Chapter 4

Thirty minutes later, when the message arrived from Arcangelo, she felt relieved.

"This place is a trap."

"Yes. Then the probability of him being here or at the other place is high."

"What about that place?"

"I haven't found anything special there yet. Neither has the creator."

She had found the house where he was staying, but she still had not found the laboratory or the path leading to it.

"Then it's better to try somewhere else."

"No, come here."

"Didn't we say we couldn't find the creator?"

"There's a sense of habitation in this house."

No more words were needed.

"Let's go right away."

"I'll check the inside more."

"If there's a chance of coming back, isn't it better not to act recklessly?"

"Even if we can't fight, we can run away. At least we can buy some time. So, you should concentrate on coming as quickly as possible."

"You..."

At that moment, her eyes landed on something. Leila hung up the radio and pushed the bed.

What she had been looking for was underneath it.

"I found it. The secret passage."

She went down without hesitation. In her hand was the gun that had been strapped to her waist.

Leila closed her eyes and focused on her hearing.

Her hearing was abnormally good, so it was more effective to block her vision and use her other senses at times like this.

"Quiet."

She grasped the gun and opened the door at the end of the stairs with a clatter. The sound of the iron door echoed throughout the room.

As expected, it was a laboratory.

"Is nobody here? ... They left such an important place unguarded without even setting traps?"

Drip, drip. The sound of water droplets hitting the ground could be heard. She cautiously stepped inside, her hand still on the gun.

"This is strange."

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The previously vague sense of unease began to take on a definite shape.

"A trap."

The moment those words left her lips, someone came charging at her from behind. But as if she had anticipated it, she fired her gun towards the direction and the bullet pierced through his wrist.

"Aaaah!"

She quickly subdued him, handcuffed him, and took away his weapon. Then she pressed the gun against his head.

"If you want to live, talk."

She had already confirmed that there were no living creatures here except for him.

"Where are the research logs?"

The man in the white coat writhed in agony for a while before quickly opening his mouth.

"B-behind the bookshelf!"

"What's the password?"

"That, that's...ugh! 22012184!"

"Good."

As soon as Leila got the answer she wanted, she kicked him, knocking him out. The man's mouth hit the ground and blood started flowing from it.

"It's this way."

She paid no attention to his condition and headed to the place the man had mentioned. There was a password, but she had already heard it.

Click. Click. Click. After the notification sound, the door opened. She unfolded the documents inside and scanned them.

It was really a fake...

She had heard a description of the creator's appearance before coming here. Black hair, red eyes. He was completely different from the brown-haired man lying there.

Yet the fact that a man who looked like a researcher was here meant that things were going differently than the investigative agency had expected.

"We need to figure this out as soon as possible."

She moved her eyes to find out what they had missed. The paper flipped quickly.

Experimental number 1. 2...

At first, there was nothing.

"Is there no useful information? It would be better to look for other documents... Wait."

However, she felt a strange uneasiness in the contents and soon realized the hidden meaning within them.

Leila's pupils dilated as she read through the material.

"Oh, no..."

At that moment, the laboratory door opened as someone's foot hit it. Leila quickly loaded her gun and turned on the radio with her other hand.

No answer.

"Darn it."

She had to get out of here as soon as possible. She only understood after seeing the documents.

"This was never a mission that could be investigated in secret. Even with the massive help of the police, it was something that had to be resolved quickly!

"121 was not a simple poison," he said.

"It wasn't just something that happened to be made by chance. It was a poison that was deliberately developed to produce this effect."

He had tried it out on humans himself.

"The creator must be working with at least some organization, or be a part of that organization. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to experiment with 121 on so many people!"

This was not something that Leila and Arcangelo could handle on their own.

He must have known that the Bureau was after him from the start.s

"This is not the only thing that we did not anticipate. This mission must end here."

The lives of the investigators were more important than the success of the mission. She had learned this and acted accordingly.

"So for now, we must eliminate everyone here."

Leila's face grew cold. Without showing any emotions on her face, she moved through the attackers.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Gunshots echoed through the once-silent laboratory.

When the sound stopped, only one person was left alive.