Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 360 130: Left Hand

Carl had a strange feeling as if he heard the doctor say, "This disease will be named after you from now on."

"Can't be cured?"

Carl licked his lips and wanted to drink. He might not have enough food before he died, but he must drink enough.

Hedwig hesitated for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's not that it can't be cured, it's just that it's difficult to cure."

"It's okay, you can use me as an experimental sample." Hearing this, Karl raised his eyebrows indifferently, "It's free."

“But it includes wine, right?” Hedwig sighed, somewhat envious of Carl’s optimism.

In her opinion, thanks to the opponent's own ability and the low amount of poison, he was able to stay alive even though the injury was so close to the heart.

Subsequent treatment is even more difficult, and we can only seek similar experiences, borrow and try again, and compare the results.

"Oh, that's what you said." Carl shrugged. The constant pain made him rely on alcohol to help him get here.

Hedwig didn't continue talking, but dripped the contaminated blood he had just collected onto a little white mouse.

The blood quickly seeped into the skin of the little white mouse, and within a few seconds, it felt like it was electrocuted. It suddenly started to run around the cage wildly, screaming and squeaking. Its eyes were quickly dyed with a faint purple color, and soon it started to dance hip-hop. Then it bled to death, with the remaining nerves in its torso twitching slightly.

"Ordinary people can't withstand this kind of poison. Only extraordinary people can tolerate certain doses. Your ability can suppress the damage to some extent." Hedwig made this judgment after careful observation.

She placed the mouse on the experimental table and dissected it open. The internal organs, muscles, and brain had all dissolved into sticky blood, leaving the body like a bag of water. The death was strange.

"Well, maybe. My ability is somewhat similar to that of a Paladin, but not so obvious."

Carl touched the red five-pointed star on the back of his hand.

He had suffered many injuries, but as long as the five-pointed star on the back of his hand had enough energy, he could recover quickly.

It’s just that the energy replenishment of the five-pointed star is subject to the location, so it can be fast or slow.

Among them, the fastest replenishment was naturally the Northern League, and the slowest was Japan, which left him with a psychological trauma. There, his ability was reduced by 30%, and once the energy was used up, it would take him a long time to recover.

So when he was injured by Heath in the Northern League and found that the wound was not healing for a long time, he realized that the wound must be poisonous, and not just ordinary poison.

Hedwig took out a bottle of extraordinary potion, poured it on the towel, and covered it with it.

Carl’s body jolted violently, and he straightened up, almost screaming out.

"Be patient, this thing can probably neutralize some of the toxicity." Hedwig reminded after he finished pouring it.

"Hey! It's okay! I'm fine!" Carl's face flushed, his fists clenched tightly, and the five-pointed star on the back of his hands turned purple.

"Well, I still have a few bottles of potion that need to be tested for their effects, so don't get dizzy." Hedwig reminded.

Carl tried to force a smile: "That's it. It doesn't hurt!"

"That's good." Hedwig picked up the remaining bottles of potion and placed them on the table next to Carl.

After nearly half an hour of torture, Hedwig used six or seven bottles of potion before he stopped, and Carl was like a corpse, with only slight twitching and sweat all over the floor.

"ended."

Hedwig recorded the situation and then collected the blood that was still flowing out.

Karl raised his fingers, but he had no strength left.

After a while, with his energy replenished, he sat up slowly, as if he was reborn.

He immediately looked down at the wound. It would be too unfair if there was no effect after suffering so much pain.

Fortunately, at a glance, at least one-third of the area has scabbed over.

"What a miracle doctor." Karl's voice was trembling.

He felt that he might not be as tough as he thought.

"Don't rush to praise me, it's just that the first course of treatment is over." Hedwig flipped through the inventory, "But I already have a general idea, it's just that the materials are a little difficult to get."

"What material?" Carl slowly got down from the dissecting table.

".The blessed holy water of the Paladin." Hedwig pursed his lips. "The holy water required by the extraordinary is of a very high concentration, and I don't have much left. According to our agreement with the Paladin, the holy water each month is limited."

"The holy water I'm talking about is not the holy water in Ye Jie's holy water bottle, but a kind of holy water that has been blessed by the Holy Light of the Paladin for a long time."

"Well, that is to say, Heath's trick should be useless against the Paladin." This is what Carl thought of.

"It can be said that most poisons, corrosion, and despair have little effect on Paladins." Hedwig has conducted in-depth research on this.

"Qualified blessed holy water, with a concentration of just one ten-thousandth, can be used as the base of the [Rapid Wound Healing Agent] for ordinary people, but it has little effect on extraordinary people and requires pure water. But there are only three paladins who have shown up now, and most of the time they have things to do. Holy water that can always maintain the blessing of holy light is even rarer. Even if we have a cooperative relationship, we don't have much share every month."

Carl thought for a moment and murmured, "The Paladin and I are just acquaintances."

But I am quite familiar with Mr. Li, so I wonder if I can ask him to convey the message.

Ye Jie has been staying in the K Palace, so she should have the most holy water.

"The only drawback of this thing may be that it doesn't have much therapeutic effect when used directly. It needs to be stimulated by the cooperation of other materials." Hedwig said to himself, but Carl didn't care much about these experimental matters.

"I'll call Mr. Li and see if he can help bring some back. He should still be in Mo City."

That's it, he couldn't track down Sothis's whereabouts anymore, and he had to be careful of this move of his in the future.

"Let's eat first. By the way, don't scare my students."

"Oh, then it seems I can't take off my ribs and use them as a knife to open their eyes."

Click.

Woohoo! Gollum!
The man lying on the ground knew that his ribs were broken.

"I am very patient. People have 24 ribs. I want to hear the answer I want before all of them are broken."

Dark room.

The person on the ground had his mouth tightly bound, and even his screams could only be whimpers.

His body was shaking and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Excuse me, how many ribs do you still have intact?"

Tatsuya Kawakami stood in front of him and asked indifferently.

“Wuwuwu, wuwuwu!” The man sobbed desperately but could not utter a word.

"wrong answer."

Click.

“Woo! Woo—”

"Now, how many do you have left?"

"woo"

The man on the ground was shaking, and with difficulty, he used his bound hands, stained with a little blood, to write 22 crookedly on the floor. Kawakami Tatsuya was a little disappointed.

It’s not good if the other party knows the answer too quickly.

Looking at the other person's pitiful eyes, Kawakami finally gave up and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

"Ahem! Northeast, Northeast, I only know that the Sumitomo family arranged for the Duxin Sect to evacuate in that direction. I don't know what happened after that. I really don't know. I'm just a money launderer. The one who cheated people was that extraordinary person from the Duxin Sect and the Sumitomo family. It has nothing to do with me! My lord, please let me go. I'll do anything for you! I also know a lot of secrets of the Sumitomo family!"

This man was also very capable. Despite his injuries, he told everything he knew in one breath, fearing that Kawakami Tatsuya would be dissatisfied again.

He also knew that he would be of no use after telling all the information, so he could only go down this path and hope that the other party would take a liking to him and recruit him under their command, so that he wouldn't have to worry about being killed to silence him.

"Which of the six counties in the Northeast are you referring to?" Tatsuya Kawakami took out two seamless steel pipes cut into the length of a double-barreled shotgun and gently put two marbles in.

"The goal should be to cover these six counties, control those local families behind the scenes, and leave a way out for the Sumitomo family. However, I don't know if that extraordinary person will be obedient. Now that the Sumitomo family has fallen, no one knows whether they will turn the tables."

He knelt in the most standard posture of his life and answered without any hesitation.

Kawakami was silent.

The country's control is relatively strict now, and the risk of exposure is greater when going out so far away, and he is also worried about his sister and mother.

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"Aren't there many extraordinary people who are loyal to the old families in Nara City? You are also working for them in secret, aren't you?"

"I can't do anything, sir! My wife and children are in their hands. Moreover, these people simply don't meet the conditions given by the Special Affairs Bureau. It's ridiculous that they want to inherit the inheritance of those families. They can't see the situation clearly at all."

He said this with gritted teeth, as if he hated those people to his core.

Knowing enough, Kawakami raised the seamless steel pipe without hesitation and aimed it at the opponent's head.

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The man shrank into a ball, trembling slightly, and blood spread along his body.

After sorting out some traces that might have left his identity information, he put away the steel pipe and skillfully left the crime scene.

"Neat and simple, very good."

The voice suddenly came out from the dark corner. Kawakami's hair stood on end. Without answering, he quickly ran in another direction.

"Well, if I had any ill intentions, wouldn't it be better to just attack you directly?"

The sound was like a thorn in his side, sticking to his ears.

Chuan subconsciously reached for the steel pipe in his arms, but suddenly paused and stopped running.

This place was right in the suburbs. The few houses nearby were all dark inside. Even the street lights around were just for show. It was gloomy and pitch black.

"Don't you want to know why those extraordinary people from the Special Affairs Bureau couldn't find you even after you tracked them down and killed several people?"

"Or do you think they are all a bunch of trash?"

The voice had a playful tone.

Kawakami didn't say anything. In fact, he had always had this doubt. Even though he thought he was very careful and meticulous, until now, there was no trace of him being detected. No one would keep an eye on him if he continued to do it.

Those in the Special Affairs Bureau have extraordinary abilities with all sorts of strange powers.

Originally he could still deceive me, but now I understand the reason.

There is always someone cleaning up the mess for me.

But why would he do this?
"reason."

Kawakami asked directly.

"It's simple. I think highly of you, so I'm willing to help you. Even more than that."

"I'll do it myself."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood what I said." The black figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and the moonlight illuminated his face.

"With your current strength, you may be able to kill the Prime Minister, but it will be difficult to approach the reclusive Emperor."

"And I can provide you with some help from the side, so that you have a better chance of success. Everything still depends on you, and I will not interfere."

"As long as you are willing to go to a place with me after everything is done, and I can promise that I will not harm you and your family."

The conditions are very generous, so the key point must be the place he said he was going to.

Kawakami narrowed his eyes. The other party seemed to know him very well, at least he knew his hatred towards Abe and the Emperor.

But he had not actually made up his mind to kill them, because that would confront the Special Affairs Bureau, and he was also worried that it would cause greater turmoil in this weakened country and indirectly kill countless people.

"I need to think about it."

Kawakami couldn't figure out the other party's identity and didn't want to agree easily, so he didn't even ask where he was going.

"It's okay. This is an important matter and should be considered carefully." He smiled gently and slowly retreated into the shadows, disappearing without a trace as if he had never been there.

Kawakami's tense body relaxed a little, but he didn't dare to go home. He ran away from the area as quickly as possible, then he found an empty house in the suburbs of Osaka and sneaked in.

"He Ye, I have something to do tonight. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

The message was sent and a reply was received quickly.

"Okay, don't worry about me, brother! Good night."

Kawakami put down his phone, and the man's face and what he said kept flashing through his mind.

When he came to his senses, it was already late at night.

"Go to sleep first"

Kawakami rubbed his eyebrows and fell asleep holding the steel pipe like a treasure.

Outside the house, Hiro Ozaki sat on a big tree, staring at the house in a daze in the darkness.

The black shadow man just now was naturally him.

After a lot of effort, under the guidance of the Mother Goddess, he finally found the existence of the "left hand".

This time the action plan was entirely based on him, and he did not intend to kidnap the other party directly.

The case of Chiba Kasahara is a lesson. Forcibly abducting the other person caused strong mental resistance and made it difficult for him to assimilate.

Although this is not actually a problem, as long as a few more days are given, even the most determined people will obediently throw themselves into the arms of the Mother Goddess.

But the reality is that it happened just a few days later, and Sayuri Izumi showed mercy to the enemy, which eventually gave the enemy an opportunity to take away the "trunk".

But it doesn’t matter. The spiritual imprint has been planted. From now on, as long as the left hand and left leg are put back in place, even if the torso resists, it will be summoned and combined by them.

He had studied Tatsuya Kawakami and knew that he could not directly reveal his identity as the Mother Goddess, otherwise there would be no point in talking about it.

Since he currently places his hatred on those big families, let him understand that he can't do anything with his own strength.

(End of this chapter)