Chapter 660 Zhu Fu Jingguang’s Nightmare (Seven Days of Extra Updates to Reach 6/7)

Chapter 660 Zhu Fu Jingguang’s nightmare (seven days of extra updates to reach 67)

"Cease contact with the police," Miyano Akemi said in surprise, "What does this mean?"

"This usually means that the undercover agent was incited to rebel..." Haiyuan Ai's somewhat cold voice sounded.

Kazami Yuya heard this and quickly retorted: "Impossible, Mr. Asano will never..."

"It's also possible that he's dead." Hui Yuan Ai completed the second half of the sentence expressionlessly.

Miyano Akemi: "..."

Feng Jian Yuya: "..."

Mr. Asano is worthy of being Mr. Asano. The people around him are more brave than the others. A little girl of only seven years old can actually tell the story of her brother's death so calmly.

No! Why did he die? ! !

Kazami Yu was also on the other end of the phone. He didn't notice, but Miyano Akemi did. Although Xiao Ai's expression was very cold when she said those words, her palms were clenched tightly into fists, and her muscles were tense. Even my shoulders were shaking.

Miyano Akemi reached out and hugged Haibara Ai. She took a deep breath and said to Yuya Kazami in a very solemn tone: "Officer Kazami, we really have no choice but to ask you. Please think of it." There is a way to save Mr. Asano. I believe he will not die so easily!"

"Of course." Kazami Yuya stood at attention, "We will definitely do our best!"

However, this handsome action of standing at attention did not win Yuya Kazami anything, but instead caused the colleagues around him to cast strange looks at him. Kazami Yuya touched his nose awkwardly, put down the phone, and prepared to report the current situation to his superiors and think of a solution...

etc! The little girl at Ms. Kawakami's side just now is Mr. Asano's adopted Haibara Ai, right? How did that kid know that Mr. Asano was an undercover agent? No way, Mr. Asano would even tell his sister such a thing?

…

Nobuhiro didn't know how long he stayed here, until the blood all over his body seemed to be solidified by the cold temperature. The wound on the shoulder was painful at first, a heartbreaking pain, but now only a pinprick-like numbness remains.

His hands and feet were bound and turned blue and purple, and he was almost unconscious. His brain was very clear and he was always paying attention to what was going on around him. However, after Stout left, his ears could no longer hear any sounds.

Tranquility, no, it should be called deathly silence.

When darkness deprives vision, silence deprives hearing, numbness deprives touch, and blood deprives smell and taste, what is left for him?

Only a heart that had been cold for a long time was left, beating alone in the dark night.

Only at such moments did he realize that things he usually turned a blind eye to were so important to human beings.

After entering this room, Hiroki disappeared. Artificial intelligence has no way to deal with this primitive method of detention. He can only follow Nobushige's previous arrangements and stay on standby. Of course, if he had known that Nobuhiro was bound to die, perhaps Hiroki would have done something contrary to his intentions.

This is what Xinfan doesn't want to see.

He seemed to have fallen asleep again.

The "squeak" when the door is gently pushed open, the "squeak" when the wheels roll on the floor, these sounds that would not be noticed by others are as clear as thunder in this small space.

Nobushige wanted to open his eyes, but after being in a dim environment for so long, his eyes could no longer adapt to the sudden dazzling light.

He could only barely make out the two people standing opposite him.

At this moment, one of them spoke with a familiar voice: "Mescal, maybe you will be free soon."

It was Isao Aoki, and Nobushige remembered his voice.

"I'll prepare the medicine, you take his temperature first." Isao Aoki said to another person in the room.

The man then picked up an infrared thermometer and shined it on Mescal's forehead.

Aoki was breaking open the ampoule containing the medicinal solution and adding it to the physiological saline: "Thirty-four point two degrees, the body temperature is low. But it does not affect the injection of the medicine."

Because the clothes had already been torn, Aoki Isao easily peeled off the sleeves of Nobushige's shirt. He didn't hesitate and stuck a needle in.

Nobuhiro's skin and muscles were already numb, and he couldn't even feel the touch of the needle tip. But as soon as the medicine was injected into his body, he started to feel a headache. My head was dizzy, and there seemed to be black shadows constantly sweeping around in front of my eyes.

Oops, it can’t be a psychotropic drug, right?

He knew that it had been popular in the past to inject anesthetics to put criminals into a sedative state, allowing people to answer questions unconsciously. They often reveal things that no amount of punishment would necessarily reveal.

However, since the confession obtained through this method is not always true and effective, it will be affected by the interrogator's hints, and has no effect on mental patients. Later, it was gradually abolished by countries around the world.

Of course the organization wouldn't care if it was a criminal group.

"Turn on the light." Nobushige heard Aoki Isao say this a second before losing consciousness.

He felt that his body gradually became lighter, and the numbness and pain slowly faded away. He seemed to have become a catkin floating in the spring breeze, light and free.

He let himself drift forward in the wind, and he scanned the surrounding scenery aimlessly. Sometimes it’s mountains, sometimes it’s rivers, sometimes it’s the waves in Tokyo, sometimes it’s the forests of Nagano.

He seemed to have had a dream, a very long dream.

Smoking is obviously harmful to your health and will leave an indelible smell of fermented tobacco on your body, but in his dream he was leaning on the side of a sports car and puffing away smoke; killing is obviously the most reckless way, and no one is qualified. Depriving others of their lives, but in the dream his hands were once stained with blood; obviously his brother was his only family, and Zero was his best friend, but in the dream he stood in front of them stupidly, unable to scream for a long time. That title comes from the bottom of my heart.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought, this dream is really scary.

He heard that as long as he told it, the dream would not become reality, so he must tell his friends about the nightmare during morning class.

Zhu Fu Jingguang got up from the soft bed and hurriedly put on the uniform issued by the police academy. I don't know if there is something wrong with his eyes, but the world in his eyes seems to have a gray tone, like the scene in the TV series when "Memory Kill" appears.

Ah, it must be because I stayed up very late last night investigating what happened to my parents and didn’t get enough rest.

He turned on the faucet, took a glass of water, and started brushing his teeth. However, as he brushed and brushed, Zhu Fu Jingguang found that his mouth was dripping with blood, and red liquid mixed with foam was dripping from his lips.

He was so frightened that he could not hold the cup tightly, and the plastic cup fell into the basin with a bang. Only then did he notice that the clear water flowing out of the faucet had turned into blood at some point.