Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

"Ladies and gentlemen! To protect Japan from the hands of monsters, give this Hiroshi Higashido a clean vote!

"The Todo family has a duty to protect Japan! Thanks for your support!!

Jingzhi's father, Shosan, had put his arms around him watching television, tilting his neck with a bitter expression.

"What's going on, what the hell?

Beyond the monitor, Shosan was just baffled by the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Dondo, who spoke very seriously about things that would make her suspicious of her sanity.

It's not so uncommon that Higashido's parents and children were taken to different worlds of forests and disappeared from Japan only for about a day and a half, and that's how many politicians with many secrets get rid of themselves.

If you are firmly accredited by the opposition to work out election measures yet, I knew that it was almost a matter of decision for Hiroshi to come off accreditation and that as a party he was also out of touch with him, but I didn't attach importance to that.

And back in Japan, Todo and his wife began to talk about what they had experienced in the woods using all the connections they could have, and what they assumed would strike Japan in the future - the threat.

"Really, I don't know what's going on"

Next to her husband Shozo, Shizuko uttered a bewildered and pitiful grunt.

"Well, I appreciate the calm around us..."

A few days after the media began to convey funny and strange the distractions of Mr. and Mrs. Higashido.

Shosan was wary that media officials might push to Yasushi, the couple's relatives, and to their own, but there were no such signs at all.

"No, even when I went to the hospital yesterday, things were kind of weird."

Until a while ago, doctors and nurses who insisted on making up with Mr. and Mrs. Higashido didn't touch anything about it.

"If you ask me, it's the other way around that nothing happened."

Still not at an alarming stage, the couple gave a slightly more rugged look and moved their gaze almost simultaneously, wondering if we could assume that the matter of the recent suspension here had been resolved.

There was a figure of our own daughter, who leaves herself in the reclining chair and nags.

Mr. and Mrs. Tsukami relaxed their expressions to the appearance of Yasue, who sleeps with a more serene expression than is often seen here lately.

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Tatsuyuki Tagomi is a freelance lupo writer.

If you have a story, deal with it regardless of the genre and contribute it to a business partner you are gratefully committed to.

Now that digital news sponsorship fees have surpassed paper medium sales, the information was speedy was life.

How to give out information quickly and increase the number of visits.

In digital news, where the preview count of online ads dictates revenue, accuracy is secondary.

"Hirosaki Higashido, the eldest son who became a man of the hour, is the wife of Yoichi who lives in oblivion? I don't know why anyone would look at me."

I was interested in the distractions of Mr. and Mrs. Higashido, and when I started washing their information from it and reached Yasue, I honestly thought I was late.

But none of the news sites reported on her or Yoichi, who died in an accident the other day.

Tagomi was taking a taxi to Yasue's house, leaping back wondering if it was an out-of-the-box spot.

"Hmm...? When did this site shut down?

While on the move, Tagomi was also touring a number of summary sites - blog sites that compiled information on anonymous bulletin boards - to gather information.

The information not on the news site was also flowing to anonymous bulletin boards and SNS, so I put it together on the terminal at hand, but the site I visited about half an hour ago was closed, and even the cache was gone.

"Hey, what's going on?

Tanaka further confirmed that a number of summary sites previously used for the information sources have been house-lined and closed.

"But if the original bulletin board..."

I thought so and visited a massive anonymous bulletin board, but all the information about Yoichi and Yasue had disappeared from there as well.

Furthermore, from above the SNS, information suggesting a connection between Mr. and Mrs. Higashido and Yasue was deleted, and several accounts had been frozen or deleted.

"Mm-hmm. Is that a message?... Wait a minute. What the hell!?

Several messages continued to be sent to Tanaka's SNS account.

They were related to news sites and magazines that were being cordial.

"We don't get any news about Higashido Yasushie and his family."

Although there are some differences, in summary, it was just a message with that content.

"Well, but as much as it's a news site... um, another message... what the hell?

The message was accompanied by a text file.

When I opened the file, Tagomi's own half life was spelled out there.

It was as simple as a celebrity biography, in a web dictionary.

"What the hell, this..."

But there it was written something other than his background and the facts he experienced.

It even said, for example, what he thought when he entered high school, when he first had a lover, when he failed to get a job, when such an impressive event happened.

A mood I never told anyone, or even a memory I'd forgotten in person.

If you notice, Tagomi's hand with his smartphone was unconsciously shaking.

"Sir, can I have this place?

To the taxi driver's voice, Tagomi raised Gabba's face.

"Um, are you okay?

"Oh, oh, I'm fine. I'm fine..."

"Huh. So, can I have this place?

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, but will you go back to the station?

Speed is more important to the Lupo Writer than accuracy.

But above all, it is your safety.

"That's right... There's no way anyone's wearing such a delicious story. Oh, yeah, driver."

"Yes?"

"Have you heard anything interesting lately? I don't care about rumors or anything."

He doesn't need it, such as a journalistic soul that puts itself in danger and then goes after information.

After deleting Yoichi and Yasue's information stored on the terminal, Tanaka began to look for new stories.

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Yangichi was visiting Yangtze's house when Todo and his wife's distracted reporting had settled down a little.

Yasuichi and his mother Mitsuko were out, and Yaichi, who was put through to the living room, was chatting, sipping the coffee Shosan had brewed for him.

From the audio on the TV that was playing instead of BGM, I can hear Futodo Hiroshi's next name.

"Hey, you didn't do something about this, did you?

"No way."

Yaichi, who confirmed from a little chat that there had been no major problems with Yasue and the others, returned when he tried to get his hips up that it was time to go home, the two of them who were out.

"Oh, there's Fujido."

"Ah..."

Yangichi's face was admitted, but Yasuko greeted him casually, but Yasue's expression appeared uncomfortable and hardened.

"I'm grandpa. But I thought it was time to spare you..."

"Really? Slow down a little bit."

Yasuichi, who had such an irresistible interaction with Tatsuko, walked up to Yasuichi.

"The other day, I'm sorry"

That's what Yasue said and bowed his head.

"Even though I was disturbed, I, terrible to you..."

At the first meeting, Yasue, who was asked about her husband's will, stuffed to Yangichi.

I wondered why my own husband, not Yaichi, had died.

She must have regretted it.

"You don't have to worry about it. Me too, it was a little bad timing or should have read some more air..."

"I'm sorry...... And I want to thank him in advance for telling me what he said."

Yasue, who said so and raised her head, smiled at her mouth.

"There is - uhh...!

But before I finish, Yasushi's face distorts into agony.

"Hey, Yasue?

"Hey Yasue!?

"What's going on?

"Mm, it's okay...... Uh-oh!

He was Yasushi, who tried to raise his mouth angle to reassure his worried parents, but that didn't go away, and he knelt down with a short scream.

The parents rush over to their daughter and support her body.

"Ahhh!

Yasushi, who entered the scene, held down his big belly and screamed even louder.

And not so much, her clothes twitched and wet from around her groin.

"No way... did you break the water?

"You! Get a towel!

Yaichi stared at her agonizing daughter and her hurried parents.

"... could suck"

And that twinkle that leaked out of Yaichi's mouth didn't reach anyone on the spot who should be fortunate to say.