northernbook Chapter 215 Miyano Shiho: Why hasn’t he contacted me yet?
Chapter 215 Miyano Shiho: Why hasn’t he contacted me yet?
Gibson stared at the email page with a cold face, his cheeks twitching.
Damn it, Martini actually stole my house while I was away!!
That's obviously my master!
Martini, I can't stand with you!
White man: “…”
"Your eyes are so red, are you going to cry?" He stared at Gibson's red eyes, took out an empty bottle from the side, grinned, and ordered, "Cry quickly, I will catch your tears, and I will definitely not dirty the blanket in the car!"
Gibson was furious and said, "...get out!"
This guy is crazy!
The man threw away the bottle, took out a gun from his pocket, poked Gibson in the head, and said with a grin, "I'll give you one more chance to organize your words."
Gibson leaned back, one hand gripping the door handle tightly, and said with a lowered brow, "I guess I sank you with the bottle. I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble."
The man was lazily sitting with his legs crossed, looking lazy and unfocused. He snorted and laughed, "I still like your unruly look!"
Gibson glanced at the gun in his hand and said dryly, "You're joking. No one is always rebellious. I just grew up."
The man looked at him deeply and thought that this guy was a talented person. With his mouth, he could make black turn white.
This is the kind of PR that DARPA's executive office needs.
After all, these executors only know how to act recklessly, and it is common for them to cause big scenes when they fight.
With such a public relations person around, they can be held accountable less often.
When he learned about the organization of the experiment from DARPA, he also received the task of verifying the authenticity of the intelligence and, if it was true, immediately finding a way to obtain the experimental data.
But Gibson appeared in every laboratory he passed by. This guy entered and exited the laboratory as if it were his own home, and he was very experienced in treating experimental subjects and experimental data.
He's a researcher.
He immediately knew Gibson's identity.
But when he saw this guy's shamelessness and ability to adapt to changing circumstances, he suddenly hesitated.
In his impression, researchers are all nerds. They may be unrivaled in a certain field, but their emotional intelligence is hard to describe, and they are not so eloquent.
"What did you do before?" the man tapped his palm with the gun and asked tentatively.
Gibson sneered, and just as he was about to swear, his master's voice suddenly rang out.
[brainwashing]
Gibson changed his tone and said stiffly, "Our jobs are for life. Changing jobs is like betrayal, and retirement is like going to the grave."
The man looked sympathetic. No wonder his expression was so cold. It turned out that he asked a fatal question.
Gibson adjusted his cracked glasses and answered his earlier question: "Do some brainwashing."
The man slapped his palm and thought, is this job suitable for his profession?
No wonder he is so eloquent.
Gibson's eyes blurred, and he saw the man squatting in front of him, holding his hand, and said in a friendly and flattering manner: "This——"
"Gipson!" he gritted his teeth.
The man chuckled and said, "Mr. Gibson, are you willing to change jobs?"
He lowered his voice in a mysterious manner and said, "We can resolve the non-compete agreement. I'll write you a protection plan when we get back."
Gibson looked at the man with a complicated expression, and he could see the man's seriousness in his brown eyes.
Gibson: No, you actually took it seriously? Are you that easy to fool?
And, I suddenly had an idea!
His eyes began to brighten as he looked at the man.
On the other end, Martini didn't receive a reply and was not in a hurry.
He was as happy as a puppy, and after deciding to find something like a violin for Mr. Miyano, he went to Hodges University to look for trouble.
Miyano Shiho, who didn't know what was about to happen, was sitting in the classroom holding her cell phone with a distressed look on her face.
Ever since the woman told her that the organization would entrust her with the responsibility of an important experimental subject, the experimental data was brought over by the temporary guardian Calvados.
There is no information about the experimental subjects at all, only physical data, experimental data, drug reactions, etc.
Based on this information, Miyano Shiho could see that the experimental subjects had been brainwashed and mentally segmented by the organization.
She took a deep breath. The organization was forcibly turning people into mental patients.
When a complete spirit is divided, it becomes split personality, and the sequelae are innumerable. How painful it is.
Miyano Shiho's face was pale and her heart was full of resistance.
But she knew that she had no right to refuse. Besides, there would be other researchers without her.
Putting it in her hands would make people feel better.
However, when she thought of the old woman who couldn't wait to watch the show, her heart began to beat violently. The bad premonition kept warning her, but she couldn't find out what the problem was.
Vermouth has great ill will towards her. Something that can make that woman gloat over other people's misfortune is definitely not a good thing, and to a certain extent, it is a disaster for the Miyano family.
She quickly took the information and looked through it carefully twice. Her eyes fell on the column of gene sequence and she breathed a sigh of relief.
If there were no signs that the person being experimented on was a male, she would have been really afraid that the organization would put her sister in jail.
She racked her brains to figure it out, so she put the information away and picked up her phone to wait for a call.
Vermouth said that the experimenter would contact her and asked her to wait patiently.
She was surprised. As far as she knew, few experimental subjects had such great autonomy.
It seems that this person's identity is really extraordinary.
But when will this person contact her?
The information said his body had been damaged during the experiment, and he needed medication to alleviate the aftereffects. If this person didn't contact her immediately, how long would he have to wait? Wasn't it painful?
Is Rei Furuya feeling uncomfortable now that he has returned to his room?
Of course he felt uncomfortable. His body was in a weak state and his head was throbbing with pain, as if someone was cutting him with a knife. He was in excruciating pain.
But he didn't show it on his face, and even Gibson didn't notice.
But Gibson must be aware of his situation, and that guy's ability in his professional field is still trustworthy.
Whatever the reason, Gibson didn't expose it.
This is a good thing.
At least it proves that he has tamed a wolfhound to a certain extent.
Fūya Ling smiled with deep fatigue on his face. After returning to the rented house with Xiao Xila, he fell on the sofa, unable to hold on any longer.
Xila's expression changed, and he stepped forward to check on his father's condition, feeling a little overwhelmed.
She tilted her head, and her overly thin cheeks made her eyes look frighteningly large.
She was lost in thought, her mind a mess.
The researcher hadn't told her what to do in such a situation, and her previous 'father' hadn't let herself fall into such a state, nor had he taught her anything.
But her sister told her that she had to take medicine when she was sick.
The little girl was very active and immediately ran around the house looking for medicine.