Chapter 89 Forty Shotas

In the end, Vermode did not wake A up, but sent him directly to the study in a sleeping state.

Karasuma Renya was originally sitting behind the desk. When he saw them come in, his expression instantly became anxious. He repeatedly asked Vermouth to hold A in front of him so that he could take a closer look.

Even Karasuma Renya didn't expect that Vermode would be so fast. He brought the person back at noon even though he had just been assigned the task in the morning.

He was still very self-aware and knew clearly what he had done to this child twenty years ago. Therefore, Karasuma Renya was sure that it would be impossible for the resurrected Kaluya to follow Vermode back so easily. But when he thought about it carefully, he was not surprised that even after resurrection, Kaluya would still be a child thinner than an ordinary five-year-old child.

After taking the child away, Vermode reported to the boss immediately, so Karasuma Renya now knows that Kaluya's current name outside is 'A'. He then remembered that this was the code name Kaluya used when he was in the research base.

When Vermode came closer with the person in his arms and half-knelt down to a height that the other party could touch, Karasuma Renya's skinny hand immediately pinched the child's chin, pinching the cheeks with his fingertips, and he held the child's face for a long time as if inspecting the goods in his hands, and then he circled A's wrist and raised it to his face.

As Vermode watched in shock, Karasuma Renya grabbed the letter opener on the table with her free hand and cut A's wrist without hesitation.

The child's delicate skin was easily broken, and dark red blood gushed out from the wound, dripping onto Bermode's clothes, almost dyeing the fabric on her chest red.

The next second, the deep cut healed at a speed visible to the naked eye right under the gaze of the two men.

Click, click.

The remaining blood droplets from the knife tip hit the back of A's hand. Karasuma Renya's eyebrows relaxed and he said with joy: "Yes, this is Kalua!"

Karasuma Renya knew that it was true that Curacao had seen Kalua, but after he calmed down, he began to suspect that the Kalua Curacao had seen might not be the same Kalua he had brought here twenty years ago, especially after Vermouth brought him back so smoothly, his suspicion increased rapidly.

That’s okay, Karasuma Renya has her own way of identifying the unique Kalua.

Why did he feel so confident to throw Kaluya, who had a magical origin and was most likely to fulfill his wish, into the laboratory? Because Kaluya's self-healing ability was different from that of ordinary people. The same injury that would put an ordinary person on the verge of death could be healed in just a few breaths for Kaluya.

Karasuma Renya therefore put his mind at ease and let the researchers study it. This special feature of A was also the reason he used to wipe out an entire base.

What he didn't expect was that it was precisely because A had such a physique that the researchers would be so crazy about him.

I wonder if the researchers who were included by Karasuma Renya in this project to conduct human experiments on children are good people in nature? Of course not! Isn't the reason they joined the research project to do this kind of research in an upright manner?

In the eyes of these lunatics with weak moral sense, the existence of A is just like what Granti and others refuted about Bourbon and others - there is a subject that can heal quickly, and who is willing to spend time replacing it with a useless ordinary subject.

A How wonderful it is, no matter how many times you do it, there will be no scars left, no matter how many things you take out, it will be restored to its original state the next day, the pain threshold is several times higher than that of ordinary people, and the research permit was issued by the boss himself...

The more annoying thing is that the healing speed is too fast. It usually heals within a few seconds after the cut. If you want to take something or put something, you have to keep cutting the same place. Each experiment requires a lot of people to work together, which is a bit troublesome. Isn't it that A is perfect and better than everyone else?

Karasuma Renya didn't know such details. He never paid attention to the specific experimental content. He only read the reports submitted by the researchers. He knew that A's wounds would heal quickly because of some unexpected results.

I have to say that Chijiang Nayue, the old man who knew most of the world, was really successful. He survived countless experiments.

However, the old man in this world lost both his wife and his soldiers. The researchers' appetites grew day by day, and A's body could not meet the needs of the experiments. In the end, even the speed of repair could not keep up with the speed of destruction. He died on the laboratory table after his heart was taken out again, instead of growing a new one quickly to replace it like Chijiang Nayue himself did at that time.

After all, this self-healing ability is not a supernatural power copied from anyone, but is inherent to Akae Nayue as a book-creator. Of course, its effect is discounted here, far away from the world of Yokohama.

While waiting, Karasuma Renya rethought it and decided that this time he could not just throw A into the laboratory and wait for the results like he did twenty years ago. First, after the researchers killed a batch of subjects twenty years ago, the new batch had never come into contact with a subject like A, and it would take a long time for them to get familiar with him. Second, he was worried that A would die casually this time. A could wait another twenty years to be resurrected, but Karasuma Renya did not have that much time to wait. He had to find the secret of A's resurrection safely and quickly.

"Leave him here, you can go." Karasuma Renya ordered Vermouth, "You know what to say and what not to say, right? My dear Vermouth."

The blonde woman holding the child with closed eyes lowered her head to him, revealing her smooth neck, and said in the same voice: "Yes, Boss."

The servants waiting outside were called in by Karasuma Renya with the ring. They took A from Vermouth without looking away, and after refusing the suggestion of staying to change clothes before leaving, Vermouth did not even glance at A, and turned around and left the manor without any reluctance.

It was not until she sat back in the driver's seat that she reached across the back of her collar, seemingly adjusting the collar of her shirt, but in fact she took out a micro locator from the seam under the back of her collar.

This is what she found from A.

Originally, Bermode should have thrown it away as soon as possible, but when she wanted to do so, the face of A who had put the gun to his chest appeared in front of her.

For some unknown reason, Vermode left the locator behind, and even took advantage of her special identity during the regular inspection before entering the manor, and this time she took A with her to skip this step.

Since she had just returned after completing a mission, Karasuma Renya and the others didn't think much about it and just assumed that she wanted the boss to confirm as soon as possible whether A was Kalua.

Only after ensuring that her signal could be received by the outside world while she stayed in the manor did she pretend that she had not noticed it before and took the thing out with her, so as to avoid it being discovered by others during subsequent inspections.

Vermouth crushed the small, not-so-hard instrument with ease, remaining calm and composed.

In fact, she did nothing and did not betray the organization. She just pretended that she didn't notice anything once in a while, right?

Vermode looked up and saw her ageless face reflected in the rearview mirror. She raised her hand to her chest and her palm felt a large patch of wet blood.

Inside the closed carriage, the smell of rusty iron filled her nostrils. For some reason, Vermouth, who was already accustomed to this smell, suddenly felt nauseous.

Chijiang Nayue had no idea how irritated Bermode was. He was trying hard to suppress the urge to jump up and punch the old man.

He woke up as early as when he entered the manor. He felt it when Vermode slipped away with the locator that he had stuffed into his pocket. He was also very sober when Karasuma Renya stabbed him without saying a word, and he wanted to mock the other party for not having eaten and having so little strength.

Up to this point, Chijiang Nayue was able to hold it in calmly. After all, it was not the first time. Didn't he do the same thing in the main world when the old man was not killed by him yet? Anyway, remember that this hand has touched his face, and just throw it away when you kill the old man later.

Oops, I suddenly can’t remember which hand pinched his face. So it’s okay to discard both hands, right?

Then, when Karasuma Renya arranged for the servant to take him downstairs to take a bath, change clothes and send him to the former's bedroom, Akae Nayue's fist began to itch.

He knew that Karasuma Renya was scared to death by his death once, and was worried that he would die again accidentally, so he wanted to keep a close eye on him.

But he didn't want to be stared at by the old man all the time.

Akae Nazuki made another note of Karasuma Renya in her heart, then slowly opened her eyes as if she had just woken up.

As expected, Karasuma Renya didn't mention anything about sending him to the bedroom, and asked the servant to bring him to her and put him down again.

"Good boy." The old man with white hair touched the child's hair amiably and asked as gently as possible, "Do you still remember me?"

Chi Jiang Na Yue thought, of course. He always remembered the old man. When the old man died, he would enthusiastically provide one-stop funeral services to ensure that the ashes after cremation could blend harmoniously with the soil at the gate of the manor. Any rum and gin that came here could happily walk over the old man.

My God, he is the best heir in the world.

After thinking about this, Chijiang Nayue began to like this old man from another world a little better. After all, he would turn into ashes in the future anyway, so he might as well be patient for a while.

So he followed Karasuma Renya's instructions and pretended to have amnesia, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"No...you are...?"

After all, he has been a person with real amnesia for so many years, he must be familiar with this business.

Karasuma Renya showed a satisfied expression and said in a gentler voice: "I am your master."

...After all, I prefer the ashes of Karasuma Renya.

Chi Jiang Na Yue thought so, his face still intact to maintain the paralyzed expression, really confused and obediently called out "Master".

Just think of it as hospice care.