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"The deceased is the abbot, Monk Tianyong. The estimated time of death is between 10 and 12 last night. The person who found the body is you, Master Kuannian, am I right?"

The man in police uniform briefly learned the information about the scene and turned to look at the first person who discovered the body.

"Yes, because I didn't see the abbot early in the morning, I looked everywhere for him, and finally found him in the meditation room..." Monk Kuannian didn't continue speaking, the sadness in his tone was beyond words.

"Please accept my condolences." The inspector said soothingly, and continued, "And the person who happened to be in this temple was Mr. Maori Kogoro, right?"

"Yes, it's me." Maori Kogoro was a little puzzled that the person who came was not his old friend Inspector Megure, but a young-looking boy. However, seeing that the other party's title was already Inspector, he was a little surprised and said, "Inspector Hagiwara, you are really young and promising."

"Thank you, Mr. Maori. After all, you are my senior. I heard your introduction from teachers in the police academy before." Hagiwara Kenji humbly accepted the compliment and gave a few more compliments. What he said was not false, as everyone in their class had heard of the name of this senior Maori.

"Hahaha, that's really embarrassing." Kogoro Mouri was very happy to hear that. He also felt that this young police chief was very interesting and admired him a little in his heart.

"But I thought it would be Inspector Megure who came?"

"The workload has been quite heavy recently, and our Second Department has also taken on some field work." These were not secrets, and Kenji Hagiwara did not hide them. In addition, the class monitor had a date with Natalie today and had to change shifts, otherwise she would have come over as well.

"Officer Hagiwara?" Conan was a little surprised when he saw the newcomer. He knew that the other party originally belonged to the Security Department, and now he came to the Investigation Department and became a police captain. He had never had the chance to see his reasoning ability in the previous few meetings, so Conan couldn't help but feel curious.

"It's Conan." Kenji Hagiwara naturally noticed this familiar child, and his smart and mature appearance also made him a little concerned.

"Thank you for your advice. Xiaokong said you are very smart and should be able to bring some inspiration to solving the case."

Conan remembered that the other party seemed to have known Natsukawa Sora for a long time, and he might be able to find out something about the other party, so he smiled innocently and said sweetly:

"Officer Hagiwara, please give me your guidance."

———

Carrying out missions and stuff... it's so annoying.

Sitting in the car, Noel looked at the long list of tasks on his phone and felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was forced to swallow disgusting celery, and rejection was engraved in his bones.

My mind is so irritable, I want to do something, do something to vent...

Now, in the eyes of the big trash, I have just been brainwashed to be absolutely loyal... That means I must not violate a few core instructions, but what else?

The man in black suddenly put down his phone, causing Ichikawa, who was driving, to shudder. He looked at the mirror cautiously, but was met with a pair of grey-green eyes, as if staring coldly at his prey, with malice swirling in them and then slowly overflowing.

He froze, his mind going over the rumors within the organization, that Grappa, this madman, had a penchant for hunting down low-level members.

He doesn't want to die!

He is an ambitious and capable man, but he joined this organization because he was entangled by her parents after killing a disobedient blind woman. He was preparing to turn over and become a member of this organization. With his talent, it would not take more than a few years. He cannot die here! Die at the hands of this devil!

"Stop right out front."

Ichikawa heard the devil say this to him, and the cold voice seemed to be sentencing him to death.

Is it coming, is this devil going to attack me?

Ichikawa suddenly felt a surge of courage that surprised even himself. He did not stop the car, but stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the wall on the left side of the turn ahead.

He sat on the right side of the car, and Grappa was on the right side of the back seat. It was okay... If Grappa died, I wouldn't die, and maybe I would even be recognized by the organization...

"Didn't I tell you to stop the car?"

A voice came from the right. Ichikawa turned his head stiffly and found that the devil who had got off the car at some point was whispering in his ear. The left side of the car had been completely damaged. He was sitting on the relatively intact right side. The devil was under the car, his gray-green eyes full of cruelty.

“Tick-tock—”

Something was dripping and smelling acridly, gasoline.

"It looks like the fuel tank was damaged just now. Are you blind? Why did you crash into the rock?" The devil's whisper was still ringing in his ears. Ichikawa had no time to think. The warnings in his brain were ringing wildly. He knew that he should get away from this vehicle that was bound to explode as soon as possible, but he had no strength to move. His body was stuck. Or was it that he had no courage to fight under those eyes?

"Forget it. I'm leaving now."

Noel sighed helplessly and walked forward alone. This was a mountain road and quite remote. It was unlikely that he would meet a kind passerby who would give him a ride...

"Hey, Gin."

"I'm on the mountain road, looking for someone to pick me up."

"Oh, the car broke down, the driver, the driver..."

A huge explosion came from behind, and Noel covered his ears in time. However, the piercing explosion caught Gin off guard through the phone, and his ears became deaf for a moment.

Then he heard the other side say:

"The driver must have died. It was an accident."

Gin hung up the phone, almost breaking it.

Three minutes later, he sent someone to pick up Grappa on Ring Mountain Road.

———

"I've had a murderous tendency before..." Silvani looked at the information in his hand, with Dr. Murakami standing behind him with a humble smile.

"Yes, according to the mission data, we can also find that he has a certain hobby of killing prey." Dr. Murakami, who was wearing a white coat, spoke in a very respectful tone, but he was already very unwilling in his heart. However, the person in front of him was a code member, and he had no right to refuse.

The code name of an organization is not necessarily based on strength, but also on potential. For example, in terms of scientific research ability, I am not inferior to Shirley, but her age is there, plus her parents are enough for the organization to pay attention to her. And this Silvani in front of me has a foggy past, but he has the highest authority in the core laboratory of the organization, and he doesn't even know what he is researching...

I thought I could gain the boss's recognition by controlling Grappa's mind, but...

"From now on, all research on him will be transferred to me. Do you have any opinion?" The German with light blond hair said in a cold tone, but he did not allow anyone to refuse.

"Of course I have no opinion." Dr. Murakami gritted his teeth and Silvani heard it, but he didn't care.

Compared to these, he was more interested in the information in his hand.

Grappa has gone through hundreds of experiments, big and small. It's hard to say whether the existence formed by the superposition and fusion of different experimental results is still considered human in physics, but what is the inexplicable vitality? The probability of this is no less than that of using things from a garbage dump to make a luxury car. Although it will be short-lived, it can still be called a miracle.

Is there some unknown variable?

The initial experiment of unlimited cell division was undoubtedly a failure, and the later experiments were more about testing various drugs, but the random combination of these drug waste products would not produce any unexpected changes. As for the later mind control experiments...

"Are you sure that the only side effect is murder?" Silvani's eyes were fixed on the various methods of pushing people to the limit during the later stages of mind control and brainwashing, and his brows were slightly furrowed. Based on his experience, these crude methods could easily destroy such an excellent observation subject.

"Initially there was a lot of self-destructive behavior," Dr. Murakami recalled. "But Grappa was sent to the laboratory because he was mentally ill. He was mentally abnormal to begin with."

"From a scientific research perspective, his experiment is of little significance. The situation itself is rare and there is no control group. It will not bring any value to the organization."

"That's right." Silvani nodded, then said, "You are of no use. This laboratory belongs to me. You can go to Area C."

The man in black behind him immediately pulled Dr. Murakami out without giving him any chance to raise any objections. Other researchers were also incorporated into other groups, leaving only Silvani here.

"It's more fun than I thought, Grappa."

The man took off his silver-framed glasses, and his deep blue eyes were no longer calm, but full of enthusiasm.

But soon he calmed down, put on the silver-framed glasses again, adjusted his white coat, buttoned it tightly, and combed his hair neatly as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He turned on his phone, thought for a moment, typed out a message, and sent it.

/Boss, I think Grappa's condition may be beneficial to our core research project, so I'm applying for research permission. /

After a half ring, the phone lit up again and the other party agreed.

The boss is still the same as before. As long as there is even the slightest possibility of advancing the experiment of immortality, he will agree to the request without hesitation.

Silvani put away his phone, then called over a man in black and said, "Clean up the room next to this lab. I'm going to live here from now on."

The man in black nodded silently, then turned and left, like an obedient machine.

If Noel was here, he would find that the man in black behind Silvani was the same servant he had seen at the BOSS, but he was not here. He was sitting in the car that Gin had just sent to pick him up, playing games, unaware that he was being targeted by a strange person again.