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A laboratory that doesn't look very big, with various instruments placed together in a somewhat messy manner. Only people who know the business can see how valuable these seemingly inconspicuous instruments are. Some of them are even obviously not only available with money, but here they seem to be readily available. At the very least, when research encounters difficulties and new materials are needed, just mention them and they will be available within a week.

It’s really…luxurious.

Murakami lamented that even when he was in the organization before, he needed to write a lot of applications if he wanted some equipment. After all, even illegal organizations have to consider risk-return, instead of investing at all costs like here.

He looked at the girl in the white coat in front of him and couldn't help asking, "What's the point of you doing this?"

Murakami, who was brought to the laboratory, now has an attitude of resignation. Even though he was scared half to death by Morobushi Kagemitsu's behavior when he first came here, he now understands the identities of these people and naturally no longer has the previous misunderstanding about the research on Grappa's body.

After all, under normal circumstances, who would spend so many resources on a research that would not yield any benefits?

Therefore, we can only conclude that these people just wanted to save Grappa.

After realizing this, Murakami sometimes couldn't help but feel sorry for these huge resources, thinking that if he used these resources to research other big awards, he would have been overwhelmed.

Murakami, who was itching at the thought, looked at the girl who didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, and said boldly, "Besides, why would Grappa want to be saved?"

This sentence successfully made the girl who had been concentrating on studying raise her head.

Murakami understood Grappa's mental state. When he took over Grappa's research a few years ago, he knew that the young code member who was originally given high hopes by the organization suddenly seemed to be broken one day, and he had an unignorable tendency towards self-destruction.

As a researcher with considerable achievements in the field of psychology, it was impossible for him not to be interested in this situation. In fact, he was very excited at the moment of discovery.

Excellent observational research material, isn't it?

However, he spent a lot of time and energy investigating Grappa's entire life trajectory and carefully studying his every expression and movement. With the tacit approval of the organization, he even checked all of Grappa's training videos in the organization. After all, the genius who was once the focus of everyone's attention suddenly broke down. No matter whether it was the superiors who had given him high expectations or the enemies who had cursed him with gritted teeth, everyone wanted to know the reason.

No, not found.

Murakami traced the source back to when Grappa first expressed his intention to commit suicide. There were still two members of the lower level who were present at the time. However, even after being questioned countless times, they could only say:

There was nothing unusual, it was just that when they were performing a mission at the seaside, the other party suddenly walked in. The lower-level members who couldn't understand the logic of his behavior were frightened and dared not speak. They watched the other party being drowned by the sea water. Finally, they called Gin in panic.

Grappa, who was about to be drowned by the sea water, was rescued by an elderly man who was swimming. He was regarded as a young man who came to the sea to commit suicide out of depression, and was given earnest advice for three hours. The few lower-level members who had been watching not far away pretending not to know him were already worried, fearing that Grappa would go on a killing spree.

However, Grappa just listened from the side, and then let Gin, who finally arrived with a sullen look on his face, take him away, and threw him roughly into the black car.

Murakami also learned from the records of the organization that Grappa was severely punished when he returned, but he did not explain his behavior throughout the whole process, and only answered:

He doesn't like this world and wants to see other worlds.

This gave Murakami some ideas. He keenly realized that there was a spiritual world outside the organization in Grappa's mind, which seemed to be made up of fantasy. He did not make a rash judgment on this situation, but also submitted a report to the organization that there was something wrong with Grappa's brain and it was very likely that he would develop mental illness in the future.

But at that time, Grappa's occasional suicide behavior was not enough to make the organization completely give up this highly promising newcomer, and Murakami's work was closer to the concept of treatment.

What made the organization completely abandon this idea was a defection.

It is said that when Grappa completed his mission that day, he seemed to have the idea of ​​committing suicide again. As people around him had become accustomed to it and even somewhat numb to it, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This disappearance lasted for three days and ended with Gin dragging a half-dead person who looked like a corpse.

So... the highly potential newcomer who was supposed to be at the top became a test subject for the drug development team next door.

It was not until some unknown experiment caused the other party's wounds to heal quickly, and the organization could not bear to waste such excellent qualifications, that Grappa finally came back to him again. It was not until the other party was confirmed to have been hypnotized successfully that he finally stepped out of the laboratory again.

But so what? The opponent can no longer be the same Grappa. The completely shattered soul is only missing an opportunity to disappear.

It wouldn't have been a surprise to him, or anyone in the organization, to receive news of Grappa's death on any given day.

But who could have imagined that now there is a group of people who would pay such a huge price to rescue him. He knows very well that such an investment with absolutely no return is no different from throwing money into a bottomless pit.

This incomprehensible behavior made Murakami finally say what he had always wanted to say today. However, the girl who finally responded just sneered and said:

"Whether he wants to live or not is his business,"

Although she still looked like a child, her eyes were full of a sensible and mature soul. She was wearing a white research coat, and she was methodically fiddling with complicated instruments in her hands. She said in a calm tone:

"All I need to do is to come up with a solution whenever he has a moment of regret in his heart and a desire to live."

Just for this?

Murakami looked at the faint dark circles under the girl's eyes and felt that she was being so ridiculous at this moment. As a rational speculator who prided himself on his high IQ, he even found it a little funny.

The girl easily saw what Murakami was thinking. She put down her research, raised her head and said, "Murakami, I think you seem to have forgotten something."

"They are indeed law-abiding people who walk under the sun, but I am not,"

Murakami was stunned. He met the girl's deep green eyes, which seemed even colder against the cold color of the instrument. Although he had a greater physique advantage, he felt a chill from the girl.

"At least kill a worthless guy. I won't show any mercy."

Haibara Ai, Miyano Shiho, Sherry, these are all names the girl has used, and each identity has left a mark on her soul. Although the first name allowed her to try an unprecedented life, the latter two are the main components that make up her. As for Murakami, she hates him from the bottom of her heart. If he was not still somewhat useful now, she would not want to stay in the same space with him.

As for Noel's matter, she knew that she was not the only one who had such thoughts.

Naturally, she would not ignore what Murakami was aware of. As a laboratory that was only recently established, it only had herself, Murakami, and a few assistants who were also hired from the organization. Such a configuration was too luxurious.

The strength of the White Alliance in terms of money and even connections is in stark contrast to Morobushi Jingguang, who comes from the police force.

Just like when dealing with official power, it is inevitable to have some stereotypes and even a picky attitude. A former undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department who can create such power in the dark world always makes people feel a little bit incongruous, as if he has gained some bonus that makes him deviate from the impression of a "good guy". After all, being able to achieve this in a short period of time cannot be achieved legally and honestly.

The White Alliance is a gray organization that relies mainly on intelligence to maintain its existence. As the leader, Morobu Kagemitsu is so adept at weighing the pros and cons of information that people who know his background would sigh that it was a waste of talent for him to work in the Metropolitan Police Department.

If it is said that Bai Lian was originally more of an intelligence dealer and often cooperated with the police to clean up his name at any time, since the plan to treat Noel began, Bai Lian, which required a lot of money and connections, began to expand its business frantically. Although it can be believed that Morobushi Jingguang has the will to stick to the bottom line, but in this case, he probably won't be able to go back to the police.

After all, the White Alliance is no longer something that can be handed over or confiscated at will, and hiding all this and going back to work at the Metropolitan Police Department as if nothing had happened is not something that Morobu Kagemitsu would do.

The girl couldn't help but wonder what Noel, the idiot, would think if he knew about this. She had heard him say, "After the organization is destroyed, Xiaoguang can become a police officer with his peers."

The girl had no doubt that as long as Zhu Fu Jingguang was willing to tell Noel that he could not even go back to the police for his sake, Noel would force himself to survive even if it went against all his insistence.

So Morobushi Jingguang would not say anything. He just silently did everything he could, and then waited for Noel to make a choice of his own will, and then paved the way for each choice as much as possible.

Come on, they are all fools.

The girl didn't want to care anymore. She put down the documents in her hand, rubbed her tired eyes, and didn't think about the fact that she was also one of these fools.

She ignored Murakami who was still standing opposite her and seemed frightened, and pushed open the door of the laboratory. The flower shop on the ground floor was still run by Miyano Akemi, but she looked like she had just hung up the phone, and there was a strange expression on her face.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay." Miyano Akemi noticed her sister's fatigue, a trace of heartache flashed across her face, and she raised her hand and gently placed it on her sister's head, saying, "Mr. Akai just called and said that he wanted to..."

The girl's expression suddenly darkened, and she murmured, "That damn man."

"He said a friend was coming to disturb us, his name was..."

The door of the flower shop rang at this time. A lady in a suit and with her hair tied up stood at the door of the flower shop. She raised her cat eyes and smiled, and asked, "Am I disturbing you?"

"I forgot to explain myself. I am Hondou Eikai. Please take care of me from now on."