There seems to be something wrong with these Pokémon

"Lost?"

Cole sneered, walked slowly back to the sofa chair, and said with a smile.

“There are never permanent winners in scientific research.”

Cole tapped his fingers on the soft armrest, his eyes nonchalant, "But I will never be the loser."

Unexpectedly, his good student laughed without any concealment.

At first it was just a breath sound coming from the corner of the lips, then it became louder and louder, and the mocking tone became more and more intense.

Cole's face suddenly darkened. He clenched his five fingers on the armrest tightly and bit the soft flesh in his mouth with his teeth.

"It seems that you have been exposed to too many unconventional things and have forgotten what I taught you."

Cole's eyes grew darker, as if a storm was raging in them.

"I don't know which ignorant kid was pestering me and begging to be my student."

His breathing became heavier, and scenes from the past seemed to reappear before his eyes.

----

Geniuses are all aloof.

Of course, Cole is no exception.

Dubbed a "child genius", Cole began following his mentor and taking charge of projects at the age of ten.

Although the instructor at that time was just one of the many old stubborn people in the Pokémon League.

But Cole thought he had fulfilled his duty as a student to him.

Originally, according to the route outlined by his mentor, Cole first completed his studies step by step, then took over a large-scale scientific research project, and finally won glory for the alliance.

But the respect of people around me, the love of my mentor, the success of my scientific research...

All these praises pushed Cole to a height that did not belong to him.

Although he has an extraordinary IQ, Cole, who is still a child in age, is undoubtedly addicted to this sea of ​​desire.

Gradually, he became less and less interested in the projects assigned by his tutor.

This kind of elementary repetitive experiment was a waste of his talent.

Cole thought conceitedly and handed over the experiments assigned by his instructor to other students.

The mentor was keenly aware of Cole's transformation, but he attributed it all to Cole's age and just gave him a few verbal reprimands.

But this seemed particularly unfamiliar to Cole, who had always lived in praise from people around him.

Unlike other students who repented after being reprimanded by their instructor, he was instead burning with anger in his heart.

So eager to prove himself, Cole impulsively said the words that changed his destiny.

......

what? !

The mentor raised his hand angrily and slapped him without any hesitation.

Cole tilted his head in disbelief, the burning pain on his face seeming strange.

He slowly turned his head and looked at his mentor who was breathing heavily and his eyes seemed to be spewing flames.

What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing——!

The instructor, who felt a dull pain in his chest, quickly held onto the table and punched his heart a few times before continuing.

You are despising life!

【I don't! 】

Cole straightened his neck and protested vigorously.

[What kind of creature is Pokémon? It's just another kind of livestock living in the world! ]

[As long as I consume the lives of a few Pokémon, I can get a leap forward in science. Why would you stop me from making a sure-win business? ! ]

The resentment that the child had towards his mentor exploded at this moment, and the furious child raised his finger and pointed at his mentor's nose.

[You just don't believe I can do it! You're afraid your position will be threatened by me! You're just a coward! ]

The instructor's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body rose and fell exaggeratedly with every breath he took.

【You are imprisoned.】

Cole's cold gaze pierced the old man's heart like a sharp knife.

Oh my god...what kind of demon did he raise? !

【Science should be a bird flying freely in the blue sky, but you have imprisoned it in a cage because of unwarranted concerns.】

Cole's gaze was like a cold pond, calm without a ripple.

He just watched quietly as his mentor, who had been with him for four years, slowly fell to the ground and closed his bloodshot eyes completely.

Cole walked around his mentor, slowly walked to the desk, picked up the phone and dialed.

[Yes, that's right. Someone fainted in Room XX of XXX School, but there are no signs of life.]

After hanging up the phone, he left the room without looking back.

Of course, before leaving, he followed his mentor's instructions and closed the door.

The boy walking down the corridor turned and walked into the darkness.

His eyes were full of madness and the paranoia of not being recognized.

I will do it.

I'll show you.

----

Hello, this is the XX City Police Station...

Is the Pokémon missing?

The police officer put down the phone and looked at the white paper covered with words in front of him, frowning tightly.

This is the ninth Pokémon disappearance this week.

The killer appeared to be committing crimes indiscriminately, with no links found among the nine victims.

The only thing in common is probably that drug ingredients were found in the victims' body fluid tests.

Presumably, the murderer also used this method to quietly take away other people's Pokémon.

But...stealing other people's Pokémon...

What is the purpose?

----

Brother, where did you go today?

【I just attended the meeting on behalf of my mentor. 】

Cole greeted his fellow students in the laboratory calmly and disappeared behind the door under their admiring gazes.

Several students were discussing in a low voice the mentor that Senior Brother Cole had just mentioned.

By the way...has the tutor's condition not improved yet?

Well, I just visited him the day before yesterday. He had a sudden stroke, and basically his whole body was paralyzed, and it was difficult for him to eat, drink, defecate or urinate.

Ah? Then what about our project?

The school should assign a new teacher to us... Don't worry, Senior Brother Cole is here, it's okay.

Yes, of course I believe in Brother Cole!

Naturally, the gossip among the students could not reach Cole's ears as he was already immersed in the experiment.

At this moment he was taking out a folder from his briefcase.

After opening it, six red and white Poké Balls stood out among the numerous files.

Cole sighed softly, feeling annoyed.

He had already caught all the wild Pokémon near the city. If the experiment wasn't at a critical step, he wouldn't want to commit another crime in the spotlight.

This efficiency is still too low.

Even with the best luck, you can only get six Pokémon at a time.

It would be nice if there were still places where Pokémon gathered in large numbers...

and many more!

Cole raised an eyebrow, and a landmark building flashed in his mind.

Pokémon Center

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Miss Joy! My walking grass--!

My Bobo——!

And my Raichu!

......

On TV, a reporter was standing in front of the Pokémon Center with a microphone in hand, looking at the crowded street.

Fellow citizens, the scope of the [Pokémon poisoning case] is still expanding. In just three days, the number of Pokémon victims has increased from single digits to thousands!

The medical resources at the Pokémon Center are about to collapse.

After that, she wanted to interview Joey, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she would always be squeezed away by the anxious trainers who were holding their Pokémon.

Finally, he could only go back to where he was, put his messy hair back into place, and contact the Pokémon League remotely.

Yes, we have paid attention to the [XX City Pokémon Poisoning Case]. The relevant case is still under investigation and the specific progress is not convenient to disclose.

However, the poisoner used a new type of poison, and the Pokémon League is working hard to overcome it and develop an antidote. Before the antidote is developed, please take good care of your Pokémon and try not to touch unknown food outside...

The boy who was also watching the news curled up his lips.

The light from the TV shone into his eyes, like the glory of a winner.

Almost there...

----

The news is coming to you.

Just last night, the Pokémon Center in XX City suffered a terrorist attack.

According to official statistics, a total of 2436 Pokémon were harmed in this attack, and 324 people were attacked.

Many of them lost their vital signs within a short period of time due to facing the "Big Explosion".

At this point, the police have held a press conference and promised to catch the criminals and recover the missing Pokémon within a week.

----

Time flies and a year has passed.

The perpetrators of [XX City Pokémon Disappearance Case], [XX City Pokémon Poisoning Case] ​​and [XX City Pokémon Terrorist Attack Case] ​​were never caught.

Almost all the police officers in XX City were reshuffled. The police officers who failed to do their job resigned and went behind the scenes with deep reluctance to continue investigating these unsolved cases.

The only clue they had was a profile.

All the police officers held the paper in their hands as if it were a treasure and carefully checked the suspects according to the contents on it.

[The murderer has some kind of morbid psychology, his original family may have been unfortunate, and he may have been attacked by Pokémon in his childhood, leaving a psychological trauma. At this time, he is in the midst of an accident or external stimulation...]

[According to the eyewitness' description of her appearance, she is a female, aged between 20 and 30, a local of XX City, with a high level of education and the ability to independently prepare drugs and poisons...]

Just as the police officers were relying on this information to track the suspect like hunting dogs, news that shocked the world was quietly released.

Surprise! A genius boy has completed the transformation of Pokémon medical equipment!

The rising star of scientific research in the Kanto region has completely revolutionized the Pokémon medical world! Regeneration of severed limbs is no longer a dream!

Let’s take a look at the genius boy - Cole!

......

At this moment, the old man, whose eyeballs were the only thing that could move, lay blankly on the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on an unknown direction.

The young nurse who came to give him the injection was afraid that the old man would be lonely, so she talked a lot to him.

Your students are so nice to you. Not only did they hire a full-time nurse for you, they also covered all your medical expenses.

I guess you must have thought highly of him before? You are lucky to have such a good and loyal student.

......

The old man listened to the praise of Cole, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

But he was completely unable to refute it. He could only stare at the ceiling that never changed and swallow his misery into his heart.

Until the nurse who had gone to boil water hurried over, lifted the bed, and turned on the TV as usual.

The nurse who was wiping the old man's body didn't have time to watch, he just listened.

It seems like... praising someone?

He doesn't know anything about Pokémon medical equipment.

The nurse wrung out the towel and walked out again with the basin.

After he left, the old man, who was watching TV and listening to the media's praise for Cole, recalled the words that made him so angry that day.

He looked at the confident smile displayed in front of the camera in disbelief and said loudly.

[All of this needs to be thanked to my mentor. Without him, there would be no...]

The old man's eyes suddenly became bloodshot.

Damn it! He actually did it?!

It took him a year to complete...How many innocent Pokémon's lives did he consume? ! !

The machine that was constantly monitoring the old man's vital signs suddenly made a series of harsh sounds.

When the nurses and medical staff rushed over, it was too late.

The hospital called to inform the public of the death of Mr. Cole, who was enjoying great success at the time.

Cole was only slightly surprised and then recovered as before. He hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

Before and after arriving at the old man's ward, he waved his hand and asked everyone to leave.

Only when the old man was the only one lying alone on the bed did he walk over impatiently.

Even though the TV had not been turned off for a long time, the media's praise for me still rang in my ears.

He couldn't wait to lie down on the head of the bed and look into those eyes that were still open.

Cole was startled, and froze in place.

He suddenly laughed like a madman.

After a while, he suddenly raised his right hand.

The quilt that had fallen on his chest was lifted up a lot, covering the eyes that were full of anger, unwillingness and regret, without any recognition or comfort until his death.

From then on, Cole disappeared from people's sight like a short-lived shooting star.

No one knows where this genius went.

Disappeared along with the machine he demonstrated to the public that was enough to revolutionize the medical world.

Not even the manuscript was left.

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Team Rocket Base

The young man walked through the corridor of the base's medical room without looking around, and randomly pointed at a few people lying on the beds.

"Take them away."

"Do you need so much this time?" The person in charge of the medical room was slightly surprised, but did not stop them.

“They are dedicated to science.”

Cole's eyes swept over the experimental subject whose fate had been determined, without a trace of pity.

“It’s their honor.”

Having accomplished his goal, Cole turned to leave, but met a black-haired boy who was slightly younger than him on the road.

He glanced at the label on the boy's right wrist.

【Amnesia】

Then he lost interest and continued walking.

But the next moment, the black-haired boy pounced on him.

The boy, who was always on guard against everything, dodged to the side almost at the same moment.

The boy who fell heavily to the ground did not cry out in pain.

Instead, looking at the spotless white coat in front of him, his heart was filled with joy.

He didn't know why, but he subconsciously felt that someone seemed to have told him that people wearing white coats were good people.

In addition, in the fragments of memory that occasionally flashed through my mind, there seemed to be a boy wearing an ill-fitting white coat, hugging me tightly.

So the boy decisively raised his hand again and hugged the boy's calf.

"I...I want to go with you..."

Kitazawa Lingyou raised his dark eyes, his rosy face was very cute, "Let's be friends... okay?"