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Chapter 378 Drop Valley Zero: I want to make Zhu Xingda as an experiment

At the same time, in a private clinic.

The sky outside was gray and the lights were leaning against the window. He was standing in a very clever position. He could see if there were any suspicious people below, but the people below could not see his presence.

There was only a wall behind him, the psychiatrist within the police and Jiangu Ling who came in for one-on-one consultation.

No matter how bold they are, they don't dare to go to the police hospital blatantly, so the doctor has been running a clinic outside and usually receives some ordinary patients.

The mental health of undercover agents has always been a matter of concern. The police prepared a trustworthy psychiatrist for the two undercover agents long before they set off. In the past, Japanese Whiskey was also one of his patients.

Zhu Fu Jingguang waited patiently outside. While he was worried about what was going on inside, he was always paying attention to the situation outside.

After waiting for about two hours, the door finally opened.

Jiang Guling looked normal. He stood at the door and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Do you want to consult? The doctor said he is still free in the afternoon."

Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head: "I don't need it."

From the time he joined the organization until he got the code name, he has never been injured, nor has he done anything that touched the moral bottom line. He encountered some accidents that would cause psychological pressure, but he survived them without any danger, so his spirit

The state is far more normal than going through ups and downs.

Jianggu Ling didn't force it. He closed the door and left the two-story psychological consultation clinic with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Everything was normal on the first floor. Passers-by were coming and going on the street, but no one noticed it.

They quickly returned to the car. The air conditioner was not turned on. Only then did Zhu Fu Jingguang ask, "What did the doctor say?"

"Preliminary judgment result... intermittent amnesia caused by acute anxiety."

Jiang Guling sighed slowly, took out a diagnostic report from his pocket and handed it to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took it and browsed it quickly. He memorized every line on it and frowned slightly.

Because of his childhood trauma, he understands psychological and mental diseases better than Rei Shitani. The pathogenesis of anxiety disorders is still unclear. Current theories include excessive mental stress, excessive fatigue, and a suspicious and overthinking personality.

, accidental severe trauma, etc.

All of these factors may cause people to suffer from anxiety disorders, and Jiangu Ling has unfortunately hit all of them.

When intermittent amnesia occurs, patients will forget some things, and some may even change their personality, becoming irritable or emotionally cold.

"The recording is abnormal, have you consulted a doctor?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked worriedly.

Fangtani Rei stared at the crowd outside. Those were the innocent citizens he wanted to protect. He could not fall because of psychological problems.

"He said that I subconsciously knew that I was being interrogated, and my strong willpower made me say what I should say - to protect my boss Angstra, pretending to be trying to prevent my master from being killed in front of Gin, and being sad after the failure.

The desperate loyal dog..."

Toru Amuro lowered his head, put on his seat belt, and added in a gentle voice: "...I felt that I was insulting him at the time. It was just a delusion that was consistent with my identity under the tremendous pressure and fear that my identity was about to be exposed. In fact, it was not

It didn't happen, so there's no recording."

"..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent.

He believed that the doctors hired by the police would not deceive them and would make the most accurate diagnosis based on the symptoms displayed...but there was always a sense of uneasiness lingering in his heart.

Is this really the case?

Is it really just ordinary anxiety disorder with intermittent memory loss, rather than something... more troublesome and rare, a mental illness?

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but glance at Fa Xiao beside him. The blond mixed-race man noticed his gaze and turned his head to look back at him very naturally.

"It's okay." He heard him say this. "As long as I actively cooperate with the treatment, I will be cured soon."

There was no sunshine outside, but his smile was as warm and soothing as when they were playing together when they were children.



The Lexus drove slowly towards Miwa Town.

Toru Amuro leaned on the passenger seat. He wanted to take out his mobile phone and ask his junior boss where he had gone, when he would be back, whether he would like to pick someone up, what he wanted to eat at night, what snacks he wanted to eat, whether he wanted to eat a croissant... Unfortunately, Scotland was already suspicious, and he could not do anything inconsistent with his status.

The doctor arranged by the police was quite good, but it was a pity that he would not open up to him and confess all the problems.

Psychological problems are not like ordinary physical diseases. Once the patient conceals it and fails to cooperate, no matter how strong the doctor's professional knowledge is, it will be in vain.

Fang Guling looked at the scenery outside the window, not really relaxing in his heart.

The psychiatrist said that these undercover agents had received the most rigorous drug training, and that their physique and willpower were enough to withstand most hallucinogenic drugs... But this was a new drug developed by the organization, and he couldn't be so optimistic. Blind optimism was self-deception.

...It would be nice if we could find someone within the organization to try it again.

The idea just came to Fangtani Ling's mind, and he quickly identified a suitable candidate.

——Zhu Xingda will also conduct a code name assessment in another month. No matter what the mission is, there will definitely be a drug interrogation.

Angstra only told Gin not to interrogate Morohoshida in this way, but did not say that others could not do it. He did not know whether he, a member who had just received his code name, was qualified to interrogate him.

Fang Guling thought about it, his expression gradually became serious.

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Zhu Xing and wanted to take revenge. He had been worried that this guy would become the second Gin, and wanted to eliminate him as soon as possible before he could fully shine in the organization.

It's definitely not okay to ask Angstra about this kind of thing. He is the only one in the entire organization who would look at Morohoshida, who has a gloomy and dangerous temperament, with expectant and fond eyes. He would always remember to take him with him when going out.

...Perhaps we can find a chance to ask Gin?

————

On the shore of Tokyo Bay, Gin looked at Angstra's serious expression and sneered softly.

He could guess why Angstra said this - he just felt that it was not good to yell at him so loudly last night, but he was really worried that he would attack those three guys who depended on their reputations again, so he thought of a compromise. way, if he wanted to exchange it for something else, he wouldn't do it at will.

"Okay." Gin agreed.

He would not touch ordinary members who had no doubts about them. If there were any doubts... this kid would never break his promise. If he said he wouldn't stop them, then he really wouldn't stop them.

Seeing his promise, Angstra laughed: "Do you want a hat or a modified car?"

"car."

This transaction is not a loss. Angstra's mechanical modification ability is unparalleled in the organization. In addition, he is one of the few members who he can fully trust. He will not doubt whether he intends to do anything to his Porsche. hands and feet.

"Then when are you free? I'll try to help you finish the modification by Christmas."

Just as Gin was about to answer, Manhattan had already swam back over there.

During a two-kilometer winter tour in winter, he looked as normal after landing. There was no trace of fatigue in his eyes, only the excitement of killing the enemy like a beast.

Gin took back what he was going to say, and Angstra didn't press the question without blinking, and handed Manhattan a towel.

Manhattan quickly dried off and put on his original clothes.

The three returned to the Porsche, still sitting in the same seats as when they came. After confirming that no physical evidence or witnesses were left around, Gin drove the car away.

"Next is Moriyama Jin..."

Manhattan, who had just killed one person, was in high spirits. He turned on his mobile phone to check the itinerary of his next target. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned back to look at Angostela.

"How do you want to kill Bill Murphy?"

"He was the assistant of Waltz who you just killed... The body sank to the bottom of the lake and was not found so quickly. His family would first call the police to report that he was missing. If Murphy found out that his boss was missing, he would most likely come to Tokyo, and

His most common mode of transportation in the past was by express train."

Angstra sat up straight, there was no trace of murderous aura on his body or in his eyes.

"If he comes, I will snipe him from a distance when the train passes the bridge. If he doesn't come, I will go to Kyoto and kill him."

Manhattan frowned, with obvious disapproval on his face: "Waltz's death can be said to be an accident, but if you use sniper killing... people from the FBI will most likely come to Japan to investigate."

Angstra wanted to speak, but before he could speak, Gin interrupted him.

"Just let them come."

"...Is it okay? Do you want someone to keep an eye on it?" Manhattan said in surprise.

Gin smiled coldly: "Even if the FBI has a legitimate reason to come to Japan to investigate the case, the CIA's hyenas will not let them go and will keep a close eye on their every move. The history of these two agencies fighting each other is comparable to their investigation organization

Much older, and..."

"I suspect there are rats from the FBI sneaking into the organization."


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