Judging by the fragments of Masao Yamamoto's memories, the Japanese military did not find him out of nowhere. On at least three occasions, three different spies approached Masao Yamamoto.

Disguised as reporters from fishing newspapers or some marine life enthusiasts, they tentatively asked him questions about deep-sea fish parasites and bacteria.

Although he has a withdrawn personality and tastes the warmth and coldness of human affection, he is still a simple and unguarded young man, especially when the other party asks him a question that interests him, he talks freely without scruples.

Wei Qingyun and several experts deduced that this was probably related to several papers he had published, and in later contacts, it was discovered that he was a withdrawn and simple person, had no friends, and had little contact with his family, so he was very easy to keep secret and control, and the military had the intention of pulling him into the gang.

When Masao Yamamoto was a sophomore, his maternal grandfather died, and he was cut off from his family, earning his personal needs mainly on scholarships and working as a professor's assistant.

After his mother remarried, his relationship with Masao Yamamoto became colder. During this time, he was mainly supported by his grandfather, a shrewd and cunning old man who maintained a few good hearts.

Wooing a college student who is not deeply involved in the world and thirsty for knowledge is easier than taming a dog for those cunning spy leaders.

They investigated Masao Yamamoto's background, learned that his father was infected with some kind of plague in a fishing village, and deduced the epidemic and symptoms at that time, and quickly compiled a virological data with similar symptoms, and launched a secret recruitment program in his grade under the banner of the Imperial Special Biology and Virus Research Center.

The recruitment targets are the few outstanding students recommended by the teachers - for the teachers, such an opportunity is tantamount to adding glory to their own faces, they will only try their best to push all kinds of students in front of spies disguised as researchers, such as Masao Yamamoto, especially good students, of course, shine, the teachers continue to add fuel and vinegar to boast, eager to stuff him into the arms of those recruiters.

Of course, there are special conditions for this kind of special recruitment, and those recruiters deliberately put on a straight face one by one, coldly casting a copy of the information to each student - a bait, that is, the virology data they prepared, and asking everyone to write their own research experience based on the information.

Masao Yamamoto had privately studied his father's epidemic in the past, and that information was not an exam question for him at all, but a delicious pie that fell from the sky. If he gets the treasure, how can he have any suspicions.

Everything made sense, everything went very well. A total of three students were chosen, and until then, they all knew each other, and they were all nerds who didn't know anything outside the window. However, only Masao Yamamoto was taken to a secret base managed by militarization.

Masao Yamamoto naturally ignored the arrangement of the other two students, and never met again, at least in his memory.

Masao Yamamoto was secretly brought in - in a stuffy tanker, completely armed and escorted, with no view from the window, and even himself, for a long time, did not care where he was, except that the salty and humid air blowing in from outside the high walls should be in a col by the sea, but there are too many places like this in Japan. It's really impossible to locate.

As soon as he got there, he suddenly found himself in the world of science fiction, with a European academic architectural style, white façade, clean and tidy, a stream of top-notch equipment, everyone was in good spirits and engrossed, uniform white uniforms, gas masks.

When they're not in the lab, they take off their masks and hold various discussions in different conference rooms.

Those who spoke were Japan's top biology and virology gurus, whose names Masao Yamamoto had previously admired only in magazines, now sit among them.

There were also two Europeans. Until then, he had not met a few real Europeans, except for a few missionaries who had come to Japan, but he judged that they came from countries such as Germany or Italy, based on the national and ethnic characteristics described in the books.

After boldly asking the names of the two foreigners to the people around him, it felt a little unfamiliar, but the researcher who later became his mentor - at first, Masao Yamamoto was just a trainee researcher who helped some researchers with a lot of work - introduced some of their works with a little disdain, and only then did he realize that they were also high-level figures in the field of virology.

It's just that their research is not for medicine, but for the military - one of them cultivated a virus that could kill an entire village in a dose the size of a tear.

After listening to the mentor's introduction, Masao Yamamoto didn't really understand what it meant to be creepy, and even a little indifferent, killing a village and the like was still far away for him, he just felt that the study of viruses and bacteria should be used to treat diseases and save people, and that kind of viruses should be strictly controlled.

His mentor probably saw what he was thinking, and offered to make him his assistant. Masao Yamamoto has finally gone from a miscellaneous worker to a person with research topics.

At first, the tutor just arranged for him to do some peripheral work, configure some inexplicable culture media, sort out and analyze some data, and after seeing that he was really simple-minded, the tutor took him to the core of his research.

This mentor is kind and compassionate, and Masao Yamamoto has always treated him as a benevolent doctor who is committed to saving lives and helping the wounded, so when he first took him into his secret laboratory, Masao Yamamoto was startled, and it was really disgusting, he vomited for almost a whole day, even the gastric juice was vomited, and the whole person collapsed, so that after sleeping for a day and a night, Masao Yamamoto's body eased up.

In response, the mentor smiled like a passer-by, and still asked in the same generous tone as ever, "Do you want to continue?" ”

Masao Yamamoto nodded vigorously.

Thus, he began his research career in a secret laboratory in this secret base.

The mentor told him that the object of their research was a virus from the deep sea, and it was not yet possible to determine the depth of the seabed.

All he knew was that the existing samples of the virus came from a fishing village, and that the researchers who first came into contact with the incident had been infected with the virus and had died.

When he took over the project, there was no one to hand over it, only the photos of his predecessors and their posthumous works.