"Won't you destroy your organs?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow. "While I do want to do it, it's not good to break my organs......"

When he heard this, the person who was tied up in the bed began to struggle harder.

The woman motioned for Kazuo Ota to answer the question.

"You have three minutes to sanction him," Kazuo Ota said. "We'll immediately start dissecting his core organs, and then they'll undergo genetic explosion surgery. Oh yes, don't move his neck to the abdomen, in case you poke what you need. ”

"As for the tools," the woman handed Fujiwara a fruit knife hidden in its scabbard. "Under the quilt of this empty hospital bed in front of me is a semi-enclosed garment to avoid staining your clothes. At that time, it would be nice to wash your face at most. ”

"Thank you," Fujiwara nodded, and then took out the dress the woman had said. "Very suitable clothes."

Quickly putting on this surgical gown, Fujiwara put on a hat and mask in the pocket of his clothes, and then came to the perpetrator with a fruit knife.

"What's your name?" Fujiwara asked, but stopped in the middle of his own time. Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, the title is going to have no meaning soon. ”

The buttons at the neckline of the perpetrator were delicately unbuttoned by Fujiwara, exposing the entire throat area, and the fruit knife with the scabbard was gently slashed along the central axis.

“！！！” The perpetrator continued to struggle, and the jaw holder kept shaking in his range of motion. That's when Fujiwara realized that the reason why the perpetrator couldn't make a sound was because he had a ball in his mouth... A pair of black stockings?

If it was normal, Fujiwara would definitely be stunned, but at this time he was not in the mood.

"Don't look at me like that," Fujiwara continued. "I don't want to see you either, because the first time you appeared in front of me, you knocked my most important friend into the ICU. To me, you're just a source of trouble. ”

Fruit knives unsheathed.

"So, let's not try to make things difficult for each other and meet each other." Fujiwara pressed the tip of the knife against the neck of the perpetrator. "I don't want to see you again until I'm dead - ah, I won't meet you even if I'm dead, your sin is too great."

Fujiwara adjusted the fruit knife to an angle perpendicular to the perpetrator's neck, and then placed his other hand on the end of the handle as well, making it easier to exert force.

Take a deep breath and ......

"Die!" Fujiwara gritted his teeth and pierced the knife through the weak layer of skin against it, and the entire blade was buried neatly into his entire body like torn paper.

Fuji was originally going to let him experience what it is like to be worse than dead, but he chose to kill him with one blow - if it was just to buy Takeda more time to prepare, and this time should not be overdone.

"You're cleaner than I thought you were," the woman smiled and nodded. Kazuo Ota immediately dialed a phone number.

About half a minute later, several men in white coats walked in with a stretcher cart and pushed the perpetrator, who was already dead, out.

When the stretcher vanished out the door, Fujiwara took a step back and leaned against the wall.

What did he just do? It seems to be ...... Homicide?

"Confused now?" The woman came to Fujiwara and touched his head. "It's okay, you're just saving your friend's life. And his other organs will be removed and used on other people—you may have killed one person, but you may have saved three or five people, and you have helped many more people! ”

Her words seem to have a magical power that calms people.

…………

A few minutes later, in a workshop, Fujiwara sat in his seat and looked at two computer screens in front of him—one of which captured three organs, including the heart, soaked in a clear liquid, and the other a page of extremely complex data. Kazuo Ota sat in the seat next to him, while the woman stood behind him with her arms propped up on the back of the chair on which Fujiwara was sitting.

"What are you doing here?" Fujiwara asked. "What the hell is this so-called 'gene explosion'?"

"This technology is essentially a gene chain DIY," Kazuo Ota explains. "We copied a fragment of Takeda's antigen-related gene, and then we used a technique found in bacteria (author: CRISPR, the tool used to edit genes now, found in bacteria) to replicate that fragment on a large scale in the clear liquid that you see and then hang it up with a targeted cutting tool. As long as the gene fragments in these fluids are gradually washed out of the organs while maintaining oxygen delivery, the vast majority of the gene fragments can be modified to Takeda's - so that these organs are in a sense ideal transplant candidates with a perfect match for Takeda. Because the cutting toolchain we use is very long, which makes the clips that can be cut very targeted, it is almost impossible for misclipping to happen. Even if a small number of gene fragments are off target and hit other sites, the chance that these fragments can threaten Takeda's health after transplantation is almost zero. ”

"Your technology is really advanced...... Fujiwara sighed. Still, sister, I have a question. ”

"What's the problem?" The woman asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Fujiwara asked. "If you have this kind of technology, why didn't you win the Nobel Prize? This is much more technical than last year's Nobel Prize. (The winner of the 1988 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine developed the coronary heart disease drug propranolol and an anti-cancer drug that does not damage normal cells, and this gene DIY is not at all a level of scientific research results)"

"We?" The woman glanced at Kazuo Ota and said to Fujiwara. "We are a community, an organization that challenges the unknown and the dark. We are adventurers who sail the ocean of knowledge, lone wanderers who dance between taboo and truth, and fanatics who dedicate themselves to the destiny of mankind. We may go to hell in the future, but everything we get will become the most precious treasure on the road to human development. ”

"For humans............ Fujiwara muttered.

"What's wrong, want to join us?" Kazuo Ota asked.

"Honestly," Fujiwara replied. "I'm not really interested in that, after all, I'm one of the more selfish people."

"You're honest," the woman smiled and touched Fujiwara's head. "Not everybody has to have big ambitions, as long as you can agree with us on certain aspects, you can join us. Here, you will be able to learn a lot and gain a lot. ”

"I'll think about it." Fujiwara shrugged.