsed away the metallic, sweet taste in his mouth with water.
After going downstairs and having a brunch with little appetite, Bertrand slumped on the sofa and sighed, looking no different from when he was bored.
As soon as he saw Gin, he happily went over to him and pestered him to go to Hokkaido with him.
But as he was talking, he suddenly felt an overwhelming drowsiness that he couldn't resist, and before he could finish speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke up in a daze, all he could remember was wanting to go to Hokkaido.
Before Gin could reply, he fell asleep again.
But he never woke up again after falling asleep.
"..."
As the screen gradually went black and the word "END" appeared in the center, all the black players remained silent.
Seeker took a deep breath, slowly shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, and muttered to himself.
"He passed away in his sleep... It's good that he didn't hurt, it's good that he didn't hurt."
He glanced sideways at the boy still nestled in Gin's arms, then let out a soft sigh.
"She's just asleep."
Seeing the silver-haired boy sleeping peacefully, everyone's already chaotic emotions became even more complicated.
The screening room gave them some time to catch their breath before starting another round of drawing.
The blue light stopped on Matsuda Jinpei's table.
"..."
He paused for a moment, then randomly drew a card.
The card, when turned over, has a picture of...
A blue bear?
The only difference is that the tear has been replaced by a red circle and cross pattern.
Matsuda Jinpei asked in confusion, "Is this a crybaby?"
Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.
Matsuda Jinpei: "?"
The crowd was also somewhat puzzled.
The bear image on the card clearly represents Behringer, but the obvious differences make them think it isn't.
Filled with doubt, they looked at the big screen.
The time appeared first in the upper left corner of the completely black screen.
It was a week after Bertrand and his two companions escaped from that base.
...
Although the experimental base where the explosion occurred was not destroyed, it was covered with a layer of charred black and filled with a nauseating smell, mixed with the smell of gunpowder.
A group of people dressed in uniform and wearing gas masks were systematically inspecting and exploring the secret base under the command of their leader.
They retrieved all the experimental subjects, including the corpses, and inspected all the laboratories, recovering all undamaged equipment and uncontaminated drugs.
"Focus on inspecting the gene bank."
Gaius issued orders to his men.
Within the gene bank.
All experimental subjects retained a copy of their genes, and these copies are all stored here. Therefore, compared to other regions, the gene bank was not significantly affected by the explosion.
However, the vibration caused the gene serum inside to fall out of place, and some of it even shattered when it hit the ground.
After thoroughly inspecting the entire base, his men reported the general situation to Gaius.
"...A total of 2,179 experimental corpses were recovered."
"...There are 1,090 gene agents in the gene bank that are still intact."
"...Finally, after comparing all the test subjects, the whereabouts of Test Subject 0, Test Subject 311, and Test Subject 1000 are unknown. The explosion was likely caused by them, while the outsider who provided the bomb cannot be located at the moment."
Gaius listened quietly, and after all the reports were finished, he nodded slightly and ordered, "Destroy this base and move all the salvage materials."
"yes."
…………
After Gaius ordered the destruction of the base in the United States, he returned to his secret experimental base in the British Empire.
On the third day after the recovered gene agent was stored in the gene bank, Gaius had someone take out the gene agent of number 311.
"This is the only unique gene in the organization at present, and we must treat it with utmost care."
He said this to the researchers in front of him.
The researchers, dressed in white protective suits, nodded in unison and began studying the vial of gene agent in their hands after Gaius left.
...
Nearly a year later, a baby was born at the base.
Like Number 0, he is a clone.
However, due to the uniqueness of its genes, this newborn baby has a very obvious defect.
Therefore, he did not receive a new number, but continued to use the number "311".
"..."
A blue-haired boy of about ten years old sat quietly on the edge of the bed, so quiet that it seemed there wasn't even a heartbeat.
His deep purple pupils lacked luster, veiled by a layer of bewildered haze.
Before him was a flawless white wall, completely empty, yet he was mesmerized by it.
"311".
A cold voice rang out above his head.
The blue-haired boy looked up at her in a daze.
Let's go.
He nodded, got up and followed the red-haired woman. Although he was not physically restrained, his deeply ingrained beliefs had long since become invisible shackles binding him.
311 followed them into the experiment room, sat down on a chair on her own, and looked at them with hazy and bewildered eyes.
An experimenter placed a few pills and a glass of water in front of him, and he obediently swallowed them.
He followed the lab technician's instructions obediently, even more so than a doll.
"…………"
Rei Furuya let out a soft breath.
It really is 311.
Behefinger woke up at some point, but was still lying on Qianzhu's lap, as if he hadn't woken up yet, staring blankly at the boy on the screen who looked exactly like him but was younger.
Noticing that he had woken up, Qianzhu gently patted his cheek.
Behfinger's eyes stung with tears, and he turned his head to face Qianzhu's legs.
Qianzhu lowered her eyelashes helplessly: "…………"
Actually, I wanted you to get up, Beibei.
[…………]
Knowledge was forced into 311's mind.
The lab technician, acting as his teacher, patiently guided him to speak repeatedly.
311 cannot speak due to a neurological condition.
This is his biggest flaw, but not his only one.
He looked at the lab technician with a bewildered expression.
Seeing this, the lab technician sitting next to him sighed helplessly, turned to his teammates, and gestured to them:
—The teaching method failed, so we switched to a gene defect repair potion.
Upon receiving instructions, one of the researchers retrieved a vial of repair solution and injected it into 311's body using a syringe.
In experiments with gene defect repair drugs, no pain was felt after the injection.
However, after the medicine was injected into her body, 311's face suddenly turned pale, and then she unconsciously bit her hand because of the pain coming from inside her body.
The lab technician next to him stopped him.
Since its birth, 311, which had hardly ever cried, shed a tear. Its moist eyes looked at the experimenter, like a pitiful puppy, making people's hearts soften.
However, the researchers here were not ordinary humans. They continued to stop 311's self-harm as if they didn't see it, and recorded his condition after the drug entered his body.
They were inhumanly cold.
In contrast, 311, who was enduring intense pain, couldn't even utter a sound, making him all the more pitiful.
Only when he stopped struggling did the experimenter carefully release him.
311 gently clenched her hands, lowered her head and let her tears fall haphazardly, wetting his clothes.
The only sound in the laboratory was the beeping of the research equipment. After a long while, a voice that sounded like a murmur echoed in the room.
"……pain……"
This sound was tinged with soft sobs and a sob. Though slightly hoarse, the tone was so gentle that it made one want to tease him and make him say more.
The experimenter did indeed do that.
But it wasn't because of a fetish; it was for experimental purposes.
They had been in charge of Number 311 for a long time, and his inability to speak had been a major headache for them. Now that they had finally heard him speak, they naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to continue.
The audience in the theater: "..."
The main concern among the Red Team members is that they all feel sorry for 311.
Liu Qingyao propped her chin up, glanced at Beihefenger who was still lying on Qianzhu's lap, and poked his head. "Hey, sleepyhead, wake up and see if this isn't you."
Behrfinger: "…………"
What does it mean to be 'not yourself'?
A soft, groggy voice, as if still half-asleep, rang out.
Liu Qingyao paused, turned to look at Bertrand, who was rubbing his eyes but staring at him with a deep gaze, paused for a moment, and then gave him a faint smile.
"Hmm... how can it not be?"
Bertrand pursed his lips, gave him a soft snort, then turned his gaze to the big screen, looking at the blue-haired boy on the screen and clicking his tongue again.
"...Annoying."
He cursed under his breath, then turned his head back to rest it in Gin's arms, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.
Seekert: ...
"Why don't you stay awake for a while?" he muttered under his breath.
Bertrand replied sleepily, "No, I'm already dead, let me keep sleeping..."
Seekert: "…………"
It's really hard to hold back.
Stop saying things like you're dead all the time...
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