Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

"Only...there is only one bulge...there were quite a lot of people before...then...then, they all died."

With a sound of "Boom!", a piece of the floor suddenly sank.

"Zhongye..."

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked over, only to see that Chuya kept staring at the military policeman as if he didn't hear what he said.

"They're all dead." Chuya kept repeating this sentence in his mind, and the clips of him being forced to undergo experiments poured in like a tide.

Howling, blood, pain, and the disregard for life and enthusiasm for experimental results in the eyes of those so-called professors and doctors.

In fact, he shouldn't have too many memories of those things, because most of the time he was lying unconscious on the experimental table, but the wails of his companions still penetrated his brain, leaving a deep impression in places he didn't know. Deeply branded.

The doctors in the laboratory never regard the experimental subjects as human beings. In their eyes, the experimental subjects are similar to the mice on the laboratory table in biological experiments.

People are not people, and fate is not fate.

Endless anger burned Zhongye's heart.

So many people lost their lives just because of the ambition of a few people...

"Quite a lot"... How many people are there? "

The originally clear voice was so cold that it could freeze. He walked slowly towards the military policeman and took out a dagger from his cuff.

The blade of the dagger is very thin, and the shiny silver blade reflects a trace of bloodthirsty edge.

The military police instinctively sensed the danger, and all of a sudden the hairs stood on end, and cold sweat rolled down the back of his neck and slipped down.

"Just a few...dozens..."

Zhong also stopped in front of the military policeman, the dagger was raised high, and then fell at a high speed, and the pierced arm was directly nailed to the armrest of the chair.

"what!!!"

"tens of?"

Zhong also pulled out the dagger and raised it high again, the military policeman suddenly changed his words.

"Ah! No... no no no!!! It's... ahem... there are hundreds, hundreds!!!"

Under the pressure of strong gravity, he couldn't even straighten his waist, but the iron chain bound his body tightly, strangling him almost out of breath, he could only open his mouth like a thirsty fish. respite.

"Chuya!" Gojo Satoru stepped forward in two steps and hugged him from behind.

He wrapped his arms around Zhongya's waist with one hand, and lightly held Zhongya's hand that was still holding the dagger with the other. At that moment, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the dagger.

Zhong also didn't resist, and lowered the dagger along with the strength of Gojo Satoru's hand.

It's just that his blue eyes have lost a little of their brilliance.

"Chuya, he has already said it." Gojo Satoru's voice was very gentle, with a sense of comfort.

He probably knows Chuuya's experience and can understand why Chuuya lost control.

but……

Seeing Chuya like this would only make him feel distressed.

Chuya, he is a very gentle and kind person...

"Wu...hundreds of people died here." Chuya's voice was very calm, as if he had lost all emotion.

The experimental body is a consumable in the laboratory, and it is also a victim of the ambition of the superior.

Gojo Satoru's heart throbbed,

"But he didn't kill those people. Those who are really dying are still waiting for us." He rubbed the top of his lover's hair with the tip of his nose, "Zhongye, go and have a rest. I'll ask the rest."

Nakaya turned his head, and glared at Gojo Satoru with his sharp blue eyes: "What do you mean? I'm not weak enough to be affected by such trivial things. I was just very angry just now."

"Okay, if Zhongye wants to stay, he can stay." The person who blew his hair wants to stroke his hair.

Gojo Satoru understands this truth well. After all, it has not been a day or two since he got along with Zhong Ye, and it has not been a day or two since Zhong Ye has an arrogant and awkward personality.He would not force Zhong to stay here, but Frankenstein, who was next to him, became sour when he saw this scene.

Frankenstein: "..." Why?

Why is he, a man with a wife, so widowed like a single dog in front of these two people?

Axiu, come back soon, I miss you so much...

"Then, you saw it too... Ah, I'm sorry you couldn't see it with your eyes covered." Gojo Wu narrowed his eyes behind the sunglasses, and his tone was even a little brisk, "You felt it too, and my family also has a bad temper. If you want to suffer less, you must tell the truth."

The military police who had just been injured nodded their heads.

"Very good." Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, "Then, the first question, has a little boy with cherry pink short hair been brought here?"

"No."

"Second question, is Fukuchi Sakurachi running this place by himself, or is he running it in partnership with others?"

"We are all...all Fukuchi Sakurachi's subordinates, and he arranged for him to come here, saying that the experiments here are precious resources of the country, and we don't know the other...others." The military police seemed to feel that his answer There was too little information, so he quickly explained, "I... what I said is true! We are only responsible for obeying orders, and we are not allowed to ask more questions!"

"It's okay, don't be nervous, just relax." Gojo Satoru smiled reassuringly.

The purpose of doing this kind of experiment is either that Fukuchi Sakurachi wants to extend his hand to the world of conjuration, or the world of conjuration wants to extend his hand to the world of non-magicians.

Or are they taking advantage of each other, doing both?

"You can answer whatever you know. The third question is who provided the curse here. Logically speaking, you ordinary people should...not see the curse."

The doctors here can not only see the curse, but also use the curse to conduct experiments. There must be technical support from people in the magic world.

"No... I don't know... But, the reason why I can see the curse spirit is because everyone here will be given a pair of glasses. With that eye, you can see the curse spirit."

Sure enough, someone from the magic world came to get involved.

"The last question is, do you know where the list of doctors and other staff members in this laboratory is?"

"You don't need to ask about that." Frankenstein said at the right time, "Yesterday, I wanted to check the progress of their experiment, so I checked the computer here with Axiu. All the data has been formatted, and there is some useful information. None were left, and we didn't catch a single doctor. It was kind of weird."

indeed.

Gojo Satoru thought that when he first came in, he was only thinking about saving Youren, and didn't even notice where the doctors went.

Really, a mistake.

"Then there must be a spare laboratory. The people who did the experiment are all there, and the reconstruction of the experimental data is only a matter of minutes." Zhong also guessed.

Wujo Wu nodded thoughtfully, this time it was a bit awkward, they still had to save people.

"It's good for you to save people. For the rest, Axiu and I will report to Mori Ouwai."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Dr. Frankenstein."