Kashasha must not be clear-headed.
Because he led Scotland to start discussing life ideals and philosophy with great interest, talking clearly and quoting scriptures, without any preface and follow-up words, and from time to time some foreign languages were mixed in.
Anyway, it didn’t directly answer Scotland’s question of “whether it’s worth it”.
The doctor on the side had a solemn face and directed his assistant to push back Kashasha who was still trying to get out of bed after chatting: "Could it be that he was taking drugs, but the blood sample is normal?"
"I'm not taking drugs." Tsumugi Kawakami muttered in a low voice, "I keep myself clean, I don't smoke cigarettes, I don't drink alcohol... I just have a sore wound and want to distract myself... By the way, Scotland, are you listening to me?"
In fact, when in a state of fever, poisoning, hallucinogens, etc., Kawakami's thoughts run faster, but they are uncontrollable and spread out everywhere.
His brain was swollen and painful, his temples were throbbing, and all kinds of information were rushing out: the organization's confidential information was mixed with the novels he had read, and a few molecular structure formulas and maybe a few curse words popped up indirectly. …
At this time, words can partially relieve mental discomfort.
Tsumugi Kawakami has received anti-torture training. He remembers the last time he memorized "Das Kapital" in the interrogation room all night, and then became a legend among the interrogators.
"Does the wound hurt? I've given you anesthesia." The doctor frowned.
"... Romance and nihilism really go hand in hand, just like genius on the left and madman on the right? There is only one true heroism in the world, and that is to still love it after recognizing the truth of life..." Kawakami Tsumugi was still thinking casually. , "Although life is the same as shit, it's good that I can't smell the stink of abalone after being in it for a long time..."
The doctor did not hesitate to pick up a tube of sedative from the operating table and prick Kawakami's neck.
The ward finally became quiet.
"What are you still doing here?" After pulling out the needle from Kashasha, the doctor glanced at Scotland with disgust, "Get out."
"but……"
"Get out."
Scotland left the ward quite obediently.
In fact, he was a little worried, but he was not a professional doctor and couldn't help much there, and Kashasha really needed to rest.
The doctor closed the door and dimmed the light. Then he took the thermometer out of Kashasha's armpit.
103.1 degrees Fahrenheit. (39.5 degrees Celsius)
The body temperature rose instead of falling, the doctor recorded in the medical record.
Kashasha's constitution is very special. Some drugs, such as anesthetics, tranquilizers, and epinephrine, need to be carefully controlled. If the dosage is too high, it will be fatal, and if the dosage is too low, it will be useless.
Like now.
The potion can make normal people fall asleep, but Kawakami finally calmed down and opened his eyes.
"The look in your eyes when you look at me is very familiar..." Kawakami asked slowly, "From the research team? From the medical department? Do you have a code name? How many years have you been working? What do you specialize in?"
"None of your business." The doctor closed the curtain beside his bed, "Have a good rest."
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Tranquilizers have limited but useful effects.
Kawakami Tsumugi was sleeping soundly this time, and if it hadn't been for the uninvited visitors, he would have continued to sleep.
"Belmod?"
"How was your rest, dear?"
"It's not bad, it would be better if you didn't come." He breathed lazily and accidentally pulled the wound on his waist, which completely woke him up from the pain.
"So what are you here for?"
"Of course, let's look at your miserable condition~" Belmode still held Grenache in the face, laughing so hard that he deserved to be beaten. "By the way, that gentleman gave you half a month's leave."
"Wait a minute, Sir, have you granted leave?" The sun has come out from the west. "Does this holiday count as recuperation time?"
"It doesn't count."
Not counting the recovery time... then it's about a month. Quite kind. Kawakami thought.
"Ah, it seems that Gin has to do all the work alone. I suddenly feel a little sorry for him..."
"Don't just act like a good guy while you're getting an advantage here." Belmod said, "Also, the liaison officer strongly wants to see you."
"No, no, no." Kawakami refused, "Whether I see him or not will not affect the outcome of the interrogation, it doesn't matter."
Whether it's torture or a shot of C750 confessional, the winery will always find a way to get the information out. There is no need for Kawakamiji to come forward.
"You are about to die," Bermod raised his eyebrows, "According to your hypocritical character, you should generously agree to the liaison officer's request. What provoked you, Kashasha?"
"Ah -" Kawakami said in a long tone, "Although I am a scumbag to the core, my conscience still hurts a little bit about deceiving others into trusting me."
"It's amazing." Belmode was silent for five seconds and then started to applaud. "This is the first time I've seen someone insult the words 'scum', 'conscience' and 'pain' at the same time in one sentence."
Kawakami hesitated for half an hour and finally decided to go see Enzo. The main reason is that Belmode pushed the wheelchair here, and Kawakami wanted to try the feeling of sitting in a wheelchair.
Torture chamber.
The white light is so bright that it makes people dizzy after looking at it for a long time. In a narrow space, light is more oppressive than darkness.
Kawakami opened the door, controlled the wheelchair and slid in.
"I heard that you want to see me, Mr. Enzo." Kawakami said.
Compared to Alain Robert's gloomy and suspicious look, Tsumugi Kawakami wears his usual smiling mask, but this smile is full of ridicule here.
The ICPO liaison officer was restrained in an iron chair.
From the outside, he didn't appear to have been ill-treated, just a little tired, but Kawakami knew that the other person's spirit was riddled with holes. Tsui Kawakami knows best how powerful C750 confessional agent is.
Enzo raised his head, his eyeballs bloodshot.
"Who are you?" he hissed.
Before coming, Kawakami Tsumugi thought that the liaison officer would curse him in the most vicious words. But Enzo's reaction was very calm, perhaps knowing that cursing would only make people like Kawakami Tsumugi more proud.
"A certain mediocre organization member." After hesitating, Kawakami replied softly.
"What about Alain Robert?"
"He died from a sniper rifle."
After a moment of silence, Kawakami continued: "Then I took over his identity and planned this scam. I know what you want to confirm. Alan did not betray you, and Cognac's vision was not wrong. Your companions and The darkness fought until the very end.”
"You are really..." Enzo couldn't choose a suitable adjective for a moment, "You are too vicious."
"Thank you very much." Kawakami shrugged, "I can swear that everything I said is true... After all, there is no point in deceiving a dead person. You can treat this as a unique hospice care, throw away your stance, I respect every opponent."
Enzo sneered: "Justice will defeat you."
"Perhaps courage lasts forever and faith lasts forever." Tsumugi Kawakami turned around in his wheelchair, "But there are always people like me in the world, so I don't think so."
"No one can defeat anyone, it's just a collision of dynamic balances." Kawakami concluded.
