"Well, sir, can I have some lemon candy before I accept the punishment?" Kawakami smiled dryly, trying his best to appear nervous, "It can calm me down."
Kawakami Tsumugi has seen many people's reactions to C750 Confession Agent, most of them with the fearless and unruly attitude of ignorant people. As for the subjects in the experimental group... those are not very good memories.
But he is different from them. Kawakamiji knows the function of C750 and has even studied the solution privately. He needs to calm down and show nervousness at the same time, which is the reaction that some interrogators should have.
Grenache may be a good reference, although the confessional agent injected by the other party is not C750.
At least people can't see the emptiness in his heart - it's not that he has no fear, it's just that Kawakami has almost lost the feeling of fear.
The gentleman didn't answer him.
"Okay, I hope I can speak clearly even under the effects of the potion..." Kawakami whispered.
The door of the interrogation room opened, and someone pushed a metal cart in. The man's footsteps were very soft, his hair was tightly wrapped in a light green surgical cap, and he was wearing a mask and goggles.
"Doctor."
Kawakami stared at the person for a few seconds and recognized the other person's identity. He was the doctor from the F country branch. To this day, Kawakami didn't know the other person's name.
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
"I have diluted the C750 you studied to a certain extent. The effect will be weakened, but its impact on the body will also be weakened and controlled within the range you can adapt to." The doctor introduced calmly, "But, your The body reacts specifically to certain drugs, so there are still risks."
Gee, is it equivalent to using him to test medicine?
"Um."
Kawakami didn't know what to say, so he responded dullly. He looked at the box on the metal cart, a very small box, and the medicine should be in that box.
The doctor did not open the box. He took out a bag containing snacks from his pocket.
"I only have assorted fruit candies here, but they should have lemon flavor in them."
Unexpectedly, the request he made casually was actually fulfilled, which made Kawakami even a little happy. The sugar was too sweet and it would take a long time to melt it all away. Kawakami only held it for thirty seconds before chewing it up and swallowing it.
"Let's get started, doctor."
Kawakami tilted his head meekly to make it easier for the other party to inject the medicine. He felt that what was injected into his body was more like liquid ice, but soon, this coldness melted.
"According to the experimental data, it takes one to two minutes for C750 to take effect, and there are strong individual differences. Well, I have conducted five experiments, and the data are different each time. The time for the drug to fully take effect is different... "
Kawakami felt that he could no longer control his tongue, and many things rushed out.
"Nakamura Akira asked me if the sample was too small. I told him to shut up and don't waste the experimental subjects on such boring questions. The potion will always take effect anyway, and the first-stage experimental subjects will talk nonsense... I seem to Are you talking nonsense? Really? Really?"
"In fact, what you said is very logical." The doctor replied.
"Yes, logical, logical." Kawakami caught the new word, and his thoughts followed the word uncontrollably, "I like this word, although chaotic thinking is human nature. When something When something is logical, it's either truth or shit, maybe more of the latter? There isn't much shit on the streets of Yoneka Town, but those messy things are just like shit. Oh, and there's bourbon."
"Bourbon?"
Someone asked again, who is the mechanical voice? This tone is so strange...
"He stinks, ah, this is an exaggerated figure of speech, no, no, a way of expression? In short, it is some very smelly associations, whether it is skin color or personality, anyway, he is very annoying, and the guys in the intelligence team are very annoying, Led by Rum..."
"...by the way, I really hate the code name of rum. Why do so many people think that cachacia is white rum? I swear on the reputation of that gentleman that they are completely different. Even though I have never drank it. , but I think Kashasha is definitely sweeter..."
The doctor couldn't hold back. He raised the corners of his mouth reservedly through the mask and swore in the name of so-and-so. This sentence pattern can well reflect the problem - for example, a guy was talking about who was the flag when running a train. .
Without training, confessional agents are almost indestructible.
But it can be resisted, the body's resistance after repeated training, and self-hypnosis, misinterpret or confuse the inquirer's meaning, amplify unimportant information, and make ineffective verbal output around it...
But after all, this is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. Under repeated cross-examination, the interrogators can still get the answers they want.
Moreover, Kawakami has never injected himself with C750, and he does not know whether the defense methods against other confessional agents are useful.
At least now, Kawakamiji feels like he can't control his words at all.
[After being injected with C750, the subjects will have a period of loss of speech control. At this time, they still have a certain level of logical thinking ability. But as the drug takes effect, this logical thinking ability will collapse. 】
The doctor contacted the gentleman via text message.
[When can the inquiry start? 】
[When he calms down, he will get the least invalid answers at this time. 】
It took a full five minutes for Kawakami Tsumugi to calm down. All the words that filled his mind came out obliquely.
During this period, the gentleman and the doctor remained silent, and did not throw out new keywords to guide Kawakami's thinking.
Until Kawakami's mouth went dry as he spoke, he felt that his thoughts slowly stopped after running rapidly, and his vision began to blur. The strong light was very uncomfortable, so Kawakami lowered his head.
Thirsty……
His brain struggled to convey this information to him, and Kawakami murmured a fragmented word:
"water."
Then he got water, something like a glass tube was put into his mouth, and then the cool liquid was injected in, and Kawakami swallowed hurriedly.
The water problem is solved, and then... next...
…………
"name."
Name, name...what is it? Who is asking him? By the way, interrogation... He is being interrogated, Armagnac...
"Kawakami Tsumugi." He paused and uttered another word, "Kashasha."
"How did you let Armagnac go?"
Let go? A part of Kawakami's brain was still complaining that this kind of leading question was unethical. He wanted to point this out, but what came out of his mouth were other words:
"Let go? I thought about it, but I killed him and he wanted to kill me. I didn't expect that, so I killed him... I thought we were friends, maybe?"
"Why didn't Gin be notified?"
"This is my mission." The gray-haired young man smiled nervously, "There is no need for Gin to intervene. I am monitoring Reina Sui. I discovered an abnormality in her movement trajectory, so I went to see what happened. thing."
The gentleman seemed to have discovered a flaw in his question, and he spoke again: "Why didn't you tell anyone about Shui Wu Lina's abnormality?"
"Because this is my mission." Kawakami repeated this sentence stubbornly, "Also, I have a guess about the contact person of Mizuno. I think it may be Armagnac. I need to confirm my guess. You can’t... you can’t let things become irreversible.”
"What happened after Reina Mizuno and Armagnac met?"
"They chatted for a few words at first...it was normal...then Armagnac fired and started to interrogate Mizuki Reina, as if it was about the American arms smuggler..."
"Why do you think the person Mizuno Reina wants to meet is Armagnac?"
Because of the system, the task of changing the established destiny of Yin Sen Hall is a task that can never be completed. Kawakami wanted to answer, but felt a throbbing pain in his brain.
Kawakami couldn't help groaning due to the throbbing pain. His eyes, which were like decorations, finally saw something: incandescent lights, glare, the doctor's goggles reflecting light, and cameras, cameras with red light.
Something stopped him from letting the word "system" slip out of his mouth. Kawakamiji showed a painful expression.
"They... are very close. Gin and I have read their chat history, and Reina Mizuno trusts him very much. And... I know Armagnac's real name."
"Real name?"
"Master Yin Sen, I know his name is Master Yin Sen. However, I did not follow this clue to investigate..."
Kawakami Tsumugi already wanted to cry out in despair. Failure to report the information could already be linked to betrayal. Betrayal, if loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal. That gentleman will not kill him, but other things are not necessarily true.
"Why didn't you investigate further?"
You can't say this... No, absolutely not...
He seemed to have fallen into a trance again, as if he had been hypnotized, leaving only the instinct to talk.
"He saved me once." Tsumugi Kawakami whispered, "He saved my life when we were in the Middle East."
