Si Nan looked like he had just been pulled out of cold water, his wet hair covering his snow-white face. The pale blue blood vessels protruded on his arms and neck, and even his tightly closed eyelids faintly revealed terrible blue lines.
Romuel expelled the air from the syringe, grabbed one of his hands, and gritted his teeth as he injected the entire dose.
The confession agent was prepared before his trip to China, but based on experience, this drug could not provide highly precise details and contained a certain degree of misleading information. Worse, sometimes the confession agent would not immediately make the subject recall all answers, but would slowly take effect over a week; it was not a very convenient interrogation tool.
If he had not been at his wit’s end, he would not have resorted to such a method.
Si Nan began to struggle in a daze, causing the handcuffs to jingle, but was firmly pressed down by Romuel.
“Where is the ultimate antibody?” He gripped Si Nan’s sweat-soaked chin, preventing him from turning away: “The shockproof freezer you carried after your plane crash, where is the ultimate antibody inside?”
Si Nan moaned, his eyelids barely opening, unable to see anything clearly.
“Did you inject it?” Romuel asked repeatedly in both Chinese and English, forcing him to look at him: “Did you inject the antibody?”
Antibody… Ultimate antibody…
Si Nan gasped, as if floating in the deep sea, with boundless waters isolating all sounds, seeping into his body through every pore, squeezing his internal organs into a ball.
“No antibody,” he heard a plaintive female voice slowly say.
In a trance, he became very small, with the Twelve Disciples looking down at him through the church’s stained glass windows. To look higher, he would need to completely bend his neck to see the white carved cross piercing the sky.
A woman in black mourning dress held his hand, standing before a black pine wood coffin.
The priest asked: “Have you made up your mind, madam?”
“I pulled him back from hell, yet cannot completely bring him back to the living. He is neither alive nor dead. He wanders in my laboratory, day after day, autumn to winter, emitting lonely and resentful sobs…”
Tears flowed down her delicate face, wetting the white flowers on her chest.
