The effect of ether is quite unreliable——for Tsumugi Kawakami.
His physique is different from that of most people. Most people will fall down when exposed to ether, and no matter how much they ingest, it will not be fatal.
As for Kawakami Tsumugi... he used the organization's laboratory to test that a small amount of ether could only cause mild dizziness, while an excessive amount of ether would cause paralysis of his respiratory center and suffocation - he almost killed himself that time.
Afterwards, Kawakami learned from the experience and developed several narcotics with fast onset, low side effects, easy to control the intake and not easy to become addicted. The latest result is C709, which knocked down all the gin brothers at the beginning.
Thanks to the suicidal behavior of the previous experiment, Kawakami Tsumugi now felt nauseated when he smelled ether. He held his breath, closed his eyes obediently and "commatose", and fell into the arms of the murderer.
The latter patiently covered his mouth and nose for a few seconds, and then roughly dragged him into the van.
"Are you still angry? Don't cover the person to death." Someone said roughly.
"You're still alive, not dead."
The person who fainted Kawakami put his finger to his nose and started to search him after feeling the weak air flow.
They only touched money, lighters, and cigarettes, perfectly avoiding all dangerous items on his body.
The back of the van was connected to the front seat, and the two men threw him in the back without even binding his hands and feet.
Immediately afterwards, Kawakamiji smelled the smell of smoke. Judging from this smell, the two people were obviously enjoying the stolen goods on his body.
...Sure enough, criminals other than wineries are not very good.
Kawakami opened his eyes to look at the environment. The interior of the van was very shabby, which meant there were many traces:
There was a small amount of blood that had turned into a brown stain, several pieces of clothing that looked like they belonged to other victims, a jack, a wrench—the weapons were actually placed where the victim could reach them, and cigarette butts.
With luck, he most likely found the right person, unless there were other human traffickers in the area.
After confirming this, Kawakami relaxed.
The turbid air made him uncomfortable. The smell of gasoline, sweat, and inferior leather, and second-hand smoke made it worse.
In fact, Kawakami Tsumugi didn't like the smell of cigarettes. He regretted that he had to use cigarettes to pretend to be B before. In the end, he was the unlucky one.
"Just three this week."
"That's good. Mihua is being targeted by police."
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Rice Krispies, Rice Krispies Town?
Kawakamiji captured key information from their few words.
As far as Kawakamiji knows, Yoneka Town is a very magical place.
The amazing thing is that the crime rate ranks first in Tokyo, and it is dominated by murders - murders committed by ordinary people, often killing the organization's partners or mission targets indiscriminately.
More than once, Tsumugi Kawakami felt cold when he saw the report handed over by Gin from his subordinates, stating that the mission had failed due to force majeure.
The two of them then started chatting about useless topics: which company released a new game, how the girls in a certain area were doing... nothing useful.
After listening for a while, Kawakami began to wander in his mind. He instinctively calculated the van's driving route through the buildings flashing past the window, and compared it with the surveillance distribution map of this area.
There are still experts within this organization. At least the route has avoided most surveillance. Judging from the speed at which they found themselves, they may have "borrowed" the police surveillance system.
What was a coincidence was that their route of action happened to pass through the mobile safe house opened by Belmode. But there are only a few main roads, and it’s normal to pass by them, so it should be just a coincidence.
About half an hour later, the van stopped in front of a low factory building.
Kawakamiji fell into a coma again.
He heard the window roll down, the driver talking to the doorman, speaking crude codes. Someone shined a flashlight into the car, and the light dangled in his face.
The inspection found no problems, and the van was restarted and parked inside the factory.
The man who had covered Kawakami with ether before opened the trunk, took him out, and lifted him onto his shoulders in a manner that did not consider the damage to the cargo.
Someone tied Kawakamiji's hands and feet with hemp rope, and covered his mouth and nose with an ether-soaked veil for a while, and then he was thrown into a small room.
Kawakamiji opened his eyes.
It was dark all around, and the narrow window reflected dim light.
Kawakamiji's night vision ability is better than that of ordinary people. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you gradually see the general outline of the room.
The door is a heavy iron door, and the window is covered with a tight anti-theft net. There is no monitoring.
Kawakamiji heard very light and shallow breathing. There was someone else in the room. Judging from the breathing rate, he should be in a coma.
His hands were tied behind his back, tightly but not professionally. Kawakami loosened the hemp rope until it was loose enough and then suddenly pulled out his left hand. After pulling out his left hand, his right hand was naturally freed.
The phalanges made a clicking sound, and they were put back together before the pain of dislocation could spread. Kawakami untied the hemp rope on his feet, tore open the hidden pocket on the inside of his clothes, took out the blade, and hid it properly in his cuffs.
There were two and a half-year-old children in the room, girls. The older one was about eleven or twelve years old, and the younger one was about five or six years old. They were placed in a corner with ropes tied around their hands and feet.
Kawakamiji went up to observe the situation of the two people:
His body temperature and pulse were normal; his body was covered with dirt; his eyes were red and swollen; his hands and feet showed signs of being repeatedly tied; his lips were chapped but not serious.
The condition of their clothes and skin showed that they had been imprisoned for several days; the condition of their lips showed that they had the opportunity to replenish water and perhaps food; the marks on their hands and feet showed that they had been released. According to Kawakami's speculation, it should be to solve the problem of eating and drinking. Excretion problems.
As long as someone comes into this room, Kawakami Tsumugi can think of more than a hundred ways to kill him.
The next objects of observation are windows and doors.
The iron door is solid, and if you look through the door crack, you can see that it is the most common latch type - completely eliminating the possibility of picking the lock from inside the room.
However, the iron door shafts were exposed and showed signs of age and rust. Tsumugi Kawakami brought many button-sized micro bombs, and only two of them placed on the door shaft could blow the door open.
But this is the worst of the worst.
The windows were opened a slit to let in fresh air. The windows are so small that even the youngest child can't climb out, not to mention there are anti-theft nets.
After surveying the environment, Kawakami sat back down cross-legged, cleared his mind, closed his eyes and rested.
He was a little curious as to whether Belmode had successfully sneaked in.
If his actions affect the other party's plan...
The impact on the problem is not too big. Kawakami Tsumugi trusts the other party's ability to adapt to changes, and the friendship between him and Belmod has not lasted for a day or two.
No matter how bad it happens, he will be the one to take the blame. In the worst case scenario, if the mission fails, the two of them will share the responsibility.
