The world of science is unscientific

A short while later, the black Mazda stopped at the foot of the mountain.

"Reached?"

Seeing that the car wasn't moving forward, Vermouth asked.

"not yet."

Yusuke Suzuki stretched his arms. "You need to sleep for a while now. You have three options."

"I. Carotid sinus syncope."

"2. Naked chokehold, hypoxia, syncope."

3. Anesthetic injection.

"You choose one."

Vermouth: "..."

All I really want to see is the original body!

Can't we chat while we go?

Okay... I can understand.

After a moment of silence, Vermouth sighed, "Over the years, you're the only person who has made me truly feel the pain of not being trusted."

"Is the anesthetic needle the same one used by Kogoro Mouri? If so, I'll choose number three."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yusuke Suzuki used telekinesis to insert an anesthetic needle into the back of Vermouth's neck.

He has quite a few of these things, but he doesn't use them often.

Even a bumbling detective with antibodies would almost instantly faint, let alone Vermouth, who is using an ordinary human body.

With the seatbelt securing him, Yusuke Suzuki didn't need help straightening his body.

Unconscious Vermouth drooped forward, her hair obstructing the moonlight with the pull of gravity.

This woman's facial features are indeed very perfect.

Next came the body search.

The underground laboratory we're going to next is a very secretive place, and we need to make sure she doesn't have any extra electronic devices on her.

If it's there, then there's no need to go.

Searching Suzuki Yusuke was simple: just turn off the car and listen carefully to the sounds.

In an interference-free environment, any device that generates electricity cannot escape his ears' detection.

Yusuke Suzuki quickly finished his search.

This woman is outrageous; she didn't bring anything except her phone.

Are you so sure you won't suddenly kill her?

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't tell whether this was a sign of confidence, genuine trust, or a declaration of intent.

In short, since Vermouth was fine, there was no need for him to back out at the last minute and refuse to take anyone to see the body.

The car started again and drove up the mountain.

The reason he insisted on making Vermouth unconscious was because the gravity feedback from this uphill section was too obvious.

Upon arriving at the villa, Yusuke Suzuki carried Vermouth directly to the basement and waited for her to wake up.

During this time, he was also busy, examining the vegetative patient Vermouth again.

The wound has completely healed.

Due to the lack of independent breathing, the blood lacks nutrients, and the passage of time.

This body has completely changed its appearance.

It can be roughly described as: a gaunt mummy covered in black.

Without the support of equipment, such a change in this body was inevitable.

She was teetering between life and death.

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This is indeed a bit eye-catching...

After glancing at the plant shell again, Yusuke Suzuki silently turned on the entire life support system and plugged in the oxygen tube.

I didn't open it before because I wanted to see if this body could sustain itself, but I never had the chance to come over, so I put it aside.

For now, let's just leave it open.

To be honest, he's really hoping this plant shell will come back to life.

The lab door cannot be opened from the inside, so there's nothing to worry about.

After waiting for about an hour, Vermouth slowly woke up.

Her eyes blurred briefly before clearing.

From her perspective, Suzuki Yusuke was sitting on a chair not far away, staring at her, his aura and everything else surfacing.

Hmm... she felt like a female spy who had been captured and interrogated in a dungeon.

Then...

In short, there was a certain degree of strange stimulation involved.

Then, Vermouth's gaze shifted upwards, and a pair of dry, black feet came into view.

This is me!?

She scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bedside, completely unaware that her loose-fitting clothes were no longer very elegant.

this......

Vermouth's eyes immediately turned red.

She couldn't describe exactly how she felt.

But sadness and melancholy are inevitable.

Her fair and delicate fingers traced across the plant shell's cheek, carefully brushing aside the strands of golden, withered hair.

With each slight movement of her fingertips, her heart trembled a little more.

"Why didn't you just destroy her?!"

Vermouth took a few deep breaths and then suddenly looked up at Yusuke Suzuki, "You've already killed her, so why did you let her become like this?"

Her eyes were filled with tears, which flowed down her cheeks without leaving a trace.

She seemed to be suppressing some emotion as she bit her lip hard.

Such a sorrowful expression was beyond Suzuki Yusuke's expectations.

"Since it's the same person, you should understand that she brought this upon herself."

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly felt that Vermouth in front of him was like a daughter guarding her seriously ill mother's bedside, questioning him, such an irresponsible 'doctor'.

But he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

You have your sorrows, and so do I.

Or is it that your pain is greater than mine?

Stop joking, okay?

The phrase "you asked for it" left Vermouth speechless.

Yes, she brought it on herself.

She had delayed or given up on more than one mission similar to 'capture Sherry'.

Looking back now, was it really necessary to extend the grudge to Sherry just because of the 'Silver Bullet'?

"What did she say to you before she died?"

Vermouth gripped the sheet tightly with her left hand and asked, bowing her head.

Her voice caused her shoulders to tremble slightly.

What do you think they'll say?

Yusuke Suzuki directly countered with a question.

The laboratory fell silent.

But this state did not last long.

This younger version of Vermouth seems to have finally found her former self, letting go of the strength supporting her body, kneeling on the ground and sobbing.

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly realized something was wrong and said in a deep voice, "You are not Vermouth, or rather, you have only inherited her memories."

Vermouth did not answer immediately.

About five minutes later, she looked up, revealing the captivating expression that only a true young girl would have after weeping.

"It was her memories that conceived me."

Vermodara stood up, gripping the bedside armrest, her still-red eyes holding a pair of elves within them.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears. "However, I want to thank you for not making her disappear from this world. I couldn't truly believe you until I saw her with my own eyes."

"Now, I will find a way to revive her."

Yusuke Suzuki frowned slightly. "Use a memory backup? Won't she do what you did?"

"So it's another method."

Vermouth slapped her face hard with both hands, let out a long breath, and then bowed deeply. "I haven't thought of a suitable solution yet. Memory backup is the last resort. In any case, I will definitely need your help in the future. I hope you can help me!"

"In return, I will cover up everything Sherry did for you, and I will do my best to help you within the organization."

After this series of actions, Suzuki Yusuke was completely dumbfounded.

No, has this middle-aged woman really turned into a young girl?