The brown-skinned boy was a murderous maniac in the world, but he had no awareness that he had killed people.
As for recognition, I just ripped off something annoying in the shape of a person and broke it and shut it up. It was no different than slamming him to death.
The incredible grip and power of birth could easily tear human flesh apart, as well as break bones. Chisel, crush, and stop moving. That calms me down. The annoying former disappears.
At least the boy never remembered something called guilt from murder.
But I don't even like to commit murder. I don't even want to pay or kill anyone who sees me. If he commits murder, whether it be negligence or not, he must be severely regretted and subjected to the consciousness of sin. The only person the boy puts his hands on is the one who annoyed himself.
The boy believes in the existence of his soul. It is a time when neither the spirit, nor the post-mortem world, nor the system of reincarnation has yet been demonstrated, but due to the death of a friend a few years ago, I am convinced.
The organism's body, on the other hand, is only a chemical reaction, and if it cannot sustain it and destroy it, it will all be over. The rotten mind goes on a journey around the circle and leaves nothing there. I couldn't wait to do that comfortably.
"Anyway, apologize softly. After talking about your unfortunate body, I'm taking it to commutation. As long as you apologize, a lot of people, starting with the opponents of the death penalty, will try to save you from the death penalty by giving me about your side."
"I don't like it. I didn't do anything wrong."
The boy stuck with laughter at the persuasion of a human rights lawyer.
"Kill this many human beings, and the defendant has no sense of sin?
"There can't be. When did I kill a human? If it was a cockroach wearing a person's skin and pretending to be a person, I would have broken it. Are you aware of sin by crushing dirty cockroaches? Don't make me laugh."
The boy returned so full of disdain to the judge in his final argument.
There were also voices on the internet supporting the boy. With the exception of my real father, the vast majority of those he has ever killed were all bad and chimps, and the murder that was the deciding factor in his arrest is a substitute for killing around a dozen members of the backstreet organization and their guests, taken together, who were engaged in child prostitution.
First, he crushed the tissue first, then made it look as if the tissue was still alive, and spent days killing each and every guest who came to buy children.
Lawyers complained that the boy, who had a past of being bullied by immigrants at an early age, who also continued to be abused by his father and who had also been killed by his classmates in front of him, had his heart distorted by various unfortunate experiences, but a sentence of death was given to him, who had killed more than twenty people just because it was being found, without any circumstance being given, and with a light death sentence.
A few days before the death penalty, the boy was surprised to be told he had a meeting. I don't really know who it is for me. His father, the only remaining father-in-law, has also been murdered with his own hands. I don't have a family anymore, and I don't have any relatives. I can think of as many friends who came to see me when I was at school.
'Oh, you've got a good temper inside. I like you. You live bastards like you. I like you.'
There's nothing about going to the visiting room with interest, just the voice sounds.
"If you're a gutless cunt, you're in a nasty and reflective mode after you work for a heinous crime, as the trashy human rights lawyer who praises respect for life and the theory of sexuality says. You were the opposite of that. Joy. That's why I put my eyes on him. Of course I'll keep an eye out for achievements before then. In front street minutes, even if it's small, it crushes one backstreet tissue, and this guy is quite a delicacy. '
A visiting room where only strange sounding voices echo. There are signs of someone. And I noticed something odd. I don't see a guard.
'You don't want to be seen like me. I had it removed. I can do that.'
The voice answers as if it had guessed the boy's question.
'Well, it's up to you to choose ahead. If you're going to obey me, get me out of here and give me a new life. It's about you who didn't make the choice to survive in prison because of the law, and I'm not expecting a response. Just because I like it doesn't mean I really want you. If you're going to die piercing that you're not going to bow your head to anyone, that's fine.'
Avoidance of the death penalty - The boy also knew rumors of buying death row inmates in the back streets. That's what's about to happen.
Obedience is said to be a condition, but there is no need to swallow it either. A boy whose heart decides to pretend to obey and run away immediately.
"If I could just show myself before that, I wouldn't."
"Ouch."
As if to respond to the boy's words, a white cat rode on the table in front of the partition.
"What's up, Cass? You showed him what you wanted, didn't you?
"What a joke, this is..."
He was an indulgent boy, but it didn't take long to find out it wasn't a joke.
"You know, milk. Hey, wake up."
Null wakes up a white cat who was napping on the couch at the Club Cat Mansion.
'It's you. I guess it's like waking me up or something.'
Milk wakes up with a grumpy voice and stretches out loud.
"Otherwise, don't wake me up. I want you to see this."
Naru, who has been sleeping rolls since daytime, refers to one of the countless holographic displays reflected in the hall. It was a mailbox.
A site managed by milk, known only to a very small number of people. An unexpected person is getting there and trying to make contact with Milk via email over that site.
"What are we going to do? Is that Junko Suzuoka's trap?
"Wow. I don't think Junko would use someone else's name."
Immediately after the milk tells him, the receiver he left on one of the tables trembles, and he starts up alone and the number is punched in.
"What's wrong?
'It was a hassle because it was voicemail, and I hung up right away. You should text me back over here. "
Milk to operate and reply to your computer with mindfulness power.
"Have you been in personal contact?
'That's right - it is. But even if you don't bother telling me this, we're on schedule. Junko's shallow plan is a prospect. "
The milk sounds boring. On the contrary, Naru looks up at the display funny.
"Makoto Aizawa. I don't know what he's like."
"I was a little interested, too. After purposefully informing me about my Lord, I don't know what you're going to do."
The sender of the email is Makoto Aizawa. The content of the email was a suggestion that Junko Yukioka would not cooperate and interfere because he was trying to use Shisuke Kamiya as bait to secure a viper and use it as an experimental bench.
"Oh, my rape, you're going to do something extra."
That's the only place I can think of where Milk truly streamed the information on the site that only a very few people have been taught. Milk and their causative intelligence organization.
"Come on, we should make up."
Nal frowned.
'It's an extra favor. Anyway, you know perfectly well that this true Aizawa guy, the father of Blue's son, is a viper. No, Blue. Should I say that I understand very well that my son Arlaune's roots are me'
"Didn't Junko teach you?
'I don't know. Given Junko's personality, I don't feel like imitating him a little bit if I knew he was my mouse from the start. Maybe. Well, if you try being a pure child, you don't know the roots, which is why you're trying to drag Blue and Viper's son out, for the hostages, of his father, the transplant source of Arlaune, right? Ma, that's what he's like. If you know whose possessions they are, you don't, but if you don't, you can take them and do whatever you want, that's the kind of thought circuit.'
"Yet you, the murderer, found out that the roots were milk, so you tried to make contact? Besides, to do something against Junko?
Neck nall with a difficult face.
'Do you want to make contact to hear his sincerity? Well, I've been on schedule since the beginning. If left alone, the viper may remain recovered by Junko. That's why I'm coming.'
Stretching again, the milk jumped off the couch.
"Let's take the cocoon. Sometimes I have to let him play."
"Am I...?
Expect and shine your expression. Nal pointing to himself.
"Leave a message with you"
"Huh."
With a nall pointing his lips in dissatisfaction on his ass, Milk headed to the door behind the hall to call for a cocoon.