Conan: I am definitely not a kid

Chapter 88 A life destined to kill people

Monitoring room.

Comley raised his head suddenly, subconsciously scanning the other organization members in the room who were monitoring the conversation with defensive eyes.

Is Shirley dizzy?
  Comley thought anxiously, why did she dare to say anything? Still in the interrogation room, in front of the surveillance cameras!
  There were not many members in the surveillance room, but not as many as Comley had imagined before he arrived. After all, APTX is one of the most core and most confidential projects of the black organization. Only those present with rich qualifications and higher levels have the opportunity to know the secrets of this secret. Based on their experience, no matter what they think in their hearts , at least on the surface it didn't show any abnormalities.

The intelligence expert who reviewed Comley's qualifications and was currently sitting in the second chair in front of the main surveillance position turned back in time as if he had eyes on the back of his head, smiled at Comley, and comforted the man who had been manipulated by Sen. The researcher brought by Luo: "Don't worry, truth and falsehood are often used in interrogations and negotiations. We are all experienced and will not casually doubt Lord Madeira for this reason."

"..." Comley said nothing with a sullen face. She even suspected that the intelligence officer who called him "Sir" actually had a higher position than Mori Yuro.

Comley, like most of the organization, did not believe a word the intelligence officer said.

The intelligence expert saw her rejection in his eyes and was not angry at all. Instead, he admired Mori Yura, a young subordinate.

Although he is slightly inexperienced, he is smart, loyal, and self-aware of his own shortcomings. He is really a good material that deserves to be carefully cultivated.

After seeing through the assistant Mori Yuro brought, the intelligence expert turned back and continued to focus on the conversation between Mori Yuro and Shirley.
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  In the interrogation room.

Moriyuro paused under Shirley's embarrassed and desperate gaze, folded his hands in front of his chest, leaned back on the chair and remained silent for a moment.

For a long time, when Shirley's congested brain cooled down, and she gradually realized the question she just said, and thought that Mori Yuro would not answer her, Mori Yuro finally spoke.

"Yes."

Shirley was shocked and looked up suddenly.

Moriyura's tone was still cold and calm: "I have seen too many tragedies of human experimentation, Shirley, far more than you have ever seen."

She paused briefly and looked away mockingly: "Of course, that's not what they call it outside."

But in the final analysis, the difference between clinical testing and human experiments is not that big. At least for Mori Yuro, who grew up in his father's testing institution as a child, he couldn't tell the difference.

"My father falsified experimental data solely because he received money. It has nothing to do with the urgency of the critically ill patients and the patients' last resort that I just mentioned."

"Do you know how ridiculous the scene can be when people do this kind of thing for profit?"

Shirley couldn't imagine it, and could only listen to Mori Yuro's voice saying word by word: "I have seen people who have lost all their money, wanted to become a volunteer with the last hope but were rejected, and broke down and cried in public. Because he His condition is too serious and if he becomes a volunteer, it will increase the mortality rate of the test."

"I have also seen people who had adverse reactions during the test. They could fully recover as long as they received timely treatment, but were locked in the ward and dragged to death. This is because individuals who have adverse reactions need to be kicked out of the test sample to prevent them from being reported by patients. , so he used this method to silence him."

“I have seen drugs fail to be launched because the clinical test data are not up to standard, and there is no chance to buy treatment drugs, and people are tortured by the disease until they take their last breath.” ˆ ˆ ˆ “I have also seen people who have failed to market because of substandard drugs entering the market. People who were deceived by the research and development company’s propaganda and unknowingly used the drug to cause death.”

——This incident became the key to the exposure of Mito Shinji’s data fraud, which ultimately led to the death of Mori Yura’s parents.

"I do want to save those experimental subjects, but I want to save more than just them." Yuro Mori looked at Shirley and asked her: "Can you give me a way to save all of them?"

Shirley opened her mouth but was speechless.

"Do you know why I joined the organization's laboratory?"

Shirley shook her head blankly.

"I was 17 years old at the time, and I saw from the police that they had falsified data on my father, involving statistics on the number of deaths caused by drugs." In order to maintain social order, that was actually a quite conservative calculation, but, " The number of people there is more than ten times more than the total number of deaths I have seen in my father's laboratory in more than ten years."

Those drugs that do not meet the marketing standards have various side effects. The effects are insufficient and delay the treatment time. The dangerous ingredients are too high to be metabolized and harm the kidneys. The addictiveness exceeds the standard and leads to overdose...

"I can even imagine their death, because the first batch of victims were in my father's laboratory." There was an almost gentle coldness in Yuro Mori's voice, "And more people who failed to receive treatment Patients died on the way to seek treatment."

"It was at that time that I discovered that it doesn't matter whether your views on the morality of human experimentation are right or wrong, and our focus should not just be on the life and death of a few experimental subjects in the laboratory."

Mori Yura looked at Shirley and said: "If you want to snatch the patient's life from the hands of death, it means that you also snatch the power to decide the patient's life and death. Not all investments will be rewarded, and not all research topics will achieve what you want. As a result, if you want to save people, you must first accept the reality that your own treatment plan will fail and will kill others."

"Every step in human exploration of the unknown is built on countless corpses. There has never been a completely successful progress after trying it once. Every time we fail, someone will pay the price with blood."

Shirley was stunned, and could only watch Mori Yuro's lips open and close, and said word by word: "So I decided that if I make a drug that will kill patients in the future, I hope that the people it kills will only be Show up in my lab.”

"If my drugs kill someone, I hope they will be killed by my own hands only in front of me."

Mori Yuro finally said: "So, I chose the organization."

This is a place that doesn't care about human life, but pays special attention to the authenticity of drug effects.

Mori Yura put down his arms, leaned forward slightly, and looked into Shirley's eyes: "If you were just an ordinary researcher and didn't have the ability to develop cutting-edge drugs, I wouldn't tell you this."

"But Shirley, you are a genius. Your talent is higher than most people in the research group. Your achievements will surpass mine sooner or later." Mori Yuro's face was reflected in Shirley's frightened eyes, "Like us Unless such a person leaves the drug research industry, he is destined to kill many people in his life."

"Are you ready to carry your life?"

(End of this chapter)