Chapter 056 Councillor Mori
After Chidori took Shibuzawa Ryuhiko home, he never went out again.
Shibuzawa Ryuhiko is able to hang out with Dazai Osamu Fyodor, so he must be a smart character and would not believe him just because of a few words.
Chidori understood this very well. When he found that the little bit of dependence she had felt on seeing him when she just woke up gradually disappeared after she woke up, he sighed and put on his doctor's white coat again.
He injected Shibuzawa Ryuhiko with a drug that was once given to soldiers with an escapist mentality on Changan Island.
It was a reference truth serum he developed, a drug that would make people obedient without turning them into complete puppets. Before he and Yosano Akiko appeared, this was his means of control.
Because she didn't know Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's drug resistance, Chidori gave him a few more injections, causing him to act a little crazy and stupid now.
He wouldn't become stupid right after being rescued. That's not the constitution of a psychic.
As Chidori was examining the other party, Alice walked in dissatisfiedly, stomping her little leather shoes, her lively face full of anger.
"Ahhh, bad boy Rintaro! Why did you suddenly call me back? Won't Dazai and the others get suspicious?"
Alice was puzzled. She had managed to escape without anyone noticing. As a corpse, it was really hard for her to do so.
Chidori rarely put on a white coat, and when his hair was down, one could see how he looked like a domineering young man in the operating room.
Hearing Alice's words, he kept moving his hands and replied with a chuckle, "That's to make them suspicious, Alice-chan. You can't let Dazai-kun fall into the trap with that little trick."
He gave Shibuzawa Ryuhiko another injection without mercy, then slowly took off his rubber gloves and said:
"Smart children think they can see through the world, but they don't know that emotions, feelings, intelligence... there are too many things that can blind their eyes. They only believe in what they see, so of course they have to walk in on their own."
I don't know if these words were addressed to Dazai Osamu, or to myself who once didn't know what to do.
"So what should I do next?" Alice was silent for a moment before speaking. In fact, she was not controlled by Mori Ougai all the time, but acted independently according to the other party's settings.
So she couldn't know what the other person was thinking. Even half of Alice couldn't tell Mori Ougai's thoughts. Only he himself knew.
In other words, Alice has her own consciousness, not only because of Mori Owl, but also because of some kind of experiment in the past.
Chidori took off her white coat and looked at Shibuzawa Ryuhiko lying on the bed, wondering what she was thinking.
Finally, he spoke up: "Alice-chan, go play with Ranpo. I think you'll get along well with that kid. As for the rest, we just have to wait."
If Chidori had to control every step personally, it would be too troublesome and cumbersome. He made a start, and the rest would naturally be up to the chess pieces to figure out and move on their own.
The variable that needs to be corrected now is the white unicorn in front of him. After all, the medicine cannot be effective forever.
He sighed and took the piled up work into his room to do it. After all, as a member of parliament, he was still very busy.
In his own world, he had handled official duties for who knows how many years and had suffered countless injuries, but now he was feeling relatively relaxed.
Perhaps he was so absorbed in his work that he did not notice the slight twitching of the fingers of the person next to him.
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When Shibuzawa Ryuhiko woke up, his head seemed to be a mess, and even his vision took a while to calm down.
He tried to figure out where he was and began to think about the chaotic memories in his mind.
All he remembered was a dazzling white light, some boring memories, and... the warmth of the black-haired man holding his hand.
"You're awake, how do you feel?" A voice came from the side. He turned his head and looked at the other person, but he couldn't recognize who the other person was.
The black-haired man seemed like the most patient and gentle elder. His words were so soft that people couldn't help but listen to every word he said.
"I'm your friend," he said, and his white-gloved hand once again held his, conveying warmth. "You can trust me."
Even though the drug was injected, verbal guidance was still needed. The supernatural power required delicate operation, and he didn't want any mistakes to happen afterwards.
Friend? How could he have such a thing? Shibuzawa Ryuhiko frowned subconsciously, but his brain told him to believe it.
The pale face became uglier and uglier, and the scarlet eyes stared at Chidori. Chidori knew that she was wrong and wanted to speak up to make amends.
Tsk, a child with so many thoughts like this is hard to deal with, but he is the one who can control Dazai Osamu, so Shibuzawa Ryuhiko can certainly coax him as well.
But he didn't expect that Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, who had just woken up with a confused mind, obviously couldn't understand the current situation.
"Since we're friends, we can share everything." Shibuzawa Ryuhiko gave Chidori a weak smile.
Without Alice by her side, Chidori tightens her body and prepares for battle.
Perhaps it was because of the brainwashing effect of the drug, the crystal thrown by Shibuzawa Ryuhiko was cut by Chidori, but it still had its effect.
This isn't an offensive supernatural crystal, it's... about memory!
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If he didn't know clearly that what was in front of him was fake, he would probably feel like he had returned to the past.
"Dr. Mori, please be here. A new batch of wounded soldiers has arrived and we are overwhelmed!" A soldier in a gray, ill-fitting military uniform ran over.
Mori Ogai knew that perhaps Shibuzawa Ryuhiko wanted to tell the truth from falsehood in his words by looking into his memory, and he just sighed again in his heart.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to go out, nor did he worry that Shigezawa Ryuhiko would run away. He just looked at the memory of the past.
He remembered that this little soldier was pushed onto the battlefield as soon as he reached a certain age. There was not even a military uniform that fit him, so he could only charge into battle wearing clothes that were too big for him.
Mori Ougai thought he had forgotten the past a long time ago, but he didn't expect that he could still remember the life of a soldier.
Is this the little bit of conscience he has left? He laughed at himself, talking about something he thought he didn't have.
This was only the past, and Sen Ou could only watch, so he followed the soldier out and hurried to the infirmary.
He frowned as he looked at everything in front of him. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, the smell of rotting wounds, and the pungent impact of wound medicine, which rushed straight into his nose as soon as he opened the door.
Sen Ougai had long been accustomed to this scene, and he frowned only because there were too many casualties this time.
Even though this was only his first month at the front line, he had already lost count of how many batches of wounded he had seen.
Sen Ou took a deep breath and without thinking too much, he immediately started to treat the patient.
The medical room is not very big, with mattresses placed one after another, simply classified according to the severity of the injuries.
He urgently provided first aid to those who could still be saved. His movements were swift and skillful. He ignored the miserable cries around him and did not stop at all.
As he was about to treat the next wounded man, the man clutched his white coat with his bloodstained hands, and his eyes flashed with a desire for life and hope when he saw him.
But this man's injuries were too severe. If there were standard medical machines and operating rooms here, perhaps he could still be saved.
But he was just an ordinary soldier on the battlefield. No one prepared a laboratory for him, and there was not even a complete medical machine here.
So Mori Ougai just put down what he was holding in the end and closed his eyes that were filled with despair and hatred.
After completing this unnecessary action, he would move on to the next victim.
After finishing their work outside Senou, some people silently and orderly dragged out those who had lost their breath, and no one knew where they were thrown.
The soldiers seemed to have become disposable items, thrown away like garbage, and after replacing the garbage bags with new ones, it was as if nothing had happened.
This time, Mori Ougai breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed. The long period of precise movements made him feel tired.
But when he met a soldier who greeted him, he still smiled and responded.
After taking a few steps, I could hear the people behind me talking.
"Dr. Mori is from the University of Tokyo, right? Oh, that's a good school. I don't know how he ended up in a place like this."
"If it wasn't for that little bit of money, who would come here to risk their lives? Who knows what a smart man like him is thinking."
"But he's really good-looking, even more handsome than those women I've seen."
"Hey, new guy, you'd better be respectful to the doctor here. He can decide your life or death at will."
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Sen Ouwai didn't listen to the rest. The hearing of people with special abilities is better than that of ordinary people, and it was not the first time he heard these words.
There was no entertainment in the barracks, and the soldiers could only talk about gossip, but Sen Ou never cared about it.
He pushed open the door and saw a delicate and beautiful girl sitting in the room, with her head lowered and motionless like a puppet.
Mori Ouwai smelled bad. He looked at the girl in front of him and sighed, "Do you really need to be debugged? Sorry, you are not fit to show up yet."
Neon has not yet completely accepted the existence of people with special abilities, and Mori Ougai, who has just entered the military camp, naturally cannot reveal that he has special abilities.
He simply tidied himself up, after all, there would definitely be new things to do later.
He is still very young now, a fresh graduate from university, and his temper has been worn out in this month. However, he did not come here just to suffer.
He picked up the notebook hidden in the secret compartment and began to write down what he had observed about the situation in the barracks today and how many people had died.
The writing on it would hesitate to stop at first, as no one could adapt to the battlefield instantly. In a war that was called a "human meat grinder", almost everyone would be left with war sequelae after seeing it.
But for Sen Ou, it only took him one month to get used to it.
After seeing such a battlefield, he became more determined in his idea - he wanted the war to stop and the country to be stable.
Even though he is just a doctor now, a doctor without any influence.
At times like these, methods that can quickly help you climb up the ladder and gain real power are usually not good.
At first, he came here with great enthusiasm, wanting to achieve his revenge, but it turns out that being beaten by reality is the best way to make people see the truth.
The battlefield is like a sweet rain falling on seeds, which further stimulates the growth of branches. A doctor at the bottom of the society grows and climbs, hoping to grow into a big tree that can wrap around his beloved home.
It sounds ridiculous and his father would probably slap him in the face, but who cares? No one can stop his growth.
Mori Ogai leaned back in his chair and said to the doll-like girl, "Which one should we solve first? How about starting with that idiot who withheld medical funds?"
It was written in a sharp and elegant handwriting, and ended with a sentence, indicating that a military officer was about to die.
If you want to grow, of course you have to constantly absorb all the nutrients around you, regardless of the means and consequences.