Kawakami didn't answer this question directly. He drove Margaret directly to his private base and parked the car in the basement.
The research equipment is very complete, and it would take half a day for Kawakami to assemble it by himself. But Margaret, who came with the equipment, was a problem.
If members of this organization from the country A branch stay for one more day, there will be more hidden dangers.
Therefore, Kawakami planned to get the medicine Margaret needed first and get rid of the trouble as soon as possible.
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Margaret sat opposite Kawakami Tsumugi, holding her chin with her left hand. She was as motionless as a sculpture, watching the gray-haired young man who had put on research clothes playing with the equipment.
It has to be said that Kashasha's ghostly appearance became even more serious after he put on white clothes. In addition, this guy put away his usual smile when he concentrated on research, which made him look quite scary.
Based on this unhealthy appearance, Margaret once doubted whether Kashasha had any disease, but he was always active and active.
"How do I feel...that you're wondering when I'm going to die, Margaret?"
Kawakami Tsumugi felt chilled by his collaborator.
"You are more useful alive than dead," Margaret replied.
Kawakamiji rolled his eyes and focused on the test tube in his hand. Preparing a drug is simpler than researching an unfinished drug.
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The benefits of successfully researched prescriptions are endless. At first, Marguerite and Ricard tried to trick Kawakami into getting the prescription from him. We fought back and forth several times, and after discovering that both parties were old foxes who were difficult to get along with, they gave up the idea.
And moved from fraud and anti-fraud to partnership.
It was obvious that Ricard was unable to derive prescriptions from the drugs developed by Tsutomu Kawakami. Even though this guy was an all-round researcher involved in all aspects, he was far inferior to Kawakami Tsumugi in terms of pharmacy.
"With limited manpower, I can't make large-scale pharmaceuticals. It will take about two days to prepare what you want, and then you can leave quickly." Kawakamiji issued an eviction order in advance, "I don't care where you go, anyway, don't rely on me. this."
"Sounds faster than before," Margaret said thoughtfully.
"That's because I changed the formula. Don't worry, it won't affect the efficacy of the medicine. It just shortens the preparation process." Kawakami replied absently, "Don't even think about deriving the formula from my finished product. It's useless."
Margaret was not talking, but took out her mobile phone and typed silently. Kawakami glanced at it and felt that she was probably chatting with Ricard. After all, only Rikar has that kind of chatting style that swipes the screen.
Without the uncomfortable gaze, Kawakami Tsuyoshi relaxed briefly. He put the half-filled medicine back into the rack of test tubes. He took out his phone and sent a message to Scotland.
[I will not go back to the safe house in the past few days. If there is an emergency, please contact me via mobile phone——Cachaca]
【OK. ——Scotch]
Scotland responded two minutes later.
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Although the deadline given was two days, Kawakami finished it in only one and a half days. For this reason, he stayed up all night to catch up on the progress, and had to spare half a day to go to Gin for a mission.
When he was on a mission, Tsumugi Kawakami felt that he was on the verge of sudden death: staying up late to take medicine and staying up late to watch TV or dance on the bed were not at the same level of tiredness.
While dispensing the medicine, Margaret did not leave Tsuyoshi Kawakami's private base, but as long as she arrived in Japan, she would be able to stretch out countless tentacles like an alien slime to collect intelligence.
In just one and a half days, she had already traced Reina Mizuna through Armagnac.
Before leaving, the colleague from the Country A branch tried to trick him into using Reina Mizuna's words, but was sent away by Kawakami Tsumugi's perfunctory attitude.
After sending Margaret away, Kawakami gave a long sigh and lay down directly on the experimental table he had set up temporarily.
Hungry, sleepy, and the desire to eat lemon candy came up... but Kawakami had already done all the harm he had with the candy. When I went on a mission, Gin was keeping an eye on me, so I didn't have time to go to the convenience store to buy new ones.
It would be very troublesome to go out and buy it now.
Kawakami stretched himself and took a short rest for a few minutes. If what he was doing now was not visible in the organization, he would have wanted Scotland to send him some lemon candies.
The raw materials and equipment have been obtained, and the next step is to start research——
After everything was ready, Tsumugi Kawakami found that he still had some indescribable feelings of rejection.
——We are about to start researching anti-C750 confessional agent.
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Scotland was sitting on his bed maintaining his sniper rifle. He heard a slight noise from the door and paused.
The soundproofing of the safe house was actually very good. Why he could hear the movement of the door... was because Scotland imitated Kawakami and placed several bugs near the door.
Tsumugi Kawakami doesn't know how to walk through doors. He was a little more restrained when they first became partners. After they got acquainted with each other, this guy would always climb through the windows when entering or exiting the safe house.
So who will be coming?
Scotland stood up silently, holding down the gun on his waist. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole, which was filled with darkness.
That is to say...
"What you see are my eyes, Shadow-kun. Does it feel like a horror movie? It would be even better if they were red."
Kawakami Tsumugi's voice came from the bug, as cheerful as ever, but a little weak,
"How about helping to open the door? Maybe you are thinking about why I didn't climb through the window? Then you started to wonder whether the person at the door is really me... To be honest, this is hard to explain. Maybe I want to change my taste today. Let's go out...I'm too tired."
Scotland opens the door.
The door was opened just a crack, and the gray-haired young man slipped in like a shadow. Scotland smelled a very slight smell of blood. It was very fresh and came from Kawakami Tsumugi.
Maybe he was on a solo mission, Scotland thought. Except for the brief encounter on Gin's mission, Kawakami was on his own for almost three days this time.
"Thanks, Kage-kun. To be honest, I'm exhausted. I really hate these rubbish jobs, and rubbish jobs, and rubbish jobs, and ungrateful Gin... Well, maybe the latter is part of the former. ?The former is part of the latter? Mutual inclusion relationship?"
Although he was exhausted, Kawakami Tsumugi still seemed to be in good spirits. While he was complaining endlessly, he ran to the window and pinched the leaves of the pothos with his hands.
"Speaking of the same thing about watering, I feel that your care is a little better than mine. Well, it's much better. This shouldn't be the case. By the way, I originally wanted to take care of it myself... but it's a pity that I really don't have time."
"How many more days have you been up all night?" Scotland asked casually.
"Thirteen hours and fifteen minutes, if you count staying up all night from midnight to about six or seven the next day. The healthiest sleep time for humans should be eight hours? Longer is better than shorter..."
Kawakami turned his back to Scotland, his voice gradually became quieter, and then he yawned.
"Then you'd better go get some sleep."
"Indeed, Shadow-kun, that's my plan too, if I can sleep."
Kawakami suppressed himself from revealing too many personal thoughts, but this was a bit difficult under the influence of drugs.
"But I have to go out tonight, probably... forget it, it doesn't matter how soon I come back, anyway - ah, this isn't important either."
Not important either? Scotland was a little confused, and he planned to ask further, but Kawakamiji had already slipped into his own room.
