Chapter 1189 Let’s Unsheath Our Sharp Blades

After Nobushige returned home, he quickly handed the Dark Baron's research materials to Haibara Ai.

He didn't need to say anything, Hui Yuan Ai knew what to do.

Because of Nobushige's neglect of Hiroki during this period, Hiroki has almost become Haibara Ai's royal experimental assistant.

After finally seeing Nobuhiro, Hiroki complained aggrievedly: "Brother Jingguang, am I useless?"

Xinfan was slightly stunned: "How could that happen?"

"Then why don't you let me help with the investigation?" Hiroki said seriously, "I can do a lot of things, not just stay in the laboratory and analyze data. Just leave the data to Noah's Ark."

Haibara Ai glanced at the aperture representing Hiroki: "Then I'm really sorry."

Nobushige wanted to touch Hiroki's head to comfort him, but it was obvious that this kind of interaction he often had with his sister was an unattainable luxury for Hiroki.

Nobushige sighed: "I'm just worried that relying too much on you will make my own abilities gradually obsolete."

"But at least I can provide you with an extra layer of protection, right?" Hiroki saw that there was something wrong and quickly kept up his efforts, "I will never interfere with the problems you can handle, but in some critical moments, I can do a lot that you can't. thing."

Haibara Ai also said: "Yes, brother, let Hiroki follow you, he is really too noisy."

My sister and brother have both said this, and Nobuhiro seems a little unkind if he refuses again. Besides, he didn't know what his worries about Hiroki were about, so he had no choice but to agree.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The warning light in the laboratory suddenly turned on.

Xinfan frowned: "What's wrong?"

I saw Haiyuan Ai accurately finding a button and pressing it. The warning light immediately went out and the alarm sound disappeared completely.

"It's not a big problem." Haiyuan Ai said while staring at the computer screen, "It's just that two data don't match up. Maybe the researcher who recorded the log made a mistake, or..."

She opened the two pieces of data that could not be reconciled and finished the remaining half of the sentence: "Either someone stole the sample."

The data showed that during the suspension of Dark Baron's research, one sample was lost, and the numbers before and after the experiment did not match.

Hiroki speculated from the side: "Did you accidentally dump it when cleaning the equipment?"

"No." Xinfan and Haiyuan Ai said in unison.

They looked at each other with seriousness in their eyes.

Haibara Ai explained: "The Dark Baron studies viruses. This kind of biological product is not allowed to be dumped without being inactivated. There is also a special recycling mechanism for laboratory waste. If it were not for a recording error, this sample is likely to be secretly used by the researcher. It was taken."

"No one would do such a thing." This time, Nobushige refuted Haibara Ai's words, "Everyone involved in the research knows the dangers of the Dark Baron. What's more, if this virus does not have a suitable storage environment, it can easily cause biological contamination. . When researchers leave the laboratory, they must be completely disinfected. Even if they want to steal, they cannot escape."

"That's it..." Haiyuan Ai took a breath of air, "Rum?!"

Nobuhiro's expression was very serious. He had been in charge of the Dark Baron's experiments, and he knew what this meant better than anyone else. But he really didn’t understand Rum’s purpose. Did the gentleman really know what Rum was doing?

…

Rum's huge fish tank has been replaced with another batch of migratory fish.

Which batch is this? Are there a hundred batches?

He was leaning on the soft leather sofa, holding a cigar between his fingers, and stared expressionlessly at the subordinates who were cleaning the fish tank.

The guys were skilled and had obviously done it many times. They first fished out the dead fish and threw them into black garbage bags, then used professional cleaning agents to deeply clean the fish tank, inject new water suitable for fish growth, and then transfer new members into it.

These new members have already adapted to the new environment when they were preparing for replacement, and now they are all in good condition.

The subordinate turned on the thermostat and added another dose of medicine to the water. Before long, these new fish were spinning tirelessly in circles in the fish tank just like their countless generations of predecessors.

They thought they would soon reach warm waters suitable for spawning, so each one swam extremely hard. However, they did not know that the so-called beautiful vision was just a mirage.

After doing this, the subordinate bowed respectfully to Rum, and then quietly left the office, not daring to make any noise. The door closed gently, and silence returned to the room.

Rum looked at the new members in the fish tank with admiration, and the white smoke from his cigar swayed.

With a "squeak", the door to the lounge opened, and a little boy less than one meter tall came out. Although he is young, he is wearing a mature British suit, as if he is an old guy from the 19th century.

"Rum." The boy said with a joking expression, "I really don't agree with your preference."

Seeing him, Rum's previous laziness and gloominess was swept away. He stood up straight and bowed respectfully to the boy: "It's an old habit left over many years, not worth mentioning."

"It's been a long time indeed."

The boy walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, and raised his chin on the seat next to him, motioning for Rum to sit down as well. "If there is no problem with my memory, it should be twenty-two years ago, right?"

Rum nodded: "I'm glad that you are as wise as ever."

The boy looked at Rum calmly and suddenly curled his lips: "Ah, I'm glad you can come out too."

"By the way, how is the transformation of Curacao going?" the boy said seemingly unintentionally, "Don't think I don't know what you asked him to do."

"I never wanted to deceive you. Curacao's brain modification is nearing completion. Although his last experiment to infiltrate MI6 failed, recent actions have fully proved that he is no longer the Curacao he was before. He has Ability to complete the tasks you give him.”

"Very good." The boy raised his chin slightly, "Let's unsheath our sharp blades.

"Unfortunately, Curacao is not the most perfect experimental subject after all. The person I want to reform the most is still that person."

Rum laughed: "His resistance to experiments is too high. If forced to transform, I'm afraid it will have consequences beyond our control. We can't take any risks on this issue. Although Curacao is also a failure, he has the ability to The value is infinite.”

"Rum, we should accept moderate risks." The boy warned disapprovingly, "Don't forget what you promised me. I don't care about the world, I only care about one person."

Rum's eyes flickered slightly, but he concealed this abnormality very well. After listening to the boy's words, he immediately stood up and bowed to the boy again: "Of course, your will is the direction of my sword."