Play with Mad Scientists!

Xiu Lan sent the pieces of Viper's flesh that Junko had divided into him straight to his home country. I was anxious that the harvest was the only one, but I couldn't tell if it was satisfactory to the researchers. Highly rated if satisfied. Otherwise, we'll be waiting for results.

It's unreasonable, but I don't care what kind of evaluation you get based on the brick facade that originally handled sharks. It's just a hassle to be asked for more of their ideal results. For example, if they tell you to capture the viper alive and send it, it's extremely troublesome. But it is not surprising that such a directive should come down.

A superior officer contacts me and tells me that the scientists who were once working jointly during the day on Arlaune's research were satisfactory results, and Xiu Lan strokes his chest down.

"Then when you're dead, I'll put all the figures in the coffin that I cared about."

Li's voice teases Zhang right into his ear as he tries to communicate the results to his men in training.

"This is not a very good amount for a regular size coffin, so prepare a bespoke size coffin."

"Yeah... well, just get in..."

Li feels pulled back by Zhang, who returns it with his true face.

"No, definitely a big coffin. Please. Be sure to include them all. I don't know why I'm supposed to die."

"We've settled the Arlaune case."

Cough small, then Xiu Lan tells him.

"You don't have to deal with such a pain in the ass."

Lee referring to the viper.

"Next time, I feel like I'm gonna win."

"I don't know about that dialogue. As much as you can do one-on-one, say that after your husband has had enough."

Li whispers in disdain at Zhang, who flaunts herself.

But now I'm free for the time being.

There was ample satisfaction in hitting the fruits of his daily workouts in action, but Zhang had a hunch that the days of peace would become extra boring as a result of that recoil, and that would be painful.

"Sometimes you just have to be stimulated."

Seeing through the chest of Zhang like that, Xiu Lan can resist.

"It's one of the prerogatives of young people to be bloody. You don't approach or ask for risk from yourself. Sometimes it's okay. Sometimes."

Li is also in tune with Xiu Lan, and Zhang returns to training with a seemingly boring face.

"But this time, you've become unsavory."

"What do you mean?

Xiu Lan will have a surprising face to Li's words.

"We have achieved good results on a mission that has wiped out a number of troops lurking in Japan. I'm pretty sure they saw it in a good way in my own country."

That's all I heard, and Soo-lan also understood what Li was trying to say.

"Do you mean it could be what Zhang wants, even if it shouldn't be?"

And, Xiu Lan.

"Our excellence may emerge, and difficult tasks may be turned around one after the other."

To Xiu Lan's words, Li smiles bitterly and nods.

The young soldiers of Brick will be pleased if they learn that they have earned high praise as a result of this achievement, but they cannot be welcomed by Lee or Soo Lan. I didn't want my men on dangerous assignments.

It is the only way the military think about it, and because of its character, Xiu Lan has been turned by undercover agents abroad and so on.

"I don't know if they'll fail on purpose next time."

"That would be no good, no matter how much."

"Ma'am. But if it's an overly dangerous mission, I think it's a good idea to survive and fail without dying. At least that's how I plan my operation."

Lee's dialogue now is not meant to be a joke or a light mouth. It was a proclamation told to the source of faith.

Regular vipers spend sloppy days at the Club Cat Mansion. Sometimes I can run errands on milk, but the frequency is insignificant. Most of the time is free.

"So tomorrow, I'm going to the zoo for the first time in a long time"

"Instead of Tokyo Dickland, or"

Sitting in a box seat, Vipers, who were browsing the net and fishing for backstreet related information, exhale small and gaze at the milk on the counter. There's only milk and vipers in the hall right now.

"I'm a pass because I have an example."

'I've been thinking, hey, do I need your guard or something? I don't know, but as far as I can tell, he seems to have a life that's just past him. From your last name, you're definitely a powerful sorcerer.'

"I know you're a sorcerer, but you're an incapacitated person, but when you die, you die. It's just rumors that assassins are being sent from all over the place. We've been raided several times, actually."

'Well, that's fine... If you want, you can leave here and live with the Blues. I'll call you when I need you, of course. "

"... what the hell are you talking about"

To the milk, which spoke in a rare and serious voice, the viper stared, his bat shifting his gaze from the milk looking bad, toward the display.

'You, you said a lot to Blue, but you can't talk about people. It was all about blue, and it was a mouthful that had a cause for blue on one side, but you were a similar one, and you were the cause of the breakdown, weren't you? It was each other who was so mean. Well, Blue would still be a hungry ghost then. That's what you are.'

"Shut up!

Vipers looking back at the milk again and yelling. Milk looks at it and snorts.

"If you go to Blue, whatever it is on the surface, Blue is going to be delighted. I don't know if you're mean or shy - but you're too stupid."

They were attracted to each other because they were such idiots - and Viper added without saying it in his mouth. They are attracted to each other because they are similar, they rebel against each other because they are similar, they are different, they are apart from each other because they are similar, and they continue to think of each other. And there is nothing more we can do because of the similarities.

"You sure are too stupid"

Put your face back on the display and spill a laugh of self-derision.

"Oops. That was a good one. 'Cause you don't even take advantage of that. You're quite stupid.'

"Don't argue with the organization you belonged to. If you're still untrained there, don't talk about people often."

"And not like this. Shit."

Milk who is put out to engage about herself, muddled and angry with her voice.

"We just have to be. Lose yourself in the flow, huh? I don't care how smart we live, this is how we live."

"Don't mix it up with me in the plural. I'm gonna kill you. I'm so busy with Viper's ass. '

"If you let me be honest with you first, I'll think about it."

Meaningly said so, Milk roared stuck in words, and Viper laughed, creepily raising only one end of his mouth.

Junko was analyzing pieces of meat taken from the pie bar over the course of a few days.

"Suke, you and Viper both had a pretty good awakening rate for Arlaune, but didn't even go to 1.5%, did you... The biggest success story these days is that of Mutsuki, who was only two percent of you."

No one has ever been given all that power because they took in the genome of Arlaune.

"Even that one ten years ago, I wasn't even at 10%. I wonder what evolution those chosen for Arlaune will show in full synchronization."

That's where researchers involved in Arlaune get intrigued. The virus that vampires humans is also obvious, even as far as this viper and cocoon are concerned, but even by chance, as far as the results of the milk that led to the entry of the gene of Arlaune into the body of others, even without an artificial transplant, are concerned, they are definitely much more advanced than pure children when it comes to the study of Arlaune.

However, in milk and pure children, the direction of the research purpose is different. The reason why Pure Son carries out the study of Arlaune is whether it cannot be applied to allowing humans to evolve freely at their own will by unraveling systems that mix and evolve with other organisms, and for this reason it is transplanting Arlaune to a large number of humans.

Unlike incapacitating or awakening by other methods, the transplantation of Arlaune is less dangerous to those who become experimental benches and has a high probability of awakening some power of incapacity. Of course, erroneous portions in transplantation can also rampage and adversely affect the flesh. That's exactly what the monster turned out to be ten years ago.

"Here's the next news. Police announce Kotaro Kotaro's fragmented murder of a city councilman has been implicated in a backstreet - '

Junko Fu looks back at the TV.

A tragic homicide in which he was so finely torn and killed that his neck to the bottom fit in his palm, only his head was retained in its original form, but his genitals were twisted in his mouth. Despite complaining about the abolition of child pornography, beside the body was said to have been placed a large amount of memory delivered with toddler pornography video files taken personally by the senator.

(I see, it was his fault. Ah)

I connected the story and found out the truth with the culprit in the case.

That's when the lab bell rings.

"Go ahead -. Come in, walk straight in, open the seventh door to your left."

Junko heads to Mike and tells the visitors. From the monitor's point of view, it looks like quite a few people came at once. It would be really convenient if you tried it from Junko.

"Tired, come and help me."

Switch the microphone and speak to the tiredness that is stuck in your room.

The door is knocked.

"I'm free. Don't hesitate to come in."

Speaking as he turned to the display, the door opened and seven older men entered the room. Junko looks back a little late. One has a big handbag.

(Stinks. I see, is that what you mean -)

Junko smiled strangely, guessing from the man with the bag that there would be their souvenir in the bag because of the smell he could smell.

"It's the goodwill Abyss people. Welcome to the Snow Oka Institute."

Junko smiles at the equally anxious faced men. A host of horrible anecdotes that can be conveyed as one of the legends of living in the back streets, and this gab of rampant laughter soothes the hearts of the beholder.

"As I contacted you, I wanted to settle with you."

Kashima, who became the new boss of goodwill Abyss, opens his mouth.

"It wasn't our whole point. Much less at the behest of my lost predecessor's boss. Middle-sized organizations like ours are out of line, such as poking at you. Please understand..."

Kashima, who speaks the language of explanation and drips his head deep. The grin disappears from Junko's face.

"Give me that."

Kajima urges executives to carry bags. A rug was laid on the floor, and on top of it was placed what had been removed from the bag.

Putting aside something unexpected and dimensional, Junko had a serious view of it with no expression. He was the birth of Komatsu, who opened his eyes wide, his mouth open and his tongue popped out wide, ending in a mindless and resentful phase.

After a short time, Junko raised his face and turned towards Kashima, returning to smile. He smiled with a heartfelt joy.

Just look at Junko's reaction. Faces of goodwill Abyss recognize the other person as a crazy person as rumored. At the same time, he even stroked his chest down a little. Because there has always been concern that you will be shown to be offended by the practice of cutting your head off in such a barbaric way that you let them take responsibility and put it on your hands.

"I mean - I sold a fight on the boss's random rampage, so I cut that boss off like this, so now you want me to put a bullet on it and put it on my hands, right?

Pure Son's Mouth as if she would deliberately recognise what she found out.

I don't know if Junko will accept reconciliation at this point. I can't stay alert yet. But they also have a trump card if they don't accept it.

"We just want to help ourselves, cut off the boss we've taken care of like this flat out - Just to keep me in the mood. Um, no, you know what? I miss it. There's been a lot of similarities on battlefields around the world, and hey. You know you can't win, you kill your own general, you give your neck to the enemy, you surrender."

Junko talks, letting a happy grin stick. Some of the executives were starting to get upset. I thought purposefully saying this might mean remembering my inner wrath.

"I can also assume that he was the only boss with that much hope, but if he was, I would also feel that the quality of his men would be known."

"Initially, we didn't disobey orders. But in the first raid, I lost more than I could have imagined, and if I could just give up there, the boss still tried to poke at you. There's no better way to beat us. So as far as we're concerned, this is the only way to survive."

I find something disturbing about Junko's dialogue, Kajima excuses.

"I looked into it, and now this Komatsu-san picked you up that you had no place to go, right? Um, I was wondering if you're feeling thankful for that area or something, even though it's like you've been taking care of me for a long time?

"That's why you won't follow unscrupulous orders and just be killed. This is the conclusion at the end of our position and distress. I hope you understand that."

Sensing that the story is about to go in a direction that doesn't come together smoothly, Kajima tries not to move to a last resort.

"Uh, you don't have to leave out the threat of suicide bombing or anything. It's pointless."

But Junko's words caught Kashima's rugged expression.

"It's me, my ears and nose are so good. I also knew from the beginning that I was about to do something classic like threaten with dynamite rolls under my clothes in advance for the time of the negotiation breakdown - But it's no use, is it? Come on, it's only going to be outrageous. And then what? You were gonna pay me to hire even a killer?

"Then let me show you what to do."

Shortly after Kajima let him try his clothes all over, he remained stiff in that outfit.

"What... what is this?

Kashima groans. The surrounding landscape was changing. The executives also look around in amazement. I should have been in a room at the Snow Oka Institute, but I'm in a place I've never even seen. A dreary sky stained with bright red. You can even see the horizon, there's nothing around 360 degrees, a wilderness that hasn't grown a single grass tree.

Everyone was caught in fear and confused. Some people keep their cheeks wondering if they are even dreaming, or even doubt their sanity.

"By and large, if you're going to bring me in alive, what are you going to do with it? That's not gonna be an experimental bench."

Junko says before the hard-willed Abyss executives with a look of terror indoors. Behind them, weariness in black Japanese clothes stood spreading the sketchbook.

Painted in a widened sketchpuck are paintings of a red-stained sky and a brown earth that stretches on with nothing. At the center of it are seven figures portrayed as small and potpounds.

"If I carry you to another room and restrain you, you can put these people's souls back together. It's not fun to play with unresponsive chunks of meat."

After telling him to tire, he takes the microphone and calls the labor mouse.

"It's my troubled sexuality that makes me really want to do worse than that after I've done something good. Yeah."

Looking up at the men's fear-clinging faces, Junko grinned and murmured.

I don't know six faces. Let's play with my dad. End of story.