Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

- The old man disappeared.

That day, Shinda, Yamashita and I went to the Patchi shop in front of the station, and all three of us lost a lot.

It was still evening and the battle was coming, but I couldn't help it because I ran out of money.

When I went to the station to go home, an old man in work clothes at the lottery store in front of the station was scratching and getting tens of thousands.

"Hey, let's split up with that old man, shall we?

It feels like I've been watching, but I had about 50,000, so even if I got 10,000 each, I still have 20,000 calculations on my old man's hands.

It's a lot of money anyway, so it's the duty of the elderly to invest in young people.

Besides, if I had 10,000 more, that table would come, so I should be able to take back what I lost today.

No, if you're good, maybe you can get it back for this month at once.

Shinda and Yamashita were also willing to ride, so we followed the old man.

"Goddamn walking... They'll take that table...!!

I still confiscate all the contents of my wallet because I'm annoyed.

"Hey, Yoshida"

Shinda laughs and looks at this one.

After looking around the mountain too, I nodded happily many times.

"Hehe, you're that old asshole"

The stupid old man didn't even know we were being followed, and he went into an increasingly unpopular place.

I've come to an alley with very little surveillance cameras, so it's time to set it up...

"Ah!!

"" "What!?

All of a sudden, I thought I turned around, and the old man pointed behind us and raised his voice like he was surprised.

We saw the old man pointing at us reflexively.

I mean, I finally looked back.

... I don't know, a threat.

If you don't, check your license and let me invest regularly.

"Huh...?

When I looked back, there was no old man.

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"Well... I don't know what you're talking about anymore."

"Uh, yes, yes."

Makoto Yoshida was telling his circle buddies what he had experienced a while back that day, but he couldn't believe it.

"No, I'm serious!! Hypnosis, super-speed..."

So I said, "Enough is enough."

I'm just not exactly interested, and I don't care if his story is true for the listener, but Makoto didn't care about the attitude of the fellow.

I have since tried to tell the same story to another circle buddy or a senior junior at work, but no one was interested in having one old man gone, regardless of the beautiful girl who disappeared.

"Shit, I'm serious."

That's what I thought, and I was persistently sharing my experiences with the SNS timeline.

"I don't know. Why were you wearing it after the old man?

The trigger was one replay.

"Uh, maybe this guy's a part-time junior. He was trying to hunt his father down on his stomach and he lost something."

"Wow, that's awesome."

Where is he?

"I just... I guess it was huge."

"No, seniors bee and no answer www"

"Whoa, compliance, huh? Abby, Abby, I almost talked to you about tennis. '

"Compliance, work, www."

"Hmm? - Isn't that the big tennis player?

What's that?

"Yarissa?

Seriously, blow it up!

"Yes, no, my cousin with me was taken care of there..."

"Even a part-time senior who quit before I went in - there's a rumor that he was some kind of translator in the big tennis..."

"No, Ocan's part-to acquaintance's daughter, - quitting college and hikikomori right after the big new welcome..."

"Hey Yoshida!!

Makoto was woken up one morning with an incoming call from Shinda.

After I stumbled on a couple of people at the compact, I just felt good going home and sleeping, so when I fell asleep half way down and answered the phone, I was suddenly shouted out at the phone.

"Oh, my God, I've been flattered since the morning... Wow..."

"Idiot, you're in flames!!

"Burning...?

Once the smartphone was removed from the ear and returned to the home screen, the number of digits the SNS icon had never been notified had been seen.

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"So, Yoshida kun...... I was wondering how you could put this drop on me?

Arrowhead, Yoshida, who tried to hang up the phone and check the status of the SNS, was summoned by his senior.

Yoshida, who was called to a family restaurant a little further away from both the university and his residence, had confirmed a thread that continued long after the trip and Reply.

There were many things there that exposed the vices of the circle - including things that never happened - from Makoto's personal information.

And from some of the users who saw it, the police did a report to the university.

"Well, the police, it's fine because they don't move without a damage report, but they're going to be pretty much pursued by college..."

"Su... excuse me"

The modus operandi of a sincere circle was very clever, and the problem would never have been out-of-the-box if it had been normal.

It seems to have been created some years ago by students from other universities, and when I heard a description of the system from my predecessors, I was greatly impressed.

But when things get bigger, it's hard to cover them up.

The circle will be dissolved and those responsible will be punished considerably.

"Ma, this circle is run mainly by talented young people, so we're irrelevant anymore."

Seniors laugh at the crap.

Operated by a good young man? It is a story I have never heard.

At least until yesterday, the senior in front of me was the head of the circle.

Anything is connected to a large group of companies around here, so I had asked someone before why Quaternary Regeneration managed to work for the person in charge to foil it or something.

"So Yoshida, the person in charge, you showed up at school, right?

"Huh...?

Apparently Makoto will be made a scapegoat.

Circle-related records had already been retrospectively altered in the past, and it was to be second regeneration that he had been in charge since his creation.

When I was used to college, the most obvious reason followed was to take turns as the person in charge in order to gain experience in bringing people together.

He wants to summarize as little as possible on the university side, so he's trying to finish the conversation by punishing the current person responsible with severe punishment.

If you ask me, the founders of this circle held high positions in a large group of companies, with faces on each side or something, and some extinguishing of fire was over.

"Yoshida, if you take responsibility, it'll all fit in circles."

"Oh... no..."

Your expression disappears from the face of the senior you've been nibbling at because you didn't care about Makoto's reaction.

And he rode out and grabbed Makoto's collar.

"Are you kidding me? Ahhh!?

"Um... for one thing, no..."

"I don't know if this is happening because I messed it up! The old man disappeared, huh? I don't care!!

"No, but... really..."

"I don't know! Stick to it!!

"Hino... eh"

Though his voice was held back, Makoto, awesome in his low voice, shrugged his neck in dismay.

"Well, if you really don't like it, you can let me show up."

A senior who was angry as a fiery fire, but seemed to calm down a little thanks to the shouting and yelling scattering, his expression and tone moderated somewhat.

So the senior takes his hand off his collar and puts it on Makoto's shoulder.

"Well, then my job is my grandfather."

"Shh, excuse me..."

"You don't have to apologize for anything, do you? I'll hold you accountable."

"Responsibility...?

So the senior distorted his mouth with a nit.

"You're ruining my life because of you, pay that compensation. You and your family."

"No, that's..."

"In due course, I'd have earned 10 million a year by 30 because it was a solid place to work. Well, but the same circle's good. I'll give you a break for a billion."

"-!? I can't do that..."

"Then there's only one option..."

Makoto was annoyed by the deception for a while, but eventually voiced a fine voice.

I'll show up.

"All right!"

"Ugh..."

That's where the seniors bang Makoto's shoulder! And I slapped him hard.

"Come on, but still, my place of employment is going down grade, huh? Because of you."

…………

"If you're as good as me, it's only a matter of time before you crawl up from the bottom? Forgive me."

".................. thank you"

"What, it's been suspended for a while and it's almost cold enough to go right back"

That said, the senior stood up with a pompous tap on Makoto's shoulder and left the store with a slip.

After finishing accounting Makoto goes to college on that leg.

A notice of expulsion was received in Makoto's room at a later date.

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"Why are you expelled... Weren't you suspended..."

Due to his expulsion from college, Makoto decided that there was not even a fact of admission.

The final education will not mean dropping out of college, but a high school graduate.

The blazing noise in the example came to an astonishingly light end with the head of the circle being heavily disposed of as expulsion.

It doesn't seem like a big force is working, but there is no way to confirm it now.

"Damn... it's all that old man's fault..."

Late in the day, I turn my resentment spearhead against a man in a working suit who disappeared in front of me.

I guess I won't be able to do it unless I do.

"In the meantime, we need to hit one shot and make trouble..."

Makoto was on the train that day to head to the off-site ticket office.

"Even so, that old man, I'm pissed... if only that old man wasn't here... that old man... eh...? Hmm?"

Looking at the seat across the street, I saw a familiar outfit.

"Work clothes......?

And staring at his face, he realized it was the man who disappeared then.

(I don't know, why didn't you just notice?

For unreasonable reasons, but someone with a grudge.

I thought I'd find out as soon as I saw it again, and if I did, I was going to hit him a couple of times and make him give me money.

Anyway, Makoto was expelled from college because of the man, and he couldn't even send me.

The resentful workwear man is sitting in the seat across the street.

(How long have you been on board? No, well...)

Makoto took his smartphone out of his pocket and captured the man's face with a camera so that he wouldn't be understood by his opponent and saved several images.

(Oh, are you going down at the same station)

To find out who the hell this man is, Makoto tried to follow...

"Hey, you"

He slapped me in the shoulder from behind.

"Ah?"

Turning around, there was a woman there who looked like she was in her thirties, with a tough eye.

"You were stealing earlier, weren't you?

"Huh!?

Apparently, I was mistaken for taking a picture of a man earlier.

"It doesn't matter! Oops!? Was......!!

If I didn't chase him soon, I'd lose sight of the man, Makoto ignored the woman and tried to leave the scene, but he got his wrist grabbed in the back and twisted up.

"I was wondering if you could come with me for a moment."

The woman was a masked investigator for the Railway Police Corps, and Makoto was to be heard in a separate room, but was released without delay because there were no images or videos in her smartphone that might have been involved in the theft.

(Phew... that sucked...)

After the disturbance in the example, Makoto deleted all the photos and videos of the circle activity (...) recorded on his smartphone after backing them up to his PC.

If that had stayed, it would have been a hassle.

"Damn...... Have you lost sight of it after all..."

I arrived at the off-site ticket office a little later than planned, but all the tickets I bought that day turned out to be out of paper.

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- Picon!

The SNS notification sounded that I hadn't heard in a long time.

I really wanted to delete my account, but my senior ordered me not to, so I'm turning off notifications when it comes to replying to the timeline.

If the notification sounded, it was only when the message came in, and when I opened the app, I had received a group message for the circle.

"Oh, you weren't removed from here."

Since that disturbance the circle had suspended its activities and the group, which was aimed at everyone, had remained silent.

I had created several other groups with only friendly mentes, but Makoto had all been removed from the membership.

"Looker?

The message was accompanied by several photographs of the woman's face and whole body, with a brief profile.

She's a plain woman with glasses on, but she's pretty good looking.

"Acknowledgement...... 10 Million!? Seriously!!

Powerful information stated that a 10 million yen gratuity would be paid.

"... like I saw somewhere"

Makoto twisted his head for a while before somehow turning the photo recorded on his smartphone.

"... there was"

It was a photograph of a workwear man on the train the other day, with a woman with glasses next to her.

"I mean, you're the silver hair next door, you fucking beauty!! Why didn't you notice...? Uh, no, 10 million is ahead of us now!

Makoto trimmed only the glasses woman with the image editing app and sent a message with the photo to the caller, not the group.

"Where did you take it?

The reply came right back, so when I told them where and when, the information was shared with the group.

'Transfer the gratuity. Account number.'

"Are you serious!?

I didn't expect much because I thought it was half a joke when it comes to gratuities, but when this happens, it becomes more realistic.

Maybe it's a novice scam, but Makoto honestly gave me his account number because he doesn't have enough money to be taken.

A few minutes after that, I received an email from Netbank informing me of the deposit.

"Seriously..."

I checked my balance on the Netbank app and it was transferring 10 million yen.

Shortly afterwards, I got another message.

"Gratuities will be offered on top of the new leading information. Continue to cooperate, please. '

"Are you serious? Ooh!!

Makoto was ecstatic.

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"No, you're serious..."

Makoto, who pulled down some consolidated amount of cash at ATM, was somehow visiting a discount store to buy branded goods.

Until not too long ago, the activities (...) that had been carried out every week were gone, and Makoto had accumulated depression.

I tried to roll it out to Napa to clear up that depression, but he was going to scatter because of what a shallow idea that he would have a slight increase in success if he wore it in his brand.

Makoto glanced at the discount shop appliance corner he visited that way.

There were big screen TVs and video cameras lined up there, showing footage captured by some of the cameras on the monitor.

One of the many large-screen televisions that was arranged showed a woman with glasses.

"I'm kidding... Damn it. Big Wave must be kidding. Yikes!!

Sincerely thought that a reversal of the misfortune that had led to the expulsion from the flames was coming, he stopped shopping and followed the woman.

Makoto, who was about to lose sight of the woman as soon as he started following her, hastily started his smartphone and started shooting videos.

In case I lost sight of it, it was from the thought of validating the video later and at least leaving it with the tip ahead the woman headed.

"Hmm?"

So Makoto tilted his neck.

The woman I almost lost sight of, but when I pointed the camera at her, I was able to capture her lightly in the frame.

Something strange, but I thought it would be better to have more records, Makoto followed the woman as she filmed the video.

"I've identified you."

And I shot her as far as entering the big apartment - the grand court, apparently - confirmed the address from GPS information and sent it to the caller earlier.

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An additional 10 million yen was transferred to Makoto's account.

At that time, he asked me to stake him out, so I agreed with him in two replies.

"I can't tell you I missed all the money I got."

It would not normally be possible for a small sum of money to be paid.

If so, the person from whom the payment is made should not be a decent person.

When you act out of touch with that person, you don't know what you're going to do.

"Hold on, Shinda and Yamashita are idiots..."

I wanted to stake out with a couple of people taking turns, if possible, and I tried contacting an acquaintance, but they refused.

Both of them are involved in something troublesome because they were accompanied by a work clothes man when he disappeared, and I guess you want to just dissolve your connection with Makoto.

I said I'd give 100,000 on a daily allowance, but that rather seems to have ended up amplifying the suspicion.

"Oh, here we go."

Every time someone came out of "Grandcourt," Makoto took a picture on his smartphone.

I've always wanted to take a video if I could, but I'm just running out of battery and media capacity.

I could at least go buy a cheap camera or spare battery if I had the manpower, but when I was going to stake out alone, I couldn't leave here, and only decided to take pictures as a bitter measure.

"Shit... it's a hassle..."

Makoto continued his stakeout that way for a while.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."

And about half a day after the start of the stakeout, at night, the man appeared.

The excitement of getting a lot of money and the fear of someone paying for it lightly kept me nervous, I was able to continue my stakeout without particularly dawdling.

Fortunately, the glasses woman never left the apartment in the meantime.

"You were Yoshida. Lots."

"No, this is, uh... thank you"

A black painted luxury car stopped near Makoto, from where two men came down.

One was a fit, grand man with a tall moustache, and the other was a little short - like in his late 160s - a young, honorable man.

A man with a moustache who worked as a driver got down first and opened the back seat door, so I guess the young man is in a higher position.

"Um, this... I kept a record..."

Makoto showed them pictures and videos of the woman with glasses.

The man with the moustache had always been faceless, but the young man nodded happily and again, sometimes with tears as he watched the monitor as he ate in.

"Thanks Yoshida!!

A young man who finished looking at the record came in a sincere embrace.

"Um... I'm glad I could help you"

The young man immediately untied his embrace, placing his hand on Makoto's shoulder and happily opening his mouth.

"It's not where it helps!! Few people are this good!!

"Oh no... luck, just luck"

Then the young man banged Makoto's shoulder.

"Luck is within strength, too!

Saying so and winking lightly, the man smiled a little badly at people.

"Yoshida, you crushed my circle, didn't you? So, you're expelled?

I didn't know what they said for a moment. I was sincere, but I chew his words for a while and understand what they mean.

The other student who created the ingenious system of that circle is this man in front of us.

"Also, sorry!!

At the same time as understanding, Makoto bowed his head deeply.

"Haha, I don't care. It's something I don't need anymore."

In the eyes of Makoto, who raised his fearful face, I could see the face of a man with a grinning grin, especially without looking angry.

"Better than that, I have to reward you for your accomplishments."

"No, I got 20 million..."

"What are you talking about? If you were expelled from college, you'd be anxious for the future, wouldn't you?"

"Uh..."

"So you'll take it from us."

Us, that would be the company or organization to which this man belongs.

I don't know what the hell kind of organization a man can give a 20 million yen pong to just find people belongs to, but it could be a ship across the street for Makoto, who lost his education.

He seems to be grateful to himself for something, and he seems to be trying to make things easier for me.

(After all, maybe I'm getting lucky...)

Makoto lowered his head deeply as his mouth seemed to nibble.

From that day on, he continued his stakeout with a man with a moustache and a young man, and three Makoto.

The moustache man quickly looked up that there was an empty room in the apartment across the street, signed a lease and stuck it in as he awoke.

"hehe...... this stuff is fun sometimes too"

It is expected from the actions and actions taken so far that this young man will be in quite a position in a fairly large organization.

I wondered if such a person could be here for days, but Makoto decided not to pursue it much.

"Ah, I'm here!

I was showing the footage of the camera that captured the apartment entrance on the big screen monitor, but Sincerely noticed the woman with the glasses shown there.

"Yikes!!

The young man leaves the front door in a hurry, followed by the man with the moustache and Makoto.

When Makoto left the condo for the stakeout, a young man had just called out to the glasses woman.

"Sister!!

To the voice of the young man, the glasses woman is vicious! and stopped shaking his body.

And look back slowly.

"Ah... ah... what, so...?

The glasses woman, who would have caught the young man in sight, squeezed the mosquito-like voice out of her eyes open and slightly open trembling mouth.

"Fumi... ya..."