Originally, Kirito was prepared to slowly decrypt the files on this computer, but he was clearly overthinking things.
Files of the 'confidential folder' level were quickly decrypted. It seemed that because certain data needed to be recorded daily, a spreadsheet immediately opened, with some information filled in for the current day.
Kirito scanned up and down, mostly logs recording changes in test subjects. Kirito flipped forward, but the recorded dates were too far back, so he simply went back and clicked on the file titled "Project Introduction PPT."
It seemed that even for such secret and dark experiments, a document explanation was still required for investors or superior leaders.
However, Kirito looked at it and felt that even this PPT introduction, which had already removed many academic terms and professional vocabulary, would probably not be understood by those bureaucrats. After all, this was the current political situation in Japan, where even the Minister of Cyber Security couldn't open a browser.
Kirito flipped a few pages and found several key pieces of information. First, the person in charge of this project… well, it was the woman Keli had captured, who was still screaming over there.
There were also photos of several other people next to her. Kirito took out his phone and photographed their appearances, names, and main achievements to prevent any loss of information.
Then came the budget for this experiment. Kirito saw the number in the dedicated security budget column: 130 million yen.
Kirito looked at the iron door over there with some confusion. Although an electronically controlled retractable iron door had been added, this was simply…
Then Kirito looked at the rendering of the experimental laboratory.
Upon entering, the clean, high-end laboratory showed several foreign scientists photoshopped in, filled with professional instruments and experimental machines, as well as some high-end instruments that, although he didn't understand, looked very sophisticated. The next slide showed several men in cheap suits photoshopped outside a transparent one-way glass window, observing with surprised expressions. Inside were rows of desks and various computer-connected equipment.
Kirito looked around in confusion at this basement, which looked like a cave, and then peered into the room where those men had come out. There was no one-way glass inside, just large iron cages.
Then Kirito looked again at the astronomical figures for renovation and equipment expenses in the project budget.
Now he understood!
So, the ridiculous security level here, despite being a secret biochemical research facility, was due to corruption, wasn't it?
The leaders took the lion's share of the funds, and these researchers took smaller cuts and went home to build villas. As for the research and the laboratory? As long as they worked, that was fine, right?
It was like those mysterious screws in US military spending, priced at thousands of dollars each, yet no better in material or craftsmanship than a 4-dollar screw.
This was much faster money than painstakingly producing results and only getting a bonus in the end, wasn't it?
Kirito was still amused when he saw this, but when he started flipping further and reached the experimental details, it became somewhat difficult to accept.
They first conducted animal experiments, but the animals all exhibited violent and diseased phenomena, directly losing reproductive capacity and becoming extremely ferocious.
Upon discovering such strong side effects, these people's first reaction was…
To conduct human experiments. This part was directly seen from the experimental logs and data, not the PPT.
They seemed to have obtained some kind of approval, but that approval would not be explicitly stated or agreed upon.
And at the experimental log section, the project leader changed to a blonde woman with a beauty mark on her face. If Kazuma saw her now, he would definitely recognize her as the Nurse Chief. Kirito recognized the other changed leaders next to her; they were several hospital executives he had seen before.
"It seems this person is purely for taking the blame. If something goes wrong, they will be treated as the main experimental personnel, and it will be their self-directed and self-performed act to profit from human experiments."
Kirito provided his analysis and typed it into the chat room.
Then he continued to read. Three months ago, they began attempting to inject the drug directly into humans.
It was a dying middle-aged woman with a terminal illness, whose son was attending university in Kyoto.
According to the data, the child's father was a Spanish immigrant whom the woman met 20 years ago when he came to Japan. After a fleeting romance and pregnancy, he disappeared, and the woman was disowned by her parents. So, the woman raised the child alone, and once even dabbled in the adult video industry to make ends meet. However, as she got older and no one could accept her with a child, she could only work odd jobs. Eventually, she got sick due to substandard air quality at a chemical factory.
The chemical factory paid a large sum as hush money, but she couldn't bear to use it to fill the bottomless pit of her lung disease. She asked the hospital not to notify her son and refused treatment.
So, naturally, she became the hospital's target. During what was pretended to be a routine intravenous anti-inflammatory infusion, she was injected with an anesthetic and dragged to the basement.
The first experiment was not pleasant, but the reactions of humans and animals after injection were completely different.
Kirito silently watched the video, which was a recording of the first experimental subject. He watched the ordinary middle-aged woman, who at first constantly begged for mercy, eventually become like a wild person in heat as the drug was injected, completely losing her sanity. She was subjected to various tests by the medical staff, and even her dead body was not spared. The hospital directly forged a body donation agreement, and made the woman's son take the money and leave.
Subsequently, there were continuous adjustments to the reagents until the researchers discovered that the injected person's sexual fluid could also be used as medicine. They began extracting sexual fluid from male test subjects.
And to expand the pool of test subjects and make a profit, they also sold this drug to the yakuza to settle disputes.
For example, if they accidentally assaulted a student, they would give the student a diluted dose of the drug, causing the student to develop extreme obedience and dependency.
Or, to put it more clearly, when they felt that the courtesans they had weren't attractive enough to draw customers, they could directly use this method to force innocent women into prostitution.
They didn't even have to pay the women who were forced into prostitution after doing this; they just needed to give them food, and they would have no choice but to entertain clients. The ultimate goal of this drug was to eliminate the undesirable side effects that caused loss of sanity and physical changes.
To create a completely legal drug to sell for money, or to use for various secret activities, directly controlling certain political enemies who couldn't be killed.
Finally, it mentioned their raw material, a liquid code-named Bk-200, which came from the Ten Teng Group, a branch of the Sukiyoshi-kai, a yakuza organization headquartered in Akabane.
This was also why they chose to cooperate with the yakuza.
However, they didn't know how the yakuza obtained it.
What? Who did Akabane offend? Why is it related to that place again?!
However, the more Kirito read, the more he felt suffocated. Many of the people who died by his sword were ordinary young men just weeks ago. They didn't provoke anyone, they didn't bother anyone, they had nowhere to go in this cold society, and they chose to give up when they couldn't afford medical treatment, which is why these scumbags targeted them.
In the end, even the last thing they had left, their bodies, were targeted.
Kirito drew his two swords and walked directly to the back. He didn't want to hear the woman's screams, which were a mixture of pain and pleasure, anymore.
"I'm sorry, we're late. I will free you now."