You Should Be a Good Person

Gin glanced back.

It was the middle of the night, and they had chosen a stretch of road in the outskirts where the street lamps were sparse. The car was dimly lit, making it hard to see clearly.

But following Jiang Xia's gesture, Cito's skin near his temple did look uneven, like a vicious scar... Gin vaguely understood now. No wonder he had kept noticing a strange shadow there earlier.

Being struck near the temple by bone fragments flying at high speed, surviving the impact was already fortunate. It really could cause symptoms such as aphasia. But...

Gin remembered the powerful side effects of the New Interrogation Drug, as well as Uzo's usual attitude toward his subordinates. He suspected Cito's intermittent aphasia was actually the result of Uzo force-feeding him drugs. The young little delinquent simply did not want to admit that he had ruined a weapon he liked, so he blamed the landmine instead. In Gin's experience, if a head injury was severe enough to cause aphasia, it generally came with other consequences, and it was rarely "intermittent." Yet Cito seemed physically coordinated, and his movements were fairly normal...

It really was from being fed too much interrogation drug.

He had heard that Umeshu from the Development Department was always a little scatterbrained. Her assistants and Laboratory had been replaced several times because of experimental accidents. If not for her solid professional expertise, she would probably have been put on the disposal list long ago... Perhaps when she mailed the drugs, she forgot to include instructions for Uzo.

Thinking of unlucky Cito, then of Uzo's even more unfortunate former subordinate—the disposable child who had already turned to ash in the incinerator—even Gin could not help sharing some of Vodka's thoughts.

Uzo really was rather harsh on his subordinates... No,