The Cyanided Heart

Chapter 36: Split

Gray DeWitt, who had been interviewed not so long ago, suddenly disappeared, and his death did not even appear in the newspapers, just as inconspicuous as a grain of sand.Police sealed off the scene, as if to prevent outside attention rather than to investigate.

"My condolences, Leia." Clems's voice came from the microphone, "I'm sorry about this... I've been working hard to investigate the killer, though we have very little information, and if anything I will notify you as soon as possible.”

"...Well." There was a brief silence on the phone, and the voice became a little colder, "Then...about his funeral..."

"I know that although Gray is a bit rigid, he is a very nice person, so we all decided to hold a private funeral for him." Clems seemed to hesitate for a long time, "You hide there for a while, the funeral I will arrange the matter, maybe you are also on the list of murderers."

"I still don't understand..."

"what?"

"Dr. Gray is obviously a person who has made many contributions... But when he died, he was so sneaky, and even the funeral had to be held in private..." The voice in the microphone trembled, "Why? If this is the case, it is better to be an ordinary person If you're alive, at least you don't have to be so closely guarded, at least you can die with dignity...!"

"Leia..." Clems wanted to say something else.

"...Sorry, let's stop here."

Leia put the phone down.Facing the empty room, he fell silent.

...

"You mean, the murderer... has something to do with the people who killed my parents before?"

Clems lit a cigarette and closed the curtain beside him.A shadow cast over the room.

"Yes. I have been investigating since then, and as an old sheriff, I have played some role." Clems shook the ash, "I finally got the internal information about this incident, you see Let's see. But since this case is highly confidential, I hope you will not disclose it to others."

Leia nodded and took the file.

[...Former police forensic doctor Gray DeWitt died late at night on October 10nd... The victim was suspected to have a close relationship with an academic institution in the Soviet Union. After investigation, he was killed because of an academic dispute or disagreement. The prisoner in this case is similar to the previous arson case/HC2 Events are very connected. 】

"Incident HC0421...?"

"You remember? When you were a kid... the arson. It was April 4st, HC stands for Highly Classified, but it had a big impact... We couldn't stop the media."

"The murderer...is the Soviet Union?"

"…You can say that."

There was a hint of coldness in Leia's deep eyes.

"Leia, I understand your feelings. But don't worry, Uncle and I... will continue to investigate this matter." Clems stubbed out his cigarette, "Young man, how should you live, don't be too impulsive gone."

...

There is no impulse, and I even feel that my calmness at this time is terrifying.Now that the murderer is known, it is easy to do, the only thing to do is revenge.

I no longer ask God why he gave me such a life, because the God in my heart has long since disappeared, and even his afterimage has been crushed by me.

no need.No more… no need.

I have nothing left.

Maybe I was too cool, maybe my coolness was gone, maybe I was just a shell occupied by hysteria.

…unforgivable.

go to hell.

...

The metal instruments were gradually stained with blood.The people on the operating table were still begging for help, but Leia just raised the scalpel coldly, as if what was in front of her was just an extremely ordinary thing.With the knife in his hand, the man seemed to be broken into pieces, and the director beside him matched his wide-eyed expression.

"I'll go for a tissue section in a while." Leia raised her head, just in time to meet the director's disbelieving gaze, "What's the matter, what didn't I do well?"

"You did it perfectly." The director shook his head, "But I feel...you seem to be a different person. I don't know if this is my illusion."

Leia's pupils narrowed slightly.

"…yes."

1941 years.

Every day is repeated, day and night are constantly rotating, and there are busy researchers everywhere you look.Leia sometimes even wonders if she's stuck in a Mobius loop of time, or if her life is constantly being rewound.

Probably because of her excellent ability, she got the attention of the upper echelons, and it didn't take long for Leia to receive an envelope.

Dear Ms. Leia Logos, in view of your unique and profound academic achievements, as well as your excellent management ability, we have decided to promote you as the Experimental Supervisor of the Department of (Medical) Biochemistry after many discussions. September 1941

Attached to the back of the letter was a key, which seemed to be the key to his new office.

Leia came to this new office near the end of the corridor, and after a sound of keys turning, the door was opened.What came to the face did not have the expected musty smell, but there was still a hint of dampness in the air, as if someone had cleaned the place not long ago.

New job...Experiment supervisor?

At that time, the file bag that Dr. Gray gave her... Leia probably looked through it, and there was a stack of yellowed papers, probably the unpublished papers of her parents, and one of Gray's own research reports and papers, unfortunately. Yes...they're still half-finished.

On the study of the RNA virus "Arma", there is also a study of Dr. Gray's... Brain and Cognitive Ability.

Is this what the murderers want, Leia fell silent. …This kind of light, something that can be burned with just a match, made me lose everything.

Since it is your wish, let me fulfill it for you.

...

I don't like to torture them, on the contrary, it's my style to finish them with a precise knife.Likewise, I don't feel guilty.

I hate them, and their whole race.They're all murderers, they ruined everything about me.

Suddenly I understood what the director said. Their essence is the same as those little white mice and rabbits. They are just puppets of war, purely our experimental materials, nothing more.

The ripples of sympathy no longer surged in my heart, and the scene of them begging for help at the top of their lungs even made me a little lucky and happy.Maybe this is my own revenge.

I understand... no matter how much I kill, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life.Why, just to fill the empty gap in my heart, I did not hesitate to raise the scalpel again and again.

Without this war and without ambition, this kind of thing would not have happened because of the competition for scientific research results.

…if only nothing had happened.