Chapter 79 Artificial Weapons 15
Led by the person in charge, Bourbon walked all the way to the deepest part of the research institute.
Five encrypted doors and one safe door were blown to pieces, with only a few remaining screws clinging to the wall with their tenacious will to survive, staring at them silently as they passed by.
Bourbon's eyes swept across the mess of debris on the ground and the broken door that had no frame anymore.
There must be an expert in explosives among the enemies, at least someone as skilled as Matsuda to be able to blow up so many doors without causing landslides.
The two continued walking forward.
The ceiling of the corridor was very low, and Bourbon could see the incandescent lights emitting light quietly by just looking up.
The space seemed cramped and oppressive at such a height; his footsteps and those of the person in charge hit the wall one after another, and their footsteps never overlapped.
After passing through the last safe door where the hero died heroically, there is the room where the experimental subjects are imprisoned.
In order to facilitate observation of the experimental results, the entire wall of the room facing the corridor was made of transparent one-way glass. The light of the incandescent lamp slid down from the glass from top to bottom like a wave of water, creating dots of light. From a distance, it looked like a princess's residence in a fairy tale.
The person in charge explained to him: "Our institute is not the main institute responsible for the artificial weapons project. The main institute was severely damaged in the last explosion, so the project was temporarily transferred here."
"But this experimental observation room is exactly the same size and design as the main research institute." His tone became a little more excited than before. "We divided the entire experimental observation room into two parts, one is the living area, and the other is the experimental area."
"This glass house is the experimental area. The experimental area is divided into two small areas. The left half is for conducting experiments, and the right half is for observing the experimental results."
Through the one-way glass, Bourbon saw many unnamed instruments in the laboratory, all of which had a cold metallic luster.
An operating table was placed on one half of the laboratory, with a half-empty IV drip hanging next to it, the needle having fallen to the ground.
Apparently, the person on the bed had the needle forcibly removed from him and was taken away.
The person in charge seemed to realize that he had strayed from the topic and brought it back to the subject.
"Because the organization attaches great importance to the artificial weapons project, in order to protect the safety of the experimental subjects, we have also made many layers of defense. The doors just now are only part of it... but the enemy still succeeded."
He paused. "I think someone leaked the news about the institute."
In short, there is an undercover agent or a traitor in the institute.
Bourbon walked into the laboratory.
Beyond the barrier of glass, the view becomes clearer.
Besides that, there was a very strong smell, like the smell of medicine mixed with blood.
A half-finished Rubik's Cube was thrown on the ground.
The person in charge noticed his gaze and smiled slightly, "That's Rubik's Cube No. 58. He would play with it when he was bored, but he would always throw it aside halfway through and never finish it completely."
Bourbon stopped walking, bent over to pick up the Rubik's Cube, wiped off the dust, but there were some dried blood stains on it that could not be wiped off. Regretfully, he put it on the table next to him.
The trash can was filled with potato chip bags and empty Coke bottles.
The person in charge said: "This was given to him by the researcher who is responsible for stabilizing No. 58's condition. No. 58 has liked to eat some snacks after experiments for a long time... We believe that this is most likely a subconscious reaction of the human body needing to replenish energy, but some researchers disagree. They think..."
The person in charge seemed to realize that he shouldn't have said that and stopped talking abruptly.
"No. 58 was lying on this bed receiving nutrient solution when he was kidnapped."
Bourbon looked around the operating table.
There were also scattered bloodstains on the floor next to the operating bed, probably from when the needle was removed.
There was no damage to the room, and the person's purpose was very clear, which was to take away the cherry brandy that was lying on the bed.
Bourbon asked thoughtfully, "This group of people acted quickly and with a clear goal. It's obvious that they came here in an organized and well-prepared manner. But what I can't understand is why they had to go to so much trouble to take away the cherries?"
The blond young man's purple-gray eyes locked onto the person in charge's movements. He smiled gently, "You said that Cherry is the only successful experimental subject in the artificial weapons project, and that it has yielded fruitful results. Can you explain to me clearly what this result means?"
The person in charge hesitated.
Bourbon said: "If you don't even know the enemy's purpose, it will be difficult to take action against the enemy."
"In this regard... Lord Vermode actually knows more clearly." The person in charge said, "Lord Gin also knows something."
He made up his mind, "Now that No. 58 has been taken away, it is not the best solution to continue to keep the secret. Our achievement is actually Cherry Brandy."
"His extraordinary strength, his body that healed without medication, his mind that completely obeyed the organization's orders... every bit of it is our achievement."
"We have created a knife for the organization that will never wear out."
Bourbon couldn't control his expression and glanced coldly at the person in charge.
What do you think cherries are?
An item?
"We made this a secret for the safety of No. 58." As if trying to defend himself, the person in charge subconsciously avoided Bourbon's gaze and emphasized, "If this secret had not been kept well, No. 58 would not have been able to act alone without supervision."
No one would doubt the power of Cherry Brandy, but when everyone knows that his power comes from man-made weapons, the huge temptation of benefits will make people keep rushing towards him, trying to bite off a piece of flesh from him.
Bourbon understood this.
"We must find him as soon as possible."
Since those guys robbed Cherry with a purpose, they must have understood his value.
If it's too late, there's no telling what they will do to him.
There was a surveillance camera installed above the laboratory, but it was destroyed when the enemy broke in. Although he estimated that he could not see anything, Bourbon still insisted on checking it out.
“The clues are sometimes hidden in the unexpected details.”
The person in charge accepted his statement and took him to the monitoring room.
According to Bourbon's request, the person in charge started releasing cherry brandy from the first day it entered the laboratory. "I personally don't think there will be any clues here."
[April 19, xxxx]
In the picture, a thin young man slowly walked into the laboratory. He was wearing a black hoodie with a wide brim that almost completely covered his face.
Then a researcher came in and took off his hat, then his hoodie, and asked him to change into a white shirt.
He let the other person manipulate him obediently, and finally raised a snow-white hand to comb the fallen hair behind his head.
Although he is actually in his twenties, Cherry Brandy still has a strong, lingering youthful aura, like the wind in the mountains or the moon on a cold lake.
Perhaps it was his slender frame that gave people the illusion that he still had a lot of room to grow.
He glanced towards the camera, his eyes calm.
The person in charge said, "This is too slow. I suggest we fast forward. If you see anything that concerns you, please let me pause it."
[April 21, xxxx]
In the picture, researchers were going back and forth, arguing and talking constantly.
Next to them, the young man was lying on the bed in a daze, half of his body soaked in blood. It was the wound he got yesterday while doing an experiment. According to his previous healing speed, the wound should have healed completely by now, but in fact it just barely stopped bleeding.
He was in a daze for a while, then suddenly sat up from the bed. Without the researchers noticing, he took a few steps barefoot, picked up the Rubik's Cube and started to fiddle with it.
He swayed his body slightly, as if he were singing.
The wound had reopened, and the researchers scrambled to get him back on the bed and treat his injuries.
The white dress in the picture is stained with large patches of red.
The next two days in the video are of an empty laboratory. The person in charge explains: "This is the routine hypnosis time for No. 58."
"Hypnosis?" Bourbon repeated.
"We need to ensure that the artificial weapons we create do not turn the blade back on themselves."
After a moment of silence, the person in charge asked, "Are you sympathizing with No. 58?"
"No," Bourbon quickly denied, "I was just lamenting that this is how such a useful cherry brandy was made. To be honest, because that guy is so stupid in life, I was very worried about how loyal such a person would be to the organization."
The blond young man showed a slightly contemptuous expression at the right time.
The person in charge replied: "No. 58 grew up in a laboratory, so it's normal that he has no common sense. As for loyalty... No one is more loyal than No. 58. The organization is everything to No. 58. He will never betray the organization and is always ready to sacrifice his life for the organization."
He added, "However, in order to avoid consumption or the enemy's malicious destruction of No. 58, only a few people have the authority to issue a destruction order for No. 58."
"But at the same time, we have also given No. 58 instructions. If he deems it necessary, he can activate the self-destruction program. So even if No. 58 is taken away, we don't have to worry about the enemy getting too much information."
Bourbon resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
What is the self-destruction process?
What do these guys think of a living person?
He closed his eyes.
At that time, I actually said to Sakura: "You should stay in the institute for a while longer."
He clearly said that he didn't like graduate school, but I never thought about why he didn't like it.
...What would he think when he heard me say that?
The person in charge continued to fast forward the video, and the young man's white clothes were almost never clean. It seemed that the researchers changed him into white clothes in order to observe his injuries more clearly.
They cut his blood vessels, from his arms to his body... and then sewed them up after they were sure they couldn't heal.
Repeat the experiment.
Bourbon finally found out where the strong smell of blood in the laboratory came from.