Play with Mad Scientists!

When I noticed, I was left naked on the operating table and in a condition where I had finished treatment other than my right eye.

Due to the anaesthetized condition around the right eye, it could only be recognized as truly in the process of healing the right eye, but the injured eyeball has been removed and the eye hole has been torn open with an eye opener and placed in a fixed state.

"Uh, are you aware? Be a good girl. I'm not waiting."

Junko is messing with the surgical instrument a little further away, licking the larger candy balls.

"What happened to Mutsuki? Did you go after him?

"Mahika. True, your treatment isn't over. I won't do that. Besides, I don't like it when Makoto doesn't seem to know the timing of the curtain to chase Mutsuki around like that."

"Well, yeah."

True to be convinced.

"Though you did it yourself, that's the worst end of it. I can't believe I missed the target, Mutsuki, and killed all of his people. I'm sure he'll come for revenge."

From the truth, I wasn't going to do that from the beginning. That happened as a result, but I am aware of what the consequences will be.

"At the center, Mutsuki told me you couldn't kill him. As one of the taboos, he won't be targeted from the center anymore. Kurodo might be after you. [M] True, you want to destroy that invincible killer organization by yourself, and you feel like you've got a mafu hack on you."

"Is it true that Mutsuki, who left me even further, has no need for a hand taboo? If you look at it from someone who doesn't know the truth, don't get the result of that kind of schematic."

"We feel good about the truth, the monopoly or something."

"I don't feel good about anything. Something you shouldn't know."

"Ho, ho? I think I should have known."

Junko peeks into the truth and spits candy balls out of his mouth. Bring the spit out candy balls closer to their true faces.

No, it wasn't a candy ball, it was an eyeball.

"Hey, new eyeballs."

"Wash."

I looked at the saliva filled eyeballs in Junko's hand and said the truth was I didn't like it.

When I realized, I was in the amusement park.

The infamous amusement park, Tokyo Dickland. Mutsuki sits properly and behaved in a bench. Next door, Manami is spreading her lunchbox.

"I'm home. I couldn't find it in the vending machine."

Takuya, with the juice in both hands, ran and handed the juice to Makoto and Manami.

"I also made today's lunch box, Happy Moon. I let them make it, exactly."

Manami smiles like a prank.

"Why am I cooking..."

I had been forced to cook with Manami several times before, but I was terribly bad at it.

"That's a girl, and for when I had a boyfriend, I said I should still remember"

"Haha, I can't, and I... and I... not a woman..."

The last one's words were butt blushing.

"Why don't you bring a hero with you the next time you come?

"Nice. Let's do that."

Takuya proposes and Manami agrees.

"Uh, isn't this the kind of place a hero would hate?

The combination of amusement parks and heroes is hard to imagine on a good moon.

"That's not true. Well, on the face of it, I don't think so."

And, Manami.

"You can force me to take you. That way there 'll be a good moon, and I'll be absolutely delighted inside, that guy."

"No, why would a hero be happy to have me?"

Obviously confused by Takuya, who says in a deep mouthful, Mutsuki.

Nothing. I'm not happy.

Soon there will be a hero, sitting next to him eating lunch. It floats in the amusement park because it's the usual look of that white crust.

"Hey... how long have you been a hero?"

The three of us should have come to visit, but I'm increasingly confused by the hero who showed up without any context.

"I've been here forever. No, I'm here all the time..."

"Ah..."

To a hero with a lonely grin, I was aware that there was a good moon.

Takuya and Manami were invisible. The figure of a hero fades, too.

"This is a dream. So, you remind me when I know I'm dreaming. Hahaha......"

Speaking out loud, everything in front of you disappears. I painfully hoped that I didn't want it to disappear, but at the same time I wake up, conscious that it's impossible too.

When I noticed, Mutsuki slept sideways on the dirt slopes of the river plain.

In winter, but the body of the Moon is perfectly fine. It is also quite resistant to changes in temperature.

The sun is setting. I don't feel dark even though I'm in the dark. There were several lights, stars in the sky, headlights in the driveway opposite the shore and lights in the house. I watched them in a blurry moon.

I seem to have been dreaming about something, but I don't really remember what I was dreaming about. I only remember what it was like to have everyone in the amusement park.

I remember going to an amusement park such as Tokyo Dickland when I was a little girl. I watched it on TV commercials and always admired it.

"I turned this light off myself..."

Get up, get dressed as a gym seat, and squeal with a blurry stare at the starlight and city lights.

"Shayyah - has always dreamed of going out into the outside world. This is how I got out into the outside world. I met up with Takuya and Manami, went into a sweeping vacation, and had fun living with everyone. Yet..."

Second, I felt signs of people talking that far.

Looking back, a girl of my own age in uniform biked past the dirt.

"Disappeared...? No, I'm not answering!?

Conscious of the incredible changes in me, I am stunned.

Seeing a girl my age doesn't blow up dos black hatred. The previous Moon would have been driven by a fierce urge to kill, but it's not there at all.

True words come back to the back of your brain. That word that the face of a sweeping vacation is a sacrifice dedicated to you. Legend has it that the truth was told by Kato.

"Haha, haha, haha! That sort of thing!? I have been sacrificing for Shayyah. Yet as a sacrifice for me, everyone was sacrificed!? Hahahahaha! Hahaha!

I looked up at the night sky with my vain eyes and laughed out loud. I don't even want to laugh a lot, but I'm deliberately laughing out loud.

"Is sacrifice about this? Because everyone was killed because of me, that sadness is stronger and Shayyah's intent to kill disappeared...?

Conscious of his own despair, he cannot help but mock himself.

(I also realized that no matter how much I sacrificed, Shayyah would never return. No, Shaye was already... completely dead. I can't get it back. I can't revive you. Because this body, this heart, is now completely filled by me. So......)

While I think so, there are parts that don't fall on my heart. Only twice did I feel the Shayyah consciousness that seemed to have disappeared. That was never my fault or anything. When I was truly helped, when I was reunited, I did feel Shayyah's consciousness.

"Haha... I wonder what I am in the first place"

The moment I figure out that answer, I think of something else so that I can undo it unconsciously.

"Shayyah ran away. Because it was Shayyah, he fled to me called the Good Moon. He only entrusted his hatred to me and ran away. That's why I don't show up anymore. My efforts - all the lives I have dedicated to recalling Shayyah - have also been in vain. I... what the hell am I!

"It's a work of art."

Shortly after he shouted, he heard a voice coming from behind him and looked back in surprise.

There was a woman standing right around the corner. I didn't feel any sign of someone approaching me. That's not all I know. A woman considered to be in her twenties with a full-body white crust. White blouse with white long skirt, white overcoat and white soft hat.

"Yue has lived up to my expectations beautifully. You are the greatest masterpiece Yue has ever created. No, you can also say that it was the result of the joint work of me and Yue, and Junko."

I didn't recognize the woman, but at least they seem to know who they are. He even speaks the name of Junko.

"Made it? Me?"

I knew what the word meant. That room I've been trapped in ever since I got my mind on it. And the presence of a mother.

"Nice to meet you, I say rain shore lilies"

He smiles at his mouth and bows his head respectfully while naming him.

"I had apprenticed how to do Junko and let him swim, but I thought it was time to collect it, and thus appeared before you"

A woman named Lily offers her hand to the Good Moon.

"Collect...... hey"

"If you don't mind, you can do it in a way that helps."

It was a lily provoking in a soft tone, but the Moon did not boil its rebellious temper. Interest preceded the appearance of those who knew themselves at an exquisite time before themselves without a place to go.

"Haha...... Fine, I'll get it back to you. I'm not in the mood to fight right now."

Laughing powerlessly, Mutual Moon holds Lily's hand. Hard and cold feeling.

(prosthetic hand?)

Mutsuki turns off his grin and sees Lily's face. He looked long and neat, but had the impression that he had made a crop somewhere.

Ue looked forward to this time. That I can meet that girl. To see that girl smile like an angel again.

"I've been waiting for you, Junko. How'd it go? My greatest masterpiece."

The great Lord, who has been speechless for nearly twenty years now, is grateful that he has finally revealed himself, and Ue welcomes him with a smile of joy spread across his face.

There was no grin on Junko's face. Though uncomfortable with that, the reunion's joy prevailed.

Junko contacted me suddenly and bothered to visit me at home. Next to it is also the appearance of tiredness. A sketchbook was held in his tired right hand and a long bag wrapped in his left.

Yue Suzuki grew up as a millionaire's courtier and a promising future lady, but about twenty years ago, I met Junko and was fascinated by her vicious, outrageous and rampant way of life. Thereafter, Junko refused to acknowledge it, but obeyed it, and it became Junko's mere existence to manufacture and provide research materials.

"Though I've been doing research to evolve humans,"

Junko abruptly cuts out the story without a greeting.

"Thank you. It didn't go my way. Above all, do you have trouble finding certainty? I just found out that strong mental abilities and emotions can trigger something. So first of all, I wondered what it would be like to be a terrible bad guy or a good guy."

Junko shook a small shake when we talked that far. As I said, I was remembering the consequences.

"It didn't work out, and most importantly, it wasn't funny, because of the skewed balance between people who just stained themselves with hate and poked at evil, and people who believed in fraternity and had flower gardens in their heads. Because it is normal for humans to have both good and bad hearts, it becomes boring when they are biased. Whether a man pursuing only evil or good, there is something thin about it. But if you're a fiercely bitter person between hatred and affection, I thought you'd have a good chance of evolving, and Yue was looking for someone like that."

"Yeah, that's why I was making those people. Steal an excellent gene from a sperm bank, live in this body, and have it used by pure children! What an honor and wonderful thing!

Ue in an excited tone.

To meet the demands of the pure child, Ue Yee has been raising herself in a special environment for nearly twenty years, while claustrophobically abusing many children by implanting sperm with outstanding genes into her own eggs and extrauterine fertilization and then into her own body.

"And I sent out a bunch of kids, and they helped Junko! As a mother..."

"Just, hey...... Instead of looking for the talent I want, I wonder if I would have a child to create that kind of talent manually. I didn't ask for that. That doesn't fit my policy at all. My fate has been decided since I was born, and I don't have a choice in person. Come on... I guess it's definitely no as a rule."

Junko describes himself pale in a rare and very low tone, blocking the words of euphoria that please him.

"Shouldn't you know that I'm basically asking you to cooperate with an experiment, someone who's hostile to me, or who's throwing himself out with me in agreement? Unless you're hostile, it's impossible without your consent. Although Mutsuki only made a contract with me, it's impossible to say that she was intentionally set up and directed to do so from the beginning. It's against my aesthetics."

Junko's face had no laughter whatsoever. Junko's story denied all the achievements of the twenty years Yue has been making.

"In a nutshell, Yue, why are you doing this on your own?

To Junko's stuffing, Ue blues and shivers. I was sincerely wary of this horrible reality that my worshippers are telling me that everything I've been doing for so long that I think I'm right was a mistake. I drove Yue into the abyss of despair.

"But this way, when Junko was happy, he said! That's why I've given birth and raised so many! And how glad the child I raised in hand salt helped."

"Is that what you said, Lily?

Junko asks with a true face to the euphoria of summoning with desperate shapes. The moment the name comes up, the tired look next door becomes something dangerous.

Ue is a tenacious face and snorts silently.

"I knew it... well, that's enough"

"Huh?"

"I don't have to do anything anymore. I just told you, didn't I? Because that's not my policy. Come on."

"Let it be, at least just the kid I'm raising right now, and just the kid in this tummy! Help Junko! Because I will definitely love it!

Junko sighs small to the pleading euphoria.

"That's it. That's all I said, but I have no idea."

Junko has a mixed look with a flattery and a giving up. Ue had never seen Junko's face like this before. Even tired, a long-time relationship with Junko, has rarely been seen, such as Junko plainly putting his discomfort on the table so far.

At last, that's all I touched the reverse scale of the pure child, I think Tired. Junko, who never shows negative emotions in public enough to make me think that emotions such as anger and sadness are missing, wondered if he had been switched on in this matter.

"Bye."

Leaving a bareful word, Junko turns his back on Yue.

Before the euphoria I tried to say something, tiredness advanced.

"You would have been happy, but your children, they are not."

This was not the usual tiredness again. Instead of the usual obnoxious rhetoric, when I tell you in a tone that doesn't precipitate at all, I pull the demon knife concubine pine out of the bag. Leave the sheath in the bag.

Black sashimi pierces Yue's abdomen.

"Hiuuuuuuuu! My boy! My kid to help Junko. Ah!

Despair for the killing of a belly child precedes death. But that's another emotion stronger than one as a mother.

"Oh no... this child is an offering for Junko... not like this... I gave birth to Junko for him to use and he was such a good kid... I have to raise him..."

"My belly child has no sin, so you died first"

Tired tells Yue of blood from his mouth and tears from his blood-running eyes.

"You will be punished quite a bit. Punishment for you is too much in death."

Release the knife with Yue's abdomen pierced, and Tired opens the sketchbook.

On the open page is a picture of ghosts torturing the deceased in hell. The painting rapidly approached Yue Wei with an up. No, the other way around. Ue is being sucked into the painting.

The soul is sealed in the painting, and from the fallen wreckage of Yue, Tired plucks the concubine pine and wipes the blood with Yue's clothes.

"Above all, the unfortunate fact is that no matter how much you worship Junko, it's impossible for Junko to take you personally."

Tired of saying not toward the wreckage of Ue, but toward the sketchbook in your hand.

I think tired. There are many who, witnessing the Madness of the Pure Son, are charmed and worship at will and pledge allegiance.

But Junko doesn't really put those followers on his side unless he likes them a lot. I have a hard time thinking like air about people who don't know their interest in people like that or who have such attitudes. In the first place, Junko has nothing like a desire to dominate.

Previously, there were close worshippers of Junko, but Junko still seemed tired, as if he had no interest in her.

To the best of my knowledge, there are only three people in this world who Junko really regards as special. Other than that, he doesn't seem to care at all, like a large number of other unimportant beings.

"Hmm, did Yue kill you after all? Tie-jun."

When I go to the front door, Junko, who has been waiting for me to tire, speaks. Two people who open the door and go outside.

"My belly child was pathetic, though. At least the kids she's raising now, let her go later."

Tired of pitying your eyes down as you walk.

"I did something wrong to Mutsuki. Other than that, though. If this were to happen, I should have used Yue from the beginning to help you experiment. No, I wonder if anyone is the same..."

Junko also gives a rare and pain-relieving look.

"Still, Lily's still forced to make a tragedy and play with it. I don't understand the sensibilities that I find interesting."

"She seems to be moving a lot out of our sight and moving around a little bit."

"Tired, you still can't forgive Lily?

"Naturally. There's no way I can forgive you."

There is anger in my tired voice.

"I had a hunch that one day I'd make a decision from when I started acting with that kid. There are so many conveniences, I was there, but come on."

"You'll always show up before us, won't you? The first target at that time is definitely..."

"It's okay. True, you will never lose."

Junko finally makes a bright voice here. I'm smiling. Tired turned his eyes round and was surprised that he had returned to his usual pure child at this time.

"Don't forget that he is the shared property of me and Junko... Whatever Junko or True says, I'll get my hands on it when things get out of hand."

Tired tells Junko, who spreads his uncontrolled grin, in a serious voice at no time.

"If you're going to say that, you should leave that kid out of the back streets, even now. Hey? We're unleashing ourselves into a world of constant danger."

"If you're going to say that, it's best to keep it in the birdcage as well"

"Tired, I'm not going to constrain your behavior in the first place. I know, but why don't you just leave it at that?

After the words of Junko, Tired had been conceiving for a while, but he gave up, coming to the conclusion that he couldn't do anything, do anything, and not go in the right direction.

Four, let's play with the killers. Over.