The world of science is unscientific

To bring the dead back to life...

Yusuke Suzuki's pupils constricted as he dragged Vermouth's body two steps away.

Once there was enough space, he grabbed the corpse's ankles and stood up.

Soon, more blood flowed from the penetrating wound on his back.

Even though it is buried underground, the soil is moist, making it difficult for blood and bodily fluids to evaporate.

But this is also quite inappropriate.

No, this corpse really can't be destroyed.

We should at least take it back and study it carefully.

If the corpse could come back to life after another year or two, then his understanding of the world would truly be completely changed.

That's good, now I don't have to worry about getting caught by the police on the street.

You could put this in the back seat and treat it like someone who's sleeping.

Just as Yusuke Suzuki was about to carry the corpse uphill, his phone vibrated.

He was completely stunned.

His phone wasn't on silent...

Chapter 519 Some Thoughts

Yusuke Suzuki pondered for a moment with an inscrutable expression, then reached into the evidence bag and took out his phone.

He also carelessly tossed Vermouth's body aside.

However, this time was different from the day of the full moon.

He could only tell from the prompt that he had received an email, but since he didn't have the password to turn on the computer, he couldn't see the email content.

Scheduled emails?

Or is it that there was no signal and no signal was received before?

It can't be that someone knows what he's doing right now and sends him an email at the exact time.

Vermouth had no electronic devices on her.

Subcutaneous implantation?

Let's get back and have it checked properly.

In any case, the ultimate goal will inevitably be to reach the organization's boss.

Now we need to see what the other party really means.

In this way, the matter of 'Weique' can be put on hold for now.

Yusuke Suzuki carried the body back on his back and quickly climbed back to the ground.

Kiichiro Numabuchi glanced at Vermouth but didn't say anything more.

The story behind the corpse is not something he should know; he should just do what his boss tells him to do.

After filling in the hole, the two got into the car and left.

Yusuke Suzuki positioned Vermouth in the back seat of the car.

Under the cover of darkness, the other person appeared to be asleep.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"At the foot of the mountain."

Yusuke Suzuki pointed out the direction, and the car quickly returned to the small courtyard.

There is a cellar here.

His original plan was to transport Vermouth's body over and clean it up using a combination of chemical and physical methods.

But now this bizarre corpse has given him a new idea.

If there is no further progress in terms of drug information, preserving the body is at least a way of preserving experimental samples of the 'Silver Bullet' drug.

It definitely has research value.

Moreover, he really wanted to see if the body could repair itself if given a little more time.

Even... could Vermouth be resurrected in this state?

Seeing Suzuki Yusuke staring blankly at the corpse, Numabuchi Kiichiro wanted to say something, but he didn't dare.

The eerie atmosphere lasted for about three minutes before he decided to give his boss some private space.

As soon as he turned around, Suzuki Yusuke called out to him.

Does the boss think he has some strange ideas right now?

Although he does have...

But he didn't say it at all.

Boss, can you please not be so sensitive?

Why don't you start explaining?

But what's the difference between offering an explanation and admitting guilt without being asked?

What should we do if we don't explain?

Why isn't the boss saying anything yet...?

In short, if he could, he would like to be buried in that forest where there are many fireflies.

As Kiichiro Numabuchi continued his brainstorming session, Yusuke Suzuki finally spoke up.

"Let's brush the dirt off ourselves and get ready to go."

"Yes, boss."

He had barely finished answering when Suzuki Yusuke changed his mind again. "Forget it, let's rest here tonight. It's easy to get stopped and questioned by the police if we wander around the streets at night. We can leave tomorrow morning."

"Ok."

Numabuchi Kiichiro nodded, looked around, and casually pointed to an empty spot, "Then I'll sleep here."

There was only one bed here, and he was very considerate of the situation.

“No need,” Yusuke Suzuki lit a cigarette and walked towards the door. “I’ll sleep in the car.”

Numabuchi Kiichiro wanted to say more, but Suzuki Yusuke had already left, so he had no choice but to shut up.

It's almost dawn now, and I've long since passed the sleepiness.

Yusuke Suzuki simply sat in the car seat.

He was wondering if it was necessary to build an underground hidden base.

Once the decision is made to build the base, then all sorts of issues will be involved.

Site selection, funding, staffing, etc.

After all, this isn't a thatched hut.

If we can choose this location, then who should we hire to do the construction?

Just randomly picking two people definitely won't work.

Needless to say, he doesn't lack money, but legitimate fund flows are regulated, and he doesn't have any illegitimate funds.

There are too many questions.

After a brief moment of thought, Yusuke Suzuki realized that this would be difficult unless he sought help from the organization.

Regarding illegal constructions, it depends on the organization.

They can handle relationships in all aspects and have a pool of talent for all types of professional teams.

The Boss probably knew and tacitly approved of Vermouth's death at his hands.

But until it's confirmed, this is just speculation.

Yusuke Suzuki would not use this as a conclusion.

Let's get the phone working first.

He took out Vermouth's phone and played with it for a while.

You can't ask Professor Agasa for something like unlocking it.

The easiest way is to find someone else to do it, and then kill them to silence them.

I'll go tomorrow.

After clearing his mind, Yusuke Suzuki closed his eyes to rest.

As soon as I closed my eyes, drowsiness gradually washed over me.

Four hours later, it was already broad daylight.

Yusuke Suzuki slowly regained consciousness.

He returned to the house, and Numabuchi Kiichiro was instantly awakened.

"Ready to go."

"Yes, boss."

Numabuchi Kiichiro rubbed his eyes, got up, and yawned again.

Yusuke Suzuki then went to the cellar to take another look at Vermouth's body.

Perhaps building a villa here wouldn't be bad.

That solves all the problems.

The subsequent renovations to the cellar can be handled by finding someone who can be manipulated.

Money, power, and sex.