Chapter 14 Section Thirteen

The researcher woke up in the dark. Seeing that it was not dawn, he wanted to go back to sleep. It wasn't until he found that he couldn't stretch his hands and feet freely that he realized that he was sleeping in his father's private laboratory. He pulled his curled arms out of the sleeping bag and looked at his watch.The time is nine o'clock in the morning.Maybe it was because I was too tired that I slept for so long.Yesterday, after jumping off the rented room on the second floor, escaped from the police, and escaped for the first time in his life, he took several trams to Machida, withdrew cash from the account of "Suzuki Yoshinobu" and bought a change of clothes. Clothes, and that's how the day went.Today is the second day of life on the run.

After Yanren got up, he almost stretched out his hand to open the blackout curtains, but he stopped because he was worried that people nearby would see the appearance of the room.If someone found this suspicious laboratory, they might call the police. He turned on the lights in the six-pack room and went to the kitchen to wash his face.There is still much that must be done today. Swallowed the bread bought last night for breakfast, and then went to take care of the forty mice.But when planning to clean the rat cage, the researcher found a bundle of documents in the depths of the closet, and the text on it was not Japanese, but English.

The first document is the invoice issued by the overseas shipping company.The shipment was sent from Lisbon Medical University in Portugal to Tama Institute of Technology in Tokyo.The sender is Dr. Antonio Gallardo. Dr. Antonio Grad. The researcher remembered that this person was a world-class authority on alveolar epithelial sclerosis, and couldn't help being shocked, and quickly looked through other documents.The bill and receipt for 7,600 euros recorded the number of mice: forty.It seemed that the forty mice in the closet were bought by my father from Dr. Grad for a huge sum of 10 million yen.

In other documents, it was clearly recorded that these purchased mice were divided into two categories, one was normal mice, and the other was mice showing symptoms of alveolar epithelial cell sclerosis. The researcher looks at the right two of the four cages.The twenty mice there were so weak that they had been genetically modified to develop alveolar epithelial cell sclerosis. Thinking about it carefully, since my father intends to make a special medicine to treat incurable diseases, it is only natural to prepare these experimental mice.In order to test the activity of synthetic drugs in individuals, diseased animals must be prepared.

The researchers panicked because it was illegal to keep genetically modified mice in a closet in the shabby apartment.Genetically modified animals are creatures that do not exist in nature, and the law stipulates that breeders must undertake strict management obligations. However, the researcher will not dispose of the mouse in front of him because of this.As he tended them, he braced himself to keep them from escaping.In any case, genetically modified mice will not survive for a few days, unless researchers create a specific drug for alveolar epithelial cell sclerosis. A sense of powerlessness filled every corner of his heart, and Yanren had no choice but to clean the mouse's house silently.

Leave the laboratory in the morning and go to Akihabara.There are a few phone calls that researchers have to make, but the phone numbers are stored in the phone's address book, and the phone can't be turned on.He had to figure out a way to sort this out. Kento changed to the subway at Shinjuku Station.Despite the possibility that the police were on his trail, he decided to take the minimum precautions.He also went to Akihabara Station when he escaped, and the police might set up an ambush there, so he got off the train one stop earlier, and then walked into Electric Street. While walking, the researcher searched for the kind of machine used by his friends in the engineering school, and finally found it in the fourth shop.It was a box-shaped machine that could be held in the hand.Walking into the coffee shop, sitting in the corner seat, he started the machine he just bought.The device that emits cell phone jamming radio waves immediately showed its power.The young woman behind the counter yelled "Hey! Hey!" and took the phone away from her ear when the signal was interrupted.

The researcher said "I'm sorry" in his heart, took out his mobile phone, turned on the machine, and the screen displayed the reception status of radio waves: no signal.The wireless communication base station is interfered and cannot receive the radio waves sent by the researcher's mobile phone.In this way, his location cannot be detected.The researcher calmly called up the address book, and wrote down the phone numbers that might be used one by one. After finishing this work, Yanren left the cafe, entered the phone booth on the side of the street, and directly dialed the phone number of his hometown.

"Hey?" "Is it Yanren?" Hearing her son's voice, the mother started nagging, "I called you several times last night. What's wrong with you? The family is in a mess now." An ominous premonition struck. "A mess?" "The police came to the house and searched your father's room and belongings." The police actually found his hometown.Like the researcher, the reason for the investigation that the mother heard was to cooperate with the investigation of the FBI. "A policeman also asked the weird question, 'Where is the book stained with popsicles?'"

Suddenly, the researcher felt a chill down his spine. Open book stained with popsicles. That was the only instruction in the e-mail from my father.The fact that the police knew even this showed that my father was right and that the e-mails were being watched. In the future, all communication tools such as telephones, mobile phones, emails, and faxes you use may be monitored. That was not his father's delusion of being persecuted, someone was indeed watching him.Fear and unhappiness rushed into his heart at the same time.A powerful invisible force was about to grab him and crush him into powder.

"Yanren, do you know the book the police mentioned?" "I don't know." Researcher replied immediately. The researcher followed his father's instructions and disposed of the notes in the "book stained with popsicles".But what exactly is father doing?Neither the new drug development fraud that the researchers speculated nor the FBI investigation that the police said seemed to be true.Could there be a bigger secret hidden behind his father's actions during his lifetime? "Also, the police said, if you get a call from you, let them know." "Notify the police?"

"Yeah, did you cause trouble outside?" "I didn't do anything." Yan Ren replied, looking around anxiously.If the phone in my hometown is equipped with a reverse tracking device, I can lock the phone booth where I made a call. "Can we not tell the police about our phone call?" "why?" "I don't want to get in trouble. The lab is too busy." "but……" "By the way, my mobile phone is broken and I can't get through. If there is anything, I will take the initiative to contact you." "Researcher..." Researcher hung up the phone, quickly walked out of the phone booth, and left the scene quickly along the sidewalk.After passing a home appliance store and a game software franchise store, he walked about a block before he looked back.Behind the phone booth, a uniformed policeman on a bicycle was rushing over.Researcher's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.Did the police come looking for me? The researcher walked through the horizontal alley and walked quickly into another street.There was no sign of the police following.He took a taxi, transferred to Jimbocho, a nearby commercial street, entered the phone booth again, and called the laboratory. Professor Sonoda, who answered the phone, recognized that the other party was Kento, and couldn't help screaming, but immediately lowered his voice as if he was wary of people around him, "Is that Koga? What the hell did you do?" "Ah?" The researcher who was going to ask for leave was confused and asked, "What happened?" "The police came to arrest you just now with an arrest warrant." The researcher was shocked: "Arrest warrant? What crime did they say I committed?" "I heard from the police that you have three counts: obstructing the performance of official duties, damaging property, and negligent injury. Have you really done these things?" At the mention of this, the researchers all remembered.He prevented the police from searching the rental house, and when he fled, he crushed the roof of the car and injured the head of the policeman in the driver's seat. "No," Yan Ren hurriedly explained, "This must be a misunderstanding." "If you're innocent, talk to the police." "Understood, I will." In order to reassure the professor, he could only say this, "Maybe I will take a few days off, I wonder if it is okay?" "Well, don't worry about the lab, just deal with your own affairs first." "Did the police say anything else?" "That's all I heard. But they also asked everyone in the lab about your friendship." "Friendship?" "I guess they suspect you've fled to a friend's house." Now the reinforcements are all over, the researcher thought.If friends in the laboratory are contacted in the future, they will notify the police.Most of the phone numbers I had finally memorized were unusable. "In short, you should go to the nearest police station and surrender yourself now." "Okay." Yanren replied, "I'm sorry for worrying the teacher." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. The situation deteriorated faster than expected.The phone in the laboratory may also be equipped with a reverse tracking device. The researcher cannot stay for a long time, and immediately gets up and rushes to the subway station. Now he is a criminal.If caught by the police, the consequences will definitely be dire.Not only is it possible to be expelled from graduate school, but it is also possible to go to prison. The laboratory must be exploding right now. Thinking of this, the researchers couldn't help but fall into despair.The so-called "bad things spread thousands of miles", I must have become a sinner who defiled the holy place of the campus.The humiliation and anxiety made Yan Ren shed tears. He got on the subway, not knowing where to go.Sooner or later the police will catch him.Should he "surrender himself" to the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department?It doesn't always feel like a wise move.One is going to jail, and the other is that the whole matter has a strange atmosphere that cannot be explained clearly. I am afraid that it is not enough to surrender.Why did the FBI in the United States want to slander the father?Why did the Japanese police go out of their way to arrest themselves?Behind these people, there seems to be a huge power hidden, and it is quietly stretching out its claws towards Yanren.Before raising your hands and surrendering, you must at least figure out the ins and outs of the matter. When the subway arrived at Shibuya Station, Kento went down to the platform and left the station.At this time, he made the conclusion of "maintaining the status quo".That being the case, the contents of the Heisman Report should be found out according to the original plan. On the streets of Shibuya, Kento found a phone booth, went in, picked up the receiver, took out a notebook with a number on it, and called Sugai.After the bell rang three times, the newspaper reporter picked up the phone. "It's a researcher." The other party's peaceful voice made Yan Ren feel relieved.It seems that the police haven't found Suga well head. "Did you hear my message to you?" "Sorry, my phone is broken and I can't listen." "Then let me tell you. A colleague from the Washington bureau sent an email this morning." "Did you find out about the Heisman Report?" "No, the result was quite unexpected. The "Heisman Report" was retracted three months ago, and it is no longer available for inspection. In other words, this report is classified as a confidential document." "secret document?" "That's right. All documents related to US national security issues are not allowed to be made public." US national security issue?For graduate students in Japan, it seems like another world.The researcher faintly felt that this was somehow related to the troubles he was involved in.The sense of oppression that had been lingering in his heart before became more and more intense, making his hair stand on end.His father's last words seemed to have predicted that all this would happen. This research should be done by you alone, don't tell anyone.However, if you feel that you are in danger, you can give up the research immediately. "But why is it suddenly listed as a confidential document?" "I don't know about that either. If you must know about that report, there is a last resort. As I said before, you can investigate magazines from thirty years ago. The report was not classified at that time." "Where can I find old magazines?" "It should be in the Library of Congress." The researcher had been to the Library of Congress before, so he was a little uneasy about the proposal.When entering the museum, you must register your name and address.Although it is not yet certain whether the police will search the library, it is too dangerous after all. "Sorry, I couldn't be of much help, what else can I do?" "No..." the researcher said, but still decided to make the last request, "sorry, there is one more thing. I want to ask you to help investigate a person, I don't know if it's convenient?" "Identity investigation? I have to find a colleague from the Social News Department. Who do you want to investigate?" The researcher hoped that Sugai could help again, so he reported the name "Sakai Yuri" and described the appearance and age of this mysterious woman. Sugai seemed interested: "She wants your father's computer? Any other clues?" "I guess she should be a researcher in science." "I'm not sure, but I'll look into it. But your phone is broken, how can I contact you?" "If you don't mind, let me call you." "Okay, you can call anytime." "thank you very much." The researcher thanked him solemnly, hung up the phone, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.He knew what he was going to do next—scavenging through stacks of old magazines for any hint of the Heisman Report. Researcher came to Zhongxin Street, found an Internet cafe, sat in a narrow cubicle, and searched with a computer.He discovered that the largest magazine library in Japan was in Tokyo.700,000 volumes of magazines from the Meiji era can be consulted there, and fortunately, the library is privately owned. Perhaps, tomorrow evening, I will know the ins and outs of this great adventure that my father brought me to join.The research report on human extinction should be sleeping in the collection of that library.