Chapter 215 Winter is Coming

Inside the venue, when the screen lit up for the second time, the noise that Kasugawa Shugo and Hagiwara Kenji had heard in the dark passage had long disappeared.

The hall was almost silent, but not as quiet as dead water, but like the sea surface that suddenly calmed down. The storm that was about to come was hidden under the dark sea water, and it was unknown when it would break out.

Conan Edogawa was shocked by the sound of glass shattering next to him and came back to his senses from the picture on the screen. He turned his head and saw Tsukiyama Asari staring at the screen in a daze, and he didn't even notice that the wine glass in his hand had fallen to the ground and shattered.

The boy reached out and grabbed the other's hand, which was hanging by his leg and clenched into a fist. However, the man, who usually turned his head and forced himself to smile at the little detective when he was comforted like this, did not react at this moment. He was still looking at the screen, and the expression on his face was completely blocked by the mask. He might not have noticed that someone was holding his hand.

His action was not abrupt in the hall. Almost everyone stared at the man on the screen with their eyes hidden in the shadows under the mask.

On the screen, among all the people who covered their faces with masks, the naked faces seemed to be covered with a layer of "**", and the process of the picture changing from blurry to clear was like a curtain slowly being pulled open.

This screen was still for less than half a minute, which seemed longer than ten minutes to the people in the conference room. Before someone could help but urge, there was finally movement.

A few researchers hiding their bodies in wide research suits passed by in the back. They were all fully armed, with masks, goggles, medical gloves... even their hair was covered by protective hats, revealing no features.

On the screen, a hand wrapped in gloves and sleeves stretched out from the right side. The researcher who was not on the screen held the man's face with a little force. His thumb wrapped in medical gloves raised up and rubbed the other person's flying eyes, indicating that the man who had been lowering his eyes should look up.

This action seemed to make the man on the chair uncomfortable. Yu Gu Miao quickly blinked his eyes that had just been rubbed, and then looked up. Another researcher came over at this time, propped open the man's right eye, and scanned the cold gray eyes with an instrument to detect the pupil.

"Experiment number."

The voice of the researcher in the distance came from under the mask. All emotions were filtered out by the thick fabric, and it seemed dull.

"14." The researcher who had just propped up Yu Gu Miao's eyes responded immediately, but then he paused, as if to make this answer more credible. He used his hand to push aside the man's hair, his eyes quickly fell on the back of his neck, and then hurriedly looked away, repeating for emphasis, "14."

"Enter data..." The experimenter in the distance entered a line of numbers on the instrument, "The data analysis results are normal."

After confirming that he had finished entering, the experimenter put his black hair in his hand and walked aside to get the small instrument he was going to use.

The researchers in charge were far away from the camera. Only their gloved hands appeared on the screen. Even if they accidentally revealed their figures occasionally, their faces were mostly blocked by goggles and masks. The hand that had massaged the corners of his eyes stretched out again, reached under his neck with a clear goal, and unbuttoned the collar of Yu Gu Mio's shirt.

The researcher put his chest The cloth was pulled slightly to the sides, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his chest. In the laboratory, where the lights were shining everywhere, the pale skin was as cold as snow frozen into ice.

There were many scars on his chest. In addition to a few narrow knife scars that had faded, there were also irregular crack-like scars with darker colors, as if caused by electric shock.

The obvious origin of these scars made Subaru Okiya open his eyes. He gently rubbed the thick tablecloth next to him with his hand on the table next to him, and suddenly remembered the question he had asked Cointreau in the collapsed high-rise building.

'What did he do to you? '

It seemed that the answer to this question had been found now.

Was this a torture caused by previous prejudice and malice, or was it a correction tacitly approved by the gentleman at the top...?

Okiya Subaru frowned, trying to see more clearly. But soon, the hand that had torn open Cointreau's collar returned to the screen with several patches connected to catheters, and used the patches to cover most of the exposed skin on the chest.

Under the cold skin, all the beats of the heart were recorded one by one by the instrument. The voices stopped, and the only remaining instrument in the laboratory trembled regularly, and the "beep--" sound spread along the loudspeaker to every corner of the venue.

"Reagent. "

The researcher who had just fixed the instrument patch on Yu Gu Miao's chest spoke, and the researcher in the distance quickly took out a small metal box from the test table. He opened it, and inside was a syringe placed in a groove made of soft material.

The former picked it up, and the light blue liquid that occupied less than one-third of the test tube reflected a layer of glare under the light. He took a close look at the number next to the injection and repeated in a low voice, "Reagent No. 1. "

Someone grabbed the man's black hair from behind, exposing his pale and slender neck.

The light-colored drug was slowly pushed into the blood vessels in his neck, and when the thin needle was inserted from the skin, a small drop of bright red blood flowed out of the needle hole.

Incredibly, perhaps because this drop of blood was the only bright color in the whole picture except for the man's red lips, everyone's eyes were focused on that drop of blood - the organization The results of several decades, all the manpower, material resources, and the medicines produced by hundreds of millions of gold and silver wealth, have all been integrated into his flesh and blood.

They looked at Yu Gu Miao as if gold was flowing in his body.

Under the cover of the mask, people did not hide their greedy and fanatical eyes. Amuro Toru looked at the venue, and suddenly a question that he and Morobushi Keimitsu had imagined countless times before surged in his mind.

If that day really comes, Yu Gu Miao will...

They had considered the attitude of the public security police and were worried that he would become completely out of touch with the normal society after living in the organization for decades, but they had completely forgotten the remnants of the experiments on him. The organization will

be destroyed, but people's greed and desire for eternal life will not end there. Yu Gu Miao, who has all the successes and secrets hidden in him, is no less than a golden bird in the eyes of all the senior officials who know the inside story.

Now In the video, the golden bird lowered its eyes, and the golden blood flowing from its veins was wiped away bit by bit by the researcher with a small disinfectant wipe. After the blood spread between the wipes, only a tiny, faintly dark blue pinhole was left on its neck.

At first, there was no reaction, and even the sound of the surrounding machines was much quieter. In the video, the black-haired man closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, and only the pale instrument next to him made a rhythmic sound.

"Drip--"

......

"Beep—"

Suddenly, the sound of impact was like a signal. The pain that suddenly exploded inside the body as the drug decomposed made the man on the chair struggle subconsciously. The wrists tied to the armrests kept pulling the firmly fixed straps, and the metal buckles on them hit the metal chair, making a series of tooth-aching collision sounds.

The instruments next to him also exploded with warning beeps. Soon, Cointreau, who finally reacted to the sudden pain, bit his lower lip tightly, blocking the cry of pain in his throat. All the pain that exploded from his internal organs was suppressed into large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and his slightly trembling body.

He stopped struggling in vain, and just lowered his head, his back slightly hunched due to pain. His black hair fell down with the movement, blocking the sight of those who tried to see the painful expression on the man's face, like a silent, trembling active volcano.

I don't know how long it took, when the sharp alarm sound gradually faded, the panting sound that was originally covered finally occasionally leaked out from the man's slightly opened lips. Yu Gu Miao's forehead was almost completely wet with sweat. The sharp pain had stopped, but the aftereffects were still lingering on this body. He panted softly, transferring fresh air to his lungs bit by bit, trying to get rid of the suffocating feeling as if he had just died.

No one came forward to disturb him. When the man's breathing became calmer, a researcher came up with a towel that was slightly moistened with clean water. He carefully wiped the sweat off his neck, chest and forehead with the clean and soft inner surface.

While wiping the sweat, the researcher carefully placed his hands on his shoulders and asked Yu Gu Miao to sit up straight again in the chair. The man's head, which had been lowered, was raised a little at this time. Someone lifted his half-long black hair, exposing his clean face wiped by the towel under the light of the laboratory. Then, as expected, a small round of cheers rang out in the conference room. It was

a small change, but it could not be hidden under the light and the magnified screen, and it was even infinitely magnified.

The sharp eyebrows and eyes softened slightly, and some of the facial corners retreated to the appearance of not fully opening. If it weren't for the pressure from the surrounding temperament, he could even reveal a little childishness, looking no more than about 20 years old.

The instrument patch on his chest was taken off. It seemed that he was full of fear and other unclear emotions towards this person who had just been reshaped by drugs, or perhaps he was partial to the crystallization of his decades of hard work. Compared with his indifferent attitude towards animals just now, the experimenter here seemed much gentler. When removing the instrument, the man even slowly and respectfully buttoned up all the buttons of the shirt that he had just unbuttoned, and then smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes bit by bit, and slowly straightened the black hair behind his neck.

The sound of the video was cut off. To the people in the laboratory on the screen, this was probably just a normal experiment. There was no curtain call. The experimenters were busy with the post-experiment inspection as usual.

The researcher who had been standing behind the man put down the towel in his hand, leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Yu Gu Miao closed his eyes slightly and nodded. Then the researcher in the front immediately untied the straps that bound his limbs, picked up the small instrument, carefully rolled up the man's sleeves, and checked his wrist joints, which had been strangled with red marks.

As if there was nothing else to watch, the screen quickly turned dark again. But many people were still staring at the screen that was empty, as if they were reviewing the exquisite "performance" just now in their minds.

How much younger had this face become in those few minutes? Five years... or ten years?

No one questioned why the drug injected into the human body was different from the one that had just rejuvenated animals. The effect was not even obvious. No one thought that less than ten years was not worth mentioning.

The enthusiasm that had been rising since then finally reached its peak at this moment. The remaining doubts had long since disappeared. No matter what the man who had returned to the center of the stage said, there would be cheers and applause from the audience, and it even reached a continuous point later.

It was like being accidentally involved in an incomprehensible religious ceremony. Amid the cheers that made people's scalps numb, those who were still awake could not understand the joy that spread. They only felt that the atmosphere was so depressing and terrible that it made them breathless.

Tsukiyama took a few deep breaths inward, trying to suppress his pounding heart. He tried for a long time to stop his hands from shaking. It was also at this time that the man realized that Edogawa Conan was holding his hand. All the tremors in his hands just now were nowhere to hide in the boy's palm.

He turned his head and saw that several other people, like him, took a step back as if they could not bear it. Maori Kogoro muttered something, but the sound was drowned out by the sound amplified countless times by the microphone.

"...Ten years, twenty years, rejuvenation...until eternity." The man raised the wine glass in his hand high to the people around him, "We...will drink this cup of eternal life together with everyone!"

He put the wine that was not taken from the table inside the venue into his mouth. Many people didn't even care whether he really drank it or not, but just put the spicy wine into their mouths until all the liquid in the wine glass disappeared in their throats, and didn't even care whether the throat could withstand so much wine suddenly pouring in. The

dark red wine surged in the neck and throat, as if thirsty for the blood of the "immortal" in the laboratory.

"Wait! This wine..." Conan Edogawa was stunned, then he suddenly realized that this wine was not drinkable at all. He turned around and wanted to stop the people in the venue, but no one cared about such words. People drank the glasses in their hands, and picked up the second glass... the third glass... while talking and laughing loudly.

"Oh no..." Tsukiyama Asari murmured in a low voice. He looked around and saw that when he was speaking just now, most of the exits inside the venue had been closed. The black-haired man turned around and saw that even with a mask on, he could see that Toru Amuro was anxious. He kept making gestures to them in an obscure way, indicating that they should leave the banquet hall immediately.

The black-haired man gritted his teeth and held Edogawa Conan's hand. He turned around and signaled Maori Kogoro and Okiya Subaru to leave quickly. He kept searching for the black curly-haired police officer in the venue. Several people slowly retreated to the back near the exit. Before they could get close to the entrance that had not yet closed, a dull "dong" suddenly sounded in the distance.

A blonde woman a dozen meters away suddenly knelt on the ground. She took out an unclear necklace from the fabric at the chest of her evening dress with shaking hands. She said something like praying, and the mask on her face fell off because of the action just now, revealing a face full of wrinkles and fear.

Like a signal, the moment she knelt on the ground, the three doors that had not yet closed were suddenly pushed shut from the outside. The huge noise did not even attract the attention of the people in the venue.

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Ahhhh, this chapter is the draft for tomorrow, and it was sent out by mistake

So there should be no new chapter tomorrow (nod) (nod)