"It looks like you're having a good time," Belmode said.
As far as the Witch with a Thousand Faces knew, Kashasha would only be so smug and happy when he successfully tricked someone. Extrapolating from this, the Polish snow tree was probably very miserable. I don’t know if it’s psychological torture, physical torture, or both.
"Not bad, but not beyond expectations." Tsumugi Kawakami said, "After all, interrogation subjects like Poland Snow Tree are rarely encountered, so they are a very rare variable - shouldn't you go to Mojito's to resurrect your life?"
The gray-haired young man narrowed his eyes. He saw Belmode standing cautiously at the door, as if he was ready to leave at any time, which gave him a bad feeling:
"By the way, where's Scotland?"
Belmode previously sent news that the FBI's 800-yard sniper was not the "resurrected" rye whiskey, but another emerging sniper who called himself Lawrence. So Scotland was naturally freed from suspicion of helping Rye escape.
Kawakami also thought about it, since Rye Whiskey was rescued by the Japanese police, and there was also a Bourbon in the police who had a close relationship with Scotland.
Akai Shuichi must have some private agreements with the police, such as not to be exposed to the organization too early... unless Bourbon suddenly has no colleagues to love him.
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At the same time, from an objective perspective, before Kawakamiji's troubles, Rye Whiskey basically did not show any flaws in the organization, which shows that this guy still has some strength, and there is a high probability that he will not be hastily exposed by an 800-yard sniper.
This was also a small part of the reason why the gray-haired young man was so calm and composed before, but more importantly, it was because it would not affect him.
Belmode laughed a few times guiltily:
"Kashasha, if things go wrong, you can directly kill Scotland, but you said so."
"But if you really kill innocent colleagues, I will definitely take part in your crime." Kawakami said grimly.
"Don't worry, I'm not as ruthless as you... It's just that in order to control Scotland's actions, I used a little bit of neurotoxin. Of course, there is a small problem, that is, I don't have an antidote. You should have a way. , Kashasha?”
The Thousand-Faced Witch winked mischievously and took a step to the side.
Then Scotland, who couldn't move, fell out of the door like a puppet with strings cut off, and hit the ground straight.
Fortunately, Belmode still had some sympathy for her new cheap deputy. When Scotland's face was about to hit the ground, she stretched out her hand to pull him out.
The gray-haired young man's smile froze.
He took a deep breath.
Before Kawakamiji gets angry, Bermod escapes when he sees that the situation is not good:
"By the way, Kashaxia, I can't be absent from the mojito side. I'll leave first and leave it to you to handle. Come on, my dear~"
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"How do you feel? If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
Tsuyoshi Kawakami put the drip on for Scotland;
"Tsk, that guy really went too far this time. If the neurotoxin remains for a long time, it will have irreversible effects on the body."
Now the gray-haired young man's patients have become two: Scotland, who is sitting in a chair unable to move, and the Polish snow tree lying on the bed next to Scotland, as lifeless as mud.
Kawakami would definitely not drag these two people into his laboratory directly, because the identity of his organization's researchers still needs to be kept secret.
Fortunately, the gentleman knew Kashasha's habits quite well, and there was a poorly decorated room outside the laboratory as a cover. The interrogation of Poland Snow Tree was conducted in the room.
"Belmode said...she didn't want to affect your...interrogation experience." Scotland explained awkwardly.
"No, these are two different things. I can interrupt the interrogation and remove the neurotoxins in your body first, or I can continue to torture Miriam for pleasure and let you fend for yourself."
The gray-haired young man said angrily,
"The real problem is that Belmod has deprived me of my right to know and my right to choose! And she is not qualified at all!"
"But now she's my partner."
"Whose side are you on?"
There was a bit of gritted teeth in Kawakami Tsuyoshi's smile. He stretched out his finger to test the pulse of Scotland's neck. The threat was obvious.
The young man with cat eyes gave in decisively:
"Of course I'm on your side, but I don't think there's any need for you to go to Belmode...Kashasha for this matter."
"I just want to cheat a few bags of lemon candies." The gray-haired young man glanced at Scotland strangely, "We are no longer partners. Why, do you still expect me to find a place for you?"
Scotland was speechless for a moment.
Kawakamiji had already adjusted everything in Scotland's hands and slipped onto the sofa aside. While tasting the lemon candy, he took out a book from somewhere and read it.
Every move of the gray-haired young man sent a message: he was too lazy to talk to anyone anymore.
So Scotland continued to remain silent, thinking about the new information:
According to the confidentiality of this mission, the wounds on Poland Xueshu's body must have been treated by Kawakami Tsumugi. According to preliminary observations, the technique was quite sophisticated and professional. At the same time, Belmod also dumped himself who was poisoned by neurotoxin directly to him...
By the way, Kawakami Tsumugi often carries neurotoxins, anesthetics, analgesics and the like with him during his daily tasks.
This guy is not good at physical skills, so it is normal for him to use foreign objects to defend himself, but now it seems that there can be another explanation.
It seems that Tsumugi Kawakami studied medicine? Scotland thinks.
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"My deputy should not be permanently disabled, right?" Belmode asked.
After haggling with Kashasha and stuffing the gray-haired youth with lemon candies for the next month, they started a friendly conversation again.
"Don't worry, every outstanding researcher is proficient in post-test care of experimental products... Well, they may have different styles. People like me who like to use sparingly are naturally good at repairing." Kawakami replied.
"That's fine - what information did you get from the Wave Snow Tree.?"
"I'll send you a copy after finishing it. By the way, you may need to investigate some small details. But before Mojito and the others make any changes, I should be able to take a rest."
The two chatted again and finalized the next plan in a few words. After learning the details of Kawakami Tsumugi's interrogation, Bermod mentioned the Polish snow tree again:
"To be honest, after the collapse of the Polish Snow Tree's... thing of faith, you can take advantage of it and gain a loyal younger brother, Kashasha. With such cynicism, you might even be able to make him I take my anger out on you."
"But I don't like dogs, Sharon."
The gray-haired young man complained,
"If you really want to choose a subordinate, wouldn't a cat be a better choice? Creatures that will never be completely domesticated can give humans a constant sense of expectation."
This excuse is of course perfunctory to deal with Belmod. If possible, Kawakami still hopes that his subordinates are human beings.
In addition to satisfying his bad taste, there is another reason for ridiculing the Polish snow tree - it cannot be destroyed or established.
Only when Milian is fully aware of his betrayal can he gradually understand how unreliable it is for one person to treat another person as his backbone. His so-called "loyalty" is just a tool to facilitate exploitation.
In this process, Poland Snow Tree becomes dependent on anyone, which will destroy the effect Kawakami wants.
"Cat?" Belmod twitched the corner of his mouth, "Your preference is really..."
"...looks a lot like a guy I know."
