Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

It wasn't until the sky was completely dark that Luo Zhen woke up and thought:

"How does time go by so quickly?"

After hurriedly taking out his homework, Luo Zhen began to get serious. . . Perfunctory Hiratsuka Shizuo's homework.

Composition, it all depends on blowing water.

The next morning, Luo Zhen entered the classroom from the back door on time.

The students in the classroom are still the same as when the school started.

Around their own small circle, everyone is excited to say something.

It's as if there are endless topics to talk about.

Passing through a small group, Luo Zhen silently sat in his seat.

"Morning Sakamoto."

After saying hello to Sakamoto, Luo Zhen took out the textbook for today's class from his schoolbag.

"Huh? This is?"

An item that did not belong to Luo Zhen appeared in his bag.

It's a weird plastic packaging.

It looks about the size of a fist.

Luo Zhen was very sure that this thing was not his own, and he had never bought this thing.

Raised his head and glanced around, everyone in the classroom was busy with their own affairs.

It doesn't look any different.

It is basically possible to exclude mischievous speculation.

And Luo Zhen didn't think anyone could quietly stuff things into their bags.

"I go out for a while."

After hesitating for two seconds, Luo Zhen walked out of the classroom holding the small box.

When he came to the rooftop last time, Luo Zhen took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Well, it's me."

"I found the existence of a suspected containment object here."

"Not quite sure, this thing was in my bag without me noticing it."

After communicating with the person on the phone, Luo Zhen closed the door to the rooftop.

This is obviously not something that can be opened in a classroom.

Luo Zhen didn't know what was in it.

Just in case, he still took this thing to the rooftop.

The liaison officer of the institute on the phone expressed his understanding and said that he would immediately notify the external editor members of the institute in Zongwu Gao to go to the rooftop where Luo Zhen was.

Yes, the agency has external editor members in Zongwu Gao.

It would be better to say that such a relatively well-known school has external editor members of the organization.

After the report, Luo Zhen did not hang up the phone, but kept the communication.

Looking at the box in his hand, Luo Zhen somehow felt the urge to open it.

Without concealing it, Luo Zhen truthfully reported his thoughts.

"Okay, I know."

Rubbing his hair, Luo Zhen was a little distressed.

It looks like there is no class today.

No matter what is in it, Luo Zhen will return to the institute to receive psychological tests and counseling.

Prevent problems with his mental state.

Chapter 23 Experiments

In the underground research base of the institute, the packaging box that suddenly appeared in Luo Zhen's schoolbag was placed on a pure white table.

There are only a few items in the small room.

A table, a chair, a box to test.

There are also cameras running silently in the corners.

In the monitoring room, Luo Zhen and several researchers watched the pictures on the screen.

"Here's some not-so-good news."

An investigator in a suit pushed open the door and walked in, saying:

"The dice in the box don't seem to be unique."

"We found a lot of dice on the market that were similar and even had the same box."

"That's really bad news."

The researcher sitting in front of the screen said without looking back.

Obviously he didn't care much about it.

After two seconds of silence he continued:

"I'm guessing you guys should have collected all these dice already, haven't you?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the researcher's tone is very positive.

He didn't believe that the Institute would let these things circulate on the market.

"Yes, Dr. Seymour."

Nodding, the investigator was noncommittal.

Dr. Seymour was actually a nice guy, and he was generally kind to those around him.

Although these good intentions basically only exist in the mind.

But it's also much easier to get along with than some crazy researchers.

"Are the D-class personnel ready?"

"D-43426 is ready."

"Then the experiment can begin."

After finishing speaking, Dr. Seymour turned to look at Luo Zhen and asked:

"Again how you felt at the time."

Hearing Dr. Seymour's words, Rozen began to recall how he felt when he got the dice:

"It just feels like an ordinary dice, like an ordinary handicraft."

"But it gave me a strong urge to use it."

Dr. Seymour quietly listened to Luo Zhen's words, while writing and drawing on the notebook in front of him.

"But you held back, didn't you?"

Dr. Seymour catches a key point.

Although Luo Zhen felt a strong desire to use it, he did not use the dice in the end.

"Yes."

Dr. Seymour wanted to ask something else, but a voice from the microphone interrupted his questioning.

"Doctor, D-43426 is ready."

Dr. Seymour temporarily put down and continued to ask Luo Zhen's thoughts.

Instead of asking someone who didn't use it, look at the experimenter's response.

After a brief communication, D-43426 asked:

"In other words, as long as I cooperate with the experiment, I can be exempted from the death penalty, right?"

The D-class personnel asked excitedly.

Although many countries do not have the death penalty on the surface, they still have the execution method of injecting drugs behind the scenes.

Especially for some big men who were brought down.

Their competitors will not let them live.

"Yes."

Dr. Seymour responded coldly.

What about absolving the death penalty?

Dr. Seymour had been at the institute for a while, but he had never seen a D-class come back clean.

"Okay, what should I do next?"

Seeming to hear the Doctor's impatience, D-43426 skipped the previous topic.

For some reason, this room always gave him a very bad feeling.

"Please unpack and remove the dice."

Dr. Seymour's voice came from the speakers.

D-43426, who was sitting at the table, raised his brows and reached out to grab the package on the table.

He checked a little before tearing it apart.

'Like ordinary packaging? ’

A thought crossed D-43426's mind, but was quickly dismissed.

Think about it and know that this is impossible.

Grab the corner of the package with force, and the package is easily torn open.

A yellow dice rolls on the table.

There are no points on the six sides of this die.

Instead: 'no' 'yes' 'maybe'

No option occupies two faces.

"Fuck!"

"No, I mean sorry, Doctor."

D-43436's heart stopped beating for a beat, and he subconsciously cursed out.

Only then did he realize his current situation.

"It's okay, please get the dice back."

Dr. Seymour's voice remained flat, or rather indifferent.

Next, under the guidance of Dr. Seymour, D-43426 began to ask some simpler binary questions.

But as time went on, D-43426's problems got worse.

His current state has changed from a cooperative experiment at the beginning to being controlled by dice.

"Should I blink?"

"Yes."

Without being urged, D-43426 continued to roll the dice.

When 'maybe' is thrown he will continue to roll the dice.

until 'yes' or 'no' is thrown.