Junko, True and Tired moved the room to meet with another experimental bench applicant.
"Looks like we're here..."
Tired and squeaky. Truth is, I don't feel any signs at all. But only tired and Junko seem to notice.
"Hmm, this is Eko's subspace tunnel. Ah. Interesting inside."
It doesn't show in the true eye, but it seems to be visible to Junko, who sees a space with nothing and says it in a rare tone.
"You say one dimension is uneven, but you can see this one"
There is a hole in the interior space, an adorable outdoor appearance, which is stated in a pale tone.
It's the first time I've seen both True and Junko, but it's what Eko himself looks like in the urban legend. He has a short, moth-like tactile sensation and a dog-like fuzzy tail. Almost white all over the body, but black in the tip from the elbow and black in touch. Black hair is also mixed with tail hair. Black around the eye butt, too.
"It's not Eko, it's Warico's Massago. I thought you texted me.
Waliko, named Missago, sees Junko.
"Whatever Eko is, I've never heard of Warico before. I got a lot of explaining ahead of time though. Racially the same. What is it?
True asks, looking rarely at the adorable figure. This isn't the first time I've seen a monster kind of thing, but Eko's appearance has a medium impact.
"I want to get things done quickly. Will you help me or not?"
Ignoring the truth, Misago said with Junko pointed.
"What kind of power do you want?
"I'm craving a hands-on helper. After the project I have, my body can use it as a material for human experiments as it pleases. I want the help of Junko Yukioka, Makoto Aizawa, and Rei Shizuno."
"No... we don't accept that..."
To Massago, who makes his request in a serious tone, Junko, who laughs bitterly.
"Regardless of the tiredness, there are a lot of times these days when I and Yukioka have moved to help. When the hope of falling in the back streets comes, it's worth taking care of and burning."
Turn towards Junko. True.
"That's it, this is it. Futuristic kids, kids with dreams, even I want to support them. Those kids will be volunteering for the test bench first."
Turning bitterness into the usual uncontrolled laugh, Junko says.
"Basically, by my rules, I can't take on the form of giving you as much power as you can help."
"Fine. Hit the others. You can like me after the rescue, but I can't wait to be turned into an experimental bench and killed first. Farewell."
Gently turned down by Junko, Misago opens the door to the subspace and tries to just walk away.
(Rescue?)
The words of Massago really caught my eye.
"Wait. What's a rescue?
True stopped Massago.
"If you don't have the edge, you don't have to talk. Being a Wally Co doesn't change my nature from an Eko. This life is dedicated to helping innocent people."
"No, I'll help you."
"What's the price?
True to offer, a mass about to enter the subspace tunnel asks backwards.
"I don't want it. No, I just need you to promise me that you won't come here again on an experimental platform application."
To the true word, Misago becomes a decent face, and Junko opens his mouth gently.
"... ok. But I can't solve it. Is that all right with you?
"That's okay. Because I'm baked. [M] I don't know what's going on, but you're trying to help a stranger. I wanted to, too, so I will. So, what's the problem?
"Right. Thank you."
"Hey, hey, true you, isn't that terrible?
Junko pokes at the truth and the Massago, who proceeds on his own.
"I mean, it's your fault for being greedy."
"More than that, you...... what kind of help did you need and you came here? True at least... you should hear that and then decide... okay?
Tired finally speaks.
"Let's know about another recent and frequent series of mass abductions. That was also the work of the environmental terrorist 'Sea Chihuahua'. Regardless, Buck has a 'Grim Penis'"
Hearing the names of those two organizations, Junko turns to an intriguing face.
Serial mass abductions, in which whole families disappear, occur on a regular basis. Once it happens, it's happening all over Japan.
There is a strong view of organized crime and the police have publicly stated that they have never had a clue, but there is also a strong theory that the power actually works enough to put pressure on the police to obstruct the police investigation itself.
"If that's what Grimm Penis did, we can certainly put pressure on the police."
Junko smiles deeply. According to the region, the Japanese police were extremely good in the second half of the twenty-first century. A huge criminal society called Backstreet has been established, and they don't imitate police blades. It's a story that lacks reality, such as completely escaping that police eye and performing a series of mass abductions on a regular basis.
"On behalf of the immobile police, these days Eko and the others are pinpointing that organized crime and hitting the rescue. But because they have a code that says they can't hurt humans, they can't do what they think. A rescue method using subspace has already been understood, and even the magician who sees through it is in the enemy"
"Jeffrey, is that you?
Junko said. I really thought of the person first. He is an executive of Sea Chihuahua, deeply related to Pure Son and True.
"Junko Yukioka came here because he said it was a good idea to ask for help, as opposed to his two organizations."
Look at Junko, Misago.
"Mm-hmm. Then I'll work with you. It's certainly not a frivolous story. Grimm penis is one of my stocks. Hey. I have enough motive to move. As I adapt to the rules, I need an experimental bench, so we can talk about using sea chihuahuas and grim penises that happen to be the subject of discussion out of the stock."
"It's roundabout...... right? I'll help you because I want to, but I think it's okay... right?
I tell Junko, smiling strangely tired, as if to let everyone on the spot tell him why I move.
"No, that's a bit of an evil Mad Scientist. Oh, yeah. If you need manpower, why don't you and Akiko come with us? Especially Akiko, because she felt like she wanted to go through a lot."
I truly wondered what it would be like to suddenly let Akiko, an unknown member of the public, go through such an experience, no matter what you think, but I didn't put it in my mouth.
Where Masago disappeared, Junko opened the net and examined recent accompaniments of Grimm Penis and Sea Chihuahua.
The first thing that caught my eye was that executive Angelina Harris was on her way to Japan and would soon be doing a cruising tour aimed at whale watching. The name of the luxury passenger ship used for the tour is the Dream Popus.
Since there have been several cruising tours in the past, Junko examines past days. Subsequently, the timing of recurrent cases of mass abduction was also examined.
"This is blatant again."
Junko smiles oddly when he sees both occurring at the exact same time.
"The person who was taken is said to have been brought into the passenger ship?
I truly guessed the fact.
"It's hard for the police to get their hands on here, either. Even if Grimm Penis puts pressure on the government, the police aren't doing anything. For example, if you're just arranging a smuggler to sail, you can stop sailing and force an investigation. But I think it's hard for the police to step into a luxury passenger ship where Grimm Penis welcomes people on the street as guests and tours under pressure and under duress. If that comes off, it ruins the position and face of the police, and Grim Penis is more and more susceptible to pressure. As a police officer, I can't make mistakes."
Junko's thoughts were roughly the same as his true guess.
"On the contrary, if the police hold onto solid evidence, Grimm Penis will be less likely to interfere with the Japanese government in the future."
True says. As a police officer, the existence of a grim penis is abominable, so I presume that you would want to brighten up the evil and take it in a direction where inadvertent interference is difficult.
"All right, let's take this tour, too. Ugh. So, let's get Angelina and Jeffrey as a test bench. Sometimes it's a good idea to enjoy a boat trip. If you blow it up and let it sink after you have fun, it will also be devastating to the grim penis. If the person who was being held was also put on the boat, you can help him at last. Yeah, I think I'll ask her out."
Junko makes a phone call when she speaks with a pleasant face.
"Hello, are you making progress?
"Ulurukas, I'll kill you. What do you want?"
A strange sounding voice responds.
"It's not a big deal, but I was going to hang out with Milk's loathsome Grimm Penis. In the case of a serial mass kidnapping, the Grim Penis said that the person who took it was taken to the cruise ship, so the tour is launched to help it."
Junko's words were received, and the other person across the phone - Grass Dew Milk - was silenced for a few seconds.
"I was wondering if you'd like some milk with me?
Once milk has been exploited by Sea Chihuahua, a Grim Penis running dog, deprived of the vampire virus, which is the result of research. I am quite angry about that and fiercely hostile to both organizations.
'It's a pleasant invitation, though. Hate. I'm so busy right now. Invite me to another opportunity. They stole my research, and they disgraced me. I'll never forgive you. Kill the bees without leaving one, chop them up, fertilize the fields, and let them contribute to the maintenance of the global environment. "
"If I were you, I'd bury you alive and put you on fertilizer. Hey. The cost of bait to make fertilizer is probably just a scab. See you later."
Junko hangs up and turns her gaze tirelessly.
"Unfortunately for Milk, Tired, you are also absent this time -?"
"I don't want to be on a boat. And there are plenty of people... what is it?
I was tired of returning the answers that Junko and True almost expected.