"So you don't have any research on gastroenterovirus?"
In the dark clinic, a middle-aged Mediterranean man holding a white robe asked.
"Yes, yes, most of the time I provide services to gangs, but I am only proficient in the treatment of trauma and gunshot wounds. I don't have much research on gastroenterovirus."
The doctor with Mediterranean hair answered with some fear. On the ground next to him, there was already a gangster patient who had just come here today for treatment of broken hands and feet. He was kicked over and knocked unconscious by this guy who suddenly broke in. He attacked an unarmed person, but it was... Without any hesitation.
"This is the bastard who beat the brothers, Brother Longya!"
Chaotic footsteps sounded behind, and soon a group of gangsters dressed in black suits blocked the door of the black clinic.
"Then do you know any doctor who is very knowledgeable about gastroenterovirus?"
The little mouth didn't seem to notice the person coming from the back door at all, but he was minding his own business and asked the Mediterranean doctor in his hand.
"I, I don't..."
Before the doctor could finish his words, a man with a black dragon tattoo on his face burst in from the door, drew his gun and pointed it at the back of Xiao Mouth.
"This armor, hey, guy in front of you, where are you from, and what's your relationship with the black-armored man who broke into our place and stole the money from our group?"
Ryuga questioned.
"The man in black armor who stole the money?"
The little mouth turned its head and pointed its white teeth at the group of people behind.
"Is he the guy with the mask on his face?"
It asks directly.
"You guys are in the same group?"
Ryuga narrowed his eyes.
"That's right, what's wrong?"
"You bastard, now put down the doctors from our team and explain the group behind you. I promise I won't beat you to death."
"Those masked clones are really troublesome. They robbed other people of their money, but they didn't get rid of them."
The little mouth complained helplessly.
"Asshole, did you hear what I said? If you don't do what I say, I will shoot you!"
Ryuga threatened.
"Shoot, do you dare?"
The corners of his small mouth turned up [??], revealing a very sarcastic smile.
With just one glance, veins bulged on the forehead of the man holding a gun behind him.
"boom!"
Gunfire rang out.
"What a guy looking for death!"
Ryuga said with a sinister expression.
"You are indeed seeking death."
Xiaozui agreed with his words.
The yellow bullet squeezed out of his temple in front of everyone and fell to the ground.
"monster!?"
Seeing this scene, the gangsters blocking the door immediately took out their weapons, and a series of gunshots rang out.
"One, two, three, four, five, six people, and one less person who didn't shoot. Don't you dare to shoot? Tsk..."
He smacked his mouth in displeasure, and the black gauntlet turned into a sharp blade.
The next moment, a young man who had only joined the gang not long ago and was just doing errands in the gang. Standing behind many gang seniors, he felt that his face was splashed with a warm substance, followed by a fishy smell. The smell hits your nose...
But when he opened his eyes again, the seniors who were alive a second ago had become part of the hell map.
Several heads rolled to the ground at the same time, and fountains of blood and fireworks bloomed around them.
"The beauty of life lies in the fleeting moment. Unfortunately, I can only kill the unforgivable bad guys and the guys who launch fatal attacks on me indiscriminately."
The little mouth sighed, and some evil black mud surged out of the black armor on his body, swallowing up the corpses on the ground. He ignored the frightened novices and returned to the Mediterranean doctor who was slumped on the ground. He leaned down and continued the question. talk.
"What did you want to answer just now?"
"Sumi Muroto, an expert on gastroenterovirus, is my customer. She often comes to me to buy the corpses of gangsters who died in territorial fights, but she takes the fresh corpses back to do research experiments on gastroenterovirus. Specifically I don’t know what the experiment was, but I’m sure she is an expert in the field of gastroenterovirus in the Tokyo area.”
The Mediterranean doctor quickly replied that for the sake of his own life, he had betrayed all his biggest regular customers.
"Where is the person?"
"people at……"
Mediterranean reported an address.
"Thank you, but I look forward to being fooled by you even more!"
After saying this meaningfully, Xiaozui left the black clinic.
. . . .
In a single-family villa building in Setagaya District, a female doctor with wavy hair injects a tube of specially prepared gastroenterovirus into a fresh corpse, then squats beside the testing equipment. Holding a pen and paper, he recorded various data floating on the instrument.
"Strengthen human cells and give them powerful regenerative capabilities that are not weaker than those of gastrea. Even resurrection from the dead is possible, but the values are not stable enough. There is a high probability that the user of the medicine will be lost. For the rational gasterozoans, it seems that the buffering solution still needs to be prepared..."
Sumire Muroto muttered to herself, as the corpse on the bed began to transform into a corpse. When the tightly tied body tried to sit up, and its forearms moved as if to catch her, this experimental maniac was full of temperament. Doctor Yu Jie picked up the black pistol on the experimental table next to her and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang, bang!"
After two shots were fired, bullets containing phoenium metal were driven into the corpse's head and heart respectively. This corpse experiment of developing special medicine using gastroenterovirus as raw material came to an end temporarily.
"Poor Jeffrey, all the damaged brains have been knocked out, but don't worry, I will definitely give you a decent funeral. Well, I will use my favorite hydrofluoric acid to dissolve you. "
Sumire Muroto caressed the corpse face of a strange man on the experimental table, whom she did not recognize but had a nice name. Her movements were as gentle as those of a lover, but the words she spoke made people feel a little nervous. Numb.
After unplugging some instruments and pushing the experimental bed into the cold ice room next to it, Sumire Muroto couldn't help but sigh as she saw that there was no fresh corpse inside. "There are no more experimental materials." , it’s really hard to collect the corpses recently, if I had known, I would have cut them into pieces for testing.”
"Crack!"
Suddenly, something fell at her feet.
"Hey, this is a fresh human severed hand?"
Sumire Muroto was not frightened by the sudden appearance of the severed hand, but frowned and looked around the cold storage room.
"who is it?"
Her voice echoed in the room.
"it's me."
The little mouth appeared in front of the other party silently.
Sumire Muroto turned around and was startled by the red gums and white teeth so close at hand.
"who are you?"
She instinctively took a few steps back and stopped before questioning.
"I am a servant of the evil god."
The little mouth answered.
"Huh? Where did this evil...religious leader come from?"
After looking at the severed hand on the ground in front of her, Sumire Muroto changed her tune in time.
"It's not something like religion, but the master who divided me is a real evil god, and he came to this world."
In an era of doomsday, it is normal for various cults to appear.
Sumire Muroto was not surprised by this. There were more cults during the Cataclysm, and some even worshiped gastrea animals as gods.
"Then, as a servant of the evil god, why do you, a stranger, come to my home?"
Sumire Muroto asked.
"My master gave me some tasks, including finding people who have research on gastroenterovirus to join us."
"So, you guys found me?"
Sumire Muroto felt a little headache.
"Can you tell me how you know about me?"
she asked.
"I found out about you at a black clinic."
The little mouth didn't hold anything back.
"I knew that was the case. The guy in the gray area was so unscrupulous that he betrayed my information like this."
Sumire Muroto kicked her hands in her pockets, but she said to the strangely dressed person opposite [Small Mouth]: "If you want to invite me to join your sect, then please forgive me for refusing. I have no intention of joining any unknown sect.”
"I have said before, I am not a representative of any religion."
"The same goes for other forces."
"Now that I've been approached, it's not up to you to make the decision.
Your personal wishes are actually not that important to me. "
Her small mouth grinned and she looked mockingly at Sumire Muroto, who took out a pistol from her pocket.
"But it would be better if you volunteered!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and the cold storage door behind him was closed suddenly.
"Click!"
There were even people outside who locked the door.
Raising the hand holding the gun, Sumire Muroto pointed the muzzle of the gun at the small mouth.
"What does it mean?"
"According to the code of conduct set by my troublesome master, you have the right to make another choice before you are completely frozen into a popsicle by the air-conditioning here.
Ah, originally, strong power can control weak beings to do things they don’t want to do, but we are willing to respect the private wishes of weak beings. Therefore, your thoughts are not under control, they are your own free things. ! "
Xiaozui sat down in front of Sumire Muroto, and the words she spoke had a sense of ridicule that she deserved to be beaten.
"I have seen the experiment you just conducted, and it proves that you are a useful guy. Therefore, I will stay here with you temporarily, waiting for you to change your mind, or to help you regain control of your cold body."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Sumire Muroto frowned. The indifferent attitude of the weird guy in front of her made her realize this.
"You have to ask yourself, are you afraid of death?"
The raised corners of her mouth made Sumire Muroto have the urge to shoot, but after thinking about it, she held back.
After confirming that the little mouth sitting down really didn't intend to do anything, Sumire Muroto started to save herself.
Shooting the lock, you only do it in a sealed icehouse environment because of your brains. Are you really not afraid of ricocheting yourself to death?
The cell phone, there was a ghost signal in the freezer. Even if there was a little signal, she left it outside and didn't bring it in.
So, what about the ventilation ducts?
Thinking of this, Sumire Muroto looked at the pipe opening in the corner.
This large mosaic icehouse is specially used to store corpses. When corpses are processed, there will always be odors. Therefore, this icehouse is connected to a large ventilation duct, which will be replaced regularly. gas.
Sumire Muroto walked over, kicked open the pipe lid with a few kicks, turned her head and took a cautious look at the little mouth, then lay down and crawled backwards into the pipe.
But maybe she didn't consider the size of her bust, but got stuck at the mouth of the pipe after reaching her breasts.
Sumire Muroto tried her best, and the person shrank in a little more, and then nothing happened. The place directly turned into some kind of film set, and the person was completely fixed at the mouth of the pipe. He could not get in or get out. When I came outside, I was completely stuck on the wall.
"Hey, guy over there, can you come over and give me a hand?"
After remaining in this state for half an hour, her exposed arms were frozen. Sumire Muroto couldn't bear it, but she asked Xiaozui for help.
"Hey, are you stuck?"
Little Mouth knew what he was asking, so he started laughing when he came over.
"So fat!"
Sumire Muroto's brows twitched, resisting the urge to shoot the guy in front of her, and asked: "Can you give me a hand?"
"Do you want to change your mind?"
Little Mouth asked back.
Sumire Muroto: "..."
The little mouth was also silent, facing this person with an open mouth.
Another hour passed.
For the first time, Sumire Muroto regretted living alone.
No one would come to her home for ten days and a half.
[However, tomorrow will be the time for Enju’s routine physical examination. At that time, Satomi Rentaro will bring little Enju over...]
Originally, this was what Sumire Muroto thought, but after she felt that her head was a little dizzy, her fingers had become difficult to move, and her arms were turning purple, she knew that her condition could not last long.
Her body was in a squeezed state, the blood flow in her body was slow, and the environment in the icehouse was cold, but her hands were suffering from frostbite.
And if it continues, it may freeze and cause death, which is completely foreseeable.
"Let me ask you a question, what do you want me to do?"
Sumire Muroto's voice was a little dry as she asked.
"Cure diseases and save people!"
The little mouth answered succinctly.
"What disease to cure and who to save?"
Sumire Muroto asked.
"Cure the disease caused by the gastroenterovirus and save the little girl in your world who you call the Cursed Child."
The little mouth answered again.
"Are you serious?"
Sumire Muroto's eyes widened.
"Who are you? Are you worthy of me deceiving you?"
The little mouth asked back, still full of ridicule.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?"
Sumire Muroto felt like crying but had no tears.
"So, you've changed your mind and want to join us?"
"Join, I'll join, stop talking nonsense, my hand is going to die, please save me!"
Sumire Muroto almost shouted.
