Shufu, freed from the police after being handled, was fishing for information online. Rufu is unusual in this day and age and has never used the internet properly. Still, he worked hard to gather information about a certain person.
"Mimi Everyone's... Mimi Everybody's Kaka or Vengeance, Take... Oh, oh, even if it's just love's revenge, why would I ever take it? He did something he shouldn't have done. Yes, I did. At least he'll never forgive you."
In the family "Wombat" located in Candoville, especially in the phase where he ran a killer without even ordering, he snoops into the display projected into the air, searching the internet with all his heart, whining about that with the bumps.
The clerks could only look at it in a far-flung manner. The clothes had blood on them, and it was obvious, no matter what you might think, that they were residents of the back streets.
In the backstreet protest, some parts of the organization still don't think they have a choice to be killed. This one's killing many other people, too. There is no way to retaliate.
But there is no reason for love to be killed.
Just the misfortune of being there. Until then if she told me it was bad to live and work in the organization behind her, etc., but she had no other place to go. Only the death of love is decidedly unconvincing. Cursed fate, hated the Moon, and Shufu desperately fished for information online.
Eventually, Shufu was able to compile some confusing information.
Earlier, when I was about to be killed by Mutsuki, my husband also knew who had been disturbing me.
Makoto Aizawa, an awesome killer feared by the street name of Junko Yukioka's murder doll. As its name suggests, it is rumored to be a biological weapon modified by Mad Scientist Junko Suzuoka. In fact, as both Mutsuki had a good battle, it appeared in the eyes of Shufu.
Then he asked Junko Yukioka himself, and thought that if he had enough power to beat Mutsuki, he would be able to avenge him.
Shufu, who found Junko Suzuoka's site, immediately emailed her. All you have to do is wait for an email response.
"I've dealt with many of your mice before, but they're superb."
True, returning to the Snow Oka Institute, reported the battle with Mutsuki to Junko in detail.
"Somehow a fragment of my head that blew up with a shotgun flipped in the air before it fell to the ground, and it was back to normal. It was like watching time unwind. And in a second or so."
"I can't believe we were evolving that far. Good thing...... no, you've taken the form of betraying expectations in a good way. Yeah, I'm interested. So, Makoto, don't kill her and bring her here alive."
After hearing the true report, Junko has said that with a happy face.
"The center tells you to kill him."
"Mm-hmm. I don't know if you shut up about that. I'm fine. It's a waste of time to kill without observation, without research, without autopsy."
Truly, Junko gives it back with an uncontrolled smile.
"If the center tells you to hand over the body to the evidence, what are you going to do?"
"Then we'll have a little bit and a fake corpse, and we'll just have to give it away. Yikes. Well, that's nice to meet you."
"I don't care if you say hello, it's hard with my gear right now. The gun was confiscated by the police."
Normal pistol knives would not have had to be seized, but firearms, such as shotguns and submachine guns, are heavily regulated by the centre in terms of both manufacture and import. I'm afraid of winding up on the street. Naturally, the police can't overlook that either.
"I've just been taken before, and I think it'll take a while before I buy a new one."
"Then you want me to face such a monster with a pistol? As far as that unusual regeneration is concerned, the solution doesn't seem to work either."
"Right. If the regenerative power has evolved so far, I don't think it will work based on previous patterns. Dangerous poisons, cells and blood will drain you."
Truth is, I've been handling a bunch of runaway mice. For the regenerative immortal type of mice, it was common to employ a drug that caused rapid cell killing and lysis that rendered the cell's regenerative capacity powerless, a solution of meat, but some mice evolved to such an extent that it did not even work.
The only way to kill those opponents is to keep doing damage anyway. I was taught by Junko that there could be no such thing as complete immortality.
The regeneration of the destroyed flesh will require energy commensurate with it. If the flesh continues to destroy as many times as it wants to regenerate, the power it needs to regenerate will sooner or later run out. Junko said that regeneration at a rapid rate without sleep was too much of an impossibility as an organism.
"Don't you have any good weapons?
"Wait a minute."
Junko leaves the room. Truth dictates that he must have gone to the arsenal to check on some weapons. Much of what's in the arsenal are Junko's inventions, and there are many weapons that don't make sense even if they're true, so it's quick to get Junko to look at them.
After a while Junko returns with various weapons in both hands. Most of them look painfully and don't know what kind of weapon they are.
"This must be a small flamethrower."
Take something like a firearm connected by a pet bottle and a hose and ask the truth.
"Yeah, because it's small and has limited fuel, it won't be available any time soon, but it's an advantage to be compact."
"Either flinch them at the same time as damage them, or use them for todome, can't you do the upset? Well, depending on how you use it."
"I recently made this new weapon for immortal type mice that can't get through the meat solution."
and Junko offers one grenade-like cylinder with a color scheme of water and blue.
"Freeze grenade, condensed and permanently stored in a container completely insulated by Shizuno Liu Witchcraft's simple spatial shut-off formula, with an ultra-low temperature of nearly 180 degrees. Finally, a frozen bomb. As soon as I touch the heat of the outside air, the cold air disappears, so it's hard to use this again."
"Let me try it again later. Before that, is there a guarantee that the immortal mouse, which also deactivates the solution, will pass?
"We can't have perfect coverage. Immortalized children, even if cut or shattered, quickly regenerate, but when the cells are dissolved, it is difficult to regenerate, so the countermeasure of meat solution was effective. A way to kill cells even more intensely than that is low or high temperatures. Of course, this may not be certain either. Like a wasp, it's in radiation - and it's absolutely zero - and it's a life-sustaining organism."
True is convinced that these two weapons are for that matter.
"And I expect a thermal expansion effect, and I have a hand in continuing to use those two. The difficulty is that it's hard to handle both of them."
"I guess it's the order of freezing them first and burning them later. At a time when one is a bomb. By the way..."
True, who was blinding himself to the weapon offered by Junko, turns his gaze to Junko.
"He was confused about fighting me."
"Isn't it because you helped me? I think it's a shock that the benefactor of life is coming to take his life this time."
"It was Snow Oka who actually helped. Then you can modify it into a mouse."
"That's because that's what she wanted. I'm basically something that only people who want or are selling their lives away, or who are relative to me, don't do to the experimental bench"
"As a result, he's gonna be a killer, a killer, and you deserve this?"
"True, are you lost too? I mean, don't you like to kill me?
Junko sees the true mood to say things as if they were caught in the back teeth.
"It was only a few moments ago, but we were friends here. If you think about his birth, you can also nod that he's going crazy. Nevertheless, if we leave him alone, he will continue to kill people, and even if we refuse, someone else will be ordered to execute him."
The appearance and remarks look cool and dry, and the swastika and truth are transferable personalities. I don't really want people to know about it, but I can't help but fix it in front of Junko. There will be no man in this world who understands the truth more than pure child and tired, and the truth knows it.
"There's one thing that doesn't really fall, but why did Mutsuki's mother suddenly leave Mutsuki alone and write to go to you?
"Hmm, wouldn't it be nice if True were what you imagined right now?
To the true question, Junko returns an ambiguous answer and looks up at the void, making her face look as if she was somehow thinking about it.
"It seems like it was a mistake to leave Yue alone. Looks like my direction is getting pretty different."
"Don't bother putting that line in your mouth like you only know that"
"You know that's my habit, right? Besides, you've got a pretty good idea of what kind of muscle writing it is, right?
Junko smiles looking at the true one.
"Sort of. I want you to put on the end of it. Because that must be the root of all evil."
I really knew this guy would do it at the point he was putting it in his mouth, even if he didn't say so. Still, I try to convey my intentions, I push.
Harumi is in a sweeping vacation, and three years are about to pass. The last three years have been an irresistibly intense time in the life of the Good Moon.
"The motive of the killer was to get revenge on the society that had spared him because he had been spared from society."
Reflectively, Mutsuki had turned off the TV. It was a story about a passerby caught the other day.
Takuya and Manami meet the gaze of Mutsuki. I'm turning a pitiful gaze. Probably on this occasion, Chang Man, Hero and Tazawa would react similarly, Mutsuki judged without looking at the three of them, and nodded with a feeling of bad butt in his actions.
"We're happy people."
Tazawa, who plays poker with Chang Man, said as he shuffled the card.
"This is how we have a place."
"Well, yeah. If you don't care about the cards handed out, you'll be allowed to change them. That's why I changed."
Replace the three cards handed out, while also agreeing to do so.
"Sometimes life doesn't work in exchange. Or occasions when they can't be replaced."
A hero sitting alone away says in a nihil tone.
"But Mutsuki. You've already been replaced, so I'm sure everyone thinks you won't get sick."
"Is that it? Heroes, you're unusual and sweet."
Mutsuki smiles and sees the hero. When the hero gazed at Mutual Moon, he was constantly gazing at Mutual Moon with a calm expression sometime.
(Something, this guy's weird)
It was after I showed my ugliness, too, but the harmonious moon was clearly uncomfortable with the words and expressions of the hero. Usually heroes catch on to the Rapprochement Moon as soon as they have something, and they are more often negative.
Mutsuki didn't hate heroes, but I guess heroes don't like themselves very much, I was receiving. Because he is killing people on the street at random, he can't help being offended, and Mutsuki is also giving up.
Such a hero makes a statement as if to comfort the Moon as other members do. To be honest, from the Rapprochement Moon, there was also a part of me that was more thankful to have one person to blame for me.
"A hero who usually blames the Moon for just being here suddenly gets sweet for some reason - I mean, that's it. Yeah. Don't flag death."
"What makes a death flag, stupid"
At Tazawa's light mouth, the hero threw up and stood up looking bored, leaving the room.
(No way...)
An idea crossed the back of Mutsuki's brain, but he immediately dismisses it. Only for heroes, there's nothing like running ahead.
"Uh, six straight defeats or something."
Chang Man makes a pitiful voice.
"Sometimes you can't change your life. Aha."
Mutsuki groaning in self-derision.
"Work. I need you two to go out.
Shortly after Mutsuki mutters, Kato walks in the room and speaks up.
"I'm going with Manami. I left a message the other day."
Takuya gives her name and Manami snorts too.
"So... Grr!
Opening his mouth, Kato suddenly leaked a bitter groan and held his mouth down. Everyone on the spot understood what that meant.
From between Kato's pressed hands, blood drips off. The indoor air becomes even heavier than earlier.
"Huh, you've shown me something ugly again. Then please, Takuya, Manami."
He spilled a bitter laugh as he wiped the blood from his mouth, and Kato left the room.
"Is it bad again?
Tazawa asks, seeing Kato bleed for the first time since returning home.
"I don't know if it's been six months. But I'm telling you I'm never going to be hospitalized."
Manami answered with a sinking face.
"I don't know if I'm going to die fighting at the end of the day. Is it better for a legendary killer?"
In the dark atmosphere, only Tazawa had a bright voice.
"We all had to be picked up by the boss. Ah, we could have been like the guy on TV earlier. I'm sorry to say this, but the boss is like all of us."
Chang Man while turning the newly handed out cards.
"Then I guess Tazawa-san feels like his eldest son and Mutsuki his youngest."
Manami says strangely.
"Well, am I younger than Manami or Takuya?"
Mutsuki also says with a laugh on her face. I don't know my age, Mutsuki, but I thought he was about the same age as Manami and Takuya.
"The boss's still about eighty, right? It's too soon..."
Chang Man exhales a heavy sigh. With health care developed and, in addition, the health boom defaulting in recent decades, the average life expectancy of Japanese in this era exceeds 100 years.
"If you've lived in an outlawed world, you've lived for quite a while. Well, a legendary killer on a global scale might end up dead sick."
And, Tazawa.
"Aha. That being said, if you fight and die, that job will be a failure. I knew I had to get the old body to hang out on the tatami."
Mutsuki joked and said, they were all followed and spilled a laugh.