Play with Mad Scientists!

The day after the day of liberation that had been brought forward, the casualties had climbed to as many as two hundred, even if it were only to be found.

The brainwashing of the upper echelons of the police was unraveled, and at last a forced investigation was carried out at the denominational headquarters, but all remaining believers in the headquarters were moderates, those who did not participate on the day of liberation, and all those who participated on the day of liberation have been arrested or are dead.

No matter how rigorous the investigation was, it was difficult to hear the presence of the Patriarch from their mouths.

Some were even put into the supernatural power of reading the hearts of others, but the moment they read the hearts of the faithful, they exclaimed, sprayed bubbles and passed out, ending up with the result of going to the hospital.

The pivotal patriarch was mingled among the faithful and watched television flat at the entrance of this House. Even when a police officer came by, he was doing it without even being the subject of an investigation by lightly hypnotizing him to recognize that he didn't see himself.

Midori grabbed the TV and the internet all day and enjoyed the news of Liberation Day and the noisy internet reaction.

Midori liked the theory that the patriarch was actually fictional and that the executives were merely directing him in power in response to the fact that the patriarch had not yet been found. I also assume it's the police officer officials who are saying that. Because it would be more convenient to take it to the police.

"Why don't you wrap it up in that scenario? That's what the dog keeper explains."

And I put it on the dog owner of the surviving executive...

"That's not funny as far as I'm concerned. You should leave it mysterious and mysterious."

The dog owner said no with a tired face. Because he was thoroughly questioned by the police for one of the remaining executives. Besides being a celebrity, my face and name have been on TV for a long time.

That night Midori gathered the faithful at the entrance to say their final farewell.

"Can't you ever come back here again?

An ancient sen elderly believer from my father's day speaks up. A former number two man who was my father's assistant, a face I've known since Midori was a baby. Along with the dog breeder, he was counted as a surviving moderate executive and kept in police custody all day long.

"Sometimes I come back to visit. Ooh. But the Patriarch is gone. And then there's the third generation of patriarchs. Stand up and do your best."

The colour of discouragement appears even more clearly in the faces of the faithful who did not originally float in the words Midori said with a smile.

"Even so, Midori was going to try her best to be a good patriarch if she lost to Midori. This is how it turned out. Or would you rather have a more mundane patriarch? Should I have been as dignified as I've been, often in a better mood, usually making harlems, and fluttering around like a pattern?

"He was a great patriarch."

A young woman of the faithful said in a tearful voice.

"Isn't that great? You don't have anyone to complain about. That was fun."

The dog owner smiles and strokes Midori's head.

"Your father was, in a way, an unusual kind of patriarch of emerging religions."

Ex-number two ancient ginseng executives said.

"Wow... and you look like a normal old man naturally, because you were certainly an unusual type as a patriarch, and I didn't have to either, so I tried to stay myself"

In fact, I wasn't aware of my father or anything, I was just behaving the way Midori wanted to, but in the sense of putting on the face of an ancient ginseng executive and his late father, I decided to do that.

After the faithful who spared their farewell, Midori came out of this house, but there were those who followed him. Dog breeder.

"Fluffy? What's wrong?"

"You know what I mean. I've been telling you a hard story in front of those guys."

Walking alongside Midori, the dog owner grins.

"I've generally come to your senses, but are you satisfied? No... so your willingness to create is back?

In contrast, Midori asks in the face.

"It's been a pretty good stimulus. It's not enough."

"Just for that, you burned them, and you still can't?

"That's a misunderstanding. It's not just for me. Not just for you, of course. It came true because we all potentially wanted it. There was always gunpowder in his heart. I dropped a cigarette fire on the fuse that leads to the gunpowder. There was no certainty that the fire would hit well."

"That's right, you're the one who started it... not really. It's strange that it's me. Although it cannot be said that the faithful themselves had darkness growing in their hearts, it can also be said that it was the unfortunate fate that created that darkness"

"No, I'm the starting point. That's for sure."

The dog owner gives a distorted grin.

"I just lied to one of my followers. Midori said she was looking forward to liberation day. That lie was a bet, and it was just playful. Right...... a little easier to understand the analogy of the cigarette earlier, throw the cigarette inside the private house and bet to a degree on whether or not it will be a fire. The result was a big fire that burned many houses. It was fun. That lie spread instantly within the church, and you held it back without denying it, too. That was a bet, too. If the Patriarch denied it, my lies would have ended there. With just one lie, there was a festival where so many lives were taken, so many lives were taken, so much pain and enthusiasm danced and went crazy. The world moved with just one lie I told, and one of the events was engraved in history. Yeah, that's nice."

Midori was listening to the dog owner in silence. The dog owner was a little surprised by the bare gesture as if he had no interest whatsoever. We've been dating a long time, but I've never seen Midori react like this before. I'm not sure what you're thinking either. But the dog keeper doesn't mind continuing the conversation.

"In the end, I can't help but think about who was wrong, the roots of all evil, the beginning. Many factors overlapped, and drama was born. In the laws and values of the world, it can be said that it is extremely foolish to make only the person who committed the crime guilty, but to ignore the background circumstances that formed it. With an education that nurtures people's minds, a social receptacle, and a high degree of folklore, things like this would be hard to happen. The theory that society is bad also sounds like a seemingly pitiful excuse, but it's also a fact that you shouldn't turn away, because it's a side of the truth. Why do crime rates obviously vary from country to country? It's my idea because of the differences in cultures, folklore, education, and social situations that we grew up in."

"So, was that fun?

Midori, who was silently listening to the person's long and wide tongue, the beginning of the fire play, stopped his legs in all likelihood and finally opened his mouth.

"I've told you many times that it was fun. I was a bystander up close, and I was the most scuffed. It's like life is scattered. Rebellion with life tipped. Panicking, moaning, grieving, the avenged. If this isn't cool, it's crazy."

Dog breeder answering grandiose with a smile. Midori says nothing. Midori is not a similar idea, nor is it a similar sentiment. But it's subtly uneven. It is also a place where the discrepancy is decidedly different.

"Midori was their patriarch. Wow. It was fun, and I'm just like the dog owner who scurried, but that's not the only way to end it. I don't care about the people they killed. Because they're their enemies. Enemies are also perceived as enemies to Midori. But, you know, it's not like you don't care about the fact that you let those guys die. There's no way you're gonna get away with this."

To Midori's remarks, the grin disappears from the dog owner's face. There's no way I don't know what that means.

"It's not as good as it sounds right now. What's the dog owner going to do now?

"I'm not going to church. I have other work to do. I had a relationship with Himejima and you here, so I was just there. And keep writing novels again. I'm not writing a sentence. Keep projecting the stories I draw in my head in real life. I don't know if I can do it well. I guess it just happened to work this time."

Where the dog breeder said so, the two reached the entrance to the denominational facility. The taxi Midori has already called has arrived and is waiting.

"Well, then I guess I'll see you again. Well, cheer up."

"You, too."

Wave at each other.

Midori takes a taxi.

A taxi departs and Midori looks out the window. In addition to the fact that it is a place away from people at night, I can't see much of anything. It's about grass bushes and trees.

Stop looking out the window and Midori looked up at the cab ceiling. And I think of the dead believers.

(Sorry, you asked me to play a little funny, so I'm going out with you. I'll go to everyone when I'm done. Midori's going that way, wait)

Speak and smile without speaking to your voice.

(Sure, guys, I might have pulled a hassle in this world. In the next life, I'm praying to pull the trigger. And for that, I'm glad you're dead and let it reset, aren't you? Besides, let me do whatever I want at the end of the day. But... my soul has learned that happiness depends to a certain extent on having a heart, right? So in the next life, I guess I can attract a hit. Everybody, on their own. That last tabletop return from Midori - that one that I said the opposite of what I've been saying - will surely take advantage of everyone next. You'll save me. Wow. This originator is an apricot sister, though)

As a result, some of the faithful were desperate, but many of them embraced Midori's last words before going into the other world. Midori is convinced that he must have been engraved in his soul. That will lead to their happiness in the next life.

Brew coffee for three, and the Happy Moon will take you to the living room. There was a tall man in the living room and a white-squeezed woman.

The woman never took a white soft hat when she was indoors. At least I've never seen the Moon at one time. I always wear the same clothes. Full body whitewash. White blouse with frills, white long skirt and lace white gloves.

"Thank you, Happy Moon"

Take the coffee made by Mizuki with grace. Mutsuki knows that the bloodless hands under the lace gloves do fine work without difficulty, as do the biological hands.

"Hayama-san, don't you drink?

Mutsuki speaks to the man who is hitting on TV. I don't know what you're thinking, and he was the one with little decent response back, but Mutsuki didn't particularly care.

"Maggots make me a delicious cup of coffee... no, I can drown in a cup of coffee... woohoo... literary"

"Delicious?"

Mutsuki asks Ip Mountain to repeat an unintelligible statement.

"This coffee is an execution ground. Take it beyond what you think is delicious. Even though I am destined to drown in this, I still look like a person, so I can enjoy the flavor. Do you have any idea what this means?

"Aha, I don't know, and I don't even want to know"

To Ye Shan, who asks with a true face, Mutsuki smiles back and says so.

"And you're so stupid. The fanatics of Megalodon of Thin Happiness."

A glance at the TV, a woman mocks. Ever since yesterday, when the simultaneous and multiple religious terrorist attacks in the name of Liberation Day, every show features the Megalodon of Thin Happiness.

"Bringing tragedy to the world. How long have you been here? But you can't shatter the balls. To that extent, we know the tragedy that creates."

"No... Lily, that's got a flair for it. Yes, like Kagelow."

Ip Mountain pinches his mouth. The woman, called Lily, continues to argue, as if not by will.

"To sprinkle more malice and create a more beautiful and enjoyable tragedy, tragic playwrights should also continue to live. So many tragedies could have been brought to the world if we had left every outside enemy and lived for hundreds of years. I can only do this kind of passing through, and I can only scatter my life, but I can't even imagine the realm."

When he was good at it, Lily drank coffee.

"But the patriarch of Thin Happy Megalodon was quite the bearer of power, wasn't he? The assassins and the magicians sent from all over the place, they were all repelled. Come on. Mr. Ip Shan, I've often come back with a command."

"Ugh... please don't. I'm not a big deal. It was just a maggot that people wouldn't notice."

When Mutsuki praises him, Ip Mountain openly illuminates him and humbles him as he punctuates his eyes.

"What was the patriarch called the Princess like?

Lily asks Ip Shan.

"I don't know. No, you must have seen it many times in a speech or something, but I only remember the fact that there was a patriarch on the spot when he murdered the target, Yunzuka Apricot. So, it seems that some kind of supernatural force was used, and I lost my memory of who he was."

"Really? It's a shame. I was interested, but I can't help it."

Though I say so in my mouth, as far as I can hear it, I am sure that I am the bearer of considerable power, and the threat was a lily stronger than the interest. We've also received reports that the target is kind, so if we identify this one and strip him of his fangs, he'll make an extra enemy.

"I hope it doesn't get in the way of our game."

"Haha, I wonder where the game is finally starting or something?

Mutsuki spills a laugh all the time just saying she was waiting. But neither Lily nor Ye Shan realized that his eyes were not laughing.

"The game with Junko has been around for years. I just pinched a little pause along the way."

Lily narrows her eyes and spills an elegant smile.

"I waited until Junko's favorite girl grew up. Isn't it about time?

Let the lily project a holographic display into the universe.

The display showed the face of one girl, and Mutsuki opened her eyes wide. It's someone Mutsuki knows. No, the majority of the people watching TV would know.

"My next target is... Mika Tsukinawa. Let's be this girl. It's a sign of what Junko thinks when he sees someone close to him who's been killed and his heart shattered."

"Then let's go quickly. Wow... maggot-walk..."

"Please wait. Let's leave this job to that kid. Sometimes I need to use it for you."

Lily calling off Ip Mountain trying to leave the room. With the word "that child" and the word "occasionally," Ip Mountain has largely pimped.

"He would be in America now. I don't know where I am in America. I'm also talking about missing the 'Battlefield Tea Time' that I already belonged to in the United States, so what I'm looking for is more trouble than catching flys flying around with chopsticks with my feet. Maybe even America later."

"Ask an informer for that area. If it's the police over there, you'll be able to figure out where you are faster, and there are some intelligence organizations that work with the police overseas, so it's good to be around there."

"He's a monster. If it's analogous in the insect world, it's Rio."

"Yeah, that kid's a monster. Surely it would be dangerous if you handled it the wrong way. But that's why it can be my hand. You need to give it a moderate mission to keep it out of hand. She was looking forward to her mission."

At first it was a good moon that I didn't know who I was referring to, but I was listening to the conversation between Lily and Ye Shan and understood who it was among Lily's subordinates.

"The guy, I don't know him, but he's one of the same taboos as me, right?

Mutsuki asks with the awareness that she is in line with herself.

"Yeah, she's the worst taboo ever."

Lily said, as if to deny the awareness of the same line of the Good Moon.

I'm home.

The first voice I've played in a long time echoes the living room of the Snow Oka Institute.

"No, this meeting was rough too. I wonder if the milk array was particularly awesome. I can't lose, either. We need to work harder. Oh, this is a souvenir. A variety of American-like, suspiciously colored, unsavory treats..."

Junko, who returned from the 886th International Conference of Mad Scientists in the United States, mingled with his usual faces in the living room and realized that there was one strange face.

"Hmm? Which one?"

"Yummy."

The girl, featuring long dark hair and skinny skin, sits on the same couch in a shape that sticks to her true side, raises her hand and greets her.

A little further away, he watches TV with his tired face plugged for some reason.

"I want you to be a part of this place from today, you don't mind, do you? No objection. Yes, whoa."

"Nice to meet you."

True to decide unilaterally shortly after pinching the words, and Midori lovingly laughs with a slight tooth at Junko's face, as if she had shown it to him.

"Oh, yes."

The history was completely unclear, but he was a pure child who acknowledged it with a pompous face, without asking.

Let's play with the princess of the shit pot. End of story.