With some luggage on the wagon, the instant you dress as a haulier, you descend to the basement ground floor of the candoville. Going down the stairs in the wagon every time is also a bone, and I always wonder why you don't have an elevator.
Junko Suzuoka is one of the customers of Sigh Addiction. He has signed me an exclusive contract in anticipation of the speed and politeness of his sighing addiction job. That also leads to the name value of sighing addiction.
The request from Junko may be to order a single item that quickly became necessary, but many items are often purchased at a time. For this purpose, we often carry large baggage at once. This time it is exactly the same.
It seems that there are many things that cannot be handled on the surface or that are difficult to obtain, so it is more common to buy in bulk due to impulse buying.
Walk down the underground aisle and wait by pressing the buzzer in front of the lab door.
"Wait. I'm going now.
It wasn't Junko who responded, it was the true one.
I know every moment. I would be present at Tasmania Devil for a drink, and I've had some really pro bono help in the past when the instant is in trouble. It is also a pattern close to my sister Mika, and from an instant on, this one is much easier to deal with than Junko.
The door opens and the truth reveals itself, with the index finger and middle finger raised and gently shaking in front of the temple, greeting.
"That was fast."
"That's what we sell."
It takes a true bend to check the baggage packed in the wagon in order to get out of sight from the moment you say it well and check the purchased items.
"Whoa?"
When the truth gets one of the wraps, the instant one leaks his voice when he sees an out-of-season bee jump out of the wrap.
(That's baggage from abroad. I can't believe this stuff is mixed up)
The moment that Moment One guessed so, the truth that remained bent, flashed his right hand without even looking at the bee. A bee's torso is broken in the air and falls to the floor.
Look at that. The instant rolls my tongue.
(He looks younger than me, and he's a taller kid with a hell of a physical ability and reflex nerve...)
I wonder what this difference is with me, I wonder. It used to be about the same back length as instant, but now instant is more like looking down on the truth. Yet it is as if it is powerless. Even though I say I encourage you to work out quite a bit every day for the moment. I want more power for myself, too, I truly think.
"You monster."
Every moment I say it with jokes, seriousness and motivation.
"It depends on your workout."
Tell me the truth, give me your right hand that stays gripping towards each instant, and I try to give you something.
I was even more surprised when the instant reached out and received what was in my true hand. It was a bee needle.
"You didn't have to kill anything, did you? He was alive in his luggage."
"You look like a foreign bee, so you don't know what kind of dangerous poison it is."
"What kind of bee is more dangerous than a Japanese tin bee?"
"Looks like you're missing one more item than that."
Truly pointed out, I rush to take my phone out and check it out.
"Huh? This should be all we bought at the moment. I think it's late to follow us. Well, I'll check back when I get home."
"Okay. Bye."
"Aye. Every time ~"
The moment I take my hat and smile and gently meet him, really pushing the wagon inside the lab. At the entrance of the laboratory, the wagon used the last time the purchases were delivered was left empty, so Moment One pulls it off and leaves the Yukooka Laboratory behind.
Chie Hanayama feels the precipitation of the air in her home, just by approaching the room. Actually, that's not true, but I find myself in such an illusion that the precipitation of air in the room is eroding even in front of the room.
With a basin with lunch in his hand, Chie stops in front of the room.
"Kyo...... how are you?
Open the door slightly, let only eyes peek through the gap, and speak out scared. As usual, my son was meditating with Zazen together.
"The Unmoveable Mountain Like"
Kyo Hanayama, one of Chie's sons, says in a clear voice.
Kyou was called a drawstring. Plus, I'm stuck in my room all day, and whenever I see it, I don't even move with my zazen. Leave the room only during the toilet and bath. Chie even remembers to be scared by her son, who has no idea what he's thinking.
"I hope you're well. Mother, that's what worries me the most."
I leave it for a while after I say so, and I decide and cut out my will.
"You know, it's time to get to work... no, you don't have to work, at least have a conversation with your mothers..."
"The Unmoveable Mountain Like!
"Hih! Oh, I'm sorry..."
To the shouting Kyo, his mother closes the door in a threatening manner, leaving freshly with the sound of patties and slippers.
"It's up to me to apologize... I'm sorry."
In a dark room, Kyou sneers with a pitiful look, nagging with zazen together.
"But I shouldn't work. It's... it's for the world."
It was not until two years ago, some time after I left college and started working. It was hurt by the strict words of my father, who boiled his work to his indeterminate son after all this time, and he abandoned the job itself.
We had a normal conversation and went out for a while, but what the hell happened was that I stuck in the room and sat Zen all day and couldn't move.
Very rarely did I go out, but it was a mystery to my parents where I was going and what I was doing at that time. Questioning didn't return any answers.
"Okay, here we go again."
When he whines small, Kyo begins to concentrate his consciousness.
He waited. I was prepared.
I have someone who needs me. There are occasions when you need them. I was prepared for it.
The most popular amusement park for children and, on the other hand, the least reputable amusement park for adults - Tokyo Dickland.
It is also famous worldwide and has a very large number of tourists from abroad. The number of adults is small during the day and the proportion of children is high.
"Hands of love to the underprivileged children. Please donate. - Soo."
It is an amusement park where all the shitty hungry ghosts visit with few good kids like fundraisers, but where fundraisers are held in such a place, it is not very fruitful.
Nevertheless, Yukiko Du Feng did not meet him, and during the day he had begun fundraising activities in the amusement park. I want to atone for my sins at all. No, I have to make amends. To do this, the fundraiser is quick.
"Wow, it's Gizensha. Give me a cunt bomb. Eh?"
A seven- or eight-year-old with a dripping nose hits a fortunate child with several colorful urethane toys mimicking curly manure and picks them up and hits them. Sachiko watches it with a smile on her face. My temples are caught, but I manage to keep only a smile on my face.
"Liar! Like a fundraiser in here!
Now a toothed child around the age of ten shows up and screams out loud.
"These hypocrites Kirayi. My brother also said he was doing it for self-satisfaction. That's why I'm throwing my cock too."
Likewise, a full-bodied, fat child about ten years old throws one urethane toy after another towards the lucky child. Yukiko was sneaking up and sighing as she maintained her smile.
Sachiko works evil. Kill people to make blind spirits. Most of them are bad or hostile, but they still don't turn into murder. The fact did not erode the heart of Lucky Son.
In order to save my heart, I came to the idea that I should write off my sins by working free good deeds, and I began to practice them.
Yukiko Du is twenty-eight years old. He is a magician who deals with the spell of Frost Root Street and is called in the name of the 'Blind Spiritualist' in the back street. He is a finalist affiliated with Yob's Rewards, a world-wide secret society with more than a millennium history, and is mainly based in Japan.
Feel the vibration of your fingertip phone and pick up the phone from your nostalgia besides the fundraiser. A smile disappeared from Yukiko's face, and the children left the scene feeling something scary.
"How is the spirit of power?
Slightly prolonged pronounced Japanese that is fluent but clearly not Japanese's.
"As reported, the seal was loose at the time of discovery. It's a pretty unstable state. It's dangerous to take it out of the country. We now have multiple boundaries in a land of strong spiritual magnetic fields, resting in it."
It was a direct call from the boss of the organization. Report on the previous history and current situation.
'Cause it's a place with very few people. - Huh?
Lucky child gets stuck in words for a moment in the boss's question.
"No, that's quite a lot. It's in the amusement park somehow. But since this is a place full of joy, the resentment of the Spirit of Power seems to be somewhat alleviated."
"Well - but you can't leave Amari alone for long - can you? Just in case something harmful happens to the average person - Please keep an eye on the Spirit of Power until the undercover unit arrives."
"But do you want me to do this job?
Ask for a sigh of relief, Sachiko.
"Releasing the captured spirit and delivering it is also an important part of the reward of our Yob."
"It's contradictory. I am a humble user of foreign law. Create a grudge spirit, seal it with surgery and serve it. I do the opposite of that role. I can't believe you used forensics to solve forensics."
"Kedo, just the bad guys and the hostiles, right?" Besides, you're not even sealing it forever, are you?
"That's true, Sister..."
"I know what you're talking about. But - apart from the pathetic presence of a spirit that will never be saved forever - If the spiritual resentment is in a natural state, the resentment also disappears with the years, and in all cases the spirit travels to God. Because the spirits of power, all of whom are weaponized by art, do not even tolerate it. For there must be no more suffering in the hands of men, and the Spirit shall remain bound unto this world. '
Yukiko silenced the words of the boss mixed with enthusiasm and sadness.
It's the only other person in the world who believes from the bottom of his heart and vows absolute obedience and loyalty. I can't say anything more. I think it's a good idea to say more about my strays.