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... s him to freely visit the basement floors of the department - which is very important.

The poor man couldn't even afford security. He was completely defenseless against such a person as the messenger of the goddess.

Within three minutes, the investigator, tied to the chair, was sleeping under the influence of the soporific, while Kyon was fumbling with a scalpel in his wrist with filigree precision. If he had not used a tourniquet and therapeutic medicine, the man would have died ...

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