Two detectives, Umezu and Matsumoto, were asking about the distant winding in front of the entrance to Thin Happy's Megalodon grounds, checking in and out of the faithful, but sliding between those checks, one man was about to knock over the gate.
"Oh, there you are"
An old woman speaks out from the reception window to a man trying to silently pass the reception beside the gate.
A man stops his leg and points his gaze only at the reception window.
"You must be the incoming person, right? You had your princess's guidance, didn't you?
No, I'm a maggot.
She was a lovingly smiling woman, but the man turned to the reception window and uttered an unintelligible tone.
"It's the maggots you're supposed to be real nostalgic about. No, not really. I just want to fly now, but eventually I want to fly and fly."
"Ha ha..."
To a man speaking in a serious tone, the lady at reception feels pulled.
The man was thought to be about his age in his mid- to late twenties, had a long face, high nose beam, and well-placed facial parts, but his eyes were badly vain and his mouth remained much half-opened. I have no expression on my face, and I look like I slept. He's tall, his legs are slack and long, but he's cat tall.
The material given was fine, but I had the impression that it was ruining that material from the inside.
(Well, a lot of people come here. People with heart problems too......)
I also found it rude to pry, observe and creep too much, and she decided to be forced to convince herself. What kind of person are you and I going to be friends with if you want to come here and take a trip?
"I'll keep in touch with the executives to welcome you, so go into the big building inside and wait around the entrance."
"Yes, thank you kindly to maggots like me"
A man drips his head deep. It also sounds like you're kidding when you only listen to words, but that voice doesn't sound like a joke.
"Oh, my name is Ip Shan. Tell that to the executives as well. I realize that having a human name for maggots is a terrible extreme, but for convenience, there was no way."
"Wow, okay."
I rather feel extra scared because I'm not kidding and I find it to be very serious. No, even if you're kidding, there's gonna be a lot of trouble.
"I'm a maggot... I'm a maggot... I guess..."
The man, named Ip Mountain, knocked through the gate with a bump and a grunt.
"I'll fish for garbage, I'll catch shit. I guess. You'll hate it when it boils down to rotten fruit. But that's maggots."
He walks on the premises with bumps and grunts as if reciting a poem, entering the main house.
"But one day you're going to fly, and you're going to fly through the sky with momentum. I hate being a fly, but I can't stop being a fly."
Ye Shan continued to whine extensively as he waited for the executive to pick him up at the entrance.
"Are you Ip Shan?
A cat-backed woman, just like Ip Mountain, calls out. Li Mei.
(What, this feeling...)
Seeing Ip Mountain at first sight, Li Mei felt strange. In his vain eyes, his mouth is half-opened like a scratch, only a well-built man with a face.
(Even though it's harmless, it smells of nitrous smoke from my soul. I know. But I can't read it at all. I don't know how many arms you have, and above all, you're too defenseless......)
I knew at first glance that I was a resident of the back street, but it was nevertheless very heterogeneous. I don't feel like someone with all the gaps and not enough to take them. Yet it doesn't seem strong. I can't even feel the dangerous atmosphere.
At first glance, you can see some combat power, but this person is completely incapable of measurement. I've been a doorman on the back street for years, Li Mei, but I've never seen a type like this before.
"Yes, the convenience name in human society is Ye Shan. I also look human at first glance, but that's the soul of the maggots. Ugh......"
Li Mei glanced at the words coming out of Ye Shan's mouth as much as she wanted, but when she thought she might have come here because she was also offended by a heart disease, she felt sorry for herself and stopped poking weird.
"You want to see the Princess? I've been busy lately before Liberation Day, and I don't see new followers anytime soon, so I'll have them wait, okay?
Before that, it is unusual for those who wish to arrive at this time. Visiting is all between men and assassins disguised as believers. But Li Mei didn't think Ye Shan was anything like that.
"The maggots don't think as much as the dew about such horrors as me suddenly seeing the patriarch. I was just wondering if I could stay here, the maggots. I just had a slight hope that it would be a place to be."
"Oh well... then I'm with this. I'll ask other executives to take care of me."
Li Mei thought it seemed better not to get too involved in the words of Ye Shan, who was humble and extreme, and left the scene early enough. I'm sorry, but to be honest, I feel too bad.
"Heh heh... no one wants to get involved with me that I'm still a maggot, right? What a maggot. Maggots that are hated, scorned and crushed. I'm a maggot... I guess..."
Slightly raising the edge of his sloppy open mouth, with a smile of masochism, Ye Shan, in large part, lays down on the floor and stretches his hands wide over his head, letting his body swing wide to the left and right. With a crowded entrance, Ip Mountain, which is rolling asleep and making weird movements, naturally becomes a target of attention.
"Are you in a bad mood?
"No, I'm a maggot. It's just maggots."
To the believers who spoke out of concern, Ye Shan replied that way, still continuing to shake his body over the floor.
Free time, apricots are mostly spent painting on denominational grounds.
In the sense of being a mental amulet, I spend longer time with Midori than my bodyguard, Li Mei or Viper, but not so much as staying on the boulder at four or six o'clock.
The faithful cared not to disturb the painting apricots in the garden, and seldom spoke up. From the faithful, apricots appear to be in the vicinity of Midori and are regarded as the number two of the denomination.
Unlike casual Midori and Limei, apricots do not treat believers in a loving way, so there is not much interaction with believers other than executives themselves.
"You like this place."
One of the executives called out to the apricots in the sketch. Brain Award Reducing Writer Dog Breeder I. I've never read a book he wrote, but I only knew its name before I got here.
"I'm sorry to interrupt. But I've been wondering. Your presence."
Not a single loving laugh, the dog keeper tells, staring at the apricot thing with a straight face.
As a matter of fact, even from the apricots, the presence of this man was a matter of concern.
He was particularly heterogeneous among the executives. There is no sign that Midori is intoxicated, and he is not in tune with the ideas of the other believers. Since he has made it clear that he will not participate on the day of liberation, he likewise assumes the position of summariser of the faithful who did not participate in the group on the day of liberation, but also seems to have had only a clerical interaction with those faithful.
But it was a little unexpected that the dog owner told me that he was concerned. Probably taking into account the pattern with Midori. It's a man who doesn't interfere much with others and a late surprise that was in the eye of an apricot.
"I am Midori's friend. It has nothing to do with the doctrine here, and I'm not joining you on Liberation Day."
"I knew it. You're just like me. That's what I felt."
When I saw the dog breeder staring at me with no expression on his face, I thought the apricot was somewhat similar to the truth and the atmosphere, but...
"Do you believe in the existence of a parallel world? Me and you, and Midori, I feel like we're meeting in another world. I have an edge. Or maybe it's the edge of a previous life. Yeah, that's what I feel."
At the next moment, the apricot dismissed his thoughts in the words of the dog breeder, who uttered them out in his true face, in full swing. A dialogue that the truth never seems to say. On the contrary, the truth is that I hate the stories of previous generations, and it is the opposite of the truth.
"The novelist is very imaginative."
Apricot said without crossing the minutes of the social decree. I don't hate dog breeders too abrupt nori because the apricot itself is also a poemer. And the apricot was intuitive. This man is on this side - he says he's a resident of the back street. I hadn't noticed it before, but I just talked to him and somehow figured it out.
"That's a different matter from imagination. Intuition."
For a moment or a dog breeder who spills a smile and corrects. Apricots didn't know what was wrong with the current word.
A dog keeper peeks into an apricot painting rather than walking toward the apricot.
"The painting is my enemy. I can't draw it. Pictures are clearly stronger in power than stories expressed in sentences, attracting people's hearts"
Dog breeders who have no heart or seem lonely tone to say that.
"Enemy is another big expression."
"It's not an expression, it's a fact. That's what I'm feeling. I'm not thinking, I'm feeling. I lost my temper to painting and video. Well, anyway..."
Anyway, let the nothingness drift and the dog breeder speaks.
"Maybe you're persuading Midori to stop Liberation Day?
Apricots snort silently at the dog breeder's point. He decided that the colors seemed different from those of the other believers and that there was no need to hide them.
"Stop it. Midori will never try to stop Liberation Day. He touched the hearts of the faithful too much. Instead of wasting my time, I might make Midori suffer."
"You, who? What does it have to do with Midori?
Like Viper, Apricot asks, wondering if it might be a connection from Midori's previous life. I am certain that they differ from the followers fascinated by Midori. I guess we're closer together.
"I've known Midori since she was a little girl. Midori's father and I have known each other since childhood. I've been involved in this religious community since its inception."
Apricots were convinced to hear that. When you hear a windy mouth that you find out about in a whirlpool.
"Midori's father - Goku Himejima was a carefree guy. It was not the same as such a common religion, where people in need or stuck together, and if they donated, they would be saved, if they believed and worshipped and prayed, they would be saved. In part because he was originally a bourgeoisie, but he practiced his religion in detail in the inner circle alone, with little demand for donations. But since the death of Himejima and Midori's succession to the Patriarch, the number of believers has grown - and as you can see, it has become a dangerous group to pursue mass suicide attacks."
"What do the faithful from the beginning think of the present thin megalodon?
"A lot of people don't feel comfortable, but you feel like you basically don't interfere. If they can't keep up with the current Megalodon of Thin Happiness, they're only a distance away from the growing number of newcomers, but I admire Midori, a souvenir of Himejima, and their original ideas go hand in hand. Don't let anything catch you, do what you want and live the way you want. The idea is that Himejima is a substitute for her daughter, and since Himejima was a patriarch, Midori has been treated like a princess here."
The dog owner speaks with a nostalgic look.
"I gave the name Brincess a name. After I put it on, I figured this was a cold call, and it spread throughout the denomination at some point. Yeah, I'm the denominator of the Order, too."
"The denominational naming sense is with the backstreet organization, but is there a connection to the backstreet as well?
Apricots to ask thoughtfully.
"You, a resident of the back street, ask that straight? Information Store Yunzuka Apricot"
It is not surprising that one's presence is known to the inhabitants of the street. Intelligence stores are especially so, but sometimes they do business with them.
But only those who are somewhat familiar with the back streets should never use the back streets. Not to mention the fact that I even know the face behind this one is still as intuitive as the apricot was earlier.
"I've known about Midori since I was a little girl, and she said she was involved in the establishment of the church, but she doesn't do anything? Are you okay?
I don't like to bump into these questions of questioning good sense, but I dare say apricots to explore their reactions.
"Oh, I'm enjoying myself in a bystander position. It's particularly good to be seen up close. It's not like I'm doing anything. Sometimes it's a little bit like this. Midori seems to love you. You're wasting your time trying to stop Midori, and I'm saying it's no use. It's a waste of time, too."
Nihil tone - No, the apricot was severely offended by the dog breeder answering Nihil in a condescending tone. I'm not sure if this man's words are serious. It's possible he's stating things he doesn't even think about in his mind to put exploration in there, but he doesn't like it nonetheless.
"Even Midori does what he wants. That one."
Turning his back on the apricot, he said so and the dog owner left.
(You're doing what you want, but you think it's impeccable to stop? Or are you trying to tell me you're wrong? Obviously, you're on your way to ruin, but you want me to do one word of that and be a bystander? What are you doing here in the first place? Are you sure you just came by for a little while?
Various questions came to mind in the apricot head, but I realized that I couldn't help thinking about any of them, and resumed sketching.