Play with Mad Scientists!

More than thirty years have passed since the outbreak of the Mafia-Yakuza war in Japan. There is also the theory that forty years have already passed.

Yakuza has been approved by the state more than Yakuza. This is because it is responsible for supporting the economy, suppressing and controlling criminals, and serving as a breakwater to stem the flow of criminals from overseas.

No matter what cause there is, or whether there are specific numerical indicators, there are those who rebel against the existence of backstreets. Some people disagree that their existence is being silenced. "Luciferin Dust" is an organization that brings together people who are serious about those anti-backstreets.

Luciferin Dust was a poorly understood organization. The members at the bottom, even the executives, do not have a complete picture of the organization. It is said that there is no leader. There are occasional congresses of top executives, but each of these top executives moves at will to set the policy and head more to the shipyard.

Although the days are still shallow since it was founded, its members and supporters are not far behind. However, it is doubtful how much actual influence there is. I don't see much tangible results that have actually led to the suppression of backstreets. Achievements are scarce.

Hikaruno was an unknown founder of Luciferin Dust. No one within Luciferin Dust knows that he created this organization.

In fact, Kitano is also one of the members of the backstreet center's top executives, the "Thirteen Stairs of Joy." In order to gather people who were dissatisfied with the backstreets and moderately dissipate their resentment, we created an anti-backstreets organization in the position of a backstreets manager in order to monitor and control them.

"Sometimes." The type that answers my questions instantly. If you don't believe in the parallel world, you can easily discard it. Yeah. Clean, boring type. I can tell by that answer, can't I? This is the type that doesn't suit me the best. "

At present, the light field is being restrained. In front of the light field tied to a chair, a skinny man laughs. And she keeps chatting on her own.

"Victims of war. A repressed fraction of the nation. Race problems due to different skin colors. And the LGBT? It is a soil where hatred is easily nurtured. Yeah, it's soil. It's not the dojo that comes out of the pond and does it today."

Kitano knows the attitude of eating people and the name of this man who keeps talking with a thin smile on his face. A dog. He's a brain reduction writer who's supposed to be dead. However, the person was a resident of the backstreets, and he became famous for his presence in the duel between Van Damme and Junko. I also know that he is the founder of the president of Pickled Formalin.

"Hate is an emotion that generates tremendous power." I think it's a strong emotion after curiosity. The third is love, right? "

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Kitano sighs and asks the dog who continues to talk without the veins.

I'm talking about a businessman who manipulates hate.

The doggy's thin laughter disappeared for a moment, and his gaze sharpened to pierce.

“Curiosity, hatred, affection, these strong emotions move people. In addition, these strong emotions can move people. Hatred in particular is used for money and politics. Often used to incite confrontation, Probaganda. Repression and resentment become fertilizers, nurturing the buds of hatred. Cunning instigators -- companies, politicians, ideological groups, influencers -- manipulate them at their own convenience."

Having heard that, Kitano understood what the dog wants to say. I'm referring to exactly what I'm doing.

"Hikaruno-You may have done well." Luciferin Dust, a counter-alley force, was put together, organized, and placed under surveillance. I managed the hatred by making it look like it was inciting. I was watching. I was in business and making pocket money. I think it was working well. But you weren't expecting the likelihood of being turned over to black just like Othello, which was filled with white? Didn't you know that life isn't chess, it's chess? "

Furthermore, I was able to read the dog's intentions by listening to the dialogues he had spoken.

A person behind the light field pushes the needle closer to the neck of the light field. Someone who had Kitano in custody.

No, Kitano suspected that it was a human being. My whole body is black and I am not wearing any clothes. I tried to get close and finally understood a little bit about the ruin of my face. It looks like a boy.

"Okay, here's the problem." Why do you think I exposed myself like this in front of you and explained the situation? There are two possibilities, but the answer is one. ”

"It's not a souvenir of the underworld." It is easy to understand when I say this far. I--uuuu..... "

While Hikaru was answering, a pitch-black boy pierced the needle into his neck.

"What? Is that a brainwashing drug?"

The effect of the medicine quickly appeared, and the field of light that was out of focus looked up at the dog and asked.

"Sounds like it. King... no, it looks like a special medicine made by Mako." A special drug cocktail with an allusion effect. But that won't last. So, Devil, I asked you. "

As instructed by the dog, the pitch-black boy-devil turned in front of the light field, put his hands on the cheeks of the light field, drew his face closer from the front, and looked closely at his eyes.

Even if you don't do this kind of behavior, Devil can control the emotion of the subject, but since he is now a person who is crazy by medicine, he decided that it is better to focus on the other person as much as possible, and he imitated this kind of behavior.

"The lying bastard who was manipulating people from the back became a doll who lost his ego, and changed roles to a position where he could be manipulated. It was conveniently ready. Now, let's see what happens. I'm looking forward to it."

The doggy smiles and talks to Devil.

Devil nods silently. Previously on Devil, he didn't respond to anything, but lately he's been plain, but I'll give him some back. I don't give emotional expression to stones.

Devil feels he enjoys spending time with his dog. Because many of Devil's plans come to mind. It's exciting to hear about dogs.

But Devil had a feeling. Someday, there will be a rift between the dog and the dog, and one of them will kill the other. That's because the dog owners have the same hunch, and they also realize that the other person has the same hunch as themselves.

That's fine, Devil thinks. There is an end to things. Even if you become an over-dead person and a distant being from death, you will not be completely immortal. Death will come sooner or later. Because there is an end to it, Devil decides to find value in the time he has and enjoy it as much as he can.

This is what we talked about yesterday.



The Magic Palace was a famous fortune teller.

Her clients are politicians and bourgeoisie. The family of the Magic Palace Court was a family of astrologers who were incorporated into the political and financial world for generations, and they were the heads of the family.

Many of the powerful and the bourgeoisie come in front of them and hang their heads. Adult men who live many times their lives rely on their own fortunes, hesitating to say "teacher" or "teacher". And it moves according to the word of God. A sight I've seen since I was a child. There was no emotion there.

And here was another face. She was one of the top executives of the backstreet center, one of the thirteen stairs of pleasure. That said, he is a ghost member and is now indifferent to the trends of the organization.

Sometimes a voice could be heard from the true rulers, but I tried not to have a relationship here. It is dangerous to engage with them, because they have been involved in fortune-telling many times.

And today, when an event that would be a watershed for me happened, it was out in the fortune teller.

I sit at home and wait. I don't know how the messenger of destiny will come, but I just wait. I didn't get any work done today.

"It's a gorgeous mansion." I'd like to say that the garden is stunning, but I think the design is popular. Well, you can appreciate the abundance of greenery. "

A man's voice can be heard from just outside the room. Rather than a man's voice, it's a boy's voice.

The barrier is opened. Now I'm sitting down and meditating. She looks like a girl between the ages of sixteen and eighteen.

"You're so majestic." It's like, it's like, we knew we were coming. Kirie doesn't think so? "

"Unlike Zheng Ma, the opponent is a real and brilliant astrologer." That's what I knew from fortune-telling. "

I opened my eyes because I heard a voice. A boy thought to be in his mid teens and a girl thought to be in his early teens looked down at him.

Are you going to divine too?

I asked the trespasser who suddenly appeared in a quiet tone.

"Yeah. I've been working on fortune-telling lately, too." Why? Because I want to avoid all the bad luck in this world by using destiny manipulation while foreseeing fate with fortune-telling. "

Boy - The demonic horse replied with a good look. The girl is Kirisaki Kirie.

You want me to give you guys a snowflake society?

Before Masamori and Kirie could tell us what they wanted to do, they agreed.

"Huh. That's amazing. You knew it. Well then, then, I-"

"It's fine. It's the Magic Palace." Turn your back to the thirteen steps of pleasure and become part of the Snowflake Society. You're about to invade the backstreets of Tea Time on the battlefield. And I've agreed to help. ”

Before Zhengma spoke, he made it seem as if he would not let Zhengma speak by covering him with his words, and now he conveyed his approval.

"Even though I haven't spoken yet, I can decide..."

"Hey, Zheng Ma, be careful." He's got more of a predictive ability than a mind reading technique. "

Kirie told the bitterly smiling political horse. Kiarie has the ability to find supernatural abilities, and she can see the true nature of the abilities of the abilities she saw directly.

"If you see this, can you answer my question right now?" Even though you haven't convinced or solicited us yet, why did you decide to leave it to us? "

What if the backstreet center sees the future defeated by tee time on the battlefield and switches to the winning horse?

Masamori and Kirie continue to ask questions.

"I don't know whether the backstreet center or the tee time on the battlefield will win with my power." The strength of each other's destinies and the strength of their souls feel antagonistic. And whichever way you win, you don't want to lose your life and ride a horse. ”

Answering Ji Lijiang's question first, he turned to Zheng Horse.

“I was pestering my fate. But I knew. The time will come when the great convergence of the frontiers will intertwine my soul and bring me up to salvation. It was in fortune-telling, and it was predictive. And I knew that today would be a division for me, but-"

Slowly he stood up where he had spoken so much.

"My fortunes and predictions are not certain. All I know is that it will be a major change in my destiny. I don't know now if it's going to fall in the right direction or in the wrong direction.”

"It's okay, I guarantee it." Take it in the right direction. Snowflake Society is an organization for that. "

Because it is an organization that only makes the unbridled children who have been selected happy, "Zheng Ma sneakily added in his mouth, and then remembered the words of Ji Lijiang. I think there is a power of the reading mind here.

”Um, um, just now... you know what I've been thinking?”

Yes.

Zheng Ma, who asked upsetly, replied immediately without changing his complexion.

This was two weeks ago.