The Cyanided Heart+ Extra

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"Excuse me, someone..." Amy cleared her throat, but the voice hadn't come out yet.The metal door was pushed open, and a man in a white coat walked in.Because of the mask and hat, Amy couldn't see his face.

He put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly beside Amy.But it made Amy a little scared.

"can you hear me?"

The cold and familiar female-xing-voice came from behind the glass curtain wall, and it sounded like she was proficient in Russian.But Amy couldn't see the people behind, probably because of this special glass.

"What... what. Who's over there..."

Amy's voice became smaller and smaller due to panic, and finally seemed to be whispering.

"...I don't need to answer you." The voice was devoid of emotion, "What's your name?"

"Huh? I... Me..." Amy swallowed, "A... Amy Nestique."

"Amy Nestik." There was a rustle of writing behind the glass wall, "...Have you seen a doctor named Mengele?"

"I...I..." Amy faltered in fear.

Why is this being asked?Amy didn't dare to think about it anymore.Maybe...very likely, the guy on the other side of the glass curtain wall is in the same group as Mengele.If he said he had seen it, then there was no doubt... he was a traitor who fled.

"I...I didn't..."

"Don't lie to me." The cold voice interrupted Amy's words, "Tell the truth."

"Ah... ah. Sorry..." Amy felt her cheeks burn, probably due to the aftereffects of lying, "I...I saw Dr. Mengele, and we were taken away from there..."

"..."

The people over there fell silent.

"Excuse me...I..." Amy's eyes widened, "Did I say something wrong..."

"You're not wrong. It's just that our conversation is over." The owner of the voice seemed to stand up, "Let's begin."

"…Eh?"

A doctor-like person next to him took out a sharp needle from his pocket.Before Amy could react, he stuck the needle into Amy's neck, and the transparent potion was pushed by the piston until it disappeared.

damn it…!Amy felt angry words ready to come out, but the next moment they were stuck in her throat again.It seemed to be an anesthetic, and a strong drowsiness hit Amy.

Amy felt the pain in her neck sink into the cold water with sleepiness.Eyelids closed heavily like collapsing icebergs.

Am I...will I die here?

...

"Hey. Young Commander?"

Someone is shaking themselves.

Wendy felt her lips parted slightly, she wanted to say something.What can be seen in the closed eyes is still darkness.

Just try to open your eyes slowly.Immediately afterwards... a blond female officer in military uniform came into her eyes.

"Aha...you finally woke up." The blond female officer frowned, "I still want to ask you some questions, it would be bad if I accidentally beat you to death."

"Go away! Damn Satan's minion!" Wendy cursed after seeing her face clearly.Only then did she realize that she was tied behind her back to a metal chair, and the chair that she had just struggled with clanged loudly, "Let me go!"

"It's a pity, you... you look pretty good. Maybe you have less risk of doing that kind of business on the street than being a soldier." Jessica smiled maliciously, "Except for those disgraceful diseases …Um?"

"...Shut up!" Wendy glared at Jessica viciously.

"Uh... well, your response is quite boring." Jessica spread her hands, "I am a polite person. Whether I am in front of a prisoner of war or a prisoner, I will introduce myself first. I am Jessica Franz."

"...Is this the politeness of the Germans?" Wendy panted.She seemed to have calmed down a little, and even forgot that her calf was still bleeding, "It's better for you to give up as soon as possible."

"You are really rebellious." Jessica crossed her arms and looked at Wendy with a frown.

...

Everyone is naturally afraid of death.Death means grief for loved ones, loss of this present life and a future never to be experienced again.

If I kill a life with my own hands, the invisible law will tip its scales of justice and drive its cold spikes into my heart.This is the abyss of atonement, the endless abyss that fell together with that life.

But...does that balance exist here?Has the abyss been filled by war and conspiracy, and is it just an excuse to dedicate oneself to science?

That white dress bears the weight of life and death.I am not someone who is not afraid of death, but is driven by its white brilliance and mission to embrace death, and even fight with Osiris to regain the lives that have gone with the black wings.