Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

You are stroked on the surface of your body from the moist heat, and when you inhale, you are heated deep into your nasal cavity. I sat in a dimly lit room with no clothes on.

This is Japan's proud culture and a "super public bath" that we even want to preserve forever. It is also a dreamy place that can withstand 24 hours of operation and heal weary modern people.

It turns into a hangout for those who missed the last train on Saturday morning, but they sleep in the hall and so on, so don't bother us. They are wonderful customers who give money but don't say anything.

"Pufuuuu, it feels so good..."

As it stretches, the sweat accumulated in the clavicle flows through your breasts.

I hate that sweating from exercise is sticky, but I like sweating with sauna. You can't afford a monopoly by yourself.

"Yes, I have to think about this too. I only want to take a bath when the end comes. No matter what the sacrifice."

He leaked such disturbing words and snapped his fingers.

The sacrifice I just said is, "Excuse me, could you get me some water?" I'm sorry, it's for the bath. "Of course, you can do whatever you want after I get in... no, I don't want to be drunk. I don't want to pull anything from this side or from the other side.

It's probably 5: 00 in the morning when the sun isn't up yet, thinking about stupid things like that.

Soon the outside will be bright, and people in society will sing a holiday called Saturday. But we're completely free, so we can monopolize the sauna whenever we want. Wohahaha.

So, why do you want to come at this time? In return for working with the police to exterminate monsters, Nishioka-san gave me a "free ticket to the super public bath" as an apology for wearing all the detergents.

The cheap reward says, "Are you kidding me?" but now I'm completely happy. She is a very cheap woman.

"Over there... let's go outdoors, outdoors"

Murmuring and walking with a pounding sweat. Sunoko is covered with towels and the soles of her feet are very hot. He went outside with a banging footsteps.

In addition, while adding hot air, she goes out in a small, bean-colored, short-length indoor dress. Looking at the goodwill, I realized that the hallway was still dark and it would take a little longer until dawn.

Walking barefoot in a carpet is also a bit fun. The soles of my feet are irritating, and I don't have much chance of walking alone in a dark Japanese-style corridor. I think it's good that there are no people.

Fufu, while enjoying the nose song, you can suck it into a vague and glowing vending machine. The fingertips wandered between milk and coffee milk, and eventually the "bee" echoed.

Goto, are you up?

"Nwah! I'm so frightened!

I was utterly alarmed and almost dropped a bottle of milk.

They don't need a needle to take the lid off a recent bottle of milk, they just need a plastic one. Drink plenty and enjoy the comfort of a cold liquid flowing through your throat.

"Puah, nnhh...! So, why isn't Nishioka-san here? Are the others still at work?

Looking back again, a man in the same outdoor dress rises from the sofa and says, "Dorakoshi." Seeing his sleepy face, he seems to have been asleep until now. I rubbed my eyes after I wobbed. Now that I'm the father of a child, I think it's hard for a detective to have a thinner family service.

He said this with a sleepy face.

"That wasn't enough for the bath, was it? Would you rather have a buffet here or a yakiniku nearby?

"Yakiniku is easy to ask for!

I bowed my head politely.

This is how she looks tall.

The meat on the net is roasting.

I don't use charcoal fires because it's a store that does it in such a morning time. But the smell of burning meat seems really delicious because of the loss of blood.

I'm asking for more levers, but iron is the nutrient that women lack. You don't have to tell me why, do you?

One beer and five wolong teas, please.

Young man, Yuriku-kun, who had a big hole in his hand just now, is placing an order. Not only that, but they also have two seats with adults who have had a good year in the early morning. Yes, the problem is that there are a lot of detectives out there.

"Well, what happened to the report?

"Ah, I had Wakabayashi write it. The park is sealed off, but we'll be waiting for forensics soon. This is too special, so I can't go home until I've finished my report and my on-site verification."

Yeah, that's why I can't drink beer even though it's yakiniku. Zama!

The monster I just saw, I don't use Material Collection. Of course, I want the materials, but if you take them out, they'll collapse, so they'll be in trouble. So forensics people will look at strange objects, and they will definitely bother their heads.

When the cold jocks were ready, Ochan and Nishioka-san coughed and looked around at everyone's faces.

"In the meantime, I think we have achieved as much as we can without injuring anyone in our limited time and information. But there's something unfinished. I think it's going to be tough, but let's have a toast for now. I'm so tired!

Yutori gently scratches off the words "I'm injured," and then pairs the glasses together - hey, I'm good for ordinary people! - I don't want to, I don't know how to do it, I'll tear them all apart.

I'm exhausted, but everyone has a pretty good look and even feels like they're part of the team.

No, it's horrible, being surrounded by detectives and having a beer alone. If you look at my face, it's going to blow up, so can you stop?

"Nhhh! I can't stand the beer from the sauna! Ahh, the lever is delicious!

You look upset, but you can't help it because you're at work, right? It still smells like detergent, so don't rattle on me for a bit of harassment.

Gauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Looking at that, Nishioka-san was holding her mouth for some reason to smile.

"Where is it?

"Kuku, no, I really like Goto's face last night. I remember screaming and panicking....."

"I'm surprised. When I checked the video and audio from the in-vehicle camera, Nishioka-san laughed."

Yuriku-kun will supplement that, but I can only think of "die." I was really scared and almost crying. Some asshole made a stupid operation.

Impossible, like, spraying the monster with detergent and thinking it would work out.

That's right, Boo, the seat next to him - I think he said too thin - lowered his head in an unfortunate way.

"Sorry, Goto. I thought maybe, but he didn't think enough of me. Except for that, it turned out great. I gathered as much evidence as I could, and I was able to show you your weapon."

With that said, I put up wolong tea and smiled at her. I was really worried about that look, and I thought about it for a while.

Ah, maybe... the detergent didn't matter? It wouldn't have worked if it hadn't, and then you wanted to see if my weapon was working? If that's what you were thinking...

"There are people like this. There's only one of them in my brain. But I won't let my Dark Rubble Sword touch a finger."

Pull out your tongue and hide the fishing gear holder standing beside you from sight. It seemed interesting for some reason, and the old people laughed happily.

"You're the best raccoon in the world."

"Nnh, where am I?! At least say fox!

The non-alcoholic people laughed again.

However, I don't hate this noisy atmosphere, so I'll rip my lips and make you look disgusted.

Sometimes, it's not bad. Anyway, they're breaking the bayonet law, and they don't care. No, I know I can't.

But brain muscles still eat. Even though it was still early in the morning, I consumed a pile of meat one after the other, and changed the white rice. Even here, it's free rice, so there's nothing wrong with it. I put it into my belly so that I can't beat the rattles and men.

In the meantime, Nishioka-san in front of me talks to the public.

So, I'd like to ask you earlier, will there be monsters again tonight?

Oh, this is the real deal. It was the same at the police station. He was a troublesome person who had the habit of asking the most important questions when he was distracted.

while reflecting visually linked regional information. Of course, I'm the only one who sees this, and maybe it's projecting something into the retina...? Maybe, maybe. I have no idea what the rationale is.

Seeing the information, I stopped chopsticks perfectly.

"Can I go to the bathroom before I tell you?

He gave me a gesture, so I went into the toilet, and I closed it properly.

Leaving my back to the door, and I exhale a bitter breath so no one can hear me. There was a lot of unpleasant sweat on the face in the mirror in the front.

"... I can't count."

It was a squeezing voice that I had never heard before.

The projected regional map displays several markers and the time of appearance. Last night, despite the warning of the appearance of five bodies, there was a terrible amount of flashing there.

Calm down, count slowly. Follow me from the end in turn.

"… 15, 16… 20, 21"

Count with your fingertips trembling, and just in case, count again from the beginning. Then again, the number was "21".

What is this? What do you mean? Five yesterday, 21 today? I did it till morning. So what happens tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

I realistically imagined a night when monsters went wild, and I remembered that my birdskin had fallen apart.

The monsters have always crushed my hopeful observations, even though I have a connection with the police. Damn, what is this?

That's right. You're giving up everything already? Or should we get them ready as soon as we can?

No, absolutely not. There's no way we can deploy in just one day.

"~ ~ ~! Think, let's start there! If you can't, you can give up!

I told myself that.

Otherwise, it would have been crushed by heavy pressure.

Several ideas have emerged, and they disappear after they have been examined. What if I report placing bombs in 21 locations, producing and distributing Dark Gravel Swords, and so on.

But it is highly likely that the information is false, and there are only two magic stones at the core of the sword. In the first place, it's just an "on-the-spot" stupid plan.

After spending a few minutes like that, my phone vibrated. On that screen is a message saying, "This afternoon, we're going to the motorcycle delivery"... and eventually I'm going to give you one answer.

Evidence from the theory.

That's all I have.

That's what I murmured in the yakiniku toilet.