Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

The other party did not raise any suspicion and answered Gushe's question naturally.

The two of them didn't have the habit of standing at the entrance of the elevator chatting about home affairs. After saying hello, they walked inside together.

Gushe deliberately lagged half a step behind and followed the opponent. Although the manual contained detailed maps of all the bases Akamatsu had visited, and she had memorized each one, it was her first time there, so she had better be cautious.

"Are you here for Curacao's medicine?" asked Mumm.

"Yes." Gushe said, "She doesn't know when she can come back. She is worried that she will run out of medicine. Please ask me to send a copy."

Mumu made no comment, turned around, and took the sheath to turn at the fork in the road.

Under the research site, there is no sunlight, so the lights can only be turned on 24 hours a day. The pale light falls on the walls of the same color, giving it the atmosphere of a horror movie.

Gushe felt uncomfortable with this atmosphere. In addition to being depressed, there was also a sense of discomfort that she couldn't describe. She didn't dare to show her face at all. There was a surveillance camera above them, and the camera was facing them, capturing all their actions.

She followed Marm down the corridor and stopped in front of a door.

Mamjiu stretched out his palm and pressed it on the sensor next to him, and said at the same time: "Glenn, you seem to have become more silent in the past few years. Did Binga teach you a lesson again?"

Gushe noticed that he used "several years". The real Chisong was a person of few words, which was another reason why she dared to pretend: "...I usually try to avoid him, but sometimes I inevitably encounter him. Maybe you still hold grudges about what happened before.”

Mamujiu smiled and said in a disdainful tone: "His ability is far inferior to Curacao and the newly emerged Bourbon. He only curses people very well, like a Chihuahua lying at Rum's feet."

These words were quite harsh, and Gushe almost laughed. Fortunately, she remembered Chisong's character and held it back in time. She just raised the corners of her mouth with an embarrassed expression.

——Before becoming an undercover agent, she never thought that she could have such good concentration and expression management skills...

The office door opened, and the interior was unremarkable. There was no bloody and curious scene as expected. The whole place is clean, except for the mess on the table, with several documents scattered around.

Mamjiu lowered his head to look for medicine in the desk drawer. Gushe didn't know why he stuffed the things here, so he didn't ask any more questions. He looked around and finally landed on the documents.

A photo was pinned on the homepage, and the white paper below the photo had the heart rate, blood pressure, white blood cell count, hemoglobin concentration written on it...

Gushe realized that this was probably data from human experiments.

When she was in elementary school, she would be frightened by human experiments and have nightmares when watching movies, but now she knows clearly that some human experiments are indispensable - for example, when a new drug is launched, it must be tested on multiple volunteers first, and it can be mass-produced if it is sure to be OK. .

When an organization is developing drugs, it is normal to find people to test the drugs, but the method of finding experimenters may be inhumane... After all, this is a criminal organization.

"for you."

While Gushe was thinking, Rummy had already found something. He put a medicine bottle that looked like a candy jar into her hand: "By the way, please tell Rummy that many experimental subjects here have died. I hope he will come back again." Get some people in."

Gushe frowned slightly.

She observed Mamjiu's expression and found that he was so calm that he seemed to have run out of eggs in the refrigerator. Please help her buy a few more... Suddenly she asked a question:

"——It's very troublesome to find experimental subjects here. Have you not considered moving to India?"

Gushe knew that her words were cruel, but this was indeed her question.

There are not only developed countries in the world, but also many places where poverty has fallen and human rights conditions are worrying, such as India.

Indian generic drugs are world-famous and have affected the interests of many pharmaceutical companies in Western countries. Those pharmaceutical companies filed lawsuits more than once, but in the end they failed and had to counterattack elsewhere.

This quarrel lasted for a long time, and in the end both sides took a step back - pharmaceutical companies turned a blind eye to generic drugs, and the Indian government relaxed its supervision of human clinical trials and allowed foreign pharmaceutical companies to conduct various trials locally.

In Western countries, to conduct trials, you have to inform yourself of the risks and sign a contract, and the compensation for accidents is extremely high. However, in India, the drug tester will not receive much compensation even if he dies. The profit-seeking capital will naturally transfer most of the clinical trials. There.

Gu Shen has occasionally read reports that the number of drug testers in India is as high as more than 80, and some hospitals have even secretly conducted experiments on more than babies...

Hearing this question, Mamjiu and her looked at each other.

Just when Gu Sheo thought that the other party would say something like "the organization there is not very powerful" and "confidential drugs developed internally cannot be spread to foreign countries", or even warned her not to ask more questions, he said:

"Part of it is indeed being carried out there, but I'm afraid these things I have cannot be transferred there, because they are not all drug trials..."

As Mamjiu spoke, he sat down at the desk and pushed the files aside to free up the keyboard underneath.

He turned on the computer and tapped a few times, and a video that was modified a week ago popped up.

The video is named [Gas Chamber].

Gushe was stunned when she saw the name, and her heart began to beat uncontrollably.

……

gas chamber.

In fact, it has appeared in the original work. Every time Shirley is introduced, it is always mentioned that she was imprisoned there awaiting execution, and then she used drugs to shrink and escape.

But neither the comics, animation nor the movie have ever shown the details of the organization's use of the gas chamber.

——Especially besides imprisoning Shirley, there is no mention of what else they used it for.

Mam was completely unaware of Gu Qiao's abnormality. He stared at the video screen, completely immersed in his own world.

"As for me, I have always wanted to research a poison gas that is more powerful than mustard gas. Immortality is the most difficult problem in the world and it is impossible to solve it... But poison gas is not like that. It can become stronger and more powerful. It can make me famous in history..."

Gu Qiao held the medicine bottle tightly in his hand and stood there motionless.

She realized that she might see an extremely horrifying scene, and tried to prepare herself mentally and not let her body tremble.

However, at the moment the video was played, her pupils suddenly contracted due to fear.

The small, dark space had stains all over the bottom of the wall. The door was closed, there was no exhaust window, only a garbage hole that was too big for an adult to pass through, and old pipes were lined up close to the wall.

The video shooting angle is not from top to bottom. The cameras are positioned in the middle and below, so that they can aim at the detainee's face more clearly.

A young boy was handcuffed to a pipe.

Gushe clearly saw that he had black hair and yellow skin similar to her own.

"He came here two weeks ago. While playing in the custom shop, he accidentally entered the organization's private room and heard something he shouldn't have heard..."

Mamjiu said without emotion: "He seems to be an international student, right? He speaks average Japanese, but when he gets anxious, he starts talking other words, and you can't understand him at all."

The boy in the video had no idea that someone would be observing him a week later. He shook his arm vigorously, and the metal handcuffs made a crisp sound when they hit the pipe.

He shouted in shock and fear: "Where is this place? What are you going to do to me? I swear I won't tell anyone!"

No one answered.

Only the sound of gas being discharged came quietly.

"Let me go back! I want to go home!"

He repeated it heartbreakingly, making lip shapes that were different from those in Japanese, but soon he could not make any sound anymore. He coughed violently, and large blisters appeared on his skin, which quickly began to fester.

He fell down quickly.

As his eyes gradually lost their luster, his lips trembled and moved a few times, and his hands hanging on the ground seemed to be reaching out to somewhere unknown.

"I want to go home……"

Gu Qiao watched the whole process quietly.

——Before becoming an undercover agent, she never thought that she would have such good concentration and expression management ability.

……

In the evening, just as the express station was about to close, the last customer was welcomed.

The courier boy with black hair and yellow skin fell silent for a moment after hearing the story.

He asked with difficulty: "...So you can't get the body back?"

"…has been dissected and studied."

Gushe lowered her head and wrote down Curacao's mailing address on the courier slip. The mouth of the medicine bottle was sealed, and the number of pills was fixed, so she couldn't steal it for testing.

"Hold."

Xingzhen cursed, took off his hat and threw it to the ground.

"They will be judged," she whispered, "I promise."

Xingzhen disagreed with her opinion: "The low-level thugs and killers will probably be sent to prison or executed, but those researchers may not be."

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his voice: "Those people are scientists, with brains and knowledge. They can contribute more if they stay outside than if they go in... So what if they have done experiments against humanity? They use the results of human experiments in exchange for light sentences. Such things It’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

Gushe said nothing.

Xingzhen slowly calmed down and realized that he had just been so angry that he lost his composure. He bent down to pick up his hat, patted it and put it on again.

"I will tell the leader about this, but for the sake of your identity, I'm afraid I won't notify your family immediately... Are you okay?"

The contact person of the "Egret Project" looked at his undercover agent worriedly.

He would be so angry after hearing the retelling, and seeing the video with his own eyes, and being unable to explode due to his status as an undercover agent, and even unable to waver in his expression... how would he feel?

At this time, Gushe finished writing the express order and handed it to him. Xingzhen took it and took a look and found that the strokes on it were neat and neat.

He looked up at Gushe and was stunned for a moment when he saw her expression.

Those eyes were glowing.

It was obviously like the color of the setting sun that was about to burn out its last glory, but now it seemed like a prairie fire had been rekindled, and it was so bright that it was thrilling.

"I am fine."

Gushe put down her pen and looked firmly at her compatriots.

She just knew what she was going to do.

Chapter 210 Red and Arrogance

After completely making up his mind, life in the latent organization no longer seems so difficult.

Gushe, an undercover agent who became a monk on the way, continues to live a two-point-five life: one is the undercover police officer Gushe, one is a member of the organization and conducts surveillance tasks in the prison, and the last half is the liaison of the FBI undercover.

The reason why it is said to be half-faced is because most of the time we only send emails. The only time we met was when Akai Shuichi proposed, and the two separated within a few minutes of talking.

Gushe thought she had successfully concealed it, but she didn’t expect that when she went back that night, Kamel sent an inexplicable email asking her if she and Akai Shuichi were not getting along well - because Akai had contacted James Blake and asked to see the contact person’s information...

Regarding this, Gushe's first thought: He is indeed Gin's half-brother, and he is as alert as he is.

And my second thought: This little brother’s ability to leak information is even more amazing. In the original work, Akai was able to wait until a year before being exposed. It’s really not easy...

Faced with Akai Shuichi's suspicion, Gushe did not immediately give up this identity and maintained her original life as if nothing had happened.

——Until November 11th.

……