It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 159: The state that can become a specimen

When Gin came to the observation room, he saw Sekt standing there with a fluorescent butterfly on his head, hardly daring to move, and Bertrand leaning against the wall with his head drooping weakly.

He frowned and looked at Sekt questioningly.

Seckt gave him a helpless look, then looked at Bertrand and called him softly.

Bertrand was holding the wall with one hand, and slowly looked up when he heard the voice. His light green eyes became dull and turned dark green. When he saw Gin, his slightly pale lips moved and he seemed to say something, but neither of them heard anything.

The poison in his body had not been completely eliminated. Bertrand lowered his eyes and fell down with a pale face.

The moment he fell to the ground, two people rushed forward to catch him almost at the same time.

Sekt took a complicated look at the lifeless baby-faced boy, then looked at Gin with a hint of doubt in his silver eyes, "Did you do anything to him?"

Gin held the man in his arms and glanced at him coldly, "Why don't you ask what he did himself?"

Sekt rolled his eyes slightly, then pointed at the observation room that looked like a laboratory. "It's obvious that he has a problem with this environment. If he really did something, the situation just now wouldn't have happened."

"I'm afraid there are more than that." Gin sneered and glanced at the several members lying on the ground at the door of the observation room, their life or death unknown.

"If you happened to be there, maybe you would be one of those lying there."

Reaching out to take the potion and examination report handed over by Sekt, Gin stabbed him mercilessly.

Sekt: “…”

He glanced at those members dimly.

Hmm...compared to the damage in the observation room, the wounds on their bodies look more serious.

So miserable.

Gin led his men away without even looking away.

The butterfly that had been resting on Sekt's head suddenly fluttered over.

With his arms resting on the door frame, Sekt looked at the members who were breathing weakly and who were not dead but seemed to be dead. He forced a little guilt on his gloomy and handsome face.

"Ah, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so miserable."

Sekt, who was glad that he was not there, sighed, then asked a passing member to ask someone to carry them away. He yawned and left the organization hospital with his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

After Gin brought the man back to safe house number three, he had just given him an injection and an infusion when a crow turned on his monitor.

"How is he doing?"

Gin briefly talked about the contents of the examination report, and then told him what happened at the organization hospital and his guesses.

After hearing this, Karasuma Renya fell silent.

But the eyes of the crow avatar on the screen were flickering.

"Go check what the little guy experienced in the United States eight years ago."

"Yes, Boss."

Gin lowered his eyes slightly and answered respectfully.

The crow on the monitor flashed a few times and then went out.

In the basement laboratory of safe house No. 1.

Karasuma Renye was lying on the hospital bed. His pale complexion made his handsome face look even more haggard and weak. He had an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, and his breathing was weak.

He turned his head to glance at the photo frame on the bedside table, took a deep and slow breath, and closed his eyes tiredly.

If the heart rate monitor next to him had not shown that his heart was still beating, everyone would have thought that he was in a state suitable for becoming Bertrand's specimen.

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"Dear readers, rest assured, although I do have some thoughts of running away, I usually just say them out of frustration. As long as nothing unexpected happens, I will continue writing this book (I'm really afraid that some people will send me razor blades) (Weary.JPG)"

"But u1s1, if Mina-san abandons the post, I will really run away (embarrassed)"

“Ah, and now I can only see new comments on the computer version of the Writer’s Assistant, and I’m a jerk who’s used to typing on my phone (forced smile)”