The day after Candoville and its environs were destroyed by missiles.
The facade exploded after failing to process the unexploded ordnance.Looking at the ruins of the building destruction, wild horses are rushing around Candoville.
Junko was talking on the phone with Vandam as he watched the scene from afar.
I mean, did Mr. Smith get into the missile of his own volition?
"Yes, there was something that changed his mind a lot."
Vandam told us what he knew without covering it up.And I said what I thought.
When sinners sincerely confront their sins, sinners seem frustrated by unimaginable suffering.But Smith was prepared and refreshed after a short period of time. "
"So did Detective Panda.I know a lot of other things.I've seen a lot of such cases.But I don't know.I can only tell by reason. I can't understand it with emotion.And Vandam, right? "
Because idiots don't heal until they die.And we're both idiots. "
With an ironic laugh, Vandam says.
(Well, I feel guilty only for close people.Like Makoto-san, who got involved in this case)
It is an unusual emotion for Junko.
"By the way, why did you make missile depression the rule?You can hardly kill me in that game.I always thought it would be a game that would definitely kill me. "
"I can't. I can't figure out a way to kill you for sure.Therefore, we have made harassment and victorious games so that we can gain an advantage in the battle.It was a struggle.
"From my point of view, it seemed like a rather irrational game."
"But still, you would have prevented five out of six."
Vandam was honest in his praise and amazement for Junko.
And making this a game that ensures either death or death means that you will decide how to kill you.And they're supposed to put that in place. Isn't that right?
I see.
Junko smiles at Vandam's confirmation.
"The final battle is not ready for the best.Oh, did Kate call you? "
Yes, I do. Have you yet to announce the rules?
I can't wait any longer.
Junko's game wasn't ready yet.The best preparations are being made by dogs and Mizuho, not Junko, but Vandam doesn't know that.
"I don't know what it was like to shoot a missile, but I think so.A game is one in which players have to enjoy both.That's why I'm sure the game I chose is more fun than shooting a missile. "
Well, I'm looking forward to it now.
In response to Junko's pleasant tone, Vandam hung up on him with a cold gesture that he didn't seem to enjoy at all.
"I'm not the originator of the game.I just chose to be worthy of my last battle with Vandam. "
Junko put it in his mouth and added, knowing that it would not reach Vandam's ears.
In the afternoon, Junko, Makoto, Midori, Tiredness, Senna, and perseverance visited Bast with dust.
"Only four brain mad scientists and Blue Night have already been kept by Jiro Hot, and we'll be looking after you in the bust for a while."
Yujiro Yukioka, the director, and Junko smiled in front of the white whites of the biomagic girl.
"I'm taking care of the five of them, and I don't mind staying with you forever."
Hot Jiro also replied with a smile.
"What are you going to do now? You'll always be at Hot Jiro Oni-chan's place?"
Don't make me look worried.
"Yeah, yeah, that's good.We all moved here ~ "
While stroking his head like that, he raised a voice that seemed to cheer him up.
"Hmm... I'm going to be in trouble for a while, but I'll build my own lab again."
"Er, you just have to stay here forever ~"
After listening to Junko's policy, the caller raised his dissatisfied voice.
"It's a bad access place."
The moment True muttered casually, the hot Jiro and the scallops solidified.Junko, tiredness and perseverance look at the truth as stupidity.Midori is astonished at her face as much as she can.
"Fuwow... true brother... don't say that clearly.Read the delicate book again ~ "
"I used to frequent Baste and Yukioka Laboratories with bad access dust....."
Midori is careful of the truth.Hot Jiro's expression was blatant.
"Yah, hot Jiro. You can hit my real brother!"
Right, let's hit it.
"I'm sorry...."
When Midori urged him, he turned around and hit his head a little harder, truly apologizing honestly.
"Can you beat Vandam?I didn't think Junko-san would lose. "
I said with a difficult face.
"In the first place, Vandam's missile game was an irrational substitute and an impossible task.Normally, you can't shoot a missile that doesn't appear on the radar and lose if you don't prevent it.Even if I just prevented it five times, I think I did a good job, and no matter how cheap a game I play from here, Vandam can't complain? "
True said while stopping the beating hot Jiro's hand.
"The rules themselves will be fair.It's not a one-sided match like Mr. Vandam's, it's a decent one.It's not the game I thought about. "
Junko smiles deeply. At a time when the rules were deliberately predicated on fairness, I wondered whether there might be elements that would prevail somewhere other than the rules.
Tamamura, a confectionery shop that collapsed and turned into debris.In front of the wreckage of the shop, the owner's Tamamura ring falls into dusk.
(Ah... I wonder if this is the foot of the chair I've always been sitting on.This is... the mushroom octopus battlefield at the entrance...)
Kneel in front of the wreckage, slowly dig it up, and the ring smiles.
"Mr. Huan... I'm sorry..."
Junko comes next to the ring and bows his head with an apology.
"Even Junko will fail, so there's nothing you can do.Vandam was better than you.That's a real threat. "
The crouched ring exhales loudly.
"If Junko loses again in the next battle, we won't be angry either.Well, I let go of the missiles in the city, so I'll take care of anything.That's what he did. "
"I'm sorry...."
"You're the one who came to apologize."
Junko just repeats the same dialogue.The ring stood up with a smile.
It was a store full of memories of Junko-chan.
"Yes, since I called you Huan."
They have known each other for decades.The two met when Ring was still a teenager.
"When I was president, when I was a killer..."
A nostalgic ring. The ring was closer to Junko at the time and acted well together.
"Ah... Mr. Huan's shop..."
There comes a red-haired woman with waves, looking at the rubble pile and moaning at the shop.
"Sister, it's been a long time."
The ring smiles at the woman who comes - the head of the world's seven subterranean organization "Job's Rewards", commonly known as Sister.
"As you can see. Memories with Sisters are like this."
The ring that comes here and breathes heavily several times.
Let's rebuild it again ~
"Well, if you're going to rebuild it, I'll give you the money...."
The sister encouraged her and Junko offered her a treat.
"Yes... I'm sorry about the broken shop, but I still want to be a sweet shop."
Ring said with a little hesitation to make a laugh.
The bowman and Takahiko called a taxi to the airport.Missile Smith is dead, so there's no reason to be in Japan anymore.
"I'm in a hurry. Are you leaving Japan already?"
Junko came to see me off.There is a true one next door.
"I knew it would be easy to get involved with Junko. Yeah."
"That's right....."
Junko laughs bitterly at the bowman who smiles and speaks freely and clearly.
"Whatever it is, there is a part of Japan where water doesn't suit me anymore.It's an easy place to live, but it's no good. It's not enough. "
Takahiko shrugged his shoulders.
(I've been on the battlefield for over six months, but I didn't feel that way.)
I think it's true. People are everywhere.
"So please don't call me anymore. Yes."
Yeah, as much as possible ~
Junko indicated to the bowman who stabbed the nail with a smile that he was willing to call if anything happened again.