The world of science is unscientific

Still recovering, Vermouth managed a weak reply, glancing back at the iron gate she had come from.

It took a full ten minutes for the door to open.

The lights in the room being turned off one by one seemed to be driving her away.

She really needs rest right now, but that person said they need to take a good look at her.

The route I remember wasn't complicated.

Soon, she arrived at a very ordinary room.

This time, she didn't have to wait long; the door opened immediately.

The lighting inside was very dim.

That man's eyes could no longer withstand the light for long; darkness was now his only option.

"Boss."

"Come closer."

Vermouth took two steps forward.

An elderly man in a wheelchair came into view.

The other person had their back to her, and the ventilator next to them was running non-stop.

Other members would probably find it hard to imagine that this seemingly frail old man is the organization's boss.

"This is a new attempt, but I still prefer the finished product."

Vermouth knew she didn't need to say anything; she just needed to listen.

...

five minutes later.

"You can go now, get some rest."

"I will."

Vermouth bowed and then left the room.

The door was then closed.

Inside the house, an elderly man, also quite old, emerged from the darker shadows.

"Already prepared."

"Let's begin then. Although I don't want it to be this way, it's still necessary to take this second path."

As the elderly man gave instructions via his mobile phone, the lights in the room where Vermouth had previously stayed were turned on again.

In the northeast corner of the room, a hidden door opened.

Four people dressed in pure white work clothes came out.

They approached the machine and solemnly took out a metal box from it.

The four of them then escorted the box away, heading towards another hidden laboratory.

Tokyo.

Base 4.

Gin and Yusuke Suzuki sat facing each other.

A chessboard was placed between the two.

Shogi.

"There's been no news from the FBI lately."

Gin moved a chess piece, "Didn't you get any news when you were surrounded by them last time?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I was just getting beaten up that day."

Upon hearing Suzuki Yusuke's words, Gin scoffed, "No wonder you didn't say anything."

"Then why haven't you investigated?"

"Shuichi Akai will not let me see any trace of him."

Yusuke Suzuki really wanted to ask him directly what the conflict was between him and Shuichi Akai, but he was afraid that Gin would overturn the chessboard and leave.

"I'm not going to stop."

Thinking of this, Suzuki Yusuke suddenly lost interest in playing chess.

"Admit defeat?"

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Gin's eyes narrowed, then relaxed. "Vodka, go buy groceries."

“Let’s just buy a bento box,” Yusuke Suzuki said, standing up. “I’m leaving.”

After saying that, he left.

In the room.

Vodka hesitated, "Brother... Wei Que seems a bit strange today, like he's a different person."

"Who knows what's wrong with him? He might have some mental problems."

Gin flicked out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then stubbed it out on the table.

"let's go."

"Where are you going, bro?"

"Shibuya".

Leaving the base, the sun was shining brightly.

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at the report email on his phone; there were no abnormalities near Teitan Elementary School.

It's noon now, time for lunch.

However, he didn't have much of an appetite.

It's just weird.

I feel so choked up.

Just as I was deciding where to go, Eri Kisaki called.

It was the same familiar location.

The same familiar movements.

“Madam, you’ve already started trying to go a little faster.”

Yusuke Suzuki stood to the side, while Eri Kisaki slowly chopped vegetables.

It's clear that this legal queen practices diligently, but she lacks confidence in herself, and every strike seems to be mentally rehearsed.

"Don't be so nervous and reserved. Once you're skilled at chopping vegetables, you'll rely more on your own instincts. If you feel comfortable, you can chop faster. After chopping a lot, you'll develop a certain feeling before you cut your hand."

Upon hearing this, Eri Kisaki began to try it, and the crisp tapping sounds on the cutting board gradually gained rhythm.

At this point, it was not appropriate for Yusuke Suzuki to offer guidance, because the other party had already grasped that mysterious feeling.

After cutting a cucumber, Eri Kisaki breathed a sigh of relief and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The cucumber slices on the cutting board are very even, which is quite good.

"well done."

Yusuke Suzuki offered a brief comment and then picked up a cucumber and took a bite.

Eri blushed and said awkwardly, "I've been so focused on practicing, Yusuke, you must be starving. Let's go out to eat."

“No need, isn’t this ready-made?” Suzuki Yusuke pointed to the vegetables in the basket. “You should have started trying to cook for yourself by now, right? I saw some meat in the refrigerator earlier.”

“It’s just an experiment…” Eri put down the cleaver. “You know I’m a terrible cook.”

"It's okay, I'll be able to cook well someday. I'll go cook."

Eri Kisaki, who had been feeling conflicted, immediately relaxed and shook her head with a smile.

Yusuke Suzuki was mentally prepared this time; how bad could it possibly be?

As long as the ingredients aren't damaged, they're still edible.

Furthermore, Japanese home-style dishes don't use many seasonings, so there's no risk of any particular flavor being too strong.

ten minutes later.

"I'm done eating."

"Isn't it too much of a strain?"

"No, Madam, I'll be going now. See you next time."

Yusuke Suzuki casually stepped through the door, gently closed it, and then rushed towards the elevator.

I was still careless...

Chapter 348 has a big problem.

After arriving downstairs, Suzuki Yusuke's mouth seemed to have completely accepted the taste that most people couldn't tolerate.

It doesn't feel so bad anymore...

However, he still went to the convenience store and bought a bottle of water. After drinking the whole bottle, the taste in his mouth completely disappeared.

After thinking for a moment, Yusuke Suzuki went back and bought two more bento boxes.

As a human being, he still needs some normal food to fill his stomach.

Fearing that Eri Kisaki would follow him, he simply drove home.

But once he got to the apartment, Suzuki Yusuke suddenly realized that he could cook for himself, so why did he have to eat this unappetizing bento?

He felt he was crazy, so he threw away his lunchbox and cooked for himself.