Chapter 91 Artificial Weapons 27

The door opened with a click.

The young man on the bed opened his eyes, rubbed them, and murmured in a daze. Akai Shuichi appeared at the door of his room.

"Good morning!" Sakura Zou smiled at him and stretched, her snow-white skin faintly visible under her hospital gown.

The man at the door glanced at him and asked, "Do you know your physical condition?" The man's voice was steady and soothing, mixed with the sound of approaching footsteps.

Yingtao Zou saw a cicada fly away from the window and a green leaf fell.

"How's your health?" He waited until Akai Shuichi came closer before slowly looking at him. "Are you saying I'm dying? I know."

This time, the FBI was strangely very humane. Sakura Kanade felt that she was more like a patient than an experimental subject.

The researchers hadn't done any experiments yet, but they had given him a lot of physical examinations. The more they examined him, the darker their faces became. Their expressions towards Yingtaozou changed from looking at a walking gold diamond that suddenly appeared on the roadside, to looking at a slutty prostitute who didn't pay for anything but had to pay for his pants.

Sakura was amazed, thinking that maybe they felt that his physical condition was like a broken machine and even if they conducted experiments, they would only get a bunch of wrong data, so they had to restore him to normal first.

I'm so sorry, you are dreaming.

The only way out for these researchers now is to wait for him to die and perform an autopsy on him. Maybe they can really get some results.

For example, he developed a zombie potion, which pushed the world into a biochemical crisis movie set.

Sakura Kanade looked at Akai Shuichi's expression. His expression was always indifferent, with the corners of his lips and eyes slightly turned down, and the color of his irises was dark and deep. It was difficult to tell whether he was happy or sad from his face. But at this moment, his brows were deeply furrowed.

Sakura Kanade comforted him: "It doesn't matter. Even if the research doesn't produce any results, it's the researchers who will be criticized. It has nothing to do with you."

Even so, Shuichi Akai probably hasn't had an easy time lately.

The organization probably won't send anyone to rescue him again, but the feud between him and the FBI is getting deeper and deeper.

Even if he doesn't reveal Okiya Subaru's identity to the organization, how long can Akai Shuichi keep pretending?

It must be tiring to deal with the endless attacks and temptations from the organization, right?

Akai Shuichi put the cherry brandy report on the table and put one hand in his pocket. He glanced at the young man who was half leaning on the bed and said lightly in the other's gentle smile: "You are completely different from what I imagined."

"However," he thought thoughtfully, "you seem to have changed a lot since the last time we met."

"Have a good rest. Your physical report is on the table. If you are interested, you can look through it yourself."

Shuichi Akai walked out of the ward and the chief researcher of the institute was waiting for him outside.

The researcher said with a gloomy face: "If you still insist on curing him before conducting the experiment...or you should just take him away. We are researchers, not doctors, and his internal organs are already badly damaged. No one can save him."

Akai Hideichi put a finger to his lips to signal him to keep his voice down. His deep voice was like a glass of mellow red wine. "I didn't expect his health to be so bad."

Initially, I just felt that his face looked too pale, so when I handed him over, I set a condition with the research institute: his injuries had to be healed first before the experiment could be carried out.

Shuichi Akai doesn't like cherry brandy, but he doesn't want the same thing to happen again.

"If he can be cured, try to cure him. He is actually a pitiful person."

The researcher was silent for a moment. A strange collision sound came from the room. He sighed as if it was nothing new. "Maybe he's playing with cicadas again. This guy's health is almost broken, but he still has so much energy..."

Akai Shuichi glanced at the closed ward door and continued, "He must not die in our hands. No matter what, we must let him live as long as possible."

After leaving the research institute, Shuichi Akai contacted Conan Edogawa.

"I think I need you to put me in touch with a certain police officer... No, don't worry, he will want to see me. To be precise, he doesn't want to see me... but he will come."

Akai Shuichi sorted out his thoughts.

From the time he met Cherry Brandy till now, his various actions and the people he has been associated with.

If he guessed correctly, the relationship between a certain public security policeman and cherry brandy might be unusual.

Is he sincere, or is he trying to deceive this...actually a bit of a fool?

Conan Edogawa informed Shuichi Akai that he would meet in front of an abandoned factory in the suburbs at 8 o'clock tonight, and Toru Amuro agreed to the appointment.

At 7:55, Akai Shuichi appeared in front of the abandoned factory. There was a small road in front of the factory with street lights on the side.

He stood under the street light and lit a cigarette.

The bushes beside him moved slightly, and he looked over there. "As expected, you followed me after all."

Conan Edogawa came out with a grin, "Mr. Akai, since I asked Mr. Amuro out, I have the right to know about this!"

He leaned over curiously: "So what happened?"

"Boyya, you can stay if you want, but don't ask. This is not something I want you to know."

Edogawa Conan met the other person's deep eyes and nodded blankly.

Mr. Akai...seems to be in a bad mood.

The reason why Shuichi Akai agreed to let Conan stay was that he thought the public security policeman might be more restrained after seeing him and would not come up to fight with him.

...Well, he still underestimated Bourbon's hatred and dislike for him.

The two fought until both were covered in wounds before they stopped. Conan Edogawa tried to persuade them at first, but when he was almost hit, he just hid away with his skateboard in his arms.

It doesn’t matter, they are all mature adults and know their limits...right?

Under Conan Edogawa's frightened and worried gaze, the two mature adults finally stopped before beating each other to death.

After confirming that the other party could now listen to what he said, Shuichi Akai first informed Bourbon of Cherry Brandy's plan and threat to him, hoping that the other party would calm down.

Bourbon did calm down for a moment, but after that he became even angrier.

The blond young man wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "You're saying that again, Akai Shuichi. Are you trying to tell me that you can't do anything to that idiot and that you were threatened by his simple words?"

Akai Shuichi was silent. He certainly had more ways to solve this problem, but to him, cherry brandy was not important.

He can ask for restrictions on researchers' actions to avoid inhumane human experiments for the sake of cherry brandy, and will also try his best to save a patient when he realizes that he is running out of time.

But that's about it.

Amuro Toru let out a sigh, "None of this matters... What conditions do you want me to give him back to me?"

It's the former, Akai Shuichi thought.

The police officer in front of him really cared about the man-made weapon.

"No conditions. I came to you just to show my sincerity..."

Bourbon snorted coldly.

"I initially provided the FBI with information about the man-made weapon just to warn them to be careful of him. Cherry brandy is very powerful, as you should know."

In the suburbs in midsummer, the sound of cicadas and frogs is endless. Amuro Toru feels that the other party is much noisier than the cicadas and frogs. "Are you going to tell me that you can't guess that the FBI will also covet this power?"

Shuichi Akai asked back, "So what? I don't know much about Cherry Brandy. I only know that he is powerful and dangerous. Most FBI agents have no chance of winning against him. Isn't it natural for me to want to protect my companions?"

"Are you sure that cherry brandy won't harm your police colleagues?"

Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes.

"...He won't, at least not now."

Akai Shuichi looked at him deeply and said, "I will return him to you. I still want to say sorry to you again for what happened before. As for this time... you know Cherry Brandy's body..."

Toru Amuro lifted his eyelids and took a look at him, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.

"It seems you know it."

There was another silence.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath, "Where is he?"

"In a small underground hospital of the FBI." The organization has been keeping a close eye on it lately, and the FBI has no way of transferring the cherry brandy to the United States or a large hospital. "I'll take you there."

The cell phone suddenly rang. Shuichi Akai looked at the phone, then at the blond young man, and answered it.

The researcher shouted in a suppressed tone from the other side.

“He ran away!!”