Holding the ancient script and the police academy stickers

1,

With a generous expression on his face, the researcher gulped down a few mouthfuls of the liquid in the test tube.

In the next second, his expression froze suddenly.

Putting the test tube back into Shirley's hand, the researcher choked his own throat, and breathed out: "...Give me,...water"

Shirley said with a cold face: "Okay, stop acting. I've said it's harmless." She was unmoved by the exaggerated performance of the researcher.

And the external reaction of gin was even colder (or no reaction at all), just a trace of thought in his eyes, as if he was observing the reaction of drinking this reagent.

Only me, a self-proclaimed "enthusiastic citizen of Tokyo D", quickly handed out half of the coriander houttuynia bee milk that was left just now, and said enthusiastically and thoughtfully: "Drink it? Heal all poisons, strengthen the mind and body, and go to heaven with one sip .”

The researcher still held his throat with his hands, and questioned his soul in the cracks: ..... Has anyone really drank this kind of thing before!"

In other words, if you drink it again, you will really go to heaven? The kind of heaven in the sense of heaven!

The people around him were unreliable, so the researcher finally chose to support himself with tears in his eyes, pulled out the pure water next to the research bench and started to ton ton.

After a while, the researcher seemed to regain some strength.At this time, he replied Shirley, that is, Miyano Shiho: ... I don't know if this semi-finished antidote is harmful, but the taste is really, really..."

It's that kind of horrible feeling, as if the soul is floating after taking a sip. It's not enough to describe it as a word that belongs to the human dictionary! (Crazy Gestures jpg)

Gin made a disdainful sound from his nasal cavity. He reached out to take the liquid Shirley poured into another test tube, and took a sip calmly under the gaze of everyone.

System: [He drank, he drank! Will the role of our main drama break the defense?]

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the slightly cracked expression returned to a deadpan expression in the blink of an eye. The silver-haired man returned the reagent to Xueli smoothly.

I leaned over and wanted to take a sip (speaking of which, if it is a healing potion, then I should really take a sip?), but Gin raised his hand inadvertently and subtly stopped me. action.

And Shirley also just put away the reagents, she continued with a calm voice, "What's going on with you two, remember to tell me."

The researcher was taken aback: "What?"

Shirley turned her face away: "The reagent you two just drank is theoretically harmless—but it will take some time to verify the specifics."

The researcher's eyes widened suddenly: "No way! I drank quite a few sips!"

Gin Jiu suddenly interjected: "I drank it too."

Researcher: "But you only took a sip, and I..."

Gin interrupted him again: "I drank it too."

Researcher: "Yes..."

Gin: "Me too."

researcher:.....

Gin: "Go away."

When the researcher heard the last word, he finally shut his mouth completely.

Shirley commented on this indifferently: "I wish I had scolded him like this earlier, Gin."

Researcher: ...Hi!

The brown-haired girl glanced at the two people in front of her, "Actually, one bite or a few bites of this kind of thing doesn't make much difference."

......Yes.The researcher who calmed down thought.If there is any harm, one mouthful or a few mouthfuls will cause irreversible damage to the human body.

He looked at the tall and straight black figure in front of him.

But, why does gin try its own danger? Although some persistent researchers will also test this kind of thing by themselves, but generally speaking, the birth of new medicines often makes those who are worthless and don't care Organize the experiment body to carry out.

The researcher pondered.Is it because you are worried? After all, the experimental subject is still someone else, and only through your own personal experience can you truly feel the harm and harmlessness of the drug, as well as the reactions produced during the process.

It should be said that he is indeed the topkiller of the organization.......For the project that BOSS cares about most, for the safest experience of BOSS, he can do this for the sake of it.

This is what the researcher had in mind.

Shirley caught a glimpse of the researcher's expression and knew what the researcher was thinking.

However, she knew in her heart that the so-called topkiller in front of her was not doing it for the organization's boss.

The brown-haired girl raised her eyes, met Qin Jiu's cold dark green wolf eyes, and silently conveyed: [I've already made what you want.Do not forget our agreement. ]

The silver-haired man had his hands in his pockets, his tall figure was as calm as a snow-capped pine, cold and aloof.Facing Shirley's gaze, he nodded imperceptibly, making some kind of reply that belonged to him alone.

His eyes also showed what the two of them knew: [The premise is that the final version of the harmless antidote is developed. ]

At this moment when everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, a voice suddenly broke the tranquility.

"That..." I raised my hand and blinked to answer the question asked by the researcher a few minutes ago, "Some people have drank bee milk with coriander houttuynia, such as me.

Everyone:  …

——Is this a delayed reply? This is too delayed! It’s almost like the operation of an ancient computer full of various supplementary software. When the owner has already found another way, it is long overdue and slow to spit out the results .

So what is the meaning of a reply that suddenly pops up now!

System: [Chihori's exclusive skill - "I don't mean anything else, I just see everyone is so serious, I can't help but want to 100% break the atmosphere of this drama"]

Me (waving a handkerchief): Babies, come and join our sand sculpture theater!

2,

After a period of testing, Shirley finally confirmed the safety of this semi-finished drug antidote.However, what the organization needs more is the finished version of the finished drug and the finished antidote, so they chose to continue to allocate funds to the laboratory, and did not pay too much attention to the semi-finished antidote.

And this semi-finished antidote finally reached my mouth.

Shirley didn't explain anything to me, and when she gave me the medicine, she also handed it to me along with the cold medicine.Her expression was indifferent, but in her eyes, she could see some care that belonged to a young girl.

Maybe it's because of some kind of identification with the identity of [sister].Shirley has always been very smart, although there are some things that no one wears, she can guess how much.

I heard it from some yokai who have been living here.As a test subject when I was a child, the semi-finished product that I drank would slow down the growth rate and cause certain reverse growth and age-freezing effects, but it would also speed up the aging of certain organs in the body.

Eating this semi-finished antidote will not restore the age of the body (so I still look like a younger sister), but it can generally heal the damaged organs inside the body and stop the accelerated aging of certain organs.

At the same time, the antidote also evokes the memories deep in my mind, making those forgotten scenes come back to my eyes again.

winter.It is rare for a heavy snowfall in Kumamoto Prefecture.

Sprinkling white snow flutters outside the house, and when there is no wind, crystal snowflakes fall one by one, reflecting in the eyes.

The silver-haired girl sat on the steps in front of her house, looking up at this beautiful and quiet scene.

A boy with brown hair came from behind, and he handed over a piece of warm bread wrapped in an oiled paper bag: "Here, Aunt Tazi just baked it."

The brown-haired boy also held one in his hand, and sat beside the girl.

"Wow!" The silver-haired girl happily took it, and immediately took a bite, "Well, it smells so sweet."

The brown-haired boy, Natsume Takashi, had a gentle smile on his face. He also lowered his head and took a bite of the bread, while not forgetting to tear off a piece and hand it to Mr. Cat on his shoulder.

This monster, which uses a beckoning cat as the container, is actually the great demon "Madara".However, girls and teenagers are obviously more accustomed to calling it "Mr. Kitty".

Teacher Cat swallowed the bread in his mouth, and said in a drawn out voice, "Isn't it cold to sit outside in such heavy snow? Little girl, you'd better go back to the house to warm up. It's not good for you to catch cold."

"It's okay." The silver-haired girl smiled, "I've never seen such a big snow, so I want to appreciate it up close."

Her dark green eyes looked into the distance, and the snow-white eyes stretched to the infinite distance.

"...I don't know if it's snowing over there at Ah Zhen." She murmured in a low voice, "He has never seen such beautiful snow."

Natsume Takashi also looked forward from a distance, he knew who the "Ah Zhen" in the girl's mouth was.

Although the past events in the silver-haired girl's mind were hazy, the girl still remembered some scattered stories, and she always remembered her brother's name.

Those girls in the past mentioned a few words inadvertently, and he, Mr. Cat, and the Fujiwara couple as family members, of course they all remembered it in their hearts.

"If it doesn't snow over there, invite him to come here to see the snow in the future." Natsume Takashi said with a smile, "We can play snowball fights together then."

"Building a snowman is also fun!" The silver-haired girl frowned and continued.

"Sure enough, they are all children?" Teacher Cat said, "In my opinion, it's better to go for a walk at the shrine. Although the road is a bit slippery, the scenery is still very beautiful. And there are few people! If you can go to Qiguoya to buy steamed buns on the way , it's even more perfect!"

Silver-haired girl Ban Yueyan: "Mr. Cat, you just want to eat the steamed buns of Qiguowu."

"Hey, kid, I'm serious about giving you advice!"

Natsume Takashi chuckled, he tilted his head and thought for a while: "The environment around the shrine is really beautiful. I'll go visit the route and draw the best tour map."

"Huh?" The silver-haired girl was a little surprised, "Do you want to draw a map? Just walk around."

"Because this is a trip with another family member." Takashi Natsume said in a gentle voice, "Besides, I want to give him a meeting gift, but I don't know what to give, so I will draw a sincere one myself. A gift."

He didn't know what kind of person that boy called "Kurosawa Jin" was, but he was Chiho Ri's younger brother, so he was his family.

"When you come back with him." Natsume Takashi said, "We will go to the shrine together.

The silver-haired girl's green eyes were bright and clear. It was rare for her not to be joking. Instead, she looked serious and nodded: "Okay." She said, "I will take him home with me."

Memories of the past are like slideshows, played frame by frame.

I blinked, taking those flowing memories into my heart.

...Natsume and Fujiwara from Kumamoto Prefecture are still waiting to bring my dear Ododo home.

3,

I've been in the lab all this time.

The organization probably considered that I was the only special species (?), which was a rare creature to be protected, so they did not use radical methods to conduct experiments, but chose to proceed step by step: draw some blood today, and go for a test tomorrow.

In the research institute, I came into contact with members of different organizations than those who were tasked at that time.

Me: Okay, thank you for the organization! I will definitely live up to expectations and spread the new ideas of strawberry milk manufacturers to a deeper level!

When a collective's culture and thought are invaded, its history and characteristics are erased, and its habits and daily routines are replaced, it is the beginning of its irreversible path of disintegration and collapse step by step.

Although my status here has returned to being an experimenter, but because things are rare and expensive, my status at this time is quite different from my original status.

Taking this opportunity, I can make many requests within the range of conditions, and a wave of environmental transformation has come.

When the leader who brought me here returned to the organization's laboratory, this is no longer the original laboratory...

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world.

The guide looked up in shock, looking at the special photo posters plastered all over the corridor, with a dazed expression: "This, what is this?"

The researcher who accompanied him didn't seem to be surprised. He calmly explained: "Oh, these are Ultraman's personal posters. There are 68 Ultraman posters from here to the end, on the left and right sides, and there are five types in total. yes--"

"Stop, stop, stop! What I'm asking is not what these things are, but why they are posted here!" The guide twitched his mouth.

Why did you suddenly start explaining the exhibition hall!

"This is to make the subject better cooperate with the experiment and keep her in a good mood, so I posted the decorations she proposed in the laboratory." The researcher said, "Anyway, the two sides of the corridor are also empty. , It doesn’t matter if you stick something casually, just use it as a decoration.”

Leader: .....has a great impact! The style of painting has changed!

But, as a longtime member of the group, Leader felt he had to keep his facial expressions in check.So, he staggered his gaze at those posters and turned his attention to the people around him.

It was also at this time that he discovered the book slightly protruding from the right side of the researcher's pocket.

"With portable books, you researchers are really studying all the time." The guide exclaimed, and found a topic, "What book are you reading?"

The researcher took it out of his pocket, and the large characters on the cover naturally appeared in front of his eyes——

"[-] Ways to Kill Your Boss"

Leader:...

However, the researcher quickly retracted: "Sorry, I took the wrong one."

The guide: "Haha, did you take the wrong one?"

"It should be this one." The researcher took out another small portable book from his pocket, with the words "Teaching You How to Make Innovative Milk: Starting with Coriander Houttuynia Bees" on the cover.

There is also a line of fine print below: [Miss Inoue vomits blood, a must-read classic book that enlightens a wise life, which is different from the way to start life in a different world that you travel through when a dump truck dies].

Leader: "."

Both the title and the small print are weird, right? This book is not as normal as the one just now!

In other words, why would someone write a - no, it should be said why would someone buy such a book full of slots!

The guide was gloomy for a moment, and said with difficulty: ".....have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"

Sure enough, high-pressure work will drive a person crazy!

"No, no." The researcher's tone was as relaxed as ever, and he replied, "It's better to say that the pressure has been greatly reduced. The work and rest are very regular, everything in the experiment is normal, and the mood is happy."

"This book was recommended by the experimental subject Ms. Skada." The researcher continued, "The progress of a certain experiment in it is thanks to the milk drink she brought. Therefore, I feel that I was narrow-minded before. , reading more of this kind of books will help develop new ideas.”

He took the initiative to say, "Every member of our laboratory has a copy of this book now, do you need a copy?"

Leader: "Uh, no, thank you."

"You should take it. Although you are not a researcher, there is no harm in reading more." The researcher conveniently stuffed the book into the guide's pocket.

The laboratory is about to arrive ahead, the guide cheers up and prepares to see their latest research results—yes, the guide is not a researcher, he is the kind of clerical and inspection staff.

Before stepping into the door of the laboratory, he heard bursts of voices coming from the laboratory.

"one chirp one"

One after another, the chirping sounds resounded in the ears, and the guide suddenly raised his head at his feet!

I saw a bamboo cage in front of a group of people in the laboratory. Inside the bamboo cage was a certain green insect screaming "chirp", and outside the bamboo cage was a white coat screaming "chirp". Other experimental researchers .

Leader:?

And the silver-haired woman was writing tones on the blackboard and speaking seriously.

"Mr. Yamamura, your vocalizations are all zero-shaped sounds. This is not acceptable, we must distinguish the vocal characteristics of different tones." The silver-haired girl gestured, "Come on, read 'chi one one' to me."

"one of the chirps"

Guide: "...what are you doing!"

The researcher who led the way over nodded and explained: "You know, our scientific research is very confidential. Whether it is recording or communicating, we must try our best to be understood only by internal personnel. Therefore, in the kind Skada At Madam’s suggestion, we decided to borrow the idea of ​​the Strawberry Milk Company and learn Grasshopper language.”

He took a step forward and cheered up the others: "Friends, come on! We must learn the Grasshopper language well, surpass the Cicada language of the Strawberry Milk Factory, and use "Chir" to defeat their "Zierwa"!"

In front of them is a loud and unanimous reply: "One of the chirps"

Leader: "."

Guide:...it means that I have only been on a business trip for half a month, or even less than half a year, why does it seem like a hundred million years have passed?!

Have aliens invaded the earth? Is human culture about to be invaded by high dimensions? Has the coming of the ancient gods polluted everyone's spirit?

How did the painting style of the research institute change into this one by one!

System: [Chihori, a devil factor that spreads quickly and has great influence, has now penetrated deep into the winery and penetrated into the enemy's heart (put your hands together)]

The author has something to say:

Leader: Everyone is polluted, I want to stick to my heart!

three days later.

Leading the way: one of the chirps