The terrorist crackdown also came in the evening to see a paragraph of signs. With the earlier wide-show jack and live public execution broadcasts on the border, no reports of terrorism have come in to the police.
"Ooh, the reaction of the internet. I've heard so much admiration on the air."
Multiple displays were projected into space, and Umezu was the one comparing them.
"The killer of Wavejack treated me like a hero. There was a word for heroes if you killed a million people, but a few of them would have been enough. They're all hungry for stimulation. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm gonna tell you. This is human nature, isn't it? If you think that a country that still carries out public executions is blamed for savagery, but you don't turn away from human nature and admit it, you don't have to say that that's the right country."
Umezu is also Umezu, excited and rapped.
"Why didn't the police go to the TV station? It also says a lot..."
Matsumoto also projects an image in front of him and is surprised as he browses the net.
"Is that all you do? Like around the Megalodon headquarters in Thin Happiness, the cops who went to the TV station were struck in spirit by the supernatural powers of the Patriarch?
"No, you're not."
Umezu turns to Matsumoto for a distorted grin.
"Me, I left it alone because I hate mass garbage. To be exact, I told the others that I didn't have to go because we were in charge, and I let them go. Once upon a time, mass garbage was scattered around in the way of investigations and reports of police acting like bad guys. You're a bad cause and effect. It's a lot of trouble. Otherwise, a lot of people were killed, but when I heard the executive's speech about the companion, I felt right to leave him alone."
"Hey, hey, can I do that"
"Isn't that nice?
Umezu narrowed his eyes and removed his gaze from Matsumoto.
"As I said before, I'm not denying terrorism altogether. Too much hunting down would be the bottom line of society, but if you find out that you're serious about stripping your fangs, you can't do it while you're at it. Thanks to his flashy acts of terrorism, he could be a bit of a sweet society, huh? No fewer crimes or suicides."
"It's too much of a problem statement for the police, that"
"I was originally a resident of the back street. I'm not a socialist."
In response to Matsumoto's words, Umezu said away with ridicule.
"Just because that makes me a police officer, it's a sinful destruction of the evil that I once committed, a lit sense of justice that simply wants to help people in need, or because I'm a former backstreet resident and I know how those guys feel, that's why I think backstreet squad assignments are appropriate. I don't think it's necessarily a good idea to maintain order in society. Because there are so many people who sacrifice that order and underpin the happiness of others."
"The wind feels unnecessarily tight on those out of the social framework, and the human rights deprivation of the weak seems pretty good."
In response to Matsumoto's words that said so back, Umezu came up with a few ideas. It's not even an impossible story.
"There's a back street for the guy who doesn't fit into the social framework, and I hope he picks up more over there"
With a hopeful observational answer, it was Umezu clouding the tea.
On the way to the hospital by ambulance, Erica kept whining about the curse words under her oxygen mask.
"Princess...... I can't believe you denied me on the earthen. I can't believe anything anymore..."
Shortly after taking the suicide medication, Midori, who appeared in Erica's spirit, spoke as if the opposite had happened before. World Affirmation. Affirmation of life. Denial of Megalodon of Thin Happiness. In fact, Midori didn't even deny the Megalodon of Thin Happiness, but Erica had received it that way.
From Midori, it was at the time of death, so I thought I could preach Midori's optimistic ideas to the disgusting believers, and they were largely successful.
I could understand that it was Midori who was combining ruinous ideas with an optimistic outlook on life, and I could accept that many believers had originally liked Midori, and that Midori preached the beauty of the world at the end because she really cared about herself.
But it was counterproductive to Erica. Her curse and resentment were stronger than her faith in Midori and her love for the followers of Midori.
"You die before you are born... son of the devil... no, be born truly son of the devil... you can bring further evil into this rotten world..."
I shrug so consciously about my abdomen, laughing powerlessly.
Cursing those who believed, cursing the child in his belly, cursing his life, cursing everything in the world, Erica took her breath away.
The fetus, then removed from Erica's body, which was transported inside the hospital, was quickly placed in an artificial uterine capsule filled with culture fluid.
This artificial uterus, built quite a while ago as an anti-abortion measure, is kept in the same condition in the capsule as in the fetus, and the fetus can sustain life. It was a fetus of Erica, who had cardiopulmonary arrest during the excision phase, but resuscitated in the capsule.
"Thank you. He's a very vital child. What do you mean, your mother's a faithful Megalodon?
In front of a capsule with the fetus in it, the doctor asks the nurse.
"Yeah, he tried and failed a bombing attack and killed himself."
"If you succeeded, you were going to have it, but you tried to kill yourself with every baby in your stomach because you failed"
"I'm careless when I say this, but I'm also glad only the baby helped"
"What are you talking about? My parents are better off saving me. Even if he's a criminal, he's a fanatic."
"Excuse me."
"You just can't help but think like this. He doesn't want me to be like my mother, he wants my heart to grow up..."
The conversation between the doctor and the nurse had reached the inside of the capsule, as well as the ears of the fetus. The fetus could never understand the word, but it could be remembered.