Chapter 91 Forty-two Shotas

Chijiang's free time that month was finally forced to be cancelled on the fifth day.

Karasuma Renya sat behind the desk, with the lower half of her face tightly covered. Her breath hit the inner wall of the oxygen mask and turned into white mist.

He realized something was wrong when he was awakened from his sleep by A on the first night.

In fact, Karasuma Renya only met A for a few days 20 years ago. When he saw him again in the research institute, he had become a wooden puppet. Not to mention that his physical condition had gradually deteriorated over the years and his memory had long since declined. How could he possibly remember what A looked like 20 years ago?

Karasuma Renya just felt that A's condition seemed a little too good.

Even though A didn't react to the sudden change in the surrounding scene because he was a tool that didn't understand human hearts, and accepted Karasuma Renya as his master naturally, theoretically A shouldn't be so active.

He pressed his temples which were throbbing with pain, and a faint murderous intent arose in his heart.

What Karasuma Renya needs is a wooden doll that can fulfill his wishes, not this uncontrollable sword.

A knife that is too sharp and has its own opinion can hurt its owner. With Karasuma Renya's extremely cautious personality, he will never allow A to stay by his side in this state.

The old man had a haggard face and stared gloomily at the boy who was standing with his head bowed a few steps away from the desk. He tapped lightly with his fingertips on the wooden box on the table.

Do we have to send A to a research institute first to fully unleash his potential, and at the same time, grind away those "opinions" that are no longer necessary for the doll, just like we did 20 years ago?

He paused and made a quick decision.

During these five days, Karasuma Renya did not just leave A aside and let him do whatever he wanted without paying much attention to him. Instead, he was secretly monitoring A's situation 24 hours a day.

Not only this manor, but all similar manor villas under Karasuma Renya's name are equipped with countless cameras. Not only can they monitor everyone's every move without blind spots, but they can also cover most places. Subordinates are also arranged to patrol the few blind spots in turn.

For example, the bedroom he later arranged for A was equipped with no less than fifteen cameras to ensure that no matter what A did, he was covered by the surveillance camera.

Karasuma Renya suddenly became a little hesitant.

Speaking of which, A seems to be very sensitive to any line of sight, like a natural killer, but such A did not show any surprise at the cameras that could be seen everywhere in the manor. If he had not occasionally avoided blocking the view of certain cameras, Karasuma Renya would not have noticed this.

It's as if the brain has forgotten the body but still has the instinct to respond to the camera...

Therefore, it could be that A does not sleep every night and runs into his room, under the pretext of keeping watch, because there are too many cameras in the bedroom!

Thinking back to her current state of nervous breakdown, Karasuma Renya suddenly felt like she was shooting herself in the foot and was speechless.

Never mind. It doesn't matter.

Five days was enough time for Karasuma Renya to arrange for his own private medical team to give A several physical examinations, but he did not get satisfactory results. All the detailed examination reports showed that they were inexplicable, and the simple and superficial reports could only conclude that this was a five-year-old child who was shorter and thinner than his peers.

Karasuma Renya had said before that he didn't have time to wait any longer...so today, after checking both A's psychological and physiological conditions, he decided to let A gradually develop the habit again starting from small experiments.

He couldn't send A directly back to the research institute. No matter how many batches of researchers there were, they would not refuse an opportunity to study non-human monsters. Karasuma Renya hadn't been so scared in a long time. He worried every day that this precious baby he had finally found would suddenly die.

This is the treasure that will allow him to unlock the secret of resurrection!

Of course, Karasuma Renya also wanted to take this opportunity to carefully test whether A's current self-repair ability is still as powerful as it was twenty years ago, to the point where he can even regenerate severed limbs and organs.

If - of course it's still if, if A's resurrection is only based on his own unique characteristics that cannot be replicated, then we can only study his rapid healing ability first.

There was greed and desire in Karasuma Renya's eyes. He maneuvered the wheelchair to A's front. The light was cast on his back, shrouding A in his shadow.

"Let's go, Kalua." Karasuma Renya called out the code name that he was quite satisfied with and gave orders to A, "It's your turn to show me your worth."

The boy, whose presence was as weak as a ghost, said nothing. He obediently walked to the wheelchair and pushed Karasuma Renya out of the study. During the walk, no sound of footsteps could be heard except the sound of the wheelchair's wheels.

"Okay," the crisp child's voice responded without any emotion, "Master."

Karasuma Renya is a very cautious old man who also has a strong desire for control. His bedroom and the study room connected to the bedroom are the only two places in the manor that are not monitored, because he is confident that no one can get into his bedroom by bypassing the layers of security outside.

Likewise, if such a person really showed up, they wouldn't be able to escape from here unscathed unless they dug a hole... but the study and bedrooms are both in the residential area of ​​the manor.

In short, no camera could capture Chijiang Nayue's face at his current angle, so no one could see the happy smile in his eyes.

Yes, it was the old man's turn to show his worth to him.

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"After investigation, we found that the place where the signal disappeared is a large European-style manor." The blond intelligence officer rubbed his hair and looked serious. "Did you find anything? This doesn't look like a research base."

Generally speaking, shouldn't such bases be well hidden? Either they are hidden in the city, as there are many such research institutes in Tokyo; or they are hidden inside a manor or underground.

"Karasuma Renya will not send Brother-sama to the research base this time." The boy on the other side of the sofa retorted bluntly, "He has lived too long, and Brother-sama's current physical condition can't hold on for too much longer. Someone who cherishes life like Karasuma Renya is unlikely to dare to torture Brother-sama to death in a short period of time after he was finally captured."

What he didn't say was that Karasuma Renya might try to give A another life, nor did he say that Karasuma Renya might vent his anger at the massacre of an entire base by the Grantis on A, but the undercover agent had thought of this.

"That doesn't really matter. As long as he gets his brother back, he can continue his research at any time."

The child with a young and innocent face said with murderous intent: "If Brother-sama is locked up for experiments again during this period of time... I will crush Karasuma Renya and mix it with asphalt."

The main group that lost the child felt a chill run down their spines, and they had a feeling that the other party actually wanted to provoke them as well.

This is the eighth day that all their agencies are working frantically overtime to prepare for a counterattack against the organization. In the past week, the progress of both the police and the FBI has been unexpectedly fast, and Bourbon doesn't know why he always has a feeling that the Grantis are involved.

However, he also knew that Granty and the others were so eager to save his brother that they would never tell him exactly what they had done, so he simply did not ask.

The Granti in front of them was No. 10570, the legendary last Granti. Judging from his appearance, he was about six or seven years old, one or two years older than A, but his personality was more extreme than any other Granti they had seen in the past.

When he first met them, he did not admit that 10570 was his code name, but instead always emphasized that he was 'GrundyWorst (extraordinary individual)'.

"You don't need to treat me the same way you treated No. 10569 and the others. I won't soften my attitude towards you because of this." The extra individual who first met was indifferent and spoke in a bad tone. "Unlike them, I am a failure among all the Granti. The researchers did not include me in the Granti group."

The black-haired boy with delicate eyebrows stood there with annoyed eyes. His eyes were sharp as he scanned them, and his words were also sharp: "Even so, A is still my brother - I will not acknowledge that you are his masters."

I don't know if this can be considered a blessing in disguise. The individual in the extra story didn't explain why he was a failure, but Bourbon and the others could tell from his expression.

They probably understood.

The biggest thing that the extra individual has in common with the Grandys is that they all have expressionless faces and seem to be missing emotional modules, but his personality is also the most distinctive and special among all the Grandys.

Isn't a clone who is not suitable to be an experimental subject or a task executor a "failure" in the eyes of researchers?

In the previous week, in order to reasonably prolong their survival time, the extra individual and No. 10569 chose to appear alternately, changing shifts every day. The one who got off the shift would go to the life support chamber to be frozen and survive, so to be honest, this is only the fourth day of the extra individual's life cycle.

"Everything is almost ready." Lei Yi held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, looking tired, but his voice was still steady. "The FBI can cooperate with the operation at any time, and the same goes for other cooperative organizations."

It was worth their work day and night, and with so much intelligence provided by Granti and others, all the counterattack operations have been planned!

Scotland leaned back on the sofa, rubbed his brow and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now, everything is ready, only the east wind is missing."

The extra individual slid down from the sofa, stood on the ground, and looked up at the faces of the people around him.

"In that case," the extra individual narrowed his eyes and said maliciously, "Please look forward to our 'East Wind'."