When Gin Loses The Underworld Filter

Chapter 13

When Akai Shuichi woke up, the first thing that flooded into his consciousness was the dull pain that was hard to ignore, and the vague itching from the sting of the medicine powder.

His eyelids felt heavy, his temples were throbbing, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness. He couldn't even speak a clear sentence, as if he was rusty.

He slowly opened his eyes, half-lidded, and vaguely felt that he was in a dimly lit room.

And my posture...

Akai Shuichi froze.

Only then did he realize that his arms were being opened horizontally, the cold metal texture on his wrists and the upward pulling feeling, as well as the feeling of powerlessness like a wave sweeping over him, all told him that he was extremely unoptimistic at the moment. situation.

He blinked slowly, trying to wake himself up.

But the chaotic thinking ability in his brain made him instantly alert.

"It's... medicine."

The ace FBI agent thought helplessly: "Now I'm really out of luck..."

Even the truth serum used in the interrogation was used.

If the FBI hadn't specially trained Akai Shuichi on this, I'm afraid he would have completely lost his ability to think at this moment.

The principle of truth serum is actually anesthesia, sedation and hypnosis, which suppresses the patient's consciousness and exposes the true thoughts in the subconscious.

In this case, patients usually suffer from various hallucinations and can be easily induced by others to say things they would never say at ordinary times.

This type of medicine targets the nerves of the human brain, and it is impossible to be unaffected even after training. Training only allows Akai Shuichi to barely maintain the most basic thinking.

The dark room was cramped and cramped, with only an incandescent lamp lighting above the head.

There weren't many horrific torture instruments around like those in the movies, but there was a small cart with a lot of medical equipment in the corner, and some blood-stained bandages were scattered on the ground.

His coat and shirt were also hastily thrown over there.

Akai Shuichi realized belatedly that the wounds from his "car accident" had been treated, and the ruptured abdominal wounds were well bandaged. Although it was still painful, experience told him that such treatment would not leave him with any lasting pain. sequelae.

And the fact that he is still hanging here with his life shows that the organization has not found out his identity.

"……still have a chance."

He thought, then took a deep breath, calmed down and waited for the organization members who were about to come in.

Who would be responsible for interrogating him?

is it him?

Akai Shuichi didn't wait long when the door was pushed open from outside.

"Creak--"

A familiar yet unfamiliar silver-haired man walked in wearing a black coat, with a cold light in his eyes. When the hem of the clothes swayed, you could see the boleta on his waist. The metal buckle of the belt on his waist reflected the dazzling light of the incandescent lamp. , causing the eyes of a certain injured person who was hung up by his hands to dazzle.

"Click."

Akai Shuichi watched silently as the man closed the door with his backhand, his lips stretched into a straight line, and he watched the man approach with a gloomy look.