Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Paxton's final destination is the material warehouse, which is filled with "materials" that have failed in human experiments or died in missions and are waiting to realize their final value.

This so-called warehouse was the shell of the institute, a mental hospital. The dead were thrown into the freezer, and the living were assigned numbers, put in hospital gowns, and locked up in a ward that looked like a prison cell.

This is quite interesting. As a researcher, Iori Yemuro has a nameplate on his white coat that reads "Intern in Neurology at XXX Psychiatric Hospital in City A". This is indeed a hospital with a formal license, and he himself has a medical license.

As for Shirley, she is too young, so she is generally not allowed to appear in public.

Before, Scotland consciously followed the local customs when he came to the laboratory, and he always put on a white coat to cover up. This time, Bourbon came in a hurry wearing a suit and vest, and it was inevitable that other researchers would look at him twice.

"Put this on. There's disinfectant spray at the door."

When he came back from the basement, he was bumped into by Shirley. However, as she spent every day in the laboratory, she couldn't bear to see people hanging around in the laboratory like this, so she took out a white coat from the cabinet and threw it to Bourbon.

Bourbon had no objection. He obediently went to the door to disinfect and change his clothes.

As he walked away, the girl frowned, "You changed people again?"

Moreover, he was a foreigner, and it was obvious at first glance that he was not someone who was easy to get along with. Compared to this person, she liked Scotland better.

"It's not a replacement, it's an addition to me." Ye Shiyi couldn't think of an adjective for a moment, and paused for a while before saying, "trouble."

Miyano Shiho agreed with this. She didn't like to interact with people from other groups. The intelligence group was scheming and the action group was ferocious and murderous. Not to mention logistics. Every time she applied for funds, she had to ask Tokaj to negotiate for her. Compared with being forced to do research, this was an easy thing.

Originally I thought I could meet Scotland, but it seemed like the other party had something important to do today. However, it was not a wasted trip, at least I met another code member. This girl was probably Shirley, she was incredibly young. So far, all the code members of the research team that Bourbon had met looked underage. The organization was a little too cruel.

"Are you going to start a new project?" Miyano Shiho kept talking as she watched him packing up the materials. Her current research results barely passed the clinical trials, but the results were not ideal.

"It's a restart, but because of what happened before, we don't have enough manpower, so I might need you to help."

Miyano Shiho knew what he was talking about. All the researchers who were transferred to Crimea half a year ago stayed there forever. The fact that she and Tokaj were given code names so early was also somewhat influenced by this.

"But I have to remind you," he adjusted his glasses, his eyes moving slightly, "This is just the beginning, Shirley. You will experience more similar things, so many that you won't be able to remember the numbers."

"It's better to get used to it now. It's actually not as scary as you think. Maybe being a 'test subject' is a better destination for them."

"..."

Tokaj had said something similar before, and Miyano Shiho's face turned pale. She was indeed afraid of human experiments, because it was not until a few days ago that she decided to replace the mice with humans, but the survival rate was not high.

She remembered those who died, their names, faces, and even numbers. Their bodies were thrown into the freezer. No one would remember them, no one would care about them. These people who never spoke a word had peaceful faces when they died, because the drug took effect too quickly, and they couldn't even make any expressions. But when she woke up in the middle of the night, she saw these faces again, and they were all very vivid.

She was the one who killed them.

"What is the restarted experiment?"

Bourbon heard this with a trembling voice when he came back from changing his clothes. He looked at Tokaj, who looked calm and said, "Don't be so surprised, Cyborg. You will be conscripted too."

Shirley looked a little down, and her face looked terrible. Bourbon couldn't figure out why, but he realized that this girl might not be able to completely hide her emotions. She was too young, and her talent in this area might be unmatched, but she still couldn't be like the experienced people like him and Tokaj, who had the same expression for everything.

Did Tokaj also come this way back then?

Bourbon was very successful in the intelligence group, so he knew that Tokaj had been in the organization longer than him. He had been at the bottom for quite a long time before he got his code name, which was at the end of last year. Scotland told him that Gin was Tokaj's guardian. How long ago was that?

Judging from Tokaj's current performance, he should be about the same age as Shirley when he joined the organization. Could it be that he was also so naive at that time?

To be honest, he really wanted to see some other expressions on this guy's face. After all, the young master was well-respected and well-fed, and must have never encountered any unpleasant things. He had a formal smile on his face every day, and he was either sarcastic or gave a cold face to him. He really didn't know why Scotland could live in peace with him.

Tokaj's car is very consistent with his personality, at least Bourbon thinks so. The other party mocked his Mazda without hesitation, saying that his Mazda was disabled but strong-willed, and it was actually repaired and used after being scrapped last time.

"How can I compare with you? Young Master, as long as it is not blown into pieces, it can still be repaired. Saving money for the organization is a good virtue."

This guy's car was blown up in Yin Yang. Before Ye Shiyi could get back, he was dragged into the Mazda. The other party didn't give him a chance to buffer. He tied him to the passenger seat with a seat belt and immediately closed the door. When he came to his senses, the other party was already sitting in the driver's seat and started the accelerator. The purple-gray eyes focused on the front, and the blond man had a smile on his lips.

Iori Yemuro had a bad feeling.

"Hold on tight, young master—"

Before he could finish his words, the white Mazda sped out like a bullet, and the cold wind rushed in through the car window like a blade. Iori Yemuro was suddenly hit against the back of the seat by inertia, his hair was blown all over the place, and he could hardly open his eyes.

The feeling of weightlessness and temporary loss of vision, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Ye Shiyi was dazed by the wind. After finally recovering, he reached out to push the hair stuck to his eyes and tuck it behind his ears. The buildings outside the car window moved until an afterimage appeared.

This horse must be running at a speed of 180 miles per hour!

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of the car tires rubbing against the ground stimulated his eardrums. The sharp turn almost threw Iori Yemuro out of the window. His body's instinct made him grope with his hands for anything he could grab. He had never felt his heart beating in his throat like this even when he was locked in a box full of bombs.

This is definitely intentional, this guy.

The warmth from his palm made Iori realize that his image had just collapsed a little, in front of Bourbon, because he was holding his arm. The car had slowed down a lot, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a blond mixed-blood staring at him with a playful smile.

"If you're scared, you can come closer." The blond bastard arrogantly drove with one hand and grabbed Iori Yemuro's wrist with his backhand.

However, the latter shrank back as if by reflex. Since he hadn't used any force in the first place, there was naturally no hindrance. Bourbon glanced at the other party and frowned. This guy seemed to hate physical contact, or he hated having him get close to him.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Quickly distancing himself from this idiot, Ye Shimu Iori kept telling himself to calm down, calm down, you can't beat him now.

“You look uncomfortable. Is it because of the heat?”

Don't put up with it! If you can, don't wear such thick clothes!

Trying his best to control his hands from reaching for his clothes, he smiled wryly, "I didn't expect you like gin so much that you'd drive this junky car at 180 mph to see him."

Bourbon, right? Better not let him catch us!

"He'll be very happy to know that."

Considering that he had just won a victory, Bourbon was in a good mood. As for this man's weird behavior, he didn't feel too annoyed because he liked gin.

It was just a spur of the moment idea. I didn't expect that he would really show that frightened expression. The first thing I thought of was to catch him. It seems that he trusts the person in the driver's seat very much. Scotland?

However, Bourbon felt deeply regretful that he had not been able to take a picture of it just now. Such a wonderful expression is extremely rare.