Chapter 116: The Problem of Humanity

After the special forces completed all the cleanup work, the regular police of the Metropolitan Police Department began to investigate the back mountain.

Naturally, Juzo Megure also saw the laboratory hidden underground in the drug dealers' base.

"..."

Even after being a police officer for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a tragic situation.

Middle-aged people and elderly people would be one thing, but now there were even several children's corpses; this matter was too big.

Juzo Megure lowered his hat.

"It seems that the situation on this island is much more complicated than I imagined."

He had originally thought that as long as the drug dealers were controlled, the rest would be about the items related to drug production.

As long as the drugs and drug-making devices that needed to be handled were transferred, it would be fine.

But he had truly thought of the matter too simply.

Now, when the matter was placed before him, Juzo Megure knew he had thought too simply.

Besides the drug dealers, there were dozens of murder cases with very serious impacts here.

Juzo Megure walked over, looking at the data and formulas posted on the experimental tables.

Those lines of cold text stung his nerves.

There were no names of the corpses on them, but those words seemed as if they were the names of those corpses.

Juzo Megure was also a police officer with blood in his veins.

Seeing this scene, his teeth also ached from gritting them.

But the more this was the case, the more he knew he needed to be calm.

He immediately dialed his superior's phone; now the most important thing was the report on the cleanup mission.

"Superintendent Matsumoto, the cleanup mission is complete."

"The back mountain is confirmed to be a base for drug dealers, and also a laboratory for drug dealers."

"It is a drug-making laboratory."

"..."

Superintendent Matsumoto frowned; he knew there were other things behind this when he heard Megure's voice.

"Besides drug production, are there other things?"

"Yes."

Juzo Megure did some psychological construction before continuing.

"We discovered a hidden laboratory underground in the drug-making laboratory."

"Inside, there are dozens of corpses—elderly people, middle-aged men and women, young people, and even children."

"We are certain that those drug dealers were using living people to develop new types of drugs."

"!?"

Kiyonaga Matsumoto's complexion changed.

Human experiments on dozens of corpses—this was not something to be trifled with.

Such behavior was almost anti-human.

In the past, drug dealers just treated drug trafficking as a means of accumulating wealth, but what are they trying to do now? Not satisfied with the types of drugs from the past, they were even preparing to develop new types of drugs? And they even used living people for experiments?

Who gave them such great courage!?

Kiyonaga Matsumoto understood that this matter could not be hidden at all, especially with the Metropolitan Police Department making such a big move.

Therefore, this time, they must thoroughly settle accounts with the drug dealers.

And heaven knows if those experimental data had spread among the drug dealers.

If other drug dealers really researched more advanced drugs, then the nature of this matter would be completely different.

"Megure, handle the situation at the scene first."

"I need a more detailed report on the situation."

"I understand."

Hanging up the phone, Juzo Megure looked at these corpses that hadn't completely rotted yet, his heart feeling incomparably heavy.

The people who had already died needed to be investigated one by one.

Needless to say, these were people from this island.

Their identities needed to be confirmed, and this was the work that had to be completed today.

Thinking of today being the weekend, he should have been resting at home with his wife.

But he also knew that some things had to be done by someone.

Clearly, he needed to apologize to his wife.

At least this week, he probably wouldn't have time to accompany his wife.

The girls at the hot spring inn were clearly in much better condition after resting for a while.

Unfortunately, they probably had no appetite to eat today.

"Ugh... so sad..."

Chika Fujiwara, who had vomited repeatedly, felt as if she had even vomited her stomach acid.

Weak all over, she could only lean against Amamiya.

Only this could make her feel a trace of peace; at least beside Amamiya, she could suppress her fear and nausea regarding some taboo scenes.

Facing this girl with a somewhat jumpy personality, Ren Amamiya didn't have any particularly good way.

He himself had very little experience facing girls and could only subconsciously face her in the way he treated friends.

He still gently patted Fujiwara's back as he had just done, easing the uncomfortable feeling in her body.

"That's why I said, there are things not suitable for you to watch."

"Ugh... I only now feel that these words are true."

Chika Fujiwara now understood just how unsuitable "not suitable" was.

It wasn't unsuitable for men or women, but unsuitable for the concept of being human.

Regardless of gender, seeing that kind of scene would cause strong discomfort.

It wasn't something you could adapt to just by saying you would.

Thinking back now, Chika Fujiwara still felt very uncomfortable and still had a strong urge to vomit.

Especially seeing the corpses of those children who were only under ten years old.

She really found it hard to imagine what kind of torture those children suffered before death to make their corpses so twisted after death.

"What exactly did they encounter?"

Ren Amamiya gently patted Fujiwara's forehead.

"Don't think about the suffering of the deceased before death; that is not a problem that the living should think about."

"If such questions are not supported by intelligence, they will only bring endless internal friction to yourself."

"It can even easily trigger some psychological problems."

Touching her hit forehead, Chika Fujiwara gave up on the previous thinking.

"Then what should we think about?"

This question was very good; when Chika Fujiwara asked this question, the attention of others also shifted over.

"What we need to consider on this issue is how to maintain humanity."

"Humanity? Is it because the drug dealers have no humanity?"

"That's right, the drug dealers have no humanity at all."

Ren Amamiya nodded slightly, then placed his gaze on Kaguya.

"Do you remember what I just said to you, Kaguya?"

Kaguya Sigong nodded slightly.

"Once a person obtains power, they will unconsciously break through the bottom line of humanity."

These words were just said, but Kaguya Sigong also deeply agreed with them.

"Losing humanity means losing the ability to empathize."

"Losing the ability to empathize also means gradually losing humanity."

"Then can a person who has lost humanity still be called a human?"

"And a guy who has lost humanity because of power is no longer a human, but just a monster possessing power."

This is a topic about humanity, and also a problem that Ren Amamiya thinks is very important.

The path of sequences is the path of humanity.

Even becoming a true god of Sequence 0 needs anchors to stabilize one's humanity.

Therefore, gods cannot abandon humanity and cannot become monsters bound by power.

Once it really reaches that step, whether one is controlling power or a beast controlled by power, I'm afraid even the person involved cannot give an accurate answer.

— Author's Notes —

PS: New book is out, seeking data.

PS: Sorry, I couldn't help it yesterday....