From the feeling of those who have lived peacefully and safely until then, it seems to me to be an event in another world, such as a reported incident.
I know, of course, that's not true by reason. It is possible that today, soon, we will be involved in a bad case without any interruption. I know by reason. But I'm alarmed.
In the third year of marriage, the same applies, of course, to the sailwood hemp seedlings, which are about to become the mother of two children. Ordinary life. Life running only on a safe rail named Normal. I don't even dream about it, like derailing from it. People who derail are talking about a different world. It's none of my business.
"There has been a surge in disappearances over the past few days, and also one day, when suddenly every family evaporates. The police looked at it as an organized kidnapping and conducted an investigation... '
On the way to watching TV news, the ringing bell rings. Caring for his bloated belly, hemp seedlings take a doorphone receiver and show footage in front of the entrance to the apartment.
The courier will be shown. Surprised it might be from my parents' house, I open the door to the apartment entrance and go open the door to my home as well.
The moment the door is opened, the courier quickly clings his foot inside the door and cuts the chain with a tool. And a few men dressed as couriers come in, hold the mouth of the hemp seedlings, and restrain them with accustomed hands.
At that time the hemp seedlings saw their faces. They were all white.
Hemp seedlings and their son were drugged and unconscious, put inside a huge trunk case and taken outside.
A trunk can be placed in the carrier of a car disguised as a delivery truck. Plus some of them get inside the carriage.
At first glance, it seemed like it was just a task to carry commonplace baggage, and no one cared about the sight - but it wasn't. Someone was watching the situation all the time.
Nobody even notices that the two watchers rode on top of the carrier before the truck left.
Inside the carrier, hemp seedlings put out of the trunk case regained consciousness and I was surprised to see what was going on around me and what was happening to me.
There are only twenty people in captivity, sitting in a stuffed state. Some of them have sons who turn one.
I tried to call my son by his name, but I can't because of the monkeys. Near the entrance, several white men dressed as couriers sit down.
So hemp seedlings remembered. News that was circulating before they were exposed. The kidnapping of a whole family, supposedly organized. That wasn't just a recent incident. At intervals of several months, it occurs intensively and is noisy in the press every time.
To a suddenly broken safety pact in life, hemp seedlings are captured in bottomless fear and despair. Why yourself? How can it be in your eyes when you haven't done anything wrong? Luck. Just bad luck. Reason knows that's all. But I'm not convinced.
It's not just about hemp seedlings. All those who were exposed on this occasion were swayed by trucks with anxiety and despair in their hearts with similar thoughts. If there were one exception, it would be just the son of the hemp seedlings still asleep.
"Wow, what is it? I can't believe I can't get my hands on anything while I witness it."
There were those on the carrier of that truck who called out to repentance, but no one noticed. The voice alone doesn't look like him in the first place.
"Now I have no choice. In the meantime, we can only see where they're going. That's a huge achievement."
Different voices say it so that you can fool them.
"I take this many people, and I don't know what I'm going to do, but the more time passes, the more dangerous it can be. If they let me out of the country and trafficked people, etc., I need to help out while I'm on land because I have a tougher pursuit on the boulder than that. Gather your people while you can. We definitely need to help."
"Rah. Rescue operations begun."
An invisible pair, each in a mood.
It has been about six months since the establishment of the Chocolate Resistance, a starter organization with only three constituents.
The job comes in there. Sometimes it screws up, but as a relatively high success rate starter, the ratings have risen slightly. However, there are parts of the evaluation that are much more problematic.
The head of the organization is shaken, and the steering of the organization itself is shaken, but Rin separates all the actions in the field as a conductor.
Rin was in a position to work out the shaking and ten nights to take care of Rin, as Rin once beat his know-how to live in the back street by Junko, but from Rin's eyes, these two are dangerous for ever.
That it is still in the form of being a senior who takes care of himself. That's the big problem, and I've been thinking about it from day to day.
(It's been six months, so I want you to do something about it. At least I didn't bother Junko's hand so far.)
I've been thinking about the same thing many times lately. Ten nights and shakes, progress has been made, but the problem is that it remains a waste of time.
(You said it was tight in yesterday's training, but you don't know how serious you took it either)
From what I have seen, what is decisively missing from them is prudence and tension. The time of six months is never short on the back street. In the meantime, the shaking and ten nights grew remarkably. But Doji stands out at the heart because Rin will soon send out a help boat.
"Until now, we've been acting together a lot. Depending on the situation, something can happen that needs to be split between two hands. As a matter of fact, there have been many more advantageous phases, but you couldn't take them off my watch because you were in danger. There have been many bad phases without my help right now. But, you know, because of the number of people, don't you even want to make more of them alive?
Rin was in preaching mode ten nights before Rin at the office. Ten nights was shrinking with regret, but I am listening to Rin in a sincere manner.
"Uh, but that's okay. Come on, does that mean we're strong enough to support each other? With the view that there are three people filling in each other's gaps."
The problem was the shaker. He is talented and capable of acting, but has been in a predicament several times because of his lack of prudence. Besides, there are not many signs of reflection on that.
"Listen to me first! You're not always sweet!
Besides I don't even try to listen seriously to my story, Rin was rarely pretty. Rin himself was so surprised that he was absurd about nature and his voice. Shaking and ten nights, it was not uncommon for Rin to preach to me, but this was the first time I had been clearly yelled at, and I saw Rin with a surprised face.
"I'm sorry...... You told me about us."
Shaking on the boulder also becomes ill-defined, and he bows his head deeply with a strange look. Rin also breathes out loudly, remembering how ill-defined he was to yell at him.
Then for a few decades or so, heavy silence flowed.
"If a phase arises from your next job that you can judge to be more advantageous if you act differently, you will make that decision relentlessly."
Rin told him, as if to strike a chase.
"Of course, I'll follow you if you seem to have a lot of difficulty. But think that's embarrassing, too. Six months later, there's no way this level is going to happen. I'm sorry I over-protected you. But I've been overprotective."
We also know that helping those with higher difficulty remains overprotective after all. If you don't let go enough to stop the extra help itself, you'll remain spoiled. But let it go and we won't talk about it in Buddha as a result.
"Or I'll act alone, and you two will act together."
If it's for training, I think it's better this way.
"I wonder if you'd rather have a set of shakes with me alone."
"I think so too."
The two boys agree.
"Well, that depends on the situation, too. Want to train a little? Because I play the part of a ghost, you guys run away from me and go to your destination. The goal is to score a goal for either one"
"Heh, sounds interesting"
A shake makes my eyes shine on the suggestion.
"You don't naturally use witchcraft, do you?
"I'm going to bury it."
On the confirmation of the ten nights, he replied with a grin.
"It's good for both of us to think about the route and, in some cases, try to use it. Well, let's start now. The goal is Euthanasia Station. 'Cause I'm going out there and I'm going after him in five minutes."
Say and stand up.
"Okay, let's do our best. No, ten nights."
While looking sideways at the moody shake and the anxious face ten nights on the other hand, he walks out of the office.
(That sounds like an interesting attempt inside. Hope it works)
Machida calls out in his head.
Using Machida's technique, he creates a subspace tunnel and moves to the rooftop of a three-story apartment across the street from his office. The entrance to the building where the office is located can be seen from here.
"We have to do it right. If I really did, it wouldn't be training because Keri would just follow me, and it would be in a way that I would adjust."
With the pendant of the snake's entangled cross, he speaks out to Machida. Ten nights and before working with the two shakers, I used to speak to Machida fleshly, but it is the boulder that speaks and talks in front of them.
"That adjustment will have to change ad hoc depending on how those kids get out, and it could be a good training for me."
(I'm jealous of you because I was just mentoring you to speak up)
"I also miss that Mr. Machida gave me a lot of attention when I ran out. Those kids are still immature even though they can't say they're running out anymore..."
The conversation stopped on the way. Because he saw a taxi stop in front of the office building.
A shaking ten nights into the cab from inside the building, the cab keeps running away towards the station.
(Don't you have to chase me?
Makita speaks out in a squeaky manner in the midst of a
"Those shitty hungry bastards..."
He clenched his fist and shook it, and he moaned in Doth's resourceful voice.
A few minutes later - there was a ten-night and shaky appearance that lined up beside the road in front of the station and ate a sermon in a situation exposed to the crowd.
"So I told you to stop..."
Ten nights whisper and sway foolishly as he nags consciously at the eyes.
"I wonder why this shouldn't be... They didn't tell you not to use a vehicle by the rules. Don't you cheat because you lost?
"Then take a taxi straight to your destination and tell me what the hell training will be."
Undauntingly and dignified, he said in a chilled tone to the shake of questioning.