Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Some Not-So-Good Memories
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The experimental subject inside turned back into human form, a thin male.
His eyes were filled with extreme pain and numbness, his face skin was deeply drooped, his mouth was sealed, and only his hands, which were tied to his chest with a straitjacket, were clasped together as hard as possible, and he bowed slightly to beg for mercy from the person outside the glass.
This action was silent but shocking, more unbearable than any bloody and cruel scene. However, everyone around turned a blind eye to the man's actions, as if they were all blind.
The senior executives gathered in the front watched this scene in amazement. One of them asked carefully, "Can the mutated people be controlled? Can they be mass-produced?"
The person in charge of the experiment raised an eyebrow and explained, "We believe that all humans possess genes for superpowers. The difference is that some are dominant, while others are recessive."
"After entering the human body, this drug is transmitted through the bloodstream and replicates, similar to the working principle of a virus. It can unlock the human body's genetic locks, and the external manifestation is the activation of superpowers."
"As for side effects, short-term drug catalysis can cause unstable physical changes. We've tested thousands of test subjects, and almost all of them have transformed into pus-filled monsters—just like what happened just now. Furthermore, it's difficult for the test subjects to maintain sanity, and we're currently struggling to find a way to control it."
"But theoretically, if the human body and the drug are a perfect match, the physical transformation and the supernatural powers will complement each other. This transformation should be extremely charming, or even genetically beautiful."
"Although the side effects are still uncontrollable, as you can see, the antidote is effective immediately. It expels the mutant substance from the body in about three seconds, restoring the human form. At this point, the test subject will at most feel nauseous, nauseous, or achy for a few days before recovering."
The top management whispered among themselves, "As the first phase, the results are already astonishing enough."
"Incredible! Superpowers have truly achieved a breakthrough in ordinary people. It turns out that all humans possess superpower genes."
“This is the organization’s greatest project of the year.”
"Take one step at a time. Once you take the first step, the rest will be easy."
"That gentleman has also expressed considerable interest."
The senior management praised the research leader highly and prepared to allocate funds for strong support. The research leader was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you, thank you, it's such a great compliment! With your support, I believe a mature drug will be ready soon!"
…
Mo Shiyu leaned against the wall at the back, his face hidden in the shadows, expressionless and even a little cold as he watched the scene.
His gaze lingered on the subject within the glass, taking in the restraints, the glaring white light, the numb eyes, the face soaked in cold sweat.
A feeling of extreme nausea made him raise his hand to cover his mouth.
The extremely similar scenes made the memories seep out like venom along the dark subconscious.
B01 Laboratory, in the center of the Pacific Ocean.
That was a laboratory for weapons research, and there was always a lingering smell of engine oil.
The birdcage in the corner, with its silver-gray railings, is as exquisite as a decoration.
The sound of iron chains rattling.
A sudden force dragged the person in the cage roughly to the edge of the cage, his ash-gray hair that had grown to his shoulders dangling. Mo Shiyu's hands were tied behind his back with belts, and his knees were kneeling on the ground, leaving blood marks from the constant dragging, until his collapsed shoulders touched the cold railings.
He gasped for breath rapidly as if he was suffocating. The next second, a palm wearing a disposable latex glove reached in from between the railings and touched the top of Mo Shiyu's head as if comforting a puppy.
He was forced to the ground, trying to retreat backward, trembling all over.
"Why are you crying?"
The humanity outside.
Before he could react, the man's broad knuckles dug into his hair and pulled the white gauze hard. He cried out in pain, and the dark blue veins on his neck bulged with unbearable pain. His hands, which were tied behind his back, could not move. He could only lower his head and rub his cheek against the other's palm, begging him to let go in a broken voice.
The man wiped away his tears with his fingertips, stroked the top of his head, bent down to look at him, and complained in a low voice, his voice soft and gentle, "Am I not good enough for you?"
"You should be a test subject for a few days, then you'll learn to be grateful."
His fingers trembled violently.
"Don't sympathize with him." Gin's low voice suddenly sounded beside him. Mo Shiyu woke up as if from a dream. He turned his head and saw only half of the killer's pale and handsome face trapped in the shadow, a pair of unfathomable green eyes staring at him.
“Without moving on from the past, you can never move forward.”
Mo Shiyu paused, then smiled slowly and said, "I understand."
God gave humans excellent memory, but humans use it to remember pain.
Mo Shiyu lowered his head and kissed the back of the silver-haired killer's hand.
The vague gazes around suddenly became filled with shock, jealousy, and sourness. Someone accidentally broke the ballpoint pen in his hand and awkwardly looked for paper to wipe the ink off his hands.
Vermouth couldn't help but cover her lips and laugh - Gin, your little wild cat is really spoiled and is almost climbing over your head.
She knew that Valentine did it on purpose. He just wanted to take the opportunity to disgust those eyes that were glued to him from beginning to end.
Gin withdrew his hand expressionlessly and made no comment.
Others could still tolerate it, after all, they were really afraid of Gin. But the pale-skinned French director of the institute, who was here for the first time, had a look that could almost kill.
"Evil dragon...I see." He murmured softly.
If it was that Gin, it wouldn't be surprising that he could keep such a beauty.
However, the evil dragon did not lock up the beauty, but gave him freedom, allowing more people to see him and covet him, which made Timothy, who had a strong possessiveness, unable to understand.
How suitable Valentine is to be a beautiful forbidden delicacy kept in a cage, with a collar put on it by his master to relieve his lust.
This guy Gin is really unromantic.
After all, he's just a crude killer.
Timothy sneered. The task force was changing so quickly that it wouldn't be surprising if Gin died in a mission one day. By then, who would take over Valentine's job would depend on their own abilities.
A used beauty needs to be cleaned up. It would be best if he cried and repented for looking at him like trash today.
***
Gin is one of the top ten senior executives in the organization, and many people are watching him, but judging from his apathetic look, it is obvious that he has no interest in this experiment.
Vermouth hated this kind of blasphemous experiment on the human body even more. She didn't even glance at the experimental subject the entire time. She just held a cigarette in one hand and chatted with Mo Shiyu.
"Are you going to join the group again?" Mo Shiyu looked at her sideways.
"Yeah." Sister Bay nodded gracefully. "Speaking of which, Valentine, there's a character in the new script that reminds me of you."
"Oh? What role?"
"A little zombie from China, with a yellow talisman on his face, black nails, long hair, and wearing bright red ancient Chinese clothing."
Vermouth exhaled a puff of cigarette and said lazily, "Mysterious and beautiful characters are always fascinating. It's a pity that the actor who came to audition for this role now can't bring out this kind of flavor."
"It sounds interesting." Mo Shiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "But why did you think of me?"
Vermouth chuckled and raised a finger, pressing it to her red lips. "It's just a woman's intuition."
Could she say that this was a little zombie that had traveled across the ocean, couldn't find a mahogany coffin anywhere, and could only live miserably under the cross, and was so cute that it reminded her of Little Gray Hair?
Gin raised his eyelids and said, "It's disgusting to hear that."
Vermouth sneered and retorted, "Ah, Gin, thank you for your evaluation. You wasted another 3 seconds of my life."
Gin said, "It seems you finally understand how I feel."
Mo Shiyu: “…”
Read the air, okay, shut up.
At this moment, a movement not far away attracted Mo Shiyu's attention.
"Compared to the thriving A04, the A01 lab is completely empty-handed, and yet they've let a little girl join..."
A researcher from the A04 Supernatural Laboratory pointed at the young brown-haired girl in front of the higher-ups, and the taunting tone in his voice was obvious.
"Can you open the supercomputer your parents left behind? AI doesn't care about blood ties."
Shirley stood there expressionlessly, looking up at the pot-bellied researcher without blinking. The little child was cold and pretty, but she didn't say a word, like a mute, with only a dark look in her eyes.
The senior executive looked at her with some interest, lowered his head and asked, "Can you operate the supercomputer?"
Shirley said, "The research report I published will answer your question."
The researcher asked, "Report? Where is it? Why don't I see it? Girl, dreams and reality are different. A01 is no longer suitable for your Miyano family. The wisest thing to do is to withdraw as soon as possible."
Mo Shiyu stood up and wanted to move closer, but when he heard the words, he closed his eyes and did not move.
Thirteen-year-old Miyano Shiho was no pushover. Mo Shiyu then witnessed Shirley, feeling pushed to the limit, tearing apart a researcher at Puxin. Her technical language was concise and sharp, leaving the researcher speechless. The scene ended with the executive smiling, patting the girl on the shoulder, and leaving.
Mo Shiyu withdrew his gaze and smiled silently.
***
There were quite a few experimental subjects on display in this experiment, and each subject had a different superpower activated. The first one was fire, the second one was electricity, and so on.
"Don't you want to take a closer look?" A soft female voice sounded beside him. Mo Shiyu turned his head and saw Shirley with brown hair.
She walked to the side of Mo Shiyu and leaned against him, her height only reaching Mo Shiyu's chest. Her light-colored eyes were as calm as crystal without the slightest fluctuation.
Despite her incredibly cute face, she spoke in a contrastingly cold and world-weary loli voice, "This is something you'll likely need in the future."
Mo Shiyu looked at the young Shirley, turned sideways, lowered his eyes, and chuckled, "Who are we referring to?"
"Operations Team. You're the assassin on the front lines, aren't you?"
"Well, you're not wrong."
"Superpowers will greatly enhance your abilities, and the organization will undoubtedly promote them among you." Shirley raised her cold eyes. "To prevent you from becoming too powerful and backfiring, we may add brain-controlling ingredients to the potion."
"So, don't you want to take a closer look? This poison."
Mo Shiyu blocked Belmode's cold gaze without leaving any trace, and walked towards the small table next to him with little Shirley. "Little sister, you really don't talk like a child."
"I can stand here, don't treat me like a child." The child who lost his parents at a young age looked at him expressionlessly.
"Okay." Mo Shiyu said with a smile, "Are you reminding me?"
Miyano Shiho said, "You wanted to help me just now, even though it's not necessary, I don't like to owe favors to others."
Mo Shiyu squatted down, looked at her and said softly, "Thank you. But it's better not to say these words here. There are many villains like you here."
Miyano Shiho was slightly startled, then said, "I don't care."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and smiled, then took out a small bottle of wine from his pocket, handed it to her, and said kindly, "This is my favorite wine. Would you like some?"
Shirley choked, "..."
This person really doesn't treat her as a child and actually gives her alcohol!
This was the first time she had seen someone take her words so seriously!
Shirley looked away, "I don't want to drink."
"Hmm," Mo Shiyu took out another piece of fruit candy from his pocket, "What about this?"
Shirley didn't answer.
"It's not poisonous." Mo Shiyu tilted his head and peeled off the candy wrapper. Under the light, the gorgeous colors were dazzling. He put the candy in his mouth, then folded the candy wrapper into a thousand paper cranes, and took out a candy from his pocket. "Want to eat?"
Shirley took it this time. She ate the candy and subconsciously folded the candy wrapper into a thousand paper cranes.
Her fold was not as good as Mo Shiyu's, and it was a little crooked, but maybe next time the clever little girl would be able to fold it perfectly. She looked at what she had in her hand, and then at Mo Shiyu's.
Mo Shiyu said, "I heard that when people make friends, they exchange gifts with each other."
Shirley glanced at him, turned around silently, and ran away.
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