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Iwasaki Izo waved his hand and asked someone to ask Sakata to leave. He didn't want to talk too much with the loser.

"Yoshiwara Kojiro, I have heard a little about you. I heard that you want to try research on human cloning."

"I've never done anything like that."

Kojiro Yoshihara quickly shook his head. He only knew about the technology of cloning, but had never really put it into practice.

It's all just theoretical knowledge.

"Hehe, don't be nervous."

Iwasaki Izo smiled, his expression seemed a bit gentle. He needed such pragmatic people, not those hypocritical and incompetent people who only cared about reputation. "If I am willing to fund your research on cloning, will you agree?"

"This kind of thing is strictly prohibited by the state."

Kojiro Yoshihara shook his head. He still had some ethics as a scientific researcher in his heart. Although he was curious, he did not think that human cloning was a technology that really needed to be touched.

Iwasaki Izou said expressionlessly: “From now on, cloning is no longer a forbidden thing, on the contrary, we will vigorously promote it.

Japan is now facing an unprecedented crisis, and we need to use unprecedented methods to deal with the enemy.

I hope that the person you clone is not just a living person, but an all-round warrior.

We will send you cloned samples, including a dead martial artist, a half-awakened superpower, and others later."

Yoshihara Kojiro took a breath. He subconsciously wanted to stop joking, but looking at this big man who made Professor Sakata nod and bow, he didn't think this sentence was a joke.

The martial artist could understand, but Yoshiwara Kojiro obviously couldn't understand people with super powers. He suddenly felt dry in the mouth and asked, "Do people with super powers really exist?"

"Of course, the only purpose of our research on clone warriors is to deal with people with super powers, Dio.

That guy is the embodiment of evil, the spark of unrest in the world, he must be eliminated in time, otherwise the world will be destroyed. "

Iwasaki Izo knew the characters of these people very well, so he raised the banner of justice, "Everything is for the justice of the world, and a little trampling on ethics is unavoidable."

Yoshiwara Kojiro fell into deep thought.

“If you are willing to accept it, you don’t need to worry about funding anymore. We will fully support your research.

But you have to keep it secret. Even if you get the research results, you can't meet your family or even reveal a word. This is the top secret of the country."

Iwasaki Izo stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes sharp as he asked, "Are you willing to conduct in-depth research on cloning humans and human genetic modification to protect Japan and the world?"

Yoshihara Kojiro pushed the frame of his glasses aside. He knew that since the other party had said something so important, there was no option to refuse.

"I promise."

"Welcome to the Takamagahara Project, Professor Yoshihara."

Iwasaki Izo wanted him to lead the cloning research, so naturally he had to promote his status from assistant to professor in order to convince others.

ps: Thanks to Lumierees and Zhutian Dazun Wu Wudi for the reward

Chapter 331 Chiyo lives the most annoying life

At noon, the sky was gloomy.

The Metropolitan Police Department headquarters is located in Chiyoda Ward.

Chiyo Morimoto sat in the chair of the Superintendent of Police and turned around a few times.

After she took the position of Superintendent of Police, she no longer set up the task force's office in the Hisamatsu Apartment.

The reason is simple. The gimmick launched by the Metropolitan Police Department can certainly make netizens forget about the newly appointed police chief in Ponte, but it also turns her into a celebrity.

Emily's plan is only suitable for covering up obscurity. Even after becoming the Superintendent of Police, she still works in the Hisamatsu Apartment. Even a fool can see that there is a secret.

Chiyo Morimoto didn't want to try to cover up her mistake, so she simply moved the task force's office to the office of the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department.

This place is divided into an office area and a reception area, and the space is large enough to accommodate Iwaki Sosuke's equipment.

She also doesn't need to worry about affecting the Metropolitan Police Department's business.

The Superintendent of Police is originally a puppet, or a mascot. As long as he is put in position and stamped, someone else will naturally help take care of other things.

What's more, she was only the highest-ranking police officer, and above her, there was a chief in the police department next to her.

That person is the real big shot standing at the top of all police forces.

"Ah, I haven't worn a police uniform for a while, and suddenly I'm wearing a police uniform again. It makes me miss the days of wearing civilian clothes."

Iwaki Kusuke reached out and tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling the urge to unbutton all the buttons.

This feeling of being bound is far less comfortable than when he wears casual clothes.

Chiyo Morimoto stopped circling and settled down, looking at Iwaki Sosuke who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Don't complain, if we stay in the Metropolitan Police Department, we will be very conspicuous if we don't wear police uniforms.

Even here, our work must remain confidential and not draw attention to ourselves.”

"That's what you said, but you suddenly became the Superintendent of Police. This sudden rise to fame is really magical."

Iwaki Sosuke grabbed the orange juice in front of him and took a sip. Even now, he still couldn't get used to this kind of thing.

The former ordinary colleague suddenly became the second in command.

Iwaki Sosuke, who was in the system, understood how incredible this was, as if it was the first time he knew that there were people with super powers in the world.

"That's right, the people above are definitely mentally ill."

Ito Otome echoed, and her attire changed from a white coat to a police inspector's uniform. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back, revealing a pair of ears worth playing with.

A woman with round earlobes is one of those women who looks very blessed.

Chiyo Morimoto glanced at him and said slowly, "Inspector Ito, I want to warn you not to question the decision from above.

The fact that I was chosen as the Superintendent of Police instead of you proves the gap between you and me.

A rare beauty in the police department, why can't you get this title?"

She crossed her arms and smiled, "Please reflect on this."

When Ito Otome heard this, her expression became tense and she whispered, "I'm sure you know what the ingredients are that flies like."

“Some people say grapes are sour because they can’t eat them.”

Chiyo Morimoto spread her hands with a mocking look on her face.

Listening to the quarrel between the two women, Iwaki Sosuke wished he could become an unknown person that no one cared about.

At this time, he missed Emily especially. If she were there, she could stop the quarrel between them.

Now we can only hope that Okayama Taketa, Miyaji Yosuke and Kitanotake, who are serving meals, will come back soon.

……

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door of the Superintendent of Police's office.

"They're back, I'll go open the door."

Iwaki Kusasuke quickly stood up, walked quickly to the door, turned the key and opened it. Outside was an unfamiliar man in a suit.

"Hello, I'm Daisuke Matsuki from the National Police Agency."

The man briefly introduced himself, walked into the office, bowed to Chiyo Morimoto at the desk and said, "Chief Nakamura has sent an order, please ask Superintendent Morimoto to notify the people below.

Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, all members of the Metropolitan Police Department will undergo a blood test. Remember to come on an empty stomach in the morning."

"A blood test?"

Chiyo Morimoto raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Why do you suddenly do this?"

"I don't know either. This is an order from above."

Matsugi Daisuke answered gently.

Chiyo Morimoto knew that he would not get any information from him, so he waved his hand and said, "I know, you go down first."

"Hi."

Matsugi Daisuke turned and walked away.

Iwaki Kusasuke closed the door of his office and complained, "Are you kidding me? This kind of thing can be notified with just a phone call, but you actually have to send someone over to tell me."

"You have to understand those elderly people. Their thinking can't keep up with the young people and the changes of the times. There's nothing you can do about it."

While Chiyo Morimoto was talking, she typed to ask Jack about the blood test. The Metropolitan Police Department suddenly wanted to do a blood test on a day that was not a physical examination day.

Still free!

She was really afraid that the higher-ups were conducting experiments, so she didn't think that there would be no problems just because there were more people.

When the people above become cruel, they really don't treat the people below as human beings.

Iwaki Kusasuke complained: "I hope they can understand the young people. It's a different era now, and they still use fax machines. I'm embarrassed to tell others on the Internet that Japan is a developed country."

Chiyo Morimoto said casually: "Don't worry, didn't the German Bundestag also say that fax machines must be eliminated in the future?

This document was sent by fax. Japan is not the only country with stubborn old people.”

Iwaki Sosuke was slightly stunned, and his heart suddenly became much more balanced.

At this time, there was another knock on the door. Iwaki Sosuke opened the door and found three members of the task force carrying lunch boxes.

"I saw someone from the police department come to the door just now. Does the commander have any orders?"

Okayama Taketa asked.

Iwaki Sosuke shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious, just a blood test tomorrow."

Okayama Taketa looked surprised. He knew very well that the government was very particular about procedures and the annual physical examination was over.

Logically speaking, a physical examination should not be arranged.

"Why do you suddenly need a physical examination again?"

"The answer has to do with an experiment."

Chiyo Morimoto has received Jack's reply.

Sometimes, the CIA knows more about Japan's policies than Japanese officials do.

"The people above want to draw blood to provide samples for the clone warrior experiment. Not only living people, but also dead people are not spared."

"Cloning experiment?!"

A look of shock flashed across Okayama Taketa's face. He didn't expect that the people above him would actually want to try this kind of thing.

But on second thought, I feel that this kind of thing is very reasonable.

As long as it is not exposed to the public, it will not violate ethics or cause concern.

"Let's not do the blood test tomorrow. Let's have someone else from the Metropolitan Police Department do it."

Chiyo Morimoto didn't want to have more clones, but she couldn't stop the plan.

In order to deal with Dio, the higher-ups specially launched the Takamagahara Project, and creating biochemical warriors was just one of the items in the Takamagahara Project.

"……yes."

Okayama Taketa sighed heavily.

Sometimes, he really didn't want to know about things that couldn't be changed. It would only make him feel powerless from the bottom of his heart, and then he would crave Dio's power.

Perhaps only by becoming that powerful can we change the status quo.

Chiyo Morimoto stood up and said, "Okay, let's solve the problem of hunger first. We still have to continue studying what the fourteen secret words are in the afternoon."

"Fourteen secret words."

Miyaji Yosuke couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

The closer you get to what Dior calls the way to heaven, the more work you have to do.

The detective's work was over and he thought he could finally take a breath, but the five conditions brought an unimaginable workload again.

Just the fourteen secret words are enough to make one want to go bald.

Specific religious words or passages, when put together to form fourteen secret words, may have magical powers.

The task force was forced to constantly pick up sentences from those classics and piece them together, which was even more despairing than the detective work.

At least the detective still has a goal, and he can get the answers as long as he keeps feeding him cases.

But the fourteen secret codes require people to think and piece them together.