Conan's ancient beauty door criminal

Belmode felt that something was not right.

She remembered that she should be lying on the bed in a nursing home with all her limbs broken, waiting for the boring life of imprisonment or the killer who came to silence her.

But now she was naked and woke up from the experimental table.

The dazzling white light made her dizzy, and the familiar and chilling words around her echoed in her ears again.

"All data are normal, cell activity has not declined as quickly as we feared, and the rate of telomere loss is also within the normal range."

"But the situation of other experimental subjects is not very optimistic. The drug effect is still not stable enough. It still needs several more large-scale experiments."

"A perfect success story like Experimental Subject No. 42 is too difficult to replicate."

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to give it a try. The pressure from above is getting tighter and tighter..."

Belmod's pupils trembled, then she sat up with difficulty and looked around. A group of researchers in white coats were surrounding her and pointing.

Her alluring body was exposed to the air, but her proud curves and beautiful face were as if they didn't exist in the eyes of these researchers.

Those glances were as if they were looking at a piece of moving meat. They didn't have any desire, they were all cold.

a little cold……

This is how Belmode felt. She was cold both physically and mentally.

Someone threw a white hospital gown over, and Belmod's body moved on its own, draping the top hastily over her body.

At this time, she had realized that she was dreaming, a lucid dream, the kind where the body is not controlled by thoughts.

She watched helplessly as she left the laboratory step by step and walked to the door, where there were guards waiting for her to come out.

When Belmode saw that man, a trace of nostalgia suddenly arose in his heart. At this time, it seemed that Gin was still a young man who was just starting out, right?

Young, but sharp.

Seemingly hearing the sound of the lab door opening, Gin, who was smoking by the window, turned around and looked in her direction, "Is it over?"

"Ah."

Belmod heard his lifeless response, and felt Gin's extremely aggressive gaze, which seemed to be burning with heat.

A completely opposite look from those researchers.

His body seemed to suddenly warm up under the gaze of this gaze.

"Then go back." Gin's eyes fell on Belmode's open lapel, but his tone was very cold.

Belmod didn't say much, and just followed him like a puppet.

After wandering in the intricate corridors for a long time, they finally arrived at the door of the room.

Open the door, there is no window.

Ginjiu stopped and suddenly said, "I don't want what happened last time to happen again."

A bright smile suddenly broke out on Belmode's dull face, "Are you concerned about me?"

Gin snorted coldly, "You seem to have misunderstood something. My mission is to take good care of you and this laboratory. You are causing trouble for me by committing suicide. Do you understand?"

"Does it look good?" Belmod didn't care about his answer, but showed an ambiguous smile and puffed out his chest.

Gin: "..."

"It's a bit cold here at night to live alone. It would be nice if it could be warmer, but..."

Belmod said, leaning forward, almost touching Gin's body, and whispered in his ear: "Do you have the guts?"

Gin raised his chin slightly, with a slightly childish face full of rebelliousness, "Who do you think you are talking to?"

Belmod suddenly let out a silver bell-like laughter, turned around and entered the room, "Don't keep me waiting too long."

……

It was night, the wind was strong and the sweat was pouring down like rain.

Belmod lay on the pillow panting, her round and jade-like shoulders exposed, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones.

Gin was sitting on the bedside, smoking silently, looking a little tired.

"You know? When you said you wouldn't allow me to die, you were very domineering." Belmod turned his head, looked at the little man in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Have any objections?" Gin glanced at her.

Belmod continued as if talking to himself: "No one has ever cared about my life like this. You are the first."

Gin frowned slightly, "As I said, don't have any unrealistic illusions. The relationship between you and me is just a pure physical relationship, there can be nothing.

You don't really have such ridiculous thoughts about love, do you?I saved you just to carry out the BOSS's order. "

"Then you want to know why BOSS cares about me so much?" Belmode asked with a half-smile.

Gin's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and then he looked at Belmode with an evil look in his eyes, "Are you going to tell me that you are the BOSS's woman?"

"Ah, there are such rumors." Belmode laughed.

Seeing her reaction, Gin suddenly felt relieved secretly and said that he had investigated before and found that Belmod and BOSS should not have this kind of relationship.

"Then if you don't think this is the reason, why does BOSS care so much about me?"

Belmode looked at all the subtle expressions of Gin with interest, as if he were teasing a child.

"If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't want to say it, forget it." Ginjiu was not fooled and did not guess at all.

Belmod was a little bored and stopped trying to be pretentious, and murmured to himself:

"It's not so much that BOSS cares about me, but rather that he cares about my body. The same goes for those researchers. As for the soul in this body... to them, it's indifferent or even superfluous."

Gin's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, becoming obviously interested.

"What do you think if I say that I was cloned?" Belmod looked at Gin, as if he was concerned about the latter's reaction.

"Clone?" Gin lowered his head and glanced at Belmod. The latter's body was so perfect without even a trace of hair. "I don't think so."

It doesn't make much difference to him whether he's a clone or a real person.

Belmode added with a smile: "Then what if I say that I am actually... the clone of BOSS's mother?"

"?!!"

The air suddenly became stagnant, and Gin froze instantly. He opened his eyes wide in shock, and stared blankly at Belmod until the cigarette butt in his hand fell on him, scalding him awake. "Are you serious?" Gin suddenly grabbed Belmod's neck and asked with a fierce look.

Seeing his reaction, Belmode smiled happily, "I thought you weren't afraid of anything."

"Answer me!" Gin said angrily through gritted teeth.

Belmode felt a little suffocated and patted the back of his hand, "Don't be nervous, you will understand after I finish speaking."

"You'd better tell me the truth." Gin let go of his hand and threw the cigarette in his other hand under the bed.

Belmode still had the same cynical expression, and said with a half-smile: "Do you know what they are researching in so many laboratories?"

Gin had a cold face and didn't cooperate at all.

Belmod shrugged boredly and continued to explain: "BOSS is already over 100 years old, and his ability to live to this age is due to the research on immortality that was started a long time ago.

Sounds unrealistic, right?But he really did research something, and it was the phased results obtained earlier that allowed him to delay aging and live to this age.

But his ambition goes far beyond that. His biggest dream is to resurrect his dead mother - to be honest, his obsession with his mother is so paranoid that it is difficult to understand.

Of course, it may also be to wake up his mother so that he can learn about the Karasuma family treasure from her.

You may not know this. In the early days of the establishment of the organization, before the Karasuma Consortium disappeared, BOSS once summoned many scholars to solve the mystery of the treasure.

But I haven't been able to find it until now.

It is said that if that treasure can be found, the organization's research funds will not need to be raised and can be squandered..."

Gin said with a cold face: "Let's get down to business!"

Belmod smiled helplessly, "In short, in order to achieve immortality and resurrect his mother, he spent all his funds, convened a research team, and formulated a research plan in three directions.

They are cloning technology, consciousness uploading, and drug research and development.

The cloning technology was prepared for both his mother and himself. Once the pure medicine failed to meet the ideal situation, he would upload it through his consciousness and then inject it into the cloned body to achieve immortality in disguise.

The ultimate goal of the consciousness uploading direction itself is to establish a virtual world parallel to the real world once consciousness cannot be injected into the cloned body, and achieve immortality there.

The drug research and development direction that he values ​​most is divided into four stages - delaying aging, stopping aging, rejuvenating, and resurrecting the dead. "

When Belmode said this, he pointed at himself, "I am not only the result of cloning technology, but also the experimental subject of the second generation of anti-aging drugs. I am the one with the most perfect effect."

After hearing this, Gin's face turned ugly, and he cursed in his heart. So, did he really fall in love with the boss's mother?
Even though it’s a clone, the end won’t be much better, right?
This hateful woman! ! !
At the thought of this, Gin became furious, took out a pistol and put it to Belmod's head, "You did it on purpose..."

When Belmod was pointed at a gun, he showed no fear on his face. Instead, he joked: "That's not the gun you used just now..."

"Don't give me that playful smile!" Gin was on the verge of breaking out at this moment, like a beast that was looking for people to devour.

"Are you going to kill me?" Belmod still smiled, looking calmly at the black muzzle of the gun.

Gin's finger trembled imperceptibly on the trigger. It wasn't nervousness, let alone fear, it was just anger!
But his remaining sense told him not to shoot.

There might still be a way to survive after falling in love with Belmode, after all, he didn't really fall in love with the BOSS's mother.

But if you kill Belmod, the most perfect experimental subject, with one shot, you will probably be dead!
Belmod saw his struggle and comforted him: "Things are actually not that bad. After all, I am just one of the alternative bodies. Although it is the most perfect now, it does not mean that it will be the same in the future.

The cloning project was very successful, and it would not be difficult for them to produce another batch.

After all, what BOSS is most looking forward to is drug research and development. He has been preserving his mother in an ice coffin in order to wake her up from death. "

Gin's face turned slightly bright, "According to what you said, the drug research and development can almost achieve time delay, time stagnation, time reversal, and even resurrection of the dead in one person? Is this really possible?"

"Then what do you think I am?" Belmod spread his arms and showed him his complete self.

"At least time stagnating on me really happened. This body of mine will not grow old..."

Gin couldn't help but feel strange after hearing this. He just had sex with an immortal...

"It's still a long time before dawn, do you want to make another martini?" Belmode asked with a smile.

Gin gave her a cold look with an unkind expression.

"It's been like this anyway, once or twice, it doesn't make any difference, right?"

Belmode whispered like a devil, but what she said made sense. The young Gin hesitated for a moment and held her down again...

……

"Belmod, Belmod..."

A call came, and Belmod finally got rid of her lucid dream. She took a deep breath and looked sideways at the bed next to her.

Gin's appearance was much more mature than in the dream, but that cold look in his eyes remained.

"What's wrong? You've disturbed my sweet dream." Belmod stretched out and let out a seductive moan.

Gin snorted coldly, "Don't talk in your sleep next time you dream! You can make this kind of mistake too!"

"Talking in sleep?" Belmode was a little surprised when he heard this, "I can actually talk in sleep? This is really... But, what did you hear?"

A look of uneasiness flashed across Gin's face, and he changed the subject and said, "There may be something wrong with the food provided by the police. You haven't had the habit of talking in your sleep before."

"Ah, indeed, you know this very well." Belmode smiled ambiguously, "I was almost tortured to death by you in my dream just now."

Vodka, who was on the other hospital bed in the corner, finally couldn't help coughing, which immediately attracted Gin's attention. Vodka quickly shrank into the quilt and hugged himself tightly.

"Can we survive?" Belmod suddenly asked quietly.

"Don't let me hear this stupid question a second time." Gin frowned. It was obvious that this room was bugged, and he still asked such a question!

Especially when the answer to this question is so obvious.

They know so much information about the organization and even the secrets about immortality. With these in hand, as long as they operate well, they can not only survive, but also live well!

"You are still the same as before, always able to make the most correct response at critical moments, but..." Belmod looked at the ceiling in a daze, "How long do you have to live?"

Gin was silent. There was silence in the ward at midnight, except for the chirping of insects outside the room.

After a while, he lowered his eyelids slightly and said calmly: "Until I allow you to die."

The moonlight shone in the room, which was a bit cold. Belmod slowly turned his head and looked at Gin's expressionless face, his smile gradually brightened.

"it is good."

……

Just my imagination, don’t delve into it