Conan's winery play house

Eighty minutes later.

Herrega just started to give Gin a physical examination.

The physical examination room was originally specially used to conduct physical examinations on experimental subjects, so the instruments are very complete and have everything you need.

The organization's attitude towards experimental subjects cannot be said to be particularly bad, but it is definitely not good.

After all, projects that require the use of experimental subjects are projects with extremely high mortality rates.

The experimental body is precious even if it is said to be precious, and cheap even if it is said to be cheap.

Experimental subjects with excellent data in all aspects are naturally precious. The more experiments they survive, the more precious they become.

And those who die in the process will only be disposed of as garbage.

In order to ensure that the test subjects are in a healthy state and avoid affecting the experimental projects, the organization takes very serious care of the test subjects. Even the diet menus are customized by nutritionists according to the physical conditions of the test subjects.

However, such meticulous care could not save the experimental subjects from their critical mental state.

The more experiments you go through, the closer you are to a state of crazy collapse.

"By the way, Numabuchi Kiichiro ran away." Herrega said while drawing Gin's blood.

"Who is that?" Ginjiu said coldly.

He does not remember the names of insignificant people.

"...a low-level member. Didn't Lord Rum decide to train him to become a professional killer? He thought that the other party had the potential to become a codename member, so he threw him into the Colosseum." Herrega was speechless, but

He didn't complain about Gin's habit of not remembering people's names, and explained it as usual.

"Failed? That guy's vision, ha." Gin immediately mocked.

Rum, that old guy who succeeds more than he succeeds.

"Actually, Lord Rum has a good vision. Kiichiro Numabuchi's physical fitness is very good. If you train him, he will have a chance to get a code name, but his spirit is too fragile..." Herriga said on Rum's behalf.

Fair words.

"After entering the Colosseum for a month, I already went crazy. I screamed at the top of my lungs to get out of there..."

"Then he was abandoned by Lord Rum."

"And let us prepare to send him to Shirley's laboratory as an experimental subject." Herriga shrugged, with the indifference of a spectator.

"When he was taken out of the Colosseum for a physical examination, he heard that he was going to be sent for human experimentation, so he jumped out of the car and ran away on the way to Shirley's laboratory."

"My physical fitness is indeed very good. I can escape quickly after jumping out of the car." Heriga said with a smile on his face.

"Who is responsible for catching him back?" Gin came to another instrument and asked while undergoing inspection.

"No one, because Mr. Brandy said that guy is crazy, so don't worry about it." Herriga spread his hands and said.

"Crazy people sometimes tell secrets." Gin closed his eyes and said coldly.

"But he was just a low-level member before. Apart from the Colosseum, he has never been exposed to anything else. Was he scared crazy by the Colosseum, or because he got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the organization from the Colosseum?

Where are you crazy?" Herrega said nonchalantly, and then said with some interest.

"I'm not interested in how crazy people get crazy." Gin opened his eyes and said after hearing the beeping sound of the instrument.

"You can't say that. After all, it's the Colosseum." Herriga said helplessly.

The Colosseum is full of wild animals.

The organization's colosseum is filled with "beasts" who have been selected to have the potential to become killers.

They will undergo a year of training in the Colosseum.

Competitions are held every week.

Unlike schools organized to train children, the beasts in the Colosseum are all people over the age of eighteen.

In comparison, the school's approach is more patient and gentle. All knowledge is taught. As long as you have a talent that surpasses others in a certain aspect, you can survive. Most of the researchers are from organized schools.

Of course, Shirley and Junerik also attended the organized school. Because of their extraordinary learning abilities, they quickly learned all they needed to know, so they were sent to study in the United States when they were seven or eight years old.

Because their talents are in the field of research, they don't need to kill each other like other students. They only need to learn basic marksmanship.

And those beings who have lived step by step year after year and graduated successfully are beings without weaknesses.

Whether it is physical skills, marksmanship, or knowledge reserves, there is no particularly obvious weakness, and there must be one thing that he is extremely good at.

Because if they have an obvious weakness, they will not survive to graduate successfully.

The Colosseum can be said to be a crash course specially established for adults.

There is no need for researchers, it is just a place specially used to train killers.

All they learned were killing techniques.

Every day I wander between killing and being killed. Once I close my eyes and fall asleep, my neck may be cut.

Stay vigilant at all times and pay attention to everyone. Even if you sleep with your eyes open, you may be able to survive to the end.

No wonder Kiichiro Numabuchi went crazy.

There are not just one or two lunatics caused by the Colosseum.

It's just that most of them died or were sent as experimental subjects.

And there are not many normal people who survived the Colosseum.

"That's their waste." Gin sneered.

He studied in the organization's school until he was sixteen, and entered the Colosseum when he was sixteen, where he encountered a betrayal and subsequently became a lone traveler.

It took a year to kill everyone else and leave the Colosseum.

At the age of seventeen, he started taking Vodka on missions. At that time, Gin was still a minor without a driver's license, so Vodka had to drive him.

Counting it all together, vodka is still the senior of gin.

Everyone graduated from the organized school.

Although Vodka is a few years older than Gin, he quickly became convinced by Gin's strength and respectfully called Gin the boss.

"Not everyone can achieve your level. There is only one gin in the organization, right? The organization's supervisor?" Herrega teased.

Everyone in the organization knows that Gin is different from other members. The most trusted subordinate is the wolf, or loyal dog, belonging to that gentleman.

But most members prefer to call Gin a poisonous snake, because to them, Gin is a poisonous snake hiding in the dark that can give them a fatal blow at any time.

"You are too weak." Gin said.

"Okay, the test results should come out after a little while." Herrega seemed to be tired from this series of physical examinations. He stretched his limbs and began to do leg raises as if no one else was watching, ignoring Gin's mocking words.

Discourse.

The silver-haired man didn't care, he sat down on the sofa casually, closed his eyes and rested.

Although there was nothing wrong with his body, he still couldn't rest assured.

Half an hour later.

"Okay, the results are out. Let me take a look...your physical fitness is really excellent. Numabuchi Kiichiro is far worse than you. You are worthy of being the number one in the organization's business..." Herrega held up a

Looking at the inspection report.

"I can't tell you have taken any medicine at all..." He touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Vodka, who pretended he didn't exist, breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, my eldest brother is so healthy, how could something go wrong?

Herega was lying to him again.

Gin reached out and took the inspection report, glanced at it, then folded it and put it in his coat pocket.

"I'll come back next week," he said, and left with the vodka.

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