Truth is, even in the Suzuoka Institute's own room, when sleeping, keep the gun in a position that you can take right away if you reach for it.
Occasionally, it's because mice modified into pure children break out in the lab. Ever since True broke into his room and was attacked when he was asleep, he has tried not to fail to be vigilant when he goes to sleep.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh. Morning, yo. Tell me!"
But this time, without feeling any dust, he seems to have allowed an intruder indoors.
The young girl's energetic voice sounds right in her ear, and the truth is she takes the gun and jumps out of bed, pointing the gun in the direction of her voice.
"How dare you point a gun at me! You're not your enemy. She's just a wake-up girl. Yo."
What popped into my eyes was the sight of a cute girl - who I think is about seven to nine years old - whose neck was growing out of a plant pot.
"When did you get in? Totally......"
If you grovel the plant pot rampantly, you don't mind the soil spilling inside, and you leave the room in a hurry.
"Oh, what are you doing? Oh, honey, stop. I'm just a kid. It's not too early for this."
Where did the toddler girl who was given her neck remember, she has a funny dialogue in her mouth.
"It's the first time I've ever made you so rambling! Oh, honey, be gentler."
"Whoa, Snow Oka"
Ignoring any of the words of the newborn plant pot toddler girl who is somehow calling, he opens the door in the laboratory from one end, and if he finds Junko, he makes his offense visible and speaks up.
"Whoa, True you. Oh, how's the kid? I like it. Ah? I just finished it, Wake Up Toddler Girl Neck."
Junko refers to the toddler girl in a plant pot in her true hand and asks her thoughts with a smile.
"You like it, you don't do anything. You do anything too much! Still such a little girl!
"Mm-hmm, but the kid wants it himself. Come on."
A true, bewildered look at Junko protesting with an angry voice against rarely Junko's human experiment.
"So to a kid who can't even make a clear self-determination yet -"
"I wasn't a kid when I got here. He was a forty too many uncles. She wanted to be reincarnated into a cute little girl, so she made her wish come true."
"Guru!"
Listen to that and let go of the hand that truly holds the plant pot. Dropping on the spot and hitting her head on the floor, the female head and toddler shiatsu groaned and fainted.
"Didn't you like it? Too bad."
Junko sighs with a rare and annoying look. Not against the fact that True didn't like the newborn girl.
"What's wrong with you?
"Hmm, the 886th International Conference of Mad Scientists is coming up, so I have to go out on it too - It's a special event that brings together thousands of Mad Scientists from all over the world. Of course," Sanmadness ", including me and Professor Misaki, will attend. I won't. Although milk does not attend directly by way of example."
Sanmadness refers to three of the Mad Scientists with as many stars in Japan, especially dangerous and brilliant - Junko Yukioka, Kirisaki Sword and Grass Dew Milk.
I have really met the Misaki sword several times, but I didn't know anything about grass dew milk. That should be it, too. This person is known to represent himself only online and all of his appearance, age and gender are wrapped up in a veil of mystery. There are even rumors that it might be a program with self, derived from computer space.
Only against wonder and this person, whoever you named, Junko, was always calling it away.
"If a meteorite falls on the venue in the middle of a meeting, the world is going to be pretty peaceful."
"Oh, that's not it. There's not a Mad Scientist I know who's been on guard for four or six hours saying he doesn't know when the meteorite's coming. He's always marked the first time he goes, and when the meteorite crashes, he can fire a missile and intercept it."
It was sarcastically true, but Junko seriously returns it that way.
(Wisdom and skill are also a waste of effort because our spirit is broken)
That's what I think, true to be stunned.
"For years now, there's been a plan out there for Mad Scientists from all over the world to come together and make something amazing, but we haven't even decided what we're going to make yet. I don't know, my opinions are split in two depending on what I make."
"You don't make shit anyway, do you?
"Yeah, that's right. We've split into two factions, one that wants to make an exquisite and submissive girl, Android, and the other that wants to make a giant robot of the Transformers. As far as I'm concerned, I think we should make something more meaningful because so many Mad Scientists are coming together to make a feat out of it. So, I'm arguing that a beautiful boy and beast with a feminine clothing hobby and an M-minded dog ear tail wants to make it, but I don't have many people who agree with me. It's sad to turn to a minority position, isn't it? Well, True and Tired, I don't think it's a good idea because you're here."
"Are we replacing that... I mean, if you're into women's clothing, you have an Ashiya."
"No, Kurodo, you're the cyborg that Professor Miyazaki worked on. Oh, yeah."
Junko looks at the calendar.
"I don't know if I'll come around today, example bump"
"You said the moment would come in the afternoon."
"Me, I'm going to bed after breakfast, so take it. I have ordered a lot of things besides the example bumps, so it will be a big package, but it's nice to meet you."
"Sleep cycles reverse day and night again"
When I said that, the truth was, I walked out of the room, crossing my neck and toddler girl who fell on the floor and remained faint.
As scheduled at the specified date, time and place, the blind spiritualist, Yukiko Du Wing, was transported to receive the bumps from the person of the distribution organization.
I was supposed to lose only marginally at the auction, but for some reason I was contacted that the winning bidder had cancelled and I was going to accept it. This is unfortunate. Because if it did not seem to be available, it had to be taken away by force during the transport of the bumps.
It was around fifteen years old, a boy who seemed to be everywhere, who showed up before the lucky boy. I smiled and showed her when I saw Lucky Son, but she looked like a disgusting grin. A business-like affectionate laugh, but unsuitable for his age, or the light that precipitated behind his eyes dwells.
"Are you a sigh addict?
"That's right. Here you go."
As the boy leaves his affectionate laughter hanging, he offers a pot wrapped in a paper bag to the lucky child.
Opening the paper bag reveals an old pot with dozens of curse bills on it. Seeing that, Kouko frowned.
"The seal is loose. What the hell did you treat him like?
"We're professionals on that path, too. We don't imitate them by treating them coarsely and discrediting them. That's what it's been like since the beginning."
It was a blaming tone, but the boy said so without fear, letting his love laugh stick. I thought you could believe it when it comes to what you're saying, but with a soggy attitude, Yukiko gets the increasingly unpleasant impression.
"It's dangerous as it is. I just want to say thank you."
Sachiko decides that we should deal with this as soon as possible. I don't even know when I can unseal it. It is dangerous to carry it according to the original schedule. First of all, the spiritual magnetic field is strong - it should be transported to a place full of bright minds, bound and reinforced with seals, and the organization should be asked for rescue.
Dropping off the rear of Yukiko, who left early enough by waxing the kettle back into a paper bag, the boy turns his loving laughter into a distorted grin and puts his hands on his head, removing the rash and peeling off the artificial skin for the disguise on his face at once.
What emerged from inside was the face of a man in his early twenties or so.
"Boss, thank you for your hard work."
An old bald-headed man appears and speaks up, who was lurking nearby killing signs. He's in a suit, and at first glance he only looks like a regular salarier.
"It's an important role, and you'll fit me physically. I don't have to worry about it being such a development that if I leave it to my men, they will be caught and gelled. Most importantly, I'm good with plays and the right material. Know his footsteps better than that."
A young man, called the boss, gives instructions to the old man while the lucky boy is pointing in the direction where he walks away.
"You shouldn't salute your men. So, why did you do that?
"I thought I'd sell every bum to earn the trust of Junko Yukioka... No, I thought"
The old man nodded satisfactorily at the words of Akagishi Akagi, the young leader of Japan Play Authority, the largest distribution organization in Euthanasia City.
"It's a dangerous bridge just to embezzle and sidestream goods, but it's a big deal to do that."
"No problem if you don't find out...... no problem. Dangerous bridges also need to be crossed in order to make tissues big. If you cross a dangerous bridge, you get a lot ahead of you. No, because it's at the end of a dangerous bridge, and the treasure's rolling."
Speaking of things like the wind I found out, the old man - Japan Play Authority's number 2, Aoshima Shinta, "Aoshima" was heartbroken, but at the same time he felt smiling.
Nippon Wei has lost Akagi Fiery, who was his boss until then, to illness a few months ago.
From within the organization, the successor was thought to be Qingdao, but the will was to be succeeded by his son, Yu Akagi. Loyalty to the previous boss, Aoshima has accepted this and is fully committed to second-generation support.
"So let's do everything we can. I don't want to end up with my parents' shanks, just inheriting the tissue my father built."
This word of Yi, always spoken in front of Aoshima, was not a lie.
Yi is above all afraid that the second generation will be a predetermined pattern of bonkers. Yi was obsessed with his desire to prove his power by making the organization bigger.
Regardless of Yi's humanity, Aoshima had pledged allegiance to the younger second generation, due to his flimsy passion.