He saved my life.
Life debt.
This word echoed in Kawakami Tsuji's brain, and this voice kept swirling and stirring in his skull.
In the end, Kawakamiji didn't know whether the word spilled out of his mouth. He couldn't control his thoughts and words, couldn't control everything.
"I had serious injuries and infections. A high fever can make you confused, like a Veritaserum injection, ah, or confessional, but I prefer the former name, it's the same thing anyway.
I had an infection at that time, yes, an infection, and a shot of antibiotics actually took care of it. But that's the Middle East, and people are either hungry and skinny or shooting around with guns. Although there is oil underground there is nothing above ground.
There are no hospitals, doctors, or antibiotics. We can't enter the place where these things are, because our identity is not good... The idiots in the research team left a piece of information there, and those idiots can lose everything.
Well, I'm one of those idiots now, and that's a really frustrating thing.
That information is in the hands of a local leader. They think it is the secret weapon of Army A. In fact, they think so about everything they can't understand.
Peaceful negotiation, we chose peaceful negotiation at the beginning. The biggest mistake at that time was to believe that these guys still had brains, and those people always wanted to round us up..."
"How did you get hurt?" the gentleman asked.
"Well, it was a gunshot wound to my thigh, but it missed an artery. I bet you can't imagine how much rust, sludge, and bacteria were on that bullet—at least not Tetanus, or I would have been dead.
But the infection is really difficult. In the first few days, I could still drag my injured leg around, but in the next few days, I couldn't even lift my fingers.
Then there is the high fever... You will feel chilled all over, and even the bones will be filled with ice slag. In such a hot place, at least I don't have time to complain about being molted by the poisonous sun. I still want to get a tan? and--"
"You didn't mention this in your mission report."
Kawakami was stunned for a few seconds by the sudden interruption. He was like a computer that suddenly crashed, and then slowly started to run again, but it inevitably started to freeze:
"This is not something suitable to be reported." Kawakami said slowly, "My mission almost failed... and I almost died. Armagnac told me that there is no need to write this in the mission. And the injury report, When I come back, all the doctors will be able to see my injuries..."
"What happened next?"
what happened? Kawakami tried to recall, but he didn't need to work hard. Hyperamnesia ensured that all memories were as clear as yesterday.
This clarity also brought some burden, and Kawakami began to describe all the trivial things and all the feelings:
Flames danced in front of his eyes, flames, flamethrowers, fires that Armagnac raised with waste paper - he used the flames to burn a knife, a small dagger, sterilize it, and then dig out the pus, blood and rotten flesh... …
He should be screaming.
The pain began to spread and took root in every cell molecule in the body. These pains had nothing to do with the wound, and it would not be eliminated even if the wound healed. It was more than just a wound, or even just pain.
Infection, a word broke into his thinking.
He knew that he was infected, infected, infected, infected, the bacteria were raging in his body, flies were following him, why were there so many flies in such a bad place... It would be too boring to die for this reason, Kawakami thought.
Infect……
At least Armagnac didn't abandon him, especially after he fell. If Armagnac left Kawakami and acted alone, no one would blame him. When he was awake, Kawakami knew that the other party had been carrying him around, with a white cloth wrapped around him, like a corpse, carrying a corpse on his back.
But the wound continued to worsen, and Armagnac spent more and more time burning the wound with flames. Kawakami drank four-fifths of their water and used some of it to apply to their foreheads to physically cool down until they had no more water. Armagnac even threw away the empty bottles of water because they had become A burden, in fact, he is the biggest burden, he is the biggest burden...
That night when there was no water, Armagnac placed Kawakami in the ruins. The concrete slabs and the remains of the building formed a triangle. He stuffed him there, hid him, and stuffed the body into the coffin. The same as inside, and then blocked the entrance.
"Are you giving up on me?"
Kawakamiji was woken up, the pain was still tearing at him, and there was also a sense of emptiness and emptiness caused by the chaotic thoughts, which even surpassed the pain.
"I have to find a way to save you and wait until I come back." Lord Yin Sen said.
Waiting, Kawakamiji hates waiting, most of the waiting has no results. It is human nature to live up to the expectations of others... At least Armagnac will weave a lie and let Kawakami die in expectation. Wait, he should leave him a gun, a gun to use to commit suicide... Suicide is easier than waiting...
Suddenly, Kawakami's consciousness left him again, but a part of it remained, pulling hard on his life like the strings tying a kite.
Kawakami heard the sound of the wind, Armagnac's footsteps, and then the intensive gunshots. Armagnac passed through the war zone, the wilderness, the place where the poor gathered, the war zone, the war zone, the gunfire stopped, Human shouts...
This was followed by the creaking of the door and the white noise of electricity. The effect of the eavesdropper will be weakened when the distance is too far, but the sound is so clear to Kawakami, who is tortured by a sense of nothingness.
"Yin Sen..."
Someone called Armagnac that, in English, and that person spoke English very well. These people have countless names, but instinct tells Kawakami that this name is true.
Yin Sen, Yin Sen what? This name was followed by the surname Mohu, but Kawakamiji didn't hear it clearly.
"I want antibiotics, other anti-inflammatory drugs, gauze and iodine - forget it, just give me a first aid kit."
"This is against the rules, you can't-"
"Now, now."
There was a loud noise, and someone slapped something. Then with an annoyed murmur, Armagnac repeated his plea.
The other person relented and asked, "What's going on? I need to know the details."
"I have a friend……"
Ah, there is a Friends series. Kawakami began to wonder whether he was hallucinating or whether Armagnac was really looking for another person to ask for drugs. Friend, almost no one within the organization uses this word.
Armagnac described gunshot wounds, high fever, rotting tissue, pus and blood. After listening to the description, the man gave an objective verdict:
"It's hopeless, Yin Sen. It's impossible to cure the infection for so long. It's very likely that he has contracted sepsis. The best way is to wait for him to die and then find a good place to bury him."
"I know, I want to give it a try. There's nothing to lose if I can't save you."
"Okay, wayward guy, do you know these things are more precious than gold in the Middle East..."
There was a rustling sound in the plastic bag, and something, medicine that could save Kawakami, was put into the bag. Armagnac thanked him in a low voice, and Kawakami heard footsteps and hesitant voices again:
"Yin Sen, what's under your collar?"
Ah, the bug.
Kawakami knew that his little trick had been discovered. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. His lungs felt like they were soaked in cement. At this time, it was difficult to even breathe, let alone laugh. It was discovered at the right time...
Then there was the sound of something breaking, and a sharp buzzing sound. The bug attached to Yin Sen was destroyed.
…………
Without the stimulation of external sounds, Kawakami Tsumugi's consciousness was completely dissociated in the darkness, and perhaps he would be dissociated in the darkness forever. Until someone roughly pulled him out of his hiding place and woke him up.
"Swallow it," Armagnac ordered.
He gave him pills and then water. Fortunately, Kawakami didn't completely lose consciousness and still had the ability to swallow on his own. He gave me some more water and a few more pills.
After doing this, Kawakami felt Armagnac tearing his clothes and searching his body, looking for a device to receive the bug.
Kawakami knew that he would find a pair of folding headphones in the secret pocket on the inside of his shirt - this was just a cover. The real receiving device was a miniature speaker attached to the inside of Kawakami's ear canal, which would hardly be discovered. Wearing may damage hearing.
But this pretense made Armagnac stop the search, because he found that the headset had obviously never been taken out, and under the influence of infection, its thoughtful owner had not had time to use it:
"Kid," he whispered to himself, "I'm glad you're too sick to do anything bad now."
"Maybe there will be no chance in the future. But I tried my best." Armagnac added.
Maximum effort. Kawakami remembers what the man who spoke to Armagnac said was sepsis. If all the blood in his body is damaged, no one can save him, even if countless injections of antibiotics are injected into his blood...
Fortunately, the situation is not serious enough.
Kawakami's fever subsided at noon the next day, and his ulcerated leg began to heal under the influence of medicine. Amazingly, he was getting better, didn't die after being infected for so many days, and didn't even burn out his brain. After successfully controlling his body, Kawakami lay idle on the ground, pulling at the sun-heated ashes and calculating his latitude and longitude using the shadows of the branches.
Armagnac picked him up to prevent the wound from becoming infected again. Then he dangled the headphones in front of Kawakami Tsumugi with a dark face:
"Spying on me, kid? If I had a bad temper, I would just throw you to the dogs. To be honest, you are not dead even after being infected like this. You are really a medical miracle."
"...Don't call me a kid." Kawakami took a long time to hold back the words, "Thank you, Armagnac."
Armagnac did not express much gratitude to him: "Why are you not a brat? You should go to college at your age."
"Going to school? That would be a disaster."
"To be honest, organizations need to improve their members' credentials and at least teach them how to use polite language."
"Speaking of the organization, it seems that we haven't completed our mission yet?" Tsumugi Kawakami thought of this and said softly, "We have to find a way on our own to find the bastard who shot me, and then get back the information and take revenge on the way."
The topic flowed by like this. Kawakami didn't ask why Armagnac had connections in the Middle East, a place he was unfamiliar with, and could get these medicines.
They discussed what to do next. It seemed that no one had ever dragged someone's feverish body around in this chaotic area for so long, surrounded by smelly mosquitoes and flies, with the shadow of the god of death coveting behind them.
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"Yin Sen, after completing the mission, I returned to Japan. I investigated him based on this name, and found a man named Yin Sen Hondo.
An American-Japanese man, a poor and unemployed vagrant, returned to China by chance to develop his career. Apart from his name, his trajectory was almost the same as that of Armagnac.
I didn't continue the investigation, there was no need, everyone has their own secrets. I think Armagnac’s secret is harmless and will not harm the organization. It should not..."
"It is a grave crime to know something and not report it." The gentleman said coldly, "Don't be confused about right and wrong, Kashasha."
"But I killed him, I killed Armagnac. I...I proved my loyalty." Kawakami hissed.
"Why bomb?"
"I... don't want his body to be taken away by the research team. Destroying it is the best option. The bomb can ensure that his body is intact."
Kawakami Tsumugi's voice became softer and softer. Sweat blurred his eyes and overflowed again, sliding down his cheeks.
"Armagnac is my friend after all. I, I can only do this for him..."
The doctor gestured to the camera. The interrogation time has been long enough. The drug is spreading in Kashasha's body. If this continues, C750 will cause irreversible damage to his body.
"Last question, if Armagnac hadn't attacked you, would you have let him go?"
"I..." Kashasha's voice was choked. For a moment, he looked confused, dazed, and a little painful, but under the influence of C750, he still answered the question:
"I don't know," he whispered, "I don't know."
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After the interrogation.
The doctor and the gentleman chatted briefly.
"The side effects of C750 are really strong. First, it damages the kidneys and damages multiple organs as the blood circulates. Then it destroys the human nervous system. I have tried to weaken these side effects."
The doctor looked at Kashasha's case and made his own suggestions.
"However, I still hope that Kashasha can stay in the infirmary for at least a week."
The C750 is Kashasha's handiwork, very subtle, very subtle. It can be seen that the researchers have put a lot of thought into it, not just on the efficacy of the medicine.
This kind of neurological drug has addictive properties. In order to reduce this, Kashaxia has increased its side effects and cost.
Out of curiosity, the doctor tried to replace the drugs that were causing side effects, but failed. The replaced C750 replaced the previous effect.
But doctors think Kashasha can do it.
In other words, C750 can be released in a form with smaller side effects and cheaper price.
But it would be difficult to limit its use to torture chambers without falling into the same category as some mind-devouring drugs.
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
After all, humans want to try anything when they get high.
Getting rid of the stuff before you get addicted to it is a good way to say no to those things. The doctor was slanderous, but this made him change his mind about Kashasha, so the results of the interrogation did not surprise him too much.
The bottom line is difficult to break through. Kashasha obviously has his own principles and a bit of humanity.
The gentleman sighed quietly:
"Kashasha never makes people worry...how should he be punished? He is so presumptuous because he sees this clearly. I can't always tolerate him."
"Corporal punishment is not recommended." The doctor gave advice from his professional perspective. "C750 can kill him for half his life, and Kashasha's physical condition is too poor. It can directly cleanse the memory."
There is no need to punish him for something that never happened, the doctor thought. In any case, Armagnac died, and Kashasha made the right choice, even though he struggled.
"Clean the memory... the time interval is too short. Slow it down a little, and save the punishment for this time." The gentleman decided.
