Following Wolfe's instructions and typing his password into a panel hidden in the wall, a slice opened in the wall and a descending staircase appeared.
Though unpopular away from the store, Yoshiku goes down the stairs, suspicious that there is such a trick on the ground floor of the department store.
I wonder a lot about who it would be to set up an institute or something like this in a place like this. From the name it looks like a woman, but I'm talking about a Mad Scientist, and I think of a lean eyeglass woman in an eye-catching gully doing a human experiment with a salivation from her mouth and an odd voice.
It stops in front of a glazed door that says Snow Oka Institute, and Yoshiku rings the bell.
"Well done, my surviving elites! I'll be there to greet you. Be a good girl and wait for you."
A highly-played voice, which only seemed to belong to the girl, rang from the speaker, and Yoshiku was poked at the impression.
"I'm the only one who's good."
A long time to spill a bitter smile and whine. I am convinced it must be someone who is not decent just to say this deceptive response to his first visitor.
(What do you mean, he survived? There was actually some sort of trial before you got here, and it was being tried before you knew it? I just broke through before I was lucky......)
But I'm scared to think so.
"Hmm...?
Eventually one girl appears across the glass, and Yoshiku is surprised.
"Whoa, let's go. Including the width and width is more than a viper."
The door opens and a beautiful girl about senior year in elementary school with thin hands and feet on her long dark hair looks at Shizuku and says. It's the same voice that came from the speaker earlier.
(Kind of like a snowstorm, I guess)
I remember my dead sister, overlapping with the girl in front of me.
"Heh, I am the admirer of the brain-rotting shithead in the back street, the man who ate is the number of stars, the princess frenzied bitch, Junko Yukioka. I am in front of the Mad Scientists. Head is high ~. Refrain ~"
Girl introducing herself in a playful, transverse tone.
"Ha ha."
A long time to bow deeply to match your opponent Nori.
"Hmm. No wax. I mean, Nori's a good guy, so you pass first. Okay, then, let's go to the second trial."
(I mean, is this really Junko Yukioka? Kid.)
While I had my doubts, I decided that it seemed more interesting to watch how they came out than to bump that question right now, and Yoshiku decided to keep an eye on how things were going.
"Hands!
A girl looks up at her manners, her mouth wide and sideways, shows her teeth and laughs more, offering her hands.
Shut up and put your own hand over the girl's hand for a long time.
"Blah blah. Failure ~"
"Er..."
To the girl who pointy her mouth, she unintentionally raises her voice.
"You have to understand that you mean to be a dog when you're talking about your hand. We need to do some more dog-like tricks."
"Oh well..."
I put my head on it as if I was sorry for my long stint.
"Penalty one. Okay, next time, penis."
"Wow."
I was wondering if I should really put that out for you, etc. Make even the dog squeal, bend your knees and get down to your mid hips, align your hands in front of your chest and let your wrists drip forward to get your armor out.
"Ababa, you can do it. Next time around."
says fu on all fours and circles in circles.
"Yay, you do it. Then let's clear it up and make it a Midori dog."
"Midori's dog?
"Oh, no. Junko's dog. From today on, you're my pet. I mean, you can't talk like a human."
I think it's time for you to get down to business, Shizuku. That's when I could confirm from across the glass door that another girl was coming.
She's a short brown-haired girl, older than a brunette. On top of an active outfit, a white coat is put together and bright crimson eyes give an intense look. She was another different type of beautiful girl than the brunette girl.
"Uh, Midori... what are you doing to the customer?
"Yay, this guy is a phony. Kill him."
Referring to the girl in white, a girl called Midori commands her to stay long.
"Uh, this is the real Junko Yukioka?
Obligatory to listen to the conversation between the two of them and decide so and ask. It doesn't feel like it to be wearing a white coat or anything, but this one also looks like a mid-teenage girl and doesn't look very much like a mad scientist.
"That's right. Nice to meet you. Wolfe, this is Yoshiku Takada, isn't it?
"Oh, nice to meet you. I mean, what's this kid?
"It's just a sign. Call me Midori."
The person who stopped cheating answered the question for a long time.
"Please go inside for now."
Junko prompts me, and Yoshiku enters the door.
A long, bright white corridor continues, with doors on the left and right at equal intervals. It's unclear what's going on inside the door, but that only tickles the perennial interest and curiosity, such as a secret laboratory in the basement of a downtown department store.
(Maybe the back street we couldn't get inside is a secret treasure trove. Although, I'm already stepping in)
Looking ahead to the vigeon that the apparent press can and will not touch on some of the untouchable truths, Yoshiku immerses himself in a sense of covert superiority.
When he was put through to the reception and thought place, there was a boy in uniform with no jacket. This is another beautiful boy. Seemingly this is a nest of beautiful men and women, Yoshiku spills a smile.
"Is that it? True you're here too. But unfortunately, you're not an experimental bench applicant this time, are you?
Junko looked at the boy and told him to put in a no.
"Really? It's rare to visit here for any purpose other than volunteering for an experimental bench."
A boy called True looks at his courtesy and says in a scarce voice of discouragement.
"Uh... have you heard everything from Mr. Wolfe?
Lie down on the couch and make sure Yoshiku looks towards Junko. Junko sat across from Shizuku, but Midori sat right next to Shizuku. The boy, called true, has been sitting in a chair one away from the other since the time the three entered.
"I don't. But Midori and True here didn't get through to you yet, and maybe they'll be interested, and maybe they'll help us, so I was wondering if you could talk to me again."
I wonder what it means for these two to work together, Yoshiku. The back street is a teenage killer. I hear that unrealistic beings like comic books or game settings of bosses in a single organization in teens are commonplace, but I wonder if these two apply to that as well.
Yoshiku gave a rough account of how he came here and his purpose. I also told him to some extent why I decided to fall in the back street, but I did not speak of my sister's motive to take revenge.
"That's a fresh case in there."
After listening to Yoshiku, True speaks his thoughts.
"I don't like that organization either, and I'm not sure if I can strike them by revealing their trade secrets, but it's an interesting story"
"Oh, you're a big anxiety factor in that it's unknown. Whether my aim is right or not. Is it worth it as an article"
Receiving true words, Yoshiku says so and puts his head on, exhaling small.
"I can't really endorse building clones and selling them as slaves, either, can I? Mad Scientist."
Junko said.
"Mr. Wolfe also told me. But how can you be negative?
Whatever I was interested in, I couldn't help but stick to it was not a long-standing occupational disease - it was of a nature since I was a child.
"There's my aesthetic problem, too, but hey. Thank you. I don't accept it. Isn't it pathetic to create a life for a purpose that starts from scratch? It's not about reason, it's about emotion. I love to change my life and flaunt it."
Making me giggle at the last dialogue was somehow felt like a Mad Scientist for a long time.
(Mutsuki was exactly that, too.)
And this was a pure child that could be made without being put into words.
"So, the reality of clone sales isn't even detailed on the information site on the back street, and it's almost the only thing sellers and buyers know about it. Well, True you've raided the auction several times, and you've seen the scene. So I think scooping it up and letting you know is news of backstreet information-site value too."
If you're sure of Junko's words, I think Yoshihiko would really appreciate it.
"It would help if you could say that. I still have no idea what the value standards are on the back street."
Even more importantly, there is the point of how much damage it would do to a formalin-pickled president. It was my sister's vendetta and a long time wanting to give this extremely inhumane organization the most painful blow possible.
At the moment I have no idea how much truth I can see, how many quality articles I can see, and what the reader will react to, or what President Pickled formalin will do.
Above all, I don't even know what kind of cooperation this adorable Mad Scientist and I will have in front of us. Everything is still in the process of exploring by hand, where I can't even see the visions.
"I want to infiltrate the President's Ajito pickled in formalin and take some kind of impact picture"
I looked at Junko's red eyes and Yoshiku said. All I can think of for now is that much.
"That organization has countless branches, factories, playgrounds. I don't have one aside. We need to find the facilities involved in clone manufacturing and sales first."
True said.
"Wolff, you're looking into and compiling information about the clone idol manufacture of the President pickled in formalin, right? You should see that first, then decide on a plan, huh?
"Oh, you're right"
Junko points me out, and Yoshiku remembers. I also remember that Wolfe is just doing them all, and I think it's a fancy first service for a long time, and I feel sorry for it.
"I will cooperate in the form of advice, but I wonder if there is some provision of my technology if I need it. And if you're going to infiltrate the formalin-pickled president's facility, how about True accompany you as a bodyguard? I'm not gonna take it personally this time, am I?
Junko, who says it with a true face. The gaze of Shizuku and Midori is also poured on the true.
"I'm interested, but don't take it personally."
Turn around and tell the truth.
"Oh, what's the matter with you? Don't hesitate to say it?
Shizuku makes you laugh at the garlic towards the truth.
A true first impression from a long time ago is that it feels like a busy child, but a busy child is a preference for a long time. Sometimes it has been so myself for a long time, but it's late. He also likes the children themselves.
"I don't like my strong looking amateur amulets like you. It's going to pull my leg as a casual one. Actually, there was a case like that before."
They told me that I was strong, and that a long laugh replaced a bitter laugh. I felt sorry to have been spotted lightly by a child half my age or only there.
"Sure, I'm strong, but I can't stand it. Even little ones like you are in a position to cooperate."
"Is the little one such a bad thing?
Until then, the faceless truth becomes a flashy face for a moment in the protracted dialogue.
"No... that's not true. I'm sorry. It's the heart that matters."
I thought it was something I cared about, and Shizuku apologizes, slaps Don on the thick chest, and makes him try to wink toward the truth.
"I'm not a bad guy at all because I'm a lowly cute boy's hobby."
"Nobody's heard of your hobbies."
I said to Junko, who speaks words that I don't know if they're a follow up or a light mouth, as True sends a cold gaze.