jdhmnovel Chapter 886: Like a Defective Product About to be Destroyed
Chapter 886: Like a Defective Product About to be Destroyed
Seeing that they were all just staring at him without saying anything, No. 311 blinked and the smile on his face deepened slightly, "Excuse me... Can I help... you?"
The dazed people came to their senses and wanted to say no, but a sweet female voice sounded in the lounge faster than them.
Kuno Nayazuki waved towards No. 311 and smiled gently, "Of course, so you come in first and close the door."
"Okay." No. 311 did as he was told.
Knowing that Kuno Nayazuki wanted to find out something about No. 311, everyone quieted down and watched his actions in silence.
Qianzhu looked calmly at No. 311's slightly stiff movements.
Liu Qingyao glanced at it for a few seconds and then looked away, lowering his head and whispering, "That's not Bechfinger."
Ran Mouri, who was separated from him by Conan, vaguely heard these words, turned her head to glance at him, and then looked at No. 311.
Some people don’t understand. If No. 311 is not Bechfinger, then why does he look exactly like Bechfinger?
No. 311, who was being watched by almost everyone, walked in, closed the door, and obediently came in front of Kuno Nayazuki, blinking at her.
The girl sat on the sofa. She looked up at the young man who walked in front of her. She paused for a moment, then raised her hand and waved it downwards, "Sit down first."
"Ok."
No. 311 nodded obediently, and then under everyone's unprepared gaze, he knelt down on the spot with a thud, looking at Kuno Nayazuki with bright eyes. His posture was so well-behaved that he looked like a silly Xiu Gou.
Kuno Nayeyue: "..."
She was a little speechless, and hesitated for a long time before she reluctantly opened her lips and spoke word by word: "I mean, you sit down in the chair first."
Hearing her words that seemed to be broken into pieces and then stuffed into his mouth, No. 311 opened his eyes wide, and after two seconds of being stunned, he reacted, nodded, and got up mechanically, and he did not forget to respond:
"Oh, alright."
He looked around the lounge, then ran towards a chair that was a little far away. Before he was about to sit down, he paused and looked up at Kuno Nayazuki, "Should I... go over?"
Kuno Nayazuki nodded and looked at him as if he was a three-year-old child.
311 suddenly realized.
Then a group of people watched him pull a chair in his arms and run over with a smile on his face.
It definitely looks like the type of child that could be easily taken away by human traffickers.
No. 311 moved a chair and sat down obediently beside her, staring at Kuno Nayazuki without blinking, as if he was expecting her to tell him what he needed to do next.
Kuno Nayazuki smiled at him, sat up a little straighter, and then reached out and held his hand.
No. 311 was stunned for a moment and blinked in confusion.
"Don't be scared, I just want to ask you some questions."
Qian Qian comforted him, Kuno Nayeyue looked at him and nodded, then asked with a smile: "Let me ask you, is your name 311?"
311 paused for two seconds, then shook his head, and answered with a serious expression: "This is not... a name, this is a code name. Only people who don't have a name... are called code names."
"So that's how it is." Kuno Nayazuki nodded in understanding, her eyes lingering on his face for a moment, and then continued to ask: "How long have you been with those people, that is, Mr. Hoshino Tsukasa?"
311 tilted his head slightly, understood what she said, and then raised the hand that was not being held. He counted on his fingers with a serious expression under the gazes of others who were not sure whether to laugh or cry. He mumbled for a while, and finally answered with two fingers: "Two days."
"Two days?" Everyone, including Kuno Nayazuki, seemed stunned for a moment.
For a while, speculations were flying around.
311 nodded and answered with some difficulty: "Because I have always been with people wearing white clothes."
"Always? Since when?"
"What will they do to you?"
Two voices mixed together and spoke at the same time.
311's brain paused for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to respond. He then looked up at Haibara Ai and Amuro Toru. He tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't know which question to answer first.
Finally, after thinking for a while, he answered the one who spoke first, "I have been with them... for a long, long time... ago."
"They will do to me..." He was suddenly stuck in the middle of the sentence, and then his body began to tremble inexplicably for some reason.
"They...I...will...&%@$*"
Seeing his trembling turn into slight convulsions, everyone quickly spoke out to comfort him.
"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to answer this question. Don't force yourself."
"......Okay." 311's throat was slightly choked, but he still responded.
Seeing him gradually recover, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Toru Amuro, who had just stood up subconsciously, sat back in his chair silently. He looked at No. 311, a little dazed.
He is not Bechfinger.
Toru Amuro is very sure.
Although he looks exactly like Bechfinger and even has a somewhat silly personality, he... is definitely not Bechfinger.
The reason he is so similar to Bergfinger must be because of Death.
They connected what Bechfinger had said with the clues they knew.
The organization that used Bechfinger and others as experimental subjects was Death. This organization has mastered quite a bit of biotechnology.
No. 311 is obviously the experimental subject of one of their research subjects.
As for why he is so similar to Bechfinger, Toru Amuro is not sure. After all, the biological technology that Death has mastered is too outrageous.
After thinking for a moment, Toru Amuro lowered his eyes slightly and felt a sudden force of gravity on his shoulders.
He turned his head to look at Morobushi Kagemitsu, met his gaze, and saw the worry in his eyes. Amuro Toru shook his head slightly at him.
Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang withdrew his hand with confidence and looked up at Kuno Nayazuki and No. 311 who were still talking.
"Did you know that a seven-year-old boy with pale pink hair will be brought on board today?"
Kuno Nayazuki touched No. 311's head. He was confused and frowned. Finally, he asked carefully, "Can you describe it... in more detail?"
"of course."
Kuno Nayozuki described Kawasho Masashi's appearance to him as if she were a child.
No. 311 pondered it carefully in his mind. After a moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and he made a fist with his right hand and knocked on the palm of his left hand:
"I know him. He is... a new companion brought back, but his condition... is not very good... In Mr. Slaino's words, he is like a defective product that is about to be... destroyed."
No. 311 carefully searched for a word from his limited knowledge to describe the Kawasho Machida whom he had met.
Everyone was silent.