Chapter 212 Winter is Coming

"......Please be patient, everyone."

The man on the stage was too close to the microphone when he said the first big words, and soon the speakers exploded with an electronic sound, which instantly shattered the originally condensed atmosphere. A burst of whispers sounded in the hall, but he turned a deaf ear to them and continued, "Everyone, don't worry, the curtains are drawn because, I think you don't want people outside the party to know what happens next."

The man paused, and suggested that all the guests present cut off the communication, but when he saw that few people did so, he did not emphasize it again, but turned his head and signaled the people behind to turn on the screen.

The lights in the banquet hall dimmed again. The chandelier above was simply turned off. Only the wall lights installed around the room were emitting a faint white light, but compared to the bright screen, these lights were barely audible.

What

on earth should he say... Tsukiyama Asari frowned. He just took a sip of the incense placed next to him. The moment he inhaled, he felt his head become a little heavier, and even his thoughts slowed down. It was as if his brain was covered by someone. Without thinking, he followed the person's instructions and looked at the screen on the stage.

The black-haired man hurriedly walked a little further away from the incense, and shook his head vigorously, barely getting rid of the trance in his mind.

This feeling is really too uncomfortable, as if the brain has directly filtered out some part of the thinking process. Stagnant thoughts will make people subconsciously doubt what others say.

"Have the ingredients in the incense changed?" As the host said some soothing words, Tsukiyama Asari asked in his mind, "I inhaled a little in the room before, but there was no such a big reaction as now. "At

that time, Hagiwara Kenji and Kasugawa Shugo took turns to act as police dogs in order to find out the ingredients. They went up and sniffed hard, but there was no such situation as now.

[The ingredients have changed.]

[What was put in the incense at noon is a catalyst.]

Tsukiyama Asari nodded slightly in understanding.

He had not inhaled the aroma containing this catalyst in the afternoon, so he immediately reacted that something was wrong after feeling dizzy, and he became alert and deliberately avoided the incense. However, if he had not thrown away the incense box, he would not have noticed anything wrong when he inhaled the incense again after breathing the air containing this very light catalyst in the room for an entire afternoon.

"This is about..."

The voice of the man on the stage made Yueshan Chaoli come back to his senses a little. He looked up at the screen that finally loaded the picture. The bleak white background slowly turned black. As he spoke, a symbol emerged from the pure black color block.

It was a hunched crow.

"Our common goal."

After most of the invited people said this, the whispers at the scene reached a peak and then immediately returned to silence. Tsukiyama Asari saw a man in the front suddenly grab the watch on his wrist, as if he was urgently cutting off the passage.

It seems that as Amuro Toru said, most of the people here have a way out in the outside world.

"Thanks to your support in various aspects, our research has been very effective." The man on the stage paused for a while. Even if he didn't deliberately raise his voice, it could be heard all around in the silent venue.

"Soma."

The man uttered this word in a tone that was almost pious, as if he was praying. He whispered the name twice before signaling the people behind him to display other images on the screen.

The screen that attracted everyone's attention flashed twice, and the picture switched to a row of reagents placed somewhere in the laboratory. Below the reagents was a long list of incomprehensible experimental numbers. Someone took out glasses and put them on his face, wanting to look at the numbers more carefully. Under the huge tension and excitement, even his hands were shaking unconsciously.

"This is the first generation of soma reagents."

The photo on the screen was from an unknown period of time. Even the color tone was black and white, showing several different reagents and research scenes in the laboratory. "Thirty years ago, we developed the first generation of soma reagents in the Boston Biological Laboratory."

Boston?

Edogawa Conan instantly remembered what happened in the villa in Boston before, and the dozen girls who were buried in the garden for more than thirty years. Seeing the man on the stage looking smug about these research results, he gritted his teeth and tried very hard to hold back his anger.

"After six years of experimentation..."

The screen switched to a black and white laboratory, with several dark gray, blurry shadows in the corner, which seemed to be the white mice used in the experiment gathered there. The next few photos were close-ups of the white mice with low resolution, "...Soma drug No. 3765 successfully slowed down the cell stacking of adult white mice, and even some of them regressed to the juvenile state."

How is it possible...?

There are actually successful experimental samples? Edogawa Conan's eyes widened, and he subconsciously raised his head to confirm the look with Subaru Okiya who was holding a wine glass next to him. The latter shook his head in thought.

I'm afraid it's just a chance success, and the results are not stable. The final fate of these rejuvenated mice is probably just death due to the severe complications that follow. It has not been completely successful on animals, and even the follow-up guarantee cannot be maintained, let alone on humans.

But these experimental data are enough to bring hope to those who strongly pursue the so-called immortality.

"After the animal experiment was successful, the experimenter focused on human experiments."

"Human research..." Maori Kogoro paused, his eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't expect that someone would dare to say such a thing directly at the party, and he looked like he didn't feel there was any problem at all. He kept looking around and found that the people present only showed interest and even enthusiasm in the experimental results, and didn't care about the faces lying on the test table in the photos.

He gritted his teeth and muttered "bullshit".

The mask that originally made people uneasy has become a symbol of concealing one's identity. Many people asked about some details of the experiment because their faces were covered by masks and their identities could not be directly identified. The person on the stage also answered these questions one by one with a serious look.

"The organization wants to... use this impossible reagent to entrap these guys?" Matsuda Jinpei's voice came from the earphone, and he gritted his teeth and suppressed it, so that people can feel his anger about the current situation through the earphone.

The world is bustling, and everyone comes for profit. The organization probably knows that these people are not short of power, wealth and connections. Only this thing that transcends the laws of nature can attract these people who want their power to continue.

But will the organization really use such a method of almost completely exposing itself to win over those who are inclined to defect to the police? His usual style of doing things is to kill people to silence them if he finds anything wrong.

Conan Edogawa frowned, and thought of a more accurate answer at the same time as the others.

Now that they are so open about it, I'm afraid the original purpose was to use this to attract their attention, so that the people present will voluntarily give up contact with the outside world before taking action, and then quietly deal with the scene.

When the outside world finds something wrong, there will be no direct evidence of whether it was murder or an accident. The final result of the investigation will probably be the same as the case of the dusk annex, and because of the identity issues here, it was hastily ended and buried under the pressure of the top management.

Rum, who mixed in with the guests, should have been on the ship to confirm whether there were other people who got in with the invitation letter. He remembered that the organization had been wary of the popular detective Maori Kogoro because of him. The people who looked like Rum on the ship had taken turns to talk to Maori Kogoro, probably with the intention of testing him.

Knowing that he was only here because of a commission, they wanted to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of him in this operation.

'If you just use this kind of thing, the people present probably won't believe it completely.'

The atmosphere at the scene was so oppressive that people could not breathe. Tsukiyama Asari frowned and could only chat with the system in his heart to avoid being affected too much.

[Well, the people here are not fools. Even if they are affected by drugs, they will not completely believe this kind of fake picture. They probably have a backup plan. He

closed his eyes and prepared to cheer up to deal with the next thing.

The man on the stage introduced the format in detail, and then the whole venue went dark. He coughed twice and lowered his voice, "Text reports and pictures alone may not give you a detailed understanding of the current results."

The man took two steps back and did not stand in front of the screen. "In order to show our sincerity to all our distinguished partners, we specially sent this letter and invite you to come to this manor to witness the recent results together." After that

, the screen lit up again. Compared with the previous gray old photos, this time the picture was much brighter. It was just a laboratory dominated by white. Several researchers who were tightly wrapped in masks and white coats came from a distance and picked up the camera.

It doesn't look like a pre-recorded video, but rather a live video broadcast.

"This is the underground laboratory of the manor." The man introduced, once again confirming Tsukiyama Asari's previous guess, "Because of the limited equipment, we can only show the results to you live in the underground laboratory."

Tsukiyama Asari was stunned, raised his head and looked in the direction of the screen. The camera swept across a series of experimental equipment and finally projected into the laboratory.

Several different animals were locked in iron cages in the laboratory. When someone walked in, they retreated to the corner of the cage vigilantly.

'They don't want to...' He clenched his hands hanging by his legs.

[I'm afraid it is. 】

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Ah, I was wondering why there was no update (scratching my head) I accidentally set 8:10 to 9:10 Private Marseille