Play with Mad Scientists!

Two days after one of the taboos, Lu Taniguchi, was buried, True was leaving Euthanasia City and taking a taxi to the city centre.

The place we arrived was a huge building.

Once inside the building, the entrance is surprisingly wide and the unique interior creates a bewildering atmosphere. From floors and ceilings to fountains and plants, countless long, colorful glass bars stretched from every place emit pale light from the interior. The plants are planted beautifully alongside ornamental plants with white leaves and red fruit at the tips of branches where the trunks are twisted and entangled in three parts. The staggered wall near the ceiling was decorated with a large stained glass depicting an angel of conception notification.

This building belongs to the person you are about to meet. Her taste was at the entrance to the building, and it seemed as if it was being fully demonstrated.

When you give your name at the reception, all of a sudden there are signs of vigilance at the entrance. Signs are being released by the guardsmen.

"Please wait at the coffee shop in the back"

While I was walking to the coffee shop as directed by the receptionist, I truly felt Guardman's gaze all the way over here. Truth walks without being aware of it or alert like them.

Enter the coffee shop. All the walls are glass doors, and the shop is round from the outside. If you make any suspicious moves, the Guardman will move instantly. My gaze still remains poured.

After about two minutes, a coffee shop was visited by people who wanted to see him. Late teens or early twenties, I'm not sure I'm old but I only know I'm young, I'm a semi-long red-haired white woman. Next to it is the face I saw - Yukiko Du Feng.

"Nice to meet you -. I missed you. Not a social dictionary."

Greeting in japanese, protracted, the woman she was looking for smiled. It was a loving smile, unlike anyone who had been the head of a giant secret society for so many centuries.

The head of Job's Reward, a secret Christian society - commonly known as Sister - sits down in a seat across the street from the truth. Yukiko stands at the entrance to the coffee shop.

"I'm glad you responded. You're not dressed as a Sister, either."

I saw an outfit called a grey business suit and said the truth.

"The first time I see you, you often tell me. Speaking of the origins of that designation, it's a long story, but you want to hear it?

Rather than being light-hearted and joking, it really came down to the fact that they were talking, with the desire to enjoy conversation, communicate and be close.

He was a strange person. Just being facing each other like this, aura to soothe your feelings, or it makes your heart feel at ease warm air. Just look at the facial phase and you'll see that he's kind and good. Similar impressions are remembered from Natsuko Takagi, the boss of pure child and sigh addiction, but the aura being released from this woman felt even more overhead.

"If it's a long time, do it again. There's something I'd like to ask you before we get down to business."

"What is it?

"How did you know to respond to me? For hundreds of years, you were one of those who bullied the world from behind, and you answered my call."

"You can't measure people's distance in a position. Momo, you're in a good position, but you can't go anywhere by yourself and see anyone. Besides, I wanted to ask that question. They say Junko's direct assassin, but how could you tell Junko to me?

"I'm not his faithful hound. I'm on his side to poke him. And eventually..."

So cut the words, true to mouth the tea.

"I'm going to revamp him. That's one of my three purposes."

Sister lurked a grin and remained silent for a while in the words the truth had spoken sarcastically.

"What are the other two -

Sister asks with a strange face.

"Protecting him when he's in crisis. Will I be able to protect you, precisely? That's the second. The third is revenge."

"Excuse me - but I also wonder if I can rely so much on Junko to live. I tried it from Junko, and on the other hand I'm happy, I think some parts of you are sorry -. That girl is very courteous, and she seems to be lying and serious."

There were a few things that really occurred to Sister.

That one where Junko often says happily, "You work for me" and "You scratch me for me," I'm not just kidding. It seems like some parts of me are actually happy and drunk, but the emotions behind it, I really know.

"There is also the nuance of wanting to atone for the sins committed. I..."

At the same time as I uttered it, the words broke off along the way, along with the thought that memories, the worst thing in my life to date, would come through my true back of my brain and my chest was about to be torn apart.

Take a small, deep breath and undo the topic. I can't take care of myself if I'm flirting with my trauma.

"I want information. Neither Tired nor Yukioka will give me the information I want. Though the reasons for not giving me information seem different. [M] Dewgrass milk - I don't want to rely on him like that. I punished him the first time. I don't even want to make a debt to Misaki. I hear" O My Rape "is not a very good friend of Snow Oka, and I feel it's dangerous to rely on it in such an important story. I decided that the person who seemed to be the safest and most likely to be the Sister with deep ties to Yukooka was the eraser. If you've been hostile to Snow Oka for hundreds of years, and you're Yob's reward dong, you seem to know the information I'm craving, and your organization seems relatively decent, so you can feel safe, and maybe tell me. In the first place, I liked the claim of Yob's reward."

After the separation between true stories, Sister again seemed silent and devising something.

"I see. So, what do you want to know? It's not just every piece of information you want to ask me."

"Tell me who, besides you, is hostile to Junko Yukioka, who has a past life"

The story was at the core. After Truth visited the Snow Oka Institute and started fighting under Junko, he went to the truth he wanted to know the most.

"Among them is my vengeful opponent, whom I do not yet know. He turned a blind eye to me. I intend to fight that malice. [M] I guess the reason why I'm tired doesn't tell me is because they're the ones with the lives they want to pass, so they keep me away from them. You're going to protect me. It's a big favor."

"I don't know all the overlife either - I don't. Also, it can vary from one mouthful of overlife to another. Some simply accumulate power and live long - others gain the power of darkness and reign - others. But..."

Sister hesitated for a moment to cut the word to the next word. Truth is, he said he wanted to protect Junko, but because we have to talk about something that might lead to a total denial of it.

"From behind history, the famous overlife of a class that manipulates the world from behind, those in the hierarchy called Step 2, the majority of whom do not see Junko as dangerous and hostile. And me, of course."

In common sense, no matter how much arm you stand in such transcendents, the killer style in the back streets is not something you can fathom.

But Sister also didn't want to deny her true potential or intentions by saying that. There is absolutely nothing in this world. His desire to believe that his thoughts might call for miracles, or that he might gain strength enough to shoulder those with lives that he wanted to pass, was also strong.

"But they're not hostile because of personal grudges or malice, are they? They seem to be neglected because of their ideology, their position as rulers, and the danger of being in the way."

"No. Shh. It's not just about Junko, but there are many cases where we neglect each other's existence over life - The reason is just like you said right now, but it doesn't simply mean you have hatred -. Of course, there are people in there who hate you."

"But without extra malice, I can't do that... Exclusively for those who hold considerable resentment towards Snow Oka. Well, that sounds like a lot of enemies to me because it's about him. Yuzuoka, too, that's all he told me. The malice that was directed at me was a consequence of the malice directed at him."

Hearing the true story, Sister had turned into a sinking face. It has also been truly conveyed that I am seriously hurting my chest thinking about the truth and about Junko. I could not hide it through the poker face, and I could not really see that I was not a very clever person.

"I feel like I've finally made a move lately. People around me were targeted. [M] Just like then. One was killed. I was a lover. Can't you see the guy who imitates that?

"I will understand. I'll know everything. I've never met you before, but I know a lot about you and what happened between you and Junko."

It was obvious at the earliest that Sister knew about it and would not hide it, unlike Junko or Tired.

"Then tell me. Who is my enemy?"

(If he's been pointing land, only his name and face have already been taught by Midori, but whether it matches him or not)

Midori, who read the mind of the land, also gave us information about the person behind the land, to the best of his knowledge. But it wasn't until I read the figure, otherwise I didn't know it was serious. At best, the only thing I know is that he was just someone who cheated on land and used it unilaterally.

"Her name is Rain Shore Lily."

The name Sister uttered coincided with the name of those taught by Midori.

"A woman who used to behave with Junko."

What was then told was unexpected information. But if you ask me, it's not even an unthinkable story. I can't even say it's more of a common story, such as how a twat who decides for some reason has always resented the other person, based on the reason for that decision.

"Tell me what - your revenge can also be the result of just pleasing her. She may be playing on her hands after she sees everything you do."

"Vengeance is stupid. I know that."

Mouth the dialogue over and over again here.

"But even if I don't do anything, he's gonna give me a little something, right? Then there's no way they're gonna shut you up, and it's convenient. Until I liquidate you."

"Does Junko want that?

"He respects my feelings for once."

I didn't say it clearly or was told, but I really knew what it was like to be a pure child.

"I'm grateful to Yukioka, too, and I have some respect for her. It's a rebellion."

It was true that in the course of the story, he had spoken out about something he would never want to say in front of himself. Besides, I was surprised even myself that I spoke in front of the first person I met.

The rain shore lily is made into its nightmare many times.

"Lily, come on, it's boring."

When she split, the girl had a chilled look on her face that she had never shown before.

"The villain character of the creation - someone who was just influenced by fiction - said, 'Look, look, I've been thinking about such an amazing bad guy, too. There's a shallow character that you can see, and a deep character that comes from someone with hell in their head after a real experience."

The red eyes of the girl, who had always had a compelling brilliance, were looked upon by the lily as if they were badly clouded all the time.

"I wonder if Lily is the former? I don't know."

"I'm not sure what you mean? Are you trying to say it's a little thing I'm not getting enough of?

A lily that suppresses agitation and asks with a pull and a laugh.

"Right, well, let's just say this - You just look like a kid who's desperately stretching out and being evil, don't you? It's a little snarky in the middle of adolescence. I guess it's like a defect. It's the art of evil and all the words I use to decorate it, and that's all I see."

Abandoned. Limited. I was cut off. I was stared down. Words like that come to mind behind lilies' brains. A sense of despair and fear that I had never tasted before in my life covered Lily's heart, wounded and deeply pierced.

"Even you... you were a crappy woman."

Sweaty, awake, in a lingering consciousness, a lily that speaks out and whines in her voice.

"And the nightmare that was planted on me by you... this sweet trauma, and once this piece of mine is complete, it will surely disappear without a trace"

Rise and declare toward the void with a distorted look mixed with discomfort and joy.

"I've been waiting. Your precious loved ones will grow. You work so hard to raise it. To ruin all that effort, too."

Immediately after whining in a tone mixed with hate and joy, the phone rings and takes the receiver.

"Okay. Then send me to the living room."

The person on the phone was the butler of the lily hall. When I hear the report and put the phone down, I change from bedtime to my usual white-squeezed clothes and leave my room.

When Lily went to the living room, just in time, the girl, who returned her blurry clothes and bloody, pulled a bloody knife in one hand and came in the room.

"Oh, my gift, you've made the most of it."

Lily smiles contentedly when she sees Akiko Morui, the bloody bloodbath who grinned awesomely.

"The knife is a kind of demon knife, whether it's a woman's power..."

In the middle of the words, Akiko was attacked by lilies. It was a stepping stone in a sensible move, unlike the girl who spent eighteen years in the same house, who kept getting slackened all the time and then continued to be abused for a week. Lily's neck rolls and waves a knife.

"- It's a substitute for being humiliated and continuing to devour her daughter's resentment, empowering similar daughters to carry out killings, and eating even more resentment. You deserve it now, don't you? It's a miracle tour."

Lily, who took the knife without difficulty with her hands, speaks softly. A stiff feeling transmitted over the blade. Akiko met Lily for the first time and shook her hand.

"Akiko, this world was filled with more fun things. You should know that. I'll show you a new world."

Akiko pulled the knife silently. Calculate that it seems more interesting to get the pleasure and the doings ahead of you than just to kill this woman who ruined your life.

"So is it okay if you mean my new mom? You raised me that way, and you made me who I am now, so you can call me that, right?

With a distorted grin on, Akiko next takes something bloody out of her clothes and drops some on the floor.

"Souvenirs for such a mom. Want some?"

Glimpses of them dropped on the floor, and the lilies leak laughter, including pleasure.

"If you'd like to join me, I can go out with you."

"Are you cooking for me? 'Cause if it doesn't taste good, I'm gonna throw it up against my mom's face."

We bumped into each other's offensive glances, and Lily and Akiko laughed at each other.

Its psychiatrist role, called to detention, was the mental care of a thirteen-year-old girl, who recently committed an assault by pistol shooting in the city.

Although several seriously wounded were released, it was fortunate that there were no fatalities due to the incident. But then given the girl's actions, it was obvious to anyone's eyes that she was clearly in an undesirable mental state, and he was to be called.

"Behavior with a passing murderer for a long time, and it seems to have an impact."

The detective in charge explains the situation to the psychiatrist.

"Those eyes, after the arrest, were the ones that pierced the fork themselves. Modern medicine makes it easy to regenerate, but the person is stubbornly refusing. The street killer she was with didn't seem to have any eyesight, so he imitated it."

Referring to a girl covered in bandages, the detective says.

"Boredom value 100, excretion value 5, lust 95... lust can't be dissolved until nightfall. They're watching us."

Mike set up in the holding room picks up the girl's grunt and tells the psychiatrist and detective ears outside.

"What's this?

"I'm whining about bumps and rumblings all by myself. Apparently, you see reality as a video game."

A detective told a surprised psychiatrist.

"I've tried to intentionally generate the same bug as land, but you don't see anything. I wonder if we can look at it more like land."

All my solitaires have been heard. Yep, I didn't know it was being recorded, and Yukie Jindo keeps whining.

"The first quest is to get out of here. But what am I supposed to do? I don't know how to flag an escape."

Yukie lost her land and was desperate, but not anymore. There is hope. Hope - that was the first time Yukie was born, what a wonderful thought.

Reminds me of that cat. After throwing it in the box, that cat kept ringing towards Yukie leaving the scene, even though she was blind, as if she knew she could be thrown away.

"I'm not like that kid. I didn't get dumped. I chose it myself. The path to life alone."

The mouth peeking from under the bandage is shaping the grin. Remove the bandage and the detective and psychiatrist watching outside would have seen Yukie's hopeful, crisp smile.

"Wait over there, Lu. I'll try to complete this game on my behalf."

The girl, who had obtained a definite purpose in her life, was swelling her chest in anticipation of a hopeful future.

End of story