COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Teacher." A man wearing sunglasses and a black motorcycle suit walked into Chablis's laboratory.

Shows a habitual attitude towards dirty environments.

"Is it you, come to see them again?" The sloppy middle-aged man also showed a common attitude towards his arrival.

"You don't plan to wake up an experimental subject that has been raised for seven years. It's a waste of resources," Chablis said.

Seven years ago, Wei Que, who was still undercover in the police, came to his laboratory late at night with a bag of broken body tissue.

"Teacher, can you cultivate a new body?" Wei Que, who was still somewhat young, had dark eyes and a weak voice, but still managed to give a free and easy smile.

"This is... the one you played with when you were a kid?" Chablis looked at the stump fragments.

"It's Yan Er..." Wei Que lowered her head.

"It's not long before you graduated, and you've changed from good people to..." Chablis raised his eyebrows and looked at the stumps that were left, and couldn't even spell out the complete corpse. He couldn't think of anything to describe it for a while.

"It was an accident while dealing with the bomb..." Wei Que's tone was suppressed.

"He died as a police officer." His face was full of disgust for the police.

Anyone can threaten the police and ask them to send people to die again and again.

Other people's **** don't care, but...

Kenji Akihara is a playmate he has known since childhood.

He met before he was a student of Chablis.

"Are you sure you want an identical body?" Chablis asked meaningfully.

"...Please." Wei Que replied.

Kenji Akihara was his playmate who stood by his side when everything was still unraveled.

So Chablis used the remaining fragments to cultivate a new Akihara Kenji.

A year ago, Wei Que came to his laboratory with a complete corpse.

"This is also handed over to the teacher." Wei Que said.

"I'm not specializing in dealing with corpses..." Chablis looked helpless at the complete corpse.

But this one is better than the previous one.

After all, it is complete in itself and does not need to be cultivated from nothing.

"This is the last one. If I bring a body next time, it might be from Bourbon or Scotland." Wei Que breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

He only had a good relationship with these people.

Back to the present.

After Chablis finished speaking, he found that Wei Que was silent.

He narrowed his eyes.

"What? Changed your mind?" he asked with a little interest.

After seven years, finally think about it?

"Yeah." Wei Que nodded.

Didn't say why he thought about it.

"Teacher, can you make up memories for them?" he just asked.

"Khal told you?" Chablis responded immediately.

No wonder Wei Que suddenly thought about it.

"Yes, yes, and the two of them don't have any memory at all, their brains are blank, and it's easier to fabricate memories, do you want to try?" Chablis suggested after trying to understand.

"Well." Wei Que lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Chablis pressed a button on the wall, and a wall of the laboratory suddenly opened, revealing two translucent incubation chambers.

In the culture cabin filled with green nutrient solution, the two figures were holding their knees and suspended in the nutrient solution with their eyes closed.

It's like being in a mother's womb.

"Dong Dongdong—" Chablis knocked on the training cabin.

The man inside opened his eyes.

A look of closeness and trust.

"Winter—" Chablis knocked on the training cabin again.

The light dimmed, and the figure in the training cabin also closed his eyes.

"This is a memory generator..." Chablis pointed to the console beside him.

"Enter the memory you want, and it will become a specific picture scene in their minds..."

"Do it yourself." Chablis left a sentence and turned to do his own thing.

Wei Que silently drank a cigarette and fell into silence as he looked at the console with hundreds of operation buttons.

"Teacher," he called.

"What?" Chablis didn't look back, burying himself in his experiments.

"I won't use it." Wei Que said righteously.

There is not even a logo on the hundreds of buttons, and he is not a professional, how could he possibly use it.

"...Forget it, you say I'll make it up." Chablis reluctantly put down his experiment, with the momentum of a quick battle.

"Trouble." Wei Que said politely, but there was no politeness on his face.

"He and I have known each other since childhood..."

"We became your students together, entered the police academy, got the code name of the organization after graduation, and the task of the undercover police..."

"He encountered a bomber when he was working undercover with the police, and had to die as a police officer..."

"Teacher, it took you seven years to save him..." Wei Que said false memories.

"This kid is different from you. He still has family." Chablis reminded suddenly.

"Scotland also has family." Wei Que just said.

After the identity of Zhu Fu Jingguang died, Scotland never thought of recognizing his family.

Of course Kenji Akihara can do the same.

After all, Kenji Akihara... is dead~www.wuxiamtl.com~ His new name is... Kenichi Sawada. "Wei Que smoked a cigarette and said thoughtfully.

"Where's the other one?" Chablis asked casually.

"His words..." Wei Que looked at Yin Dahang's figure in the training cabin.

Do you want the other party to have Yin Dahang's memory?

Wei Que asked himself in his heart.

Yin Dahang is the only one of the five who has a girlfriend.

A year ago, after Yin Dahang died in a car accident, the other party hanged himself.

Let the other party have Yin Dahang's memory, and this must not be avoided.

so…

"He's just a member who has a good relationship with us and was raised by the organization since he was a child." Wei Que said with a sigh of white mist.

"Sword Comes"

Or don't give the other squad leader's memory.

"His face... can it be changed?" Wei Que asked.

"Okay, what do you want to change?" Chablis replied calmly.

It's really easy to just change your appearance.

"You decide, as long as it's not like this now." Wei Que stopped looking at the figure in the training cabin and said casually.

"Let's go first." He waved his hand away.

After he left, Chablis looked at the two training cabins and smiled with a pity and regret.

I saw him pressing the button beside him.

A wall of the laboratory opened, revealing dozens of nutrient capsules neatly behind.

The figure in it is exactly the same as the person and the two figures in front of him.

"As long as there is a successful experiment..." Chablis said, pressing the self-destruct button.

The nutrient solution in the culture chamber quickly disappeared, and in its place... was destruction.

The original rows of experimental subjects all turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Only the figures in the two training cabins in front of Chablis remained.