Walking on the road, it is possible to say that you have picked up money.

Wataru Mingze is different, she picked up a personal ...... in the process of talking about business

In early autumn, the temperature plummets.

A steady drizzle is falling on the streets, the streetlights are dim, and the corners of the dark alleys are musty garbage heaps.

No one comes here at night, and it's not easy to spot, so it's a good place to hide.

People who can't afford life, or who want to choose their own path, and who are confused about the future.

Coming together.

A deformed ecological chain has been formed in this region.

Wataru is here today to meet a person whose research as a researcher is mostly due to blood diseases.

The trader is an old woman.

With no two teeth left, he stood in the only bright spot on the corner of the street with his hands bent, waiting by the towering street lamp.

Under the light, the old woman was not smoking a very hot dry cigarette, the smoke rose above her, and in a blink of an eye it was dispersed by the wind blowing out of the alley.

Before it was close, the pungent smell was already blowing in my face.

Du Bu covered her mouth and nose and coughed a few times, and then the old woman also found her and beckoned to her.

Standing in the distance, "You're the one who asked me out, aren't you?" What new projects are going to be handed over to our institute. ”

"Little doll, you come over and say, people are old, their ears are a little back, and they can't hear when they stand far away, hehehehe......"

The environment brought out the old woman's sly smile, which was really like a ghost laugh, and Rang Bu was a little trembling.

Her research results are quite profitable, but these alone cannot afford the expenses of such a large research institute.

Although the institute did not belong to her, she watched it go from being ignored to improving slightly.

People have feelings.

"The old woman is such an old man, and she can still deceive you into a little doll, come here, I'll tell you about it."

The hoarse voice somehow she actually heard a sharp feeling, and Wataru mustered up the courage to walk forward slowly.

The brown markings on the old woman's face became clearer, and of course the smell of smoke became stronger.

Indeed, this old woman didn't have any thoughts about Dubu, and she came this time just to repay the favor she owed before.

She's too old to do anything more.

So this favor has been dragged on to this day, in fact, the one she owes the favor has long been buried in the soil, a pile of bones.

But when you're older, you'll always remember something.

Hold on to something.

If it is bad, it is called stubbornness, and if it is good, it is called nostalgia.

She was the old woman who took care of A233 in the arsenal, with no name and only a code name.

A3。

That's her code name.

In terms of seniority, she was taller than the leader of the secret intelligence organization, her age was unknown, and no one had ever asked this question.

No one has ever dared to ask this question.

In the arsenal, the rotting heads of dead people hanging on the walls are not for nothing.

No one wants to do the next one.

"Little doll, this person is handed over to you, and I promise to provide you with funds, but you have to cure her."

"What about people?"

Du Bu looked left and right, and found that there were only her and the old woman under the street lamp.

The old woman smiled indifferently, "You'll see people, this is the money invested in the early stage." ”

She pulled out a card from her bosom, the clothes were very old-fashioned kimonos, and she didn't know how she hid such a small card.

It could be a habit, or it could be something else.

Wataru didn't take it politely, this was originally a deal, "Even if you don't say I'll do my best, it's just that the treatment object ......"

The old woman waved her hand and took a puff of dry tobacco, "I will put the follow-up money into that card, and you can go." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman patted her head, "Alas, people are old, it's time for me to go." ”

Under the gaze of Du Bu, the old woman turned around slowly, took her left hand, smoked a cigarette, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"I don't know."

"Forget it, the funds are in hand, and I'll just pay a little attention when I see that patient."

On the way back, she was not so apprehensive.

After all, money can strengthen courage, this is really not blown, she doesn't have to care about a lot of things when she has money.

Plus she's a LV4 capability. I am happy in my heart, and the pace of the return journey is also a little faster.

It's still the alley where you came, or the road where the light flickers and dims.

Just as she was halfway through the walk, suddenly her feet wanted to be grabbed by something strange, and the sticky feeling made her subconsciously urge her ability.

"Save ...... Help, me! ”

"People?"

The thin blood line floating in the air gradually disappeared, and she borrowed the light to endure the stench and lowered her head to take the hand of the person on the ground.

Get a little checked.

Immediately took out his mobile phone and called the institute.

"Dark Alley of the Seventh School District, Seventh Street, hurry up and send someone over."

"Something's wrong." The answer was a calm middle-aged man, who was the director of the institute.

"The money is in! Director, there is a patient here who is suspected of having a blood disorder, and she may have a lot to do with the previous trade partner. ”

The director could understand the meaning of her words.

Patients = new research direction + research ideas + something to do = money.

Admittedly, the last one is the most important, but the researcher also eats.

He immediately arranged for someone to drive to the place that Dubu said, turned his head to the phone and said, "How is the patient's condition?" ”

Wataru stared at the dark red with a hint of green blood, and a few drops of sweat slipped down his forehead.

The more I analyzed, the more I was afraid, and the heavier my mood became.

I'm afraid that I will almost touch the other party's blood with my own hands, which contains at least three deadly toxins.

Her initial judgment just now was wrong!

"If I'm not mistaken, her situation shouldn't be sick, it's poisoning! At least three or more deadly toxins are eating away at this patient's body! ”

"Time, it will take time for the people I sent to arrive!"

"She needs time, too, more than anyone else!"

Wataru hung up the phone, took off his coat, put it over A233's body, and then leaned on her coat to support her forward.

"You must stay awake now, and you must not sleep. If you go to sleep now, no one will be able to save you! ”

"I understand."

A233 whispered in response, the dead skin on her chapped lips turned up, and four or five dark green threads reflected next to her eyeliner.

Half an hour, the operating room of the Institute.

Everyone was waiting solemnly, including the very mentally exhausted Dubu, who was now wearing surgical gowns, white leather gloves and masks.

"Her internal organs have died and it is recommended to be removed."

"Can you keep it?" Watar's task is to control the flow of blood and keep it from splashing.

The surgeon is a friend of the director, a veteran human enthusiast, who is generally called Dr. Sawaguchi, nicknamed Organ Collector.

He likes to collect all kinds of organs, including eyeballs, hands and feet, internal organs, etc., as long as they are related to the human body and are valuable to him.

He'll want to collect it.

On the outside, it looks like just a very ordinary corporate white-collar worker.

The big black and shiny back, the angular outline and the upright facial features, no matter how it looks, it can't be linked to the kind of pervert who likes organs.

It's normal that the truth is always unexpected.

"I can trade it for fresh organs. Her internal organs could no longer be used, so she had to be removed. ”

"You're talking about transplants?"

"I still need a lot of fresh blood, you know the model yourself."

Sawaguchi doesn't hide his desire to collect, and Wataru needs to be responsible for the patient.

The director looked at it coldly, he needed the result rather than the process, and of course if the cost in the process was too large, he would still ask about it.

And the purchase of fresh organs is a burden for him, or for the entire institute.

"I agree with Zekou's idea, we still have a lot of stock in our blood bank."

"I'm in favor of it too."

There were only four people in the operating room, and the rest was Sawaguchi's assistant, a 14-year-old boy who was always smiling, but now he couldn't see it with a mask.

"Taki! Don't talk too much! ”

"Hi ~ I see."

His hands were stained with blood, or the kind of blood that was full of poison, and Taki didn't care.

Now it's up to Dubu, after all, it's the business she brought, and there's nothing wrong with having money to make together.

Each has something they want.

"Let's change it."

Wataru made a difficult decision, and A233, who was already anesthetized, had no strength to speak, not to mention that she was now unconscious.

Let's hope this decision is the right one, Wataru looked at A233 and said in his heart.

"Taki, immediately go to the car and get the freezer, I knew this was going to happen when I came."

Sawaguchi finally had a smile on his face, and he commanded the dragon.

Taki casually dropped the scalpel, quickly pushed the door and ran out of the operating room. ()

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