When Scotland was sent to the infirmary, he was still in a trance of being "tortured", but at the same time, he knew that he was awake and sober that his head hurt.
This feeling is very strange, like being in a lucid dream, knowing that you are in a dream but unable to wake up.
During the interrogation, Scotland could not control his desire to answer Gin's tricky questions, but he could not reveal important information.
Just as Scotland thought, Kawakami still had the final trump card. On the rooftop, the medicine injected into his blood vessels could resist the tissue's confessional agent.
When faced with Gin's question about rye whiskey, Scotland vaguely followed what Kawakami told him:
"Rye? I don't know... He really looked like he wanted to kill me, and I couldn't just sit there and die, so when he got on the rooftop, I started fighting with Rye Whiskey. It was chaos... and then, then Kashasha It’s coming.”
Gin asked several times, and Scotland's answers were all confusing. After repeated repetitions, the initial "may want to kill me" turned into "I'm not sure either."
If he told Gin clearly that Rye Whiskey wanted to kill him, he would probably get the latter into trouble.
In any case, Rye also made the decision to risk his life to save him. Even if it colludes with Kawakami Tsumugi, Scotland cannot block the road to rye whiskey.
Scotland closed his eyes.
The lighting in the infirmary was much gentler than that in the interrogation room, but it was still dazzling.
He is lying on the bed now.
There were sounds of approaching footsteps, and then Scotland felt a slight sting on the back of his left hand. Someone put water on him, probably a doctor from the medical department.
"How does it feel, Scotch?" someone asked, a familiar voice.
"Not so good, I feel dizzy. And I'm still a little hungry... Do I know you?" Scotland whispered.
He wanted to respond with a polite "Not bad actually," but the confessional made him answer the innocuous question honestly.
This is also the magical thing about Kawakami's potion: he will still be affected by the confession potion, but if he strongly refuses to reveal certain information, he can still do it.
"It's a normal reaction, but it doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not."
Scotland tried to open his eyes, but his vision was getting blurry - something wasn't right.
Logically speaking, the interrogation is over, shouldn't he be injected with a sustained-release drug? Sustained release agents should not have this effect...
My head hurts, it hurts, it really hurts...
This pain had been there when the confessional agent was injected during the interrogation, but now, it was so intense that it was unbearable.
Scotland couldn't help but moan. He wanted to struggle, but the force was as light as a cat tickling. Someone was playing with his head.
Rubber-gloved hands forced Scotland's eyelids open. A cold, transparent solid sticks to the eyeball. He couldn't close his eyes.
He saw the cold gray ceiling of the infirmary.
There is still a voice coming from very far away:
"Small struggle is a normal reaction. He will calm down soon and enter a state similar to hypnosis. Ah... the blood sample is normal, and we can proceed to the next step. But is this really necessary? The current brainwashing effect of the organization is not stable... Russo is just an example."
What is he saying? Hypnosis? brainwashing?
My head still hurts terribly. Someone was stirring up his brain with a red-hot iron rod, but the extremely intense pain allowed Scotland to miraculously remain conscious.
But...I can't feel my body anymore...
But from the outside, the cat-eyed young man finally stopped moving after a small struggle, and even his breathing became calm and long. He finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
So the doctor picked up another tube of medicine from the operating table and gently pushed it into Scotland's blood vessels. He had a small loudspeaker on his collar and the gentleman was talking to him.
"There is definitely a problem with Scotland's identity. But according to the process, he is innocent. Brainwashing is the best option."
The gentleman said,
"Actually, it's best to kill her, but this is the first time I've seen Kashasha want something so much... If Kashasha wants it, just keep it. I'm still happy to fulfill this little wish."
The doctor was silent for a moment, although the gentleman behaved like a reasonable guardian. But he didn't think Kashasha would be happy knowing that his little friend's brain was being tortured.
But what happens to Kashasha and Scotland actually has nothing to do with the doctor. Anyway, he is just a wage earner.
"What do you think about the question I asked before?" the gentleman asked again.
"Are you talking about the antidote to C750 confessional agent?" The doctor was stunned. "Even if Kashasha is the inventor of C750, the antidote is not that easy to develop. Protection is much more difficult than destruction. It is conservatively estimated to take one or two. years.”
"Moreover, if the antidote is injected in advance, it will definitely be seen from the blood sample. But Scotland's blood sample is normal. Therefore, I personally think...if Scotland can pass the C750 interrogation, he should be innocent."
I have to say, that gentleman has a very powerful mind. He actually thought that Kashasha could secretly develop the antidote to C750 and inject it into Scotland.
Pharmacy research is a layman's job and an expert's job. In the eyes of doctors, the hypothesis put forward by that gentleman is almost impossible.
Kashasha only spent a year in the research team despite his full calculations, even though he was somewhat of a genius. But it is also impossible for a single person to accomplish what a scientific research team can accomplish in one or two years.
Although the organization did find a simple research laboratory when they searched Kashasha's private base, the most they could do in such an environment was narcotics and the like, and they couldn't synthesize even decent drugs.
"You don't know, Kashasha who is really obsessed with research is quite scary." The gentleman said calmly, "Forget it, I shouldn't tell you this, you are not your teacher."
The doctor shrugged and said, "We can proceed to the next step."
…………
Next step?
Scotland captured fragmented words, such as brainwashing, antidote, kashasha... To be honest, it was difficult for him to understand the meaning of these words. The headache almost occupied his entire mind.
The view gradually changed from the cold gray ceiling to pitch black, Scotland being pushed into something.
Then, the glowing red font flashed in front of Scotland's eyes, traveling rapidly, faster and faster.
"Scotch."
The voice echoed in his ears... Who? Who is Scotch? By the way, it's me...someone is calling my code name, Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland...
It's very noisy and my head hurts... Scotland struggled to answer:
"I am here."
Then the voice mumbling his name stopped. Scotland settled for a few seconds. Another string of curses sounded in his ears:
Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization Loyal to the organization...
"loyal to……"
Scotch whiskey loyal to the organization Scotch whiskey loyal to the organization Scotch whiskey loyal to the organization loyal to the organization loyal to the organization Scotch whiskey loyal to the organization Scotch whiskey loyal to the organization Scotch whiskey…
"Group... organization?"
Scotland was still slightly awake, and he still had a severe headache. This pain prevented the loss of his personality from a certain perspective.
However, the words still flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably:
“Scotch…loyal to the organization.”
