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She had a bad impression of Bellmode. When she found out about the cigarette, she immediately felt like she had discovered the truth: "You actually poisoned a colleague you just met. Your way of greeting him is still as disgusting as ever."
Gin frowned when he heard this. This really looks a bit like Belmode's style.
And just now he did feel that the newcomer, who was always taciturn, often looked in the direction of Belmode unconsciously. He thought this was another lesson from Belmod to idiots.
Gin looked at his watch, then looked at Belmod: "It's almost time, don't make trouble for me at this time."
"I'm just not used to smoking standing up, so I didn't light a fire." Belmode was also confused.
She looked at the half-soaked cigarette on the ground, and then at Colon, who had "I've been hit and I can't walk" written all over his body. She thought for a moment and suddenly smiled coldly:
"If it is really not his own fault, but the problem of cigarettes... we may have one more person on our task list."
She took the cigarette off her lips, found a plastic bag and sealed it, then walked towards Shiraishi to check it carefully.
Toru Amuro subconsciously wanted to stop him, but after thinking that Bermod was not the kind of person who refused to admit to poisoning, and that she had profound medical knowledge, she did nothing in the end.
Belmode stretched out his hand and lifted Shiraishi's chin. Seeing that he still had the strength to sit up, he thought the situation was not serious.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyelids, he saw that his pupils were foggy.
Belmode's life was very long. Although she does not specialize in medicine, she has studied medicine for five years and has been a guest doctor for who knows how many years. She has read countless medical books and seen countless patients.
However, as of today, she has never seen such a spectacle.
Eyeball opacification and lens opacification are not uncommon. Regardless of which type, the patient's eyes look somewhat pathological.
But Colum is different.
His eyeballs were not swollen, nor were they dull and turbid like cataracts. Instead, they looked like two glass balls filled with smoke. When you slapped him on the face, the smoke seemed to be still swaying in his pupils.
Belmode was stunned for a while.
It didn't look human at all, like a doll or something.
She pondered for a moment and reached out to touch Shiraishi's face. As a disguise master, she quickly judged that the skin under her hand was indeed that of a living person and could not be made of any other material.
I checked my pulse again. Although it was not beating obviously, it was definitely there.
Chianti looked at her with disdain: "You are so shameless, what are you touching? Are you so horny?" Don't think that she is easy to deceive because she has never studied medicine. No doctor relies on pinching her face to see a doctor.
Toru Amuro looked at Bermod and felt that her expression was very complicated and did not look like she was taking advantage, so she also became serious: "Is it serious?"
"It's a symptom I've never seen before. Maybe it's poisoning or allergies?" Belmod really didn't know. But for eye diseases, it’s best to treat them seriously, “Send him to the hospital for a checkup.”
Gin doesn't like emergencies. But it's not too difficult to assassinate Tonkou Shigehiko, and it's not worth losing a member with a code name just to warn him of his escape.
Gin looked at the people in the room. Two snipers couldn't leave, and neither could two people with invitations to the memorial service. Apart from himself, the only people left who could send people to the hospital were vodka and bourbon, and one of them wanted to stay as his assistant.
Do you still have to choose who to keep?
Gin didn't hesitate for 0.1 second and looked at Toru Amuro: "Send him to the nearest hospital first, then you go find Chianti, and when the mission is over, transfer him to our hospital."
"Okay." Toru Amuro picked him up and was suddenly startled.
...it seems a bit too light. Although it is not so light as to be inhuman, should a normal adult male be this weight?
He recalled the scene where Belmode touched and pinched Matsuda just now, and suddenly he had some understanding of her weird behavior.
But no matter what he suspected in his mind, Toru Amuro couldn't express anything in front of a room full of organizational people. He quickly went out and found the parking lot.
Gin and others had already gotten into their cars and left quickly.
Toru Amuro put Shiraishi on the passenger seat. Seeing that the person in front of him had his eyes closed and said nothing, a word popped into his mind, "Stand-in doll."
This is really a fantasy and very unscientific, but...
Amuro Toru stretched out her hand, with a trembling feeling that her world view was shattered, and pressed on Shiraishi's neck where the artery could be detected.
The shattering of the worldview stopped.
——There is a pulse and body temperature, and the touch of the skin is completely normal.
Although compared to normal people, his pulse is very weak and his body temperature is also low...but isn't Matsuda poisoned or allergic, so this is understandable.
As for weight…
It had been a while since I had carried a person or a corpse. If my strength had increased recently due to exercise, it would make sense for me to feel wrong for a moment.
Thinking of this, Toru Amuro subconsciously wanted to weigh it a few more times to see if it was an illusion.
But he felt that since the person on the chair was not a stand-in but a real person, the most important thing now was to drive to the hospital quickly, and messing around might cause secondary injuries.
...Anyway, there is a scale in the hospital, so if you weigh yourself after the rescue, it will definitely be more accurate than the hand estimate.
After taking a few seconds to reorganize his world view, Toru Amuro closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat.
Shiraishi secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the car door close.
Fortunately, Toru Amuro, as a member of the red side who was born in the police academy, believes in science very much.
If he had taken a knife just now without believing in evil, and opened a hole in the mask to find out, he might have found that many places in Matsuda were hollow...
However, it is more likely that before Toru Amuro sees the truth, the system will throw out high-value smoke bombs to make the mask disappear directly.
If you hide this part, you don't have to worry too much about the hospital later.
——On the way to the parking lot, after hearing that Gin and the others separated from Toru Amuro, Shiraishi took the opportunity to blow out the smoke in his head. When I regain my sight, I will send a message to Hong Ye.
Because Kamen's physique is very magical, and the work of the organization is not a harmonious office work, he may be injured at any time. Regarding similar situations, Shiraishi has communicated with Hongye in advance.
It's just right now.
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After checking the drug ingredient list, Hongye opened her bank account during the break. She was counting 0 in a happy mood when she suddenly found a new message in the private chat.
She opened it and read it, then took out her cell phone and made a call to the head of the organization, then went downstairs and got in the car.
After working around for so many days, in addition to the progress of APTX4869, she also fiddled with some useful props.
In addition, she stayed in the organization and worked overtime for countless days and almost never went out. She had already left a good impression in front of the boss who paid the money.
At least, enough to cover the real boss.
