Play with Mad Scientists!

Many of the crimes committed in the back streets are businesses tolerated by meditating on one eye. The society behind this country is well managed.

Its existence is somewhat tolerated because of its contribution in industrial terms and the aspect of reduced crime rates on the face of it by the segregation and management of persons with criminal attributes.

Because without the frame of the back street, those who live there are also in danger of falling out of the taga of managing invisible areas of isolation and running to more invisible and heinous crimes.

It is a fact that everyone knows in this day and age. But from the general society - the so-called nominal dwellers - the perception that the existence of the back streets was a distant world completely different from where we are. In the same city, even though it exists right next door.

Into the darkness right next to it, the two men, ten nights and a shake, were about to step in.

There is also the effect of shaking, but in fact, I was quite interested in the back streets at ten nights. I've often seen backstreet sites and bulletin boards online for a long time. Ten nights among them were particularly attracted by the rumors of the Yukooka Institute that it would grant extraordinary powers to make wishes, but I had long forgotten its existence.

"Right here. upstairs here."

It was a four-story miscellaneous building that the shake brought in ten nights. Thin dirty building that was built decades ago and, in the meantime, doesn't seem to have been renovated in any way. Concrete also shows all sorts of cracks.

Signs appeared on the third and fourth floors, each like a brothel. I honestly was hesitant to go in for ten nights, even if I just saw it.

But there is no hesitation to that extent, and he enters with dignity. Ten nights follows.

"Oh, you've come a long way."

The moment they stood in front of the upstairs door, as if they had fully sensed this visit, the badly erected door opened with a deafening sound, and a skinny man appeared from inside and greeted them lovingly.

"Yumtsuka Ko and Shibuya Ten Nights? You're young. Yeah. Not uncommon, though."

The man looked popular in places like the late thirties and early forties. Doesn't matter what you think. Doesn't look like a backstreet resident. Old man like everywhere.

"I've been through this before I got here, so it's okay"

Watching ten nights of anxious faces, whispering in my ear. I've heard that earlier, but still I can't tell you not to be anxious.

We're going to live here as Dark Residents. I imagine what kind of days life is waiting for.

"Well, I need you to work fast, okay? First, a copy of the document. Then I'll go around the information site that specializes in back streets, pick up the information I need and ask them to edit it. Yeah, I'm gonna have to introduce you to information organizations and freelance informants. Cleaning the office, of course. I'll get you some tea."

Ten nights sneaked a sigh into the words of the man who sat on the couch and sneered and told him.

Come to think of it, I find it oddly convincing and at the same time appealing that in every world it would be treated like this at first. Until then, the fantasy I had in mind blows away beautifully and refreshingly.

"No, no, no, I don't like that. combatant hope. This is a doomsday organization, isn't it?

But shaking is not afraid at all, and complains of dissatisfaction and request without flinching. The man smiles strangely at that so magnificent thing.

"You know what? What do you think I live in the back street for? It's for a living. We're not so different than the salesmen on the street."

Hearing the man's words, the shake gave him a rare, distracted look, but soon turned into something sinister.

"Oh, it's a pattern every time. A kid like you is trying to get into the backstreet organization by mistake. [M] Did you even admire the picaresques and gangsters in the movies? Did you even imagine a noir fighting every night and shooting at each other? Well, there's a fight going on around here. Do you want to turn away from boring reality and get drunk on yourself living in an outlaw world? Unfortunately, it's boring and tough real here. I'm just like you. At first, I fell in the back streets with a lot of emotion."

The man spoke gently to teach, but denies all the dreams of shaking admired in the back streets. The shaking disappointment beside me came through painfully ten nights.

"That's more fruitful than the front line, and it's crappy and irritating, but it's more in peacetime. He said he couldn't have done it otherwise. Are you disillusioned? This is the truth of the back street. We are a doomsday shop, so it's worse than other backyard operations. Oh, of course I can't let you guys do that all of a sudden, can I?

Ten nights peeking into the shaky face next door. With an anger that rarely appears, it is in the tide. He was staring at the man, as if to see even his parents' revenge.

The wrath of shaking contaminated even ten nights. I wondered how far reality is crappy and boring and what I don't think it is. The remorse of shaking was also the remorse of ten nights.

"But on the other hand, there is a way of life that you want. If you become a freelance starter, you won't have to starve for stimulation. But, you know, only a fairly capable man can do that. Do you guys have that power?

"Okay. Thank you for your advice. Excuse me."

When he says so quickly, he drips his head gently and the shake goes out to the surface in rough footsteps. I even met a man ten nights later and followed him.

"Haha, you suddenly sneered. Hahaha, damn it -"

Shake was laughing in his usual tone, but his eyes weren't laughing.

"I'm not kidding. I don't want to go in the back to do chores. Ha, it's superior. He's right. We'll give him boobs, whether he's a doorman or a killer."

"No... can you do that?

Ten nights asks worryingly to the wobble proclaiming with an invincible look.

"If you look into it, some of them are teenagers, bosses of tissue and killers of great skill. Even Senior Aizawa treats me like a leading killer in the back street. Well, there's no turning back. I owed you money to buy guns, introduce you to your current organization, and spend money on worse things. I need to be a backstreet dweller and make a lot of money."

"Debt... you lend me a lot"

Perhaps that's also a backstreet financier, I guess ten nights. But I wonder if I would lend that kind of money to a middle school student. Plus, I'm worried about worse things.

"Oh, this is what I've collateralized."

Shake to open the holographic display in the air. I peered into the screen floating in the universe and looked up to the sky at ten nights. What was open was an organ-trafficking tissue site named 'Safe Incision'.

"If you don't return it within three months, I'll be demolished and sold clean and refreshing to the heart, liver, bone marrow, skin, eyeballs, hair. So, good luck."

"Hey... why..."

Ten nights of silence in the middle of words to a blatant smile and talking shake. I was going to know that shaking was a unscrupulous, unscrupulous character without thinking about it later, but this is nevertheless beyond its limits.

"Why didn't you talk to me before you did this!

"Consultation? It's my decision, and you don't have to. Have I ever talked to you once in the first place? Yeah, so you can't blame me for that."

I was unilaterally jerked off with a smile on my face and nodded for ten nights. Sure, it always was. Just keep up with what you decided to shake. Just hang out with the wanting play. That's been the case for eight years.

But - that's where I came up with ten nights. There's a way you might be able to save the shake.

"So, what exactly are we going to do? No... the plan that you can do something about is stand up properly?

Ten nights eating with a challenging eye and tone. From shaking, it was the first time the Ten Nights had seen themselves like this.

We've never had one fight before. Ten nights without initiative have always been just following me, and I've never been as bitten as I am now.

I was confused for a moment, but I saw that somehow ten nights had made up my mind, and as a shake, I remembered the joy.

"I've been trying to think about it because I don't have it, but your condition, do you have any good ideas?

"How do you think Senior Aizawa succeeded as a killer and became famous even in the back streets?

It was a shake I asked slightly, but the grin disappeared when I heard the words of the ten nights I inquired without putting my hair down.

A sensible shake made me realize what the Ten Nights were trying to say.

"You know the rumors about the Snow Oka Institute, right?

That was a rumor that ten nights had once attracted.

A famous rumor as an urban legend on the net. Rumor has it that a modified surgery subordinate to his needs will be performed in exchange for naming Junko Yukioka, a living legend on the back street, as a material for human experiments.

Some of them made their wishes, while others failed and died suddenly during the experimental phase.

"I'm talking about a lot of people who got power and fame in the back streets who went through the Snow Oka Institute. Senior Aizawa would be one of them."

"But, hey, you traded your contract for" I'm not complaining about you dying, "and you're the only one who survived. It's good to have the power, but it's luck."

A shake that turns a cold eye at ten nights and shows a difficult color.

"I, you know, gambling like that is the kind of thing you want to avoid as much as possible. I just want to make sure it's the last time I'm really going to have to leave it to my luck."

A lavish shake, but this was seen as a substitute that did not fit the shaking doctrine. Fate is the type that cuts open with its own hands and considers all the bad consequences to be its own responsibility as well. Therefore, there is a tremendous rebellion in entrusting fate to something like this.

"But if you're bringing it, shaking will kill you. Isn't it enough to use your organs as collateral to create debt? Then I'll hit the beat too. I'll be the experimental bench."

Ten nights proclaiming with determination. It couldn't have been ten nights before, it's a bold statement.

Always the shaking dominated the movement, and the ten nights only followed it. Even this story about falling into the back streets. Life-changing choices are also made in a way that invites you to shake, and the shake is running to a place where you can't turn back on your own.

"I don't like to let you cross dangerous bridges just to shake. I've decided to do it for both of us, so I'm risking my life."

But I wanted to assume for ten nights that it was a decision of my own free will, even in the form of being drawn to the shake. I don't want to just follow the shake anymore when this happens.

"That old man said he wanted to get drunk on himself or something, but he was ready enough to pay for his life, and he wouldn't get drunk on himself or anything. At least that's what happened to the shake. I'll be equal, too."

"Okay..."

Over the course of many years of dating, for the first time I made a clear statement of intent ten nights, Shaking responded with a face that for some reason didn't float badly, grumbling.

Ten nights suffered from understanding, wondering what the hell this reaction was. I even wonder if you've always wanted me to just follow my form.

If you want, I wanted ten nights to be a little more happy with the shake. Yet this unfloating attitude of shaking was dissatisfactory from ten nights.

On the other hand, the thought of shaking is simple.

I don't want it to be ten nights, like a beating for my life. It's just that.

But after inviting him to a dangerous world and revealing the circumstances of his life, he set himself on fire ten nights later. As a result, I could not object, and the shaking was in a complicated mood.

"Mad scientist Junko Suzuoka? I'm looking forward to seeing the legendary Mr. Aizawa soon rather than you."

Makoto Aizawa is an admirer. I always mentioned it on the subject in front of the ten nights, and I followed its activity on backstreet related sites.

"In the meantime, I'll get in touch and apologize. I'm talking about how easy it is to get in touch with the official website of the Snow Oka Institute."

Ten nights projecting holographic displays into the air, in a slightly tense tone.

I have left everything to shake until now, and I just follow the shake, so I cower that I will have to move from myself. Ten nights was disgusting to me for being such a coward.