Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Gin picked up Aoyagi Binguang's gold-smoked lighter and clicked his tongue when he felt the pattern on the outer shell. He lit the cigarette in his mouth and added coldly:

"The handcuffs have an identification function that can confirm the specific status of the fingers. If you try to cut off my fingers to unlock them, you'd better give up the idea. You will only electrocute yourself."

"Really? What a pity."

Aoyagi Hikari felt really sorry. If it was a remote control, even if Gin hid it inside his coat, he could have taken it out without anyone noticing - he was quite confident in stealing things.

Gin sneered, as if he wanted to say something to mock him. At this moment, a slight vibration sounded on his cell phone, and he took out his cell phone.

I don't know what he received. Qingliu Binguang looked at this model worker who took time out of his busy schedule to see him, and his face instantly turned gloomy.

Gin now truly has the intention to kill.

"Stay here."

Without waiting for Aoyagi Binkou to ask for details, Gin threw down these words and turned to walk out.

"boom."

The door was slammed shut.

In a blink of an eye, Aoyagi Binkou was the only one left in the ward. He quickly finished eating the apple and threw the core into the trash can next to him. Then he pressed the light switch beside the bed and planned to study the game system carefully.

He turned on his phone and found an icon that was not there before.

【Congratulations on successfully activating your system phone. The phone can be upgraded for free. As long as a new model of the brand is launched, players can choose to automatically change the phone with one click. 】

The system interface is quite simple and the functions are clear at a glance. The four icons in different colors are [Characters], [Group Chat], [Rules] and [Answers].

Recalling the rules he had just browsed, he knew what these items meant.

[Rules] are the rules of the game; [Character] is the player's specific information, identity, skills, game plug-ins, and tasks will all be displayed on this page; [Answers] is intelligent customer service, and you can also inquire about other players' situations here; [Group Chat] is a place for players to communicate.

The initial group chat only includes players from the same faction. After getting to know other players, you can ask them to chat privately, which will form a temporary group. Players can lock the location of others in the group chat within a range of 5 kilometers.

Aoyagi Binguang clicked on [Character], he wanted to see what his skills were.

[Active Skill - Big Lie: Splits out an avatar that is exactly the same as you, with the same memory and consciousness, which can exist for up to one week. The avatar will bleed when injured, and will disappear when seriously injured. The main body and the avatar can exchange positions (once a day), and can transfer light objects (unlimited number of times).

Note: Once the clone disappears, the memory, fatigue and pain will be transmitted back to the main body simultaneously, but the wounds will not be brought back. 】

[Passive skill - Double-tongued Talk: Make others believe your words. The more suspicious the person, the less effective it is.]

"..."

Aoyagi Binguang looked at the skills, especially the description carefully.

A few minutes later, he finally came to his senses and felt a sore throat. Not sure if it was caused by smoking on an empty stomach, he quickly picked up the water cup next to him.

He was about to drink some water to moisten his throat when his cell phone vibrated.

Aoyagi Binguang quickly turned off the skill and returned to the previous level, and found that it was the icon of the second column [Group Chat] that was flashing continuously.

The last book was almost 100,000 words before the teammate came out, this book is ahead of schedule

Chapter 5: The Strange Tales of the Headless Experiment

Gin left the ward.

Thinking of the content of the email, his face became increasingly gloomy, and he walked quickly towards the elevator in the other direction.

This sanatorium has a treatment room above for injured or sick members, and one of the organization's important laboratories below.

Just now, the person in charge below said that there was something wrong with one of the experimental subjects and hoped that he would go down and check it out.

To organize the experiment, he would be locked up in the most solid single room. The surveillance in the room was on 24 hours a day, and there were patrols and guards. Even so, he could still cause a mess and have him clean it up...

Gin felt tired of organizing the waste, and when he thought of someone in the room, he felt even more unhappy.

There was no one else in the elevator, so it quickly took him down.

The laboratory was built underground, with no sunlight all year round, and the lights were on all day. The light fell on the snow-white walls, making the place as bright as day, and the whole laboratory was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of depression and terror.

Gin recalled the locations of the most important laboratories and walked towards the road on the left.

This place is much larger than the sanatorium above. There are surveillance cameras at intervals, and the angles of the cameras leave no blind spots. If a rat breaks in, the guards will discover it immediately.

There were not many people along the way, and just when Gin was about to pass through the third gate, the door next to it suddenly opened.

Gin's eyes flashed, and the moment the man came out, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the other's head.

"?!!"

The other person was wearing a white lab coat, raised his hands high in surrender, and said in panic: "Mr. Gin, it's me! Don't shoot!!"

"..."

Recognizing that the other party was the person in charge here, Gin did not put down his gun, and even pressed it against the other party's forehead, and asked in a cold voice: "What's going on?"

Seeing the gun muzzle so close, the person in charge's back was soaked with cold sweat.

Unlike those fanatics who devote everything to science, he joined the organization just for the money, and because they tolerated his habits that normal research institutes could not tolerate. He was not so concerned about the research of the organization, and secretly complained that it was a fantasy, and the result was...

Thinking of what just happened, he was extremely nervous, afraid that the killer would send him to death with a flick of his finger. He swallowed and managed to make a sound.

"... Come in with me and you'll know."

Gin watched his every move closely and glanced at the room next to them that had not yet been closed.

The temperature inside was obviously lower than outside, and a chill hit me as I stood at the door. This was a private lounge, and on the left side of the room were a row of glass display cabinets, with glass jars on them similar to those used to store specimens in school laboratories.

The "specimens" inside are not animals or plants, but various parts of the human body - some are palms, some are eyeballs, some are muscles cut along lines, and there is everything.

"What are those?"

The person in charge laughed dryly and said, "It's my personal collection. Some of the body parts of those experimental subjects are very beautiful. It would be a pity to burn them in a fire... So after they die, I will remove those parts, embalm them and store them well..."

He had no interest in the living, only in the bodies of the dead.

Seeing that Gin looked unhappy, he immediately added: "This was with the permission of that gentleman."

"..."

Gin was too lazy to comment on this disgusting and perverted hobby.

These guys who make a living by their brains and require more energy to train or win over are, in some ways, far more important than killers like them. That gentleman will indeed tolerate some of their quirks that do not affect their research.

Thinking of this, Gin finally put down his gun and signaled the other party to take him in.

The person in charge and Gin entered the room together and began to explain the situation at the same time: "In today's experiment, a good-looking child is about to die, so I followed the usual practice and had his head cut off..."

"He was still alive at that time?" Gin immediately found the key point.

The person in charge's smile froze: "That... was originally a failed experiment. His physical condition is extremely poor. Even if he doesn't die today, he won't survive this week."

"..."

Gin didn't say anything, but he hated the other person in his heart - not because he was speaking up for the poor human-shaped white mouse, but because he was taking advantage of the loophole.

The two stopped in front of a glass jar.

There was a note on the bottom of the bottle, with today's date on it. Gin saw clearly what was sealed inside, it was a human head.

He was about 20 years old, with a pretty face under medium-length black hair. His face was calm and peaceful, as if he was just asleep. Perhaps because he had just died, the skin on his cheeks still looked smooth and delicate.

The only discordant part is the neck. The fracture is not neat. It is probably because a blunt knife was used, or the victim struggled violently during the cutting process.

Gin looked at the head and his brows gradually furrowed.

Perhaps it was his instinct as a killer who had seen many corpses that made him feel that the head in front of him seemed still alive.

——Even at this moment, I am soaking in it and breathing.

"He died in the evening. Half an hour ago, I dealt with his head and asked the lower-level members to destroy his body, but..."

As if remembering something extremely terrifying, the voice of this scientist, whose hands were as full of blood as any senior killer in the organization, began to tremble.

"But when I checked the data from his life monitoring device again, I saw that he actually...actually had a heartbeat again."

"Also, other vital signs, such as body temperature, respiration, and blood pressure, have returned to normal one by one."

"........."

Even the well-informed Gin's eyes widened when he heard this.

In order to monitor the physical condition of each subject at all times, the organization will implant a life detection device developed by the organization in their body. This operation is simpler than the heart stent operation in the hospital, and the recipient can move on the same day.

This type of life detection device sometimes cannot shield signals and will be scanned by some instruments, but overall it rarely malfunctions.

Faced with the fact that it violated the laws of nature, Gin quickly calmed down. No matter if it was a zombie or something else, he only knew that panicking would not solve the problem.

"Where is his body now?" he asked.

The person in charge had cold sweat running down his eyes, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's gone..."

"Gone?"

Gin heard it all clearly and laughed out of anger.

Faced with his cold murderous aura, the person in charge was shaking like a sieve. He hurriedly picked up the laptop from the table next to him, operated it quickly for a few times, called up a record, then turned the computer over and faced the screen towards Gin.

That was a surveillance video.

The person in charge obviously knew Gin very well, knew that he would rather believe in physical evidence than what others said.

There are no surveillance cameras in the house. This is the scene at the door. Gin saw two members, one strong and one thin, carrying a headless corpse into the room, and the door was quickly closed tightly.

"After seeing his heartbeat reappear, I immediately rushed to the room where corpses are usually handled, but after entering, I only saw the member who was called in to handle the situation lying on the ground."

"There is no other exit from the room except that door, and even a child can't get through the ventilation duct. I checked the surveillance footage inside the crematorium and outside the door, and nothing was burned inside. In the surveillance footage, apart from me and the two members, no one else went in or out."

"That corpse...seems to have evaporated into thin air..."

A creepy feeling crept up my back. As soon as these words came out, the room, which was already cold, suddenly became a little cooler than the human world.

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At the same time, in the ward above.

Aoyagi Binguang suddenly stood up from the hospital bed, picked up the gun on the bedside table with his left hand, and pointed it at the shadow under the window sill.

I saw the shadow ripple like wind blowing across the water, and a blurry object appeared in the center of the shadow. The outline gradually became clear, and a figure walked out of it.