Chapter 80 Artificial Weapons 16

When Vermouth arrived, Bourbon had almost finished watching the surveillance footage for that period of time.

The young man in the picture has almost no time for himself. The only thing that accompanies him and has nothing to do with the experiment is the little Rubik's Cube.

The young man looked less gloomy after taking off his black hoodie. Against the pure white background, he looked even whiter like a doll.

He had lost a lot of weight. His protruding collarbone disappeared under the thin collar of his clothes, but his ugly scar took the opportunity to peek out a little from his head.

Repeated injuries and treatments seemed to have drained all his energy. When the Rubik's Cube finally fell to the ground, he just blinked slowly and watched it roll in a few small circles.

Other than that, there was no response.

Bourbon stared at him for a long time, but couldn't even see the slightest movement of his fingers.

When the researchers asked him to do an experiment, he obediently sat up and followed the instructions like a robot, using his frail body.

Shaky and yet straight.

The researchers would occasionally stroke his hair, as if to comfort and reward him.

He had no other reaction and waited quietly for the next experiment.

Put on brand new white lab coats.

Blood dripped onto the Rubik's Cube, but he ignored it and wiped it away with his snow-white fingers.

Cherry Brandy was unable to eat normally due to severe damage to his intestines and stomach. The researchers could only inject him with nutrient solution to help him maintain his vital signs.

Experiment paused.

But Cherry Brandy's health still doesn't seem to be getting better.

Bourbon noticed something was wrong, "Why isn't his injury...healing?"

He had seen it with his own eyes. Even though the person was seriously injured in the bombing, it only took him one night to be full of life again.

No matter how serious his injuries were, they should have healed by now.

"That's why we repeated the experiment this time." The person in charge sighed, "We originally just wanted to make up for the data that was lost before, but we didn't expect something like this to happen... We speculate that the damage that No. 58's body can withstand has reached the threshold."

"I can put it in a more understandable way - his ability to heal is like a loan."

"In fact, we have always suspected that the healing ability that No. 58 has acquired is not without a price. Our research suggests that his healing ability is actually using the energy of the future to fill the present. Just as life will eventually end, when his future is exhausted, he will naturally lose the ability to continue healing."

"Of course, this is just a conjecture and has not been scientifically proven. In fact, in addition to No. 58, Lord Blue Orange Wine and Lord Amoruso also used the same medicine. After that, the two of them did have a great increase in strength, but they did not show the same healing ability as No. 58."

"and……"

Moreover, both of them have passed away, so there is no way to see the subsequent reactions; even if they were alive, no one would dare to use them for experiments.

While the two were talking, Vermouth also came to the research institute.

The platinum-haired woman walked into the monitoring room gracefully in high heels. The person in charge pushed his glasses down on his nose again and looked straight ahead.

She glanced at the situation on the surveillance screen and sighed sadly: "My lovely cherry is so pitiful."

Then she looked at the blond young man, her red lips curled up, "How is it? Do you know who took my poor little one away?"

The blond young man twitched his lips and said, "I think I have some idea."

…

Akiyama Kanade has written a new script, and the actors and director are in place, and then he finds that Bourbon is missing.

He took many days off from work at the Poirot Café and was not seen at home.

Kurosawa Shun helped to check and found out that the Black Organization had issued a mission to Bourbon, Gin and others, asking them to snatch back the stolen cherry brandy.

Am I so popular?

Akiyama was shocked.

He took the initiative again and connected with Cherry Brandy.

Akiyama Kanade felt very uncomfortable after not entering this body for a long time. He tried to move his body, but it felt as weak as a ball of cotton and was heavily pressed by a rock that he couldn't get rid of.

My body was wet and a little sticky.

He realized it was his own sweat mixed with his blood.

Tsk, that must be ugly.

There had never been a more clear moment than now that he realized that this body was at the end of its strength.

Akiyama Kanade opened his eyes with all his strength. He was surprised to find that there was another person standing next to him.

He first thought it was a researcher. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Akiyama Kanade saw a slender figure emerging from the darkness.

He was tall, with slightly muscular features under his black shirt. He was biting a cigarette, but he didn't light it. The pair of dark green eyes were looking at him. After noticing that he woke up, the owner of the eyes asked, "Are you okay?"

His tone was relatively mild, but I didn't know if it was a speaking habit, but even words of concern sounded condescending and annoying to this person.

Shuichi Akai.

Bourbon's guess turned out to be correct; the guy was not dead.

Is this a disaster that will last for thousands of years?

I have a feeling that Bourbon would be very angry if he knew about this.

"I..." Akiyama Kanade wanted to say "I'm fine", but his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak. In the darkness, Akai Hide's eyes seemed to flash with apology. He poured a glass of water from the table beside him and handed it to Akiyama Kanade's lips, and considerately helped him up.

Only then did Akiyama Kanade notice that he seemed to be in a hospital now.

The bed was pure white and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

The curtains were drawn and it was pitch black outside.

"...I'm sorry." A man's deep voice rang in my ears.

Akiyama Kanade looked at Akai Shuichi in surprise. He moved his fingers, but the other party stopped him by holding his wrist.

"Don't move." He said softly, "Your wounds have just been treated. If you move, the wounds will easily split open."

Akiyama Kanade looked down at his body.

He lifted the quilt and slowly lifted up his hospital gown.

Akai Shuichi paused, sighed slightly, and did not stop him.

Akiyama Kanemitsu found dozens of scars and needle holes on his arms and abdomen.

He was sure that some of them were not there when Cherry was taken away from the organization's institute.

As he expected, the FBI is not a charity.

"Did your experiment produce any results?" Akiyama Kanade really wanted to ask this question sarcastically, to show his contempt for the FBI's fruitless efforts.

But as Cherry Brandy, he just asked softly in a gentle and soft tone with a faint smile on his face.

Then he coughed softly a few times, put his fingers to his lips and wiped away a little red.

Akai Shuichi was stunned for a moment, surprised that the other party could bring up this matter in such a casual tone. "...I'm afraid not."

When it comes to why the guy in front of him was lying here, Shuichi Akai felt that he had to bear a large part of the responsibility.

The story goes back to the last confrontation with Cherry Brandy. Akai Shuichi realized the danger of Cherry and decided to investigate his situation again.

When they finally found out that he was the result of the organization's artificial weapons project, even Shuichi Akai was extremely surprised.

People who have never fought against Cherry Brandy might think this is a fantasy, but Shuichi Akai has seen how powerful Cherry Brandy is, so he is sure that the organization has really succeeded in creating a very useful man-made weapon.

Shuichi Akai reported the matter to the FBI's top brass. For some reason, he concealed some information and only pointed out that Cherry Brandy, as a man-made weapon, had extraordinary physical strength and was very powerful, so the FBI must be more careful when taking action.

He didn't expect that this would still arouse the greed of some senior officials.

Shuichi Akai was kept in the dark about the plan to rob Cherry Brandy from beginning to end.

By the time he found out, it was too late.

He saw cherry brandy in a simple research institute temporarily organized by the FBI.

The other party was bound by chains deep in the laboratory.

From wrists and ankles to neck, every place was fastened with at least two tightly-fitting handcuffs. His limbs seemed to be twisted in a strange way, and he was lost in the darkness, as if he was about to mold, or like moss growing on a stone submerged in cold water.

He opened his eyelids, and a blood-red light flashed slightly.

Shuichi Akai thought the other person saw him, but the gaze in his eyes was actually just scattered around without focus.

The researchers explained that this is because cherry brandy is too strong and this is necessary for safety.

They injected large amounts of drugs into his body, stimulating him to explore the limits of his physical strength.

The young man's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, he raised his head, his Adam's apple was squeezed by the handcuffs, and the veins on his arms bulged. The old wounds on his body that had not yet healed opened, and blood the same color as his irises dripped along his snow-white fingertips.

After recording the data, the researchers immediately injected him with sedatives and sleeping pills.

Facing Akai Shuichi's increasingly cold gaze, the researcher said: "We are doing this for his own good. If he is not allowed to sleep, he will show a tendency to commit suicide... Maybe it is an insurance set by the organization."

He said with emotion: "As a man-made weapon, it is truly a perfect product."

Because of this incident, Shuichi Akai rarely got angry with his superiors, and the situation was finally calmed down thanks to James' intervention.

Cherry Brandy was secretly taken to the hospital for treatment.

But Shuichi Akai understood that the reason why his superiors were willing to let him go so easily was because the research institute still could not discover the secret in his body after quickly squeezing out the cherry brandy.

There was no point in keeping this little lunatic in the institute. The researchers in the institute were all clerical workers, and they would become exhausted after just a few days of drinking cherry brandy, so when they sent him away, they were all very happy.

But the FBI would not return this sharpened knife to the organization. As soon as Cherry Brandy's health improved, he would be sent to the United States.

As for what will be waiting for him at that time, Shuichi Akai couldn't say for sure.

At this moment, the young man wrapped in a hospital gown smiled and said gently, "That's great. This way, I will have less trouble."

"Otherwise, I must clear the experimental records before I can escape."

"I believe you, you can't lie to me."

"You want to escape?" Akai Shuichi asked him, "With your current body?"

"It's a bit troublesome that I can't get well soon, but... I've decided to go." He continued to smile and tilted his head. "Will you see me off, Ley?"