Watching Councilor Furugawa being blamed, Toshima inexplicably felt that he couldn't help himself: It turns out that I'm doing things pretty well. Thinking about it like this, he suddenly drifted a little. "My lord," he asked casually without even thinking about it, "I wonder what's in that tape?" ”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The old man's face immediately changed. The kind smile disappeared in an instant, and the gaze became cold and unforgiving.

Shunichiro Toshima was taken aback: "My lord? Did I say something wrong, my lord? I beg your pardon! ”

Poof, the old man poured a cup of hot tea on Toshima's face: "I don't know what to lift." Is this the kind of thing you can inquire about? To be a man, you must know how to be measured! People who don't know how to measure often die without knowing why they died. You have achieved the position of section chief in the elite cabinet intelligence investigation office, and you don't even understand such a simple truth? ”

The hot tea, which was close to boiling, made Toshima tremble. He wanted to roll on the ground and howl loudly, but none of them worked. Two black-clad bodyguards guarding the door rushed in instantly, holding him down and dragging him out. He dragged him back and strangled him so that he couldn't make a sound at all.

The old man was still angry, and threw the tea bowl on the tatami mat heavily: "Stupid! ”

Councilor Furugawa bowed his head deeply in obedience. Watching Toshima eat deflated, in fact, he is quite cool, but he can't show it. Bury your face a little deeper, just so that the old man doesn't see the smile on his face.

"Furutegawa."

"Yes!"

"This time, of course, there are some factors that underestimate the enemy, but you are also too lax. People, videotapes, nothing was obtained, and it caused such a big incident. How are you going to explain it to the public? ”

"Yes, this incident is characterized as a protest between organized crime groups. The leaders of the two major gangs in Tokyo have been contacted. It is up to them to give some of them to bear the guilt. The major media have also blown the wind, and they will cooperate with the report when the time comes. ”

"Hmm...... That's not bad. The secret that Kirisu Mado is a woman carrying, and it must not be made public. ”

"Yes."

"I'm probably curious about the secret of that tape."

“…… Can't. ”

"It's nothing to tell you, after all, my trust in you can't be compared with others."

"Thank you very much!"

The old man clapped his hands, and immediately someone brought a bottle of medicine. It is packed in a blue glass bottle that can be protected from light, and if poured out, it is a small transparent and colorless tablet. Neither the bottle nor the medicine is marked.

Councilor Furugawa took the bottle of medicine suspiciously: "May I ask ...... this?" ”

The old man smiled: "The elixir that can make people immortal." ”

Councilor Furugawa's eyes widened in surprise: "Really, there is such a medicine?" ”

"Hahahaha," the old man laughed, "maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration. In short, just one tablet will make you energetic, intelligent, and well-read for 24 hours, almost at the level of superman. It unlocks 100% of your brain and takes your abilities to an unimaginably high level. ”

Seeing the look of surprise and envy on Masato Furutegawa's face, the old man looked very happy. "Want to know where these drugs came from?" He throws out his own questions like fishing.

Thinking of what happened to Toshima just now, Furugawa trembled. "No, if it's a secret, I don't dare to inquire about it."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt to tell you. It is extracted from the gray matter of the human brain. ”

Using human brains to refine medicine?

Belch!

Furugawa lay on the tatami mat and couldn't speak for a while. There was a churn in the stomach, and something sour was pushed down the throat. He tried his best to suppress it, never allowing himself to spit it out. If he vomited in front of the old man, he was worried that he would suffer the same fate as Toshima.

The old man continued with a complacent expression: "These people are all immortals. It's the kind of guy who comes back to life even if he kills it. However, with each kill, they become more dehumanized and end up as insane living corpses. At that point, it must be thrown into the furnace and destroyed. The brains of living corpses are worthless and even poisonous. ”

Masato Furugawa felt that he might be going crazy. What the old man had told him was seriously beyond his comprehension. "The undead? Can we enslave them? Still use them as medicine? ”

The old man smiled nonchalantly, "Maybe you were frightened by the name of the undead. In fact, those guys are no different from ordinary people except that they can be resurrected after being killed. Any stronger person with a baton in his hand can beat them so that they can't get up. I would like to give you a glimpse of it when I have a chance in the future. The old man's farm has hundreds of thousands of immortals, and the supply exceeds the demand. Furugawa, don't underestimate the bottle of medicine in your hand. Every pill can be extracted from dozens of brains. That bottle is equivalent to thousands of brains, but it is only enough to take for a month. ”

It's so powerful that it raises the undead like a pig?

It's no wonder that this old man can firmly control the entire mud bombardment behind the scenes, and has the overwhelming power to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain. Holding the bottle of pills in his hand, Councilor Furutegawa vaguely understood.

He dared to ask a question: "What do these immortals have to do with Kirisu Mato?" ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he regretted it: he should never have asked about such a secret!

Extremely nervous, Furutegawa couldn't control his mouth at all. Although he shed tears of regret, he said it to the end without saying a word. As soon as he finished speaking, he cried bitterly and slammed his head on the tatami mat, begging the old man for forgiveness.

"Hahaha, don't care, don't compare yourself to a small character like Toshima. He doesn't have the qualifications to know the secrets of this level, but you're different. Furugawa, your family is famous, and you are only forty-five years old, so you will definitely be a political star in the future. I'm optimistic about you, don't be afraid. ”

After some relief, Masato Furutegawa was finally convinced that he would not be dragged out.

The old man continued to tell the secrets of the undead. "Kirisu Matoshi has the power to create immortals. She used to distribute her own tapes everywhere, and anyone who watched any of them ended up becoming immortal. ”

"And that kind of thing?" Furukawa's eyes widened in surprise, "But、Why use such a backward method as distributing videotapes? Wouldn't it be faster to upload the video to the Internet? ”

The old man smiled mysteriously, "Because this was nearly forty years ago." At that time, the Internet was not a climate at all. ”

Next, the old man began to tell a secret story from forty years ago.