Chapter 55 Six Shotas

Chijiang Nayue hates white and green.

Leaving aside the latter, the former is not about the researchers’ white coats, but about the straitjacket.

There are no innocent children in the research base. They will do anything to survive, and naturally they will not make mistakes and bring punishment upon themselves.

When Chi Jiang Nayue first entered the research base, his memory was as blank as a sheet of paper. Coupled with the stimulation brought by various experiments, his consciousness was rarely clear at that time. He was closed in most of the time, being manipulated by the researchers in a daze.

But there were also times when he was completely lucid, and at that time he would instinctively think of escaping. In the end, in order to punish him, the researchers put him in a straitjacket in a special confinement room and locked him in a chair. Chijiang Nayue often stayed there for several hours.

The confinement room was specially designed, and he called it the 'white room' in his mind.

When he was in the white house, he was not allowed to hear any sound. All around him, even above his head and below his feet, were snow-white soundproof walls. The small experimental subject was tied to a chair, and only his five senses could move.

Loneliness can drive people crazy, and Chijiang Nayue has experienced that kind of maddening loneliness countless times.

At first, he tried to amuse himself by talking to himself, counting the hairs on his bangs, and controlling his heartbeat, but in the end, he just sat there and did nothing until enough time had passed for the researchers to come and take him back.

Because it doesn't make sense.

The 28-year-old Akae Nazuki's feelings towards the White House have long been reduced to hatred. After all, the researchers were silenced by Karasuma Renya himself, and the research base was later blown up by him. That was not even his shadow.

But even after escaping the research base, the five-year-old Subject A was still afraid, and he also began to hate the pure white color.

"Locked in the room again?" Scotland repeated the child's words in a dry voice.

Even if it was just an act, Chijiang Nayue didn't want others to sympathize with him by knowing his past, so when faced with the expected questions, he just said casually according to the original plan: "There is a confinement room in the research base, which is specially prepared for me."

"In the beginning, I was often locked up, but later on, that didn't happen anymore." The child seemed to be calm as he recounted the past, shrugging his shoulders. "That's right, before I escaped, I lived alone for many, many years, so now I don't want to be locked up anymore." Bourbon originally thought that the 'many, many years' mentioned by A was just an exaggeration that children are used to, but when Bourbon accidentally looked into those red eyes, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The boy who said these words still had no expression on his face as usual. His eyes, which had always been lively, unexpectedly became quiet this time, and his eyes were full of fatigue. He stood in front of them, looking extremely lonely.

"So, why me?" Scotland finally asked.

This is a really good question. Although Chijiang Nayue cannot tell Scotland directly now, he can give him a hint naturally.

Chijiang Nayue needs to play the role of a child who has been locked up in a research base since he can remember, so he is curious about all the things in the outside world that he has never seen with his own eyes before, and the people he has never met in person.

It couldn't be Bourbon, it couldn't be Rye.

As Chijiang Nayue explained in the book, the person who perfectly fits the script, the person who can make such children truly entrust their trust and guide such children to integrate into the colorful world outside, can only be Scotland.

"I've seen you, but I can't tell you now." The child then said, "And I just want to be by your side to see what color this world is."

…

Scotland looked deeply at A and saw his own reflection in those bright eyes.

A child of this age should have been behaving coquettishly in his parents' arms instead of becoming an experimental subject of an organization. Even his own name was turned into the cold letter A. He was prematurely exposed to a dirty world that even an undercover agent like him could hardly imagine.

Scotland knew that he shouldn't let his emotions get the better of him. He closed his eyes and quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

Angry? That's understandable. Any adult with a conscience would not be very calm after understanding what the child said, but Scotland felt more sad.

Perhaps because of his childhood experiences, Scotland knew that he had always been emotionally rich and could empathize with the suffering of others.

And now, standing in front of him was a thin, pale-skinned child who was used to being treated as an object and had just escaped from the hands of his original controller... Even so, he was still full of curiosity and desire for this world that had hurt him.

He had no reason not to feel sad.

However, Scotland vaguely felt that when he heard the child calmly talk about his experience, the sadness in his heart seemed to be stronger than he had imagined. He didn't know why, but he always felt as if he had known this child for many years. Could it be that they had really met somewhere in the past?

"I have a mission tonight. Go check out the information I brought back first, Scotland." Bourbon, who had been fiddling with his phone, suddenly spoke up and said to Scotland, "I have something to say to him."

Scotland's thoughts were interrupted, and he quickly forgot his doubts. He stood up and nodded to his friend: "Okay."

He rubbed the child's head gently again.

"Come in early and I'll make you breakfast later." Scotland said gently.

Akae Nazuki's eyes lit up: Although his own cooking skills are also, but maybe Hiro-kun in the other world is different from the main world, a new happiness!

So he nodded eagerly. Even though his face remained expressionless due to his character, his eyes were filled with obvious anticipation.

So before leaving, the black-haired, blue-eyed undercover police officer turned his head, winked and smiled, and said meaningfully: "Bourbon, don't learn from Ley."

Bourbon could tell that Scot was reminding him not to be too serious with the child, so he muttered, "You must be joking."

There's no way he could scare a child like that guy from Lei!

However, as soon as the balcony door closed, Bourbon, who was leaning against the railing, changed his posture.

He leaned there casually, the breeze blowing his cheeks, his golden hair moving in the wind, and his bony hands tossed and caught the smartphone he had been fiddling with.

Bourbon did not squat down like Scotland. The friendly smile he had deliberately put on in the living room faded from his face. He did not seem to be moved at all by the experience revealed in the child's previous words.

Unlike Scotland, Bourbon discovered something more sinister about the child, such as:

"How did you find this place?"

Scotland may have forgotten it for a moment, but Bourbon, who had just quickly checked the surveillance, still remembered it clearly.

This kid who calls himself A obviously knew that Scotland lived here from the beginning, and even knew that Scotland would go out for morning exercises at five o'clock, so he suddenly appeared in that alley!

That's where the problem lies.

"This is the safe house we bought and moved into at the end of last month. Only the three of us know its location," Ben pointed out calmly, his purple-blue eyes narrowed dangerously, staring closely at the changing expression on the child's face, "How did you know that Scotland would be here?"

Bourbon thought A would evade or change the subject, or even lie, but he didn't expect the child to not even try to cover up after hearing the question. After a little thought, he confessed, "Granty saw it, and he told me."

"Grundy?" Bourbon's expression was gloomy. Several pieces of information flashed through his mind in an instant, and he was looking for this name among them.

It sounds like the name of a wine... but there doesn't seem to be a wine with this name. The closest one is probably Glenscotia (Glendy whisky), but the difference is also huge, so it's impossible to be a wrong pronunciation.

He looked at A's face and asked inexplicably, "Could this be your name?"

A shook his head: "I don't have a name."

"Besides, I'm not Granty, I'm A." The black-haired boy said, "Born on Monday and died on Sunday, that's Granty. Granty is a happy person living in misfortune."

The boy pointed at himself again: "And A is an unfortunate person living in misfortune."

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When Scotland came out of the kitchen with the steaming tray, the two on the balcony seemed to have finished their discussion and returned to the living room.

Scotland shoved the child, whose cheeks had finally regained some color, into the seat and placed the tray of sandwiches, fried eggs and milk neatly in front of him.

"There's not much else in the fridge, so I can only make something simple." He smiled apologetically, "I'll make something else for you next time."

"Can't we have it at noon?" Chijiang Nayue, who missed the big meal, asked pitifully.

"We'll have to take a morning break. We have to go to Hakata before noon." Bourbon leaned on the back of his chair, and a friendly smile returned to his face. "By the way, A-kun, are you interested in Hakata? Do you want to go and see it together?"

Scotland was surprised: "Bourbon?"

They went to Hakata on a mission, so how could they bring A with them?

It was Bourbon's turn to support him: "Scotland, have you forgotten that our mission is to stay in Bodo for at least a few days? If we leave this child here, the neighbors will call the police."

Even if we don't consider whether A can survive as a person, he doesn't intend to be taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department in a strange way, okay!

Scotland choked up. Apparently, he had received too much information this morning and he really didn't remember this.

Look at the child again, his face is full of "I want to go".

What else can we do?

"Go ahead," he compromised.

As long as you don't carry it with you when you're on a mission, you'll be fine.

Scotland looked at the child who had a white beard around his lips after he put down the cup of milk, and a trace of worry flashed through his mind.

That should be... okay, right?