Before entering Mara Town, a large sign stood on the side of the road. Mara is a lovely animal with slightly longer legs, with the appearance of a mouse and a mackerel. However, only the eye part of the sign is cut off.
"Even though I'm the head of the organization, I can't go out with this kind of work..."
I'm sorry to say that while I'm driving, Fortz.
"It's not just you, I'm going to go to the front line." It doesn't suit your sex to be in the safety zone and telling your subordinates what to do. "
King, who was in the passenger seat, declared with a smile.
"If the Philly List is real, it's not just your problem." It might be a very beneficial harvest for tea time on the battlefield. "
A list of the scandals of many powerful people and millionaires. It's a criminal's hand that threatens to manipulate you as you wish. However, considering its existence seriously, there are a number of questions.
This list is said to be regularly circulated to the world. The people on the list also differ depending on when they are flushed. Whatever the difference between the people on the list, who makes these things and why do they need to be handed over to others without using them?
Are you a person who can't move on your own, or a righteous ally who doesn't want to get their hands dirty, a mere delightful criminal, a person who just wants to make money in a safe zone, or some kind of trap?
"It's a shiketsu town." That's why it's convenient to open a large black market. ”
King mutters as he looks at the town from the inside of the car.
“For some people in the town, the black market, which opens regularly here, seems to be a good source of income.”
"A thief pinging a hone. Those are the worst thieves we can abhor."
King listens to Foltz and pulls his eyebrows together.
"If you get the chance, sell Kip the one-way to hell."
I agree with Foltz.
"Fortz, can't you think of a slightly more thoughtful dialogue?"
"Huh? No... I don't have a sense of taste anyway..." What about King? "
Foltz sharpens his lips after being told by King.
"Hey, are you going to test me against King?" You're being too cocky for your men. I'm going to execute you. "
King laughs as he hugs Fortz's head and squeezes it up.
"I'm in pain. Don't be silly. It's dangerous."
Foltz is in a panic as he gets stuck in the car.
”Does it hurt? Zurui? Tell me your boobs hit your face and it feels good.”
"What if I say that gracefully..."
I thought you were a perverted piece of shit, so maybe I'll hit you with a couple of goozles.
Stay away from Foltz, said King.
After driving for a while, King and Fortz enter one of the buildings and descend the stairs leading to the basement.
Down the stairs, it led to a huge underground square. There are stores everywhere and people are messing around.
"I didn't know there was such a big basement hall in a shiketsu town." You've been doing it for quite some time. "
"Huh, is your sister a newcomer?"
King muttered, and a fat middle-aged man from a nearby store spoke to him.
"Yeah. This is my first time. I mean, old man, what is this..." Awesome anime from a long time ago..... "
King draws a little when he sees people lined up in front of the store. On the surface of a small rectangular flat package, a rather old-fashioned cartoon picture is painted.
"This is called a videotape." It's a recording medium from the last century. And this is a Japanese video tape cartoon, and if you put it out, it's going to be a super excavation. "
"I see. But I'm passing." I came to see if there were any excavations, but do you have any other recommendations besides cartoons? "
"Hahaha, you've come over by the rumors of the Philly List anyway, haven't you? There are more people than usual, and this is the fourth time I've asked the same question.”
Listening to the words of an obese old man, King and Foltz looked at each other.
”Mmm... looks tough.”
A short walk away from the obese elderly clerk, Fortz roars.
"Hahaha, you can clearly say it's troublesome. Now, let's figure out how to find it from within with zero clues."
It's Fortz who thought that King was already starting to think it was troublesome, but there was no way he could speak.
"Even if I'm not smart, I knew that listening was a high probability of ending up in vain." In the first place, it's full of rivals. "
"When you do this, you think from the psychology of others." If there really is a Philly List, it means someone is hunting for treasures. ”
What do you mean?
"It's hard to think that there's no hint. If you have a clue, you need to solve it before you can find it. If it's real, it's just a story."
When King said that...
I'm talking about something interesting, but it's a little loud, isn't it?
A thick-looking woman called out terribly. Although I am not in my twenties when I look at my age, I only know that it is more than thirty years old because of makeup.
"Are you laughing?"
With the look on his woman's face and the way he spoke, King thought so and spoke straightforwardly.
"Oh... that's often said." I'm simply not good at this kind of face and talking. Ahahaha
A woman laughs with a kera kera.
(I don't like it. First impressions are already useless. (It smells of soul)
The laughing face of the woman was an obstacle to King's life.
“My name is Hannah Diaz. I'm a journalist, and you guys are looking for the Philly List, too.”
I don't have any stories to offer, so I'm not asking you to...
A king with a nervous attitude.
"Well, I'm the one without the story." I'm concerned about the focus of the story. I want you to think about it with the feelings of the person who is setting it up. "
"It's a thought that arrives normally. It's not interesting either. If there's any other way or clue, I'll take care of it."
"No, I agree with you, too." So, my goal is to find out if the Philsey List is there and who's behind it. Whether or not to use it is another problem.
King's discomfort grows with Hannah, who speaks in a sloppy voice.
(This is a very frivolous woman. It's a type you shouldn't believe.)
Looking at Hannah, King had an instinctive feeling.
"The black market is based on the premise of selling. Somewhere the product is mixed up.”
Foltz says.
"In that case, it's possible that it's not even on the market." For example, if you have it hidden somewhere or if someone has it and passes on the code, they will give it to you ~ "
"That's too mean." Until now, it has always been through the black market, so it must be listed somewhere after all. "
King denies the possibility of Hannah speaking.
"Stereotypes are dangerous ~"
“It's not like you have a zero likelihood, but you don't have to go through the black market.”
King expresses his thoughts in a troublesome way.
"You're the fourth person I've ever asked about the Philly List."
Hmm?
A familiar voice came into his ear, and King had a strange expression on his face.
(It is the voice of the clerk's father who spoke to me earlier. That's the fifth time, right? Or even more. I told you it was the fourth time.)
With a strange face, I saw a fat middle-aged man in a slightly distant position.
"What's the matter, King?"
Foltz calls out.
"No, that's the fourth time my dad asked me." Look at that guy. "
"When I asked the clerk, they told me it was the third time they asked me about it." It's not that person. "
Listening to Hannah, King flashed.
"Hey, ask him about the Philly List."
Okay, okay, okay.
Ordered by King, Hannah talks to an obese old man.
"There you go again. You're the fourth person I've heard about the Philly List."
An obese old man replied.
"It's decisive. That old man, that's a hint."
King laughs and returns to the obese elderly.
"Hey, how many times do you want to repeat 'the fourth time I asked you a question'?" When asked, did they tell you to answer that? "
"Oh, yeah. And I was told to admit it if anyone noticed it. That's all I've been asked to do."
The obesity order clerk lightly admitted King's allegations.
"What kind of hint would you give me if I knew there was a plan?" What do you mean, a fourth time for everyone? "
Foltz asks a question.
“I think it's just part of the hint. And... the guy who said it was the third time is also suspicious. Take her to him."
"It's over here ~"
Encouraged by King, Hannah guides him.
When Foltz spoke to him and checked, he spoke to him for the third time.
"It seems like you have a lot of similar sellers. Does this number make sense?"
Fortz said, putting his hand on his chin.
"I don't know yet. Let's hear it from one end to the other." I'll ask at least two people to listen to me and see if they say the same number. "
King decided the policy and the three of them listened.
Some people said the same number. Many did not even say the numbers. There were fewer, but there were more and more numbers.
However, there was only one person who spoke of unnatural numbers.
The first time Foltz spoke to him, he said it was the fourth time. Immediately after that, King asked, saying it was the second time, and then Hannah asked, saying it was the eighth time. There is no possibility of fluctuation in numbers.
That's right. Only one of them answers in scattered ways.
King laughs.
I'll talk to the three of you.
King urged all three of them to stand in front of the clerk who said the strange numbers.
"There it is. Tell that man 'twelve eyes' and follow me."
Pointing out that the numbers were strange, the clerk pointed to the guard man along the wall.
Was that the right answer to your question?
Foltz murmured.
When he gave the code to the guard, the guard told him to follow him and began to move.
Open the door that says no one is allowed to enter. There was a staircase leading down from the door.
There was another door at the end of the stairs. Behind the door, it wasn't as big as a black market venue, but it was a hall of space there.
There were eleven men and women hanging out in the hall. Each one was a group of several people.
All of these guys are the ones who solved the tip times.
King understood that this tip was hard to solve by itself, so all of us here might not be alone.
"It's a mystery that I couldn't solve by myself, but I'm glad you guys could join me ~. Finally, I'll see you with that Philly List ~"
Hannah shouted happily.
Two hours have elapsed since I was allowed to pass through the hall. Four more. In total, there were seventeen of them.
There is only one Philsy List. Kill each other if you want. I'll give it to the survivors. The entrance to the door is open. If you don't want to kill each other, go ahead. "
Suddenly, an inorganic voice came from the speaker, and the hall roared.
After the puzzle solving, it's battle royale.
King shows his teeth and laughs.
Fortz, get out of here.
"King alone..."
"I gave you an order." Come on out. Can't you believe I'm here? "
King slowly stroked the confused Foltz's face and ordered it again with a hard voice, before calling out with a gentle voice.
"I-I 'll get out too. When you get the list, show it to me properly." I helped you, too, so come on. "
With that said, Hannah quickly left the room.
"All right."
Nodding anxiously, Foltz also left the room. There were several others who left.
The door closes. Someone stand by.
I hear gunfire. Fortz clenched his fist and prayed for King's resurrection.
Gunshots rang all at once. Gunshots that continue unstoppably. Ten seconds later, however, there were fewer shots fired. It is clear what that means. Ten seconds later, there was an interval of gunfire, and ten seconds later, the gunshot completely stopped.
The door opened and Foltz took out the medical device while relaxing as he saw the king coming out in a fluttering footsteps. King's leg was shot.
"Heh, what I did took two shots." I prevented one with my boobs. I felt it and my nipples were erect
King sits down with a slap in the mouth, stands on the knee of the shot leg, and undergoes Fortz's treatment.
Isn't that right, Philly Wrist?
I have one.
Asked by Hannah, King showed Chip.
"We have to look inside to see if it's real, and we have to hold on to the evidence." The ates you use are blackmail. As a journalist, do you mind if I share your share with just one person? "
Hannah wants proof of the location and authenticity of the Philly List. However, if you reveal or demonstrate all the information in it, it will become something that King and the others can't use.
"There's only one person ~... I got it."
Hannah was disgruntled, but she accepted, thinking it was better than nothing.