Even if this person is only fourteen years old, he is too thin.

He looked to be about 1.60 meters tall, but when he was held in his arms, he seemed to weigh less than 70 kilograms. He was too thin.

Subaru Okiya sent the man to the hospital, and after seeing that he was settled down, he lit a cigarette at the window.

It was just daybreak, the light was a little dim, and the lit fireworks burned in the early morning snow.

Okiya Subaru cleared his mind, which was rare for him, and smoked quietly while watching the falling snowflakes in front of him.

He didn't know that he was now like an old father waiting for his child to get better. He just suddenly realized that even if the person was from the Black Organization, he was just a child.

In other words, before he was a member of the Black Organization, he was a child first.

A fourteen-year-old child should now be in school with his schoolbag on his back, discussing how difficult today's math problems are and how important the exam in a few days is, instead of living in a stranger's house, confronting a group of strangers who are wary of him and not daring to relax.

He suddenly remembered it when he saw the child's facial expression, which was still dull despite his pain.

Subaru Okiya suddenly realized that he always seemed to be like this.

The last time I saw the boy lose his edge, I realized he was still immature. This time when I saw the boy take off his protective layer, I realized he was still young.

Should we say that the boy hid himself too deeply, or should we say that he threw the conscience he should have to the dogs?

Subaru Okiya couldn't find the answer, but now he regretted what he said yesterday.

Maybe he should have been more subtle.

But it's not too late, although intelligence is important.

But he thought that the spirit of humanitarian care should not be forgotten by him.

The pink-haired man put out his cigarette and blew the cold air for a while. He walked back into the ward only after the smell had almost dissipated.

It took him several hours to queue up for an IV drip, but the sun rises late in the winter, so it was still a little dark.

Kudo opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling, his brain still not working well.

The snow-white color always reminded him of the organization's laboratory, a pure white place where experimenters wore white coats and subjects wore white lab coats.

Few people spoke; the colliding of glass and the screams of the experimental subjects were the main themes of the laboratory.

Kudo only lived here for three years. In his memory, the main color of these three years is black, so dark that not even a trace of light can penetrate.

He entered the laboratory at the age of eight. Most of the experimental subjects in the laboratory were eight years old. The experiments lasted for three years. When they were eleven years old, the experimental subjects would be abandoned or killed.

The abandoned experimental subjects either die or become the lowest-level operatives. If they are capable, they can be promoted, but if they are incapable, they will die.

Survival of the fittest, this is the rule of the organization.

An eight-year-old child living in a laboratory still made friends.

Kudo met a little boy named Yang. The boy was only six years old. Although he was so thin that his bones were visible, his face was chubby.

When he smiles, he has two cute little pear-shaped smiles. He loves to laugh, like a little sun.

Because he is only six years old, he has not experienced any experiments.

At that time, Kudo had just experienced a major tragic event and was sent to an experimental area for brain development.

——The mortality rate in that place was higher than in any other experiment.

After the first experiment, Kudo cried in his cage.

Yes, in the organization, the experimental subjects were locked up in cages like livestock, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating inside. Although someone cleaned and disinfected the cages regularly and they didn't smell bad, they were still cramped and stuffy.

Yang sat in his cage and smiled at Kudo who was also pulled into the cage.

"Hello, my name is Yang." The six-year-old little Yang mouthed to him.

Kudo glanced at him and ignored him.