Junko took a hint and went back to the Snow Oka Institute first. We were only able to provide first aid on the spot, so we used the equipment and drugs in the lab to apply the appropriate procedures and try to resuscitate them.
How can you resuscitate with a heart shot out... Junko also made it clear that he could not resuscitate the dead, but he also said that at the stage of cardiopulmonary arrest, it was not yet death.
I thought a few things, I didn't mind, but I still had something to do with me. It's about finding Tachikawa on his own running around, letting him mount a rally of protests, and letting Ip Mountain's request go away. So let's call it hand-to-hand.
Sylvia used O'Myrape's information network to lightly locate where Tachikawa was fleeing.
I came with Sylvia to a cultural center on the outskirts of town. You hid somewhere you didn't think you were... Sure, it's hard to find here.
"Hi-no!?
Tachikawa, hidden in the equipment room, gives a pitiful voice when he sees my face.
"I don't kill. I almost killed your men, though. You'll survive miserably."
I say to Tachikawa, caught in fear, in a cold voice.
This guy is a more temperamental guy, and I thought he was pledging allegiance to both the organization and his boss, Koganei, but he's a total misprospect. Or was death imminent and fear more triumphant?
"Cancel your contract with Ip Shan. Swear it will also end the war against Uber of Four Leaves. The top executives here at O'Malley Rape are in attendance."
"Hey, why is a big organization like O'Myrape sticking their necks in a fight between dick organizations like ours!
"Didn't you know that even the slightest that Koganei's grandfather was trying to get his hands on, he was part of Omi Rape?
"... ok. Obey anything. Or maybe our organization is about to collapse."
Tachikawa agreed, half-baked.
"Is this settled?"
Sylvia said such a dialogue when I left the cultural center, so I caught sight of Sylvia.
"What's the one thing that's settled when it's slightly like that?"
"So I told you."
"Are you saying you have nothing to do with me?
"... I'm sorry. It was a silence."
Sylvia apologizes badly. My anger also cools rapidly, and I feel intense self-loathing for the light again.
"You know, Oshima. Slightly, it's inside of us, too. I'd be in trouble if they died lightly. Besides, in the form of Leaf Mountain killing me, I'll be more and more incapable of forgiving that maggot bastard."
I am increasingly self-loathing for the words Sylvia has spoken. There's no way this guy isn't worried either. Besides, you've been dating longer than me.
"He's promising in the future in the organization, too. I've never betrayed the organization's expectations. That's why it's okay."
In the meantime, I feel sorry for the woman...
After that, Sylvia and I visited the Snow Oka Institute.
"It seems to be difficult to navigate. Wait a while."
Black-eyed eyes told an impressive little beautiful boy that me and Sylvia would be waiting in the guest room. I've seen pictures online a few times. A famous killer with the street name Junko Yukioka's murder doll - Makoto Aizawa.
Sylvia seemed to know him and was having some conversation, but I wasn't listening.
After Aizawa leaves, Sylvia and I don't have any conversations, we don't have anything to do, just some reckless time flies by. Sylvia seemed to have the internet open, but I didn't feel like doing anything.
While waiting silently, I realized I was praying.
Embarrassing. Funny and unusual. That's all I was cursing God for, and I did pray then.
that the slightest is safe.
Convenient prayer. I used to curse God, and now I'm praying. Convenient. But what else can you do now? There's nothing I can do but pray. I can't help but pray.
Dressed to put my hands together and pray, I must have looked terribly pitiful.
Please... I don't care what happens to me, he's the only one who can help me...
I was desperate to turn to him who would never respond with the thought of spitting blood.
God help me where I prayed. I won't stop. Even the guy in the alley, who was messing up and dying, didn't help me. The curtain was closed in a scenario destined to inflict pain, terror, despair and kill.
There's no god? No, I'm here. Absolutely. You're fucking with us. Give a happy life to only those who God likes and an unhappy life and an end to those who don't. That's how we're divided.
Even though I know God is such a guy, I still pray for you. What a funny clown.
How much time on earth would have passed?
Eventually the door to the room opened and Junko showed up. I'm grinning slightly.
Seeing Junko smile, I stroked my chest down.
"Haha, sorry. The surgery failed."
Junko says with a smile. Hardening me.
No, you wouldn't say that with a laugh, and that's a tough bad joke? This.
"You're lying."
Sylvia sees Junko with her jito eyes.
What... I knew you were lying. Well, that's a lie. I'm not saying that with a laugh. But why are you such a tough, bad liar?
Lies...... what is it? Laugh and I won't say that...... right?
"No, 'cause it's really true. Little girl, because she's dead perfectly. South Amitabha Buddha"
Junko meditates with both hands together. Oh, this is a lie. Yeah, I get it.
"Why are you lying like that?"
The whispering voice comes from behind Junko. And then a slight appearance of good health enters the room, like a state of temporary death when being transported here is a lie.
Me stroking my chest down again. Just for a moment... I thought it might be true that Junko lied.
"A little..."
I get up and walk towards the slightest.
"No, I'm not. That's not the slightest bit."
Junko shakes her neck sideways with a sad look. But my eyes are laughing.
"It's just a little clone of yours. The real little one was dead. So, to comfort you, I made a well done clone."
"A little..."
"Liao Er...... sorry to bother you"
Ignore Junko's shameless lies and I'll embrace her with all my strength.
"No, it's really a clone."
"Junko, Shiatsu."
Sylvia said in disdain to Junko, who insisted. Absolutely. I'm really persistent, and besides, I don't read air.
"No, really true. Only the heart. I only partially cloned my heart from a little bit of your genetic information and turned it into a new one. The original little one's heart, you see, this street"
Junko tries to remove the perforated heart from under his white coat. You're pretty big on the heart.
"Do we all eat?
"Nice. Even as a story, definitely."
I answered Junko, who jokes and asks, with a slight hug with me, with a voice that sounds genuine.
Again in my dreams, facing me as a child. I'm still wearing Veso.
"Why does God suffer and kill people?
mouth the same thing as ever. That's right. Because this guy is me, and he's a projection of my feelings.
But isn't it possible that showing up in this way in your dreams is because there are aspects of you pushing yourself aside and looking at it objectively? I even think about it that way.
"Isn't it like God killed all the people who suffered and died?"
Look up at me, kid. I'll tell you what I regret. Yeah, you're right. With the joke of unreasonable fate, life blows up like dust and mustard. And I've blown a lot of lives, too.
"Why do people hurt people?
Projected my sweet little heart, my child's I still ask.
"Why is it so bad to just say you're weak? You're weak, you can live."
"It's not just about people. No, the animal world is tougher. It's hard to live in nature just because you have a kind personality."
Until then, I'll keep my mouth shut and speak in a quiet tone.
"Then why did God make the world this way?
I ask of the child with a voice that seeps through his anger.
"Even I'm slight. 'Cause the truth is... wasn't it kind of you? Weren't you weak? And yet I had to be strong."
To the child's appeal to me, I smile bitterly and exhale small.
"Kindness and sweetness don't always lead to weakness. If you're strong, you can protect him, even the kind but therefore weak. That's why I wanted strength, too. To be able to protect. Besides, knowing how weak it is must be one of the things that matters in this world. I don't know what it's like to be weak. I'm so relieved of him."
Talking that far, I suddenly noticed.
"He who is weak but gentle attracts people, heals, soothes, and loves them. We can also gather flocks among the weak. Licking wounds isn't a bad thing either. Even in nature, weak creatures try to survive to be weak. I don't want them. I don't want them."
I can't believe I finally figured that out by now.
"I couldn't protect you again - what a dumb dialogue. Before God's malevolent prank of destiny, no matter how great the power becomes tiny. It'll blow you away lightly."
But still, as long as this body moves and my heart doesn't break, I can keep spitting at you towards God's sloppy dumb surface. That's the right God gave people.
"Besides, it's not like a weak guy stays weak forever. Like I'm getting a little stronger."
I put my hands gently on the kid's head.
"As long as you're in me, I can show you how a weak guy feels"
Sweet little me. The kid's sweet little feeling in me. I'm sure he won't disappear from me.
In addition to that, there is also a heart that believes in God. As a being to spit on, he continues to reign at will in his heart. That's fine.