Even that day Van Damme was interested in a long chat over a TV call with his wife Kate. Always have a conversation every day, even if you are away.
"Do Bourgeois men know that decent romantic marriage is difficult?
"Oh? How could Sole be Death's?
"It's because all the women rubbing off are female pigs wearing people's skins for purses and status. It's less than a whore. I don't know, there are many cases of people getting tricked into marrying me. Well, men may also be looking for accessories to replace their wives, but they are also accessories that will eventually fade when they get older."
"Oh? If it's me, Datte, I might be the one making you donate instead of your wallet, right?
"Woohoo... what if I did? No, there's nothing wrong with that. It's been a donation since the beginning."
To Kate's joke, Van Damme jokes back too.
"That's Souto, the Mad Scientist. Death."
"Oh, it's just a one-day victory"
Before I say it out of me, Kate cuts the matter out and Van Damme laughs bitterly.
"The cat has nine lives. Yukooka will be released soon anyway. Naturally."
"Is that wacky, dodgy, and this kind of thing about Sita?
"It's a return of interest to the shepherd who killed the sheep. The best I can do right now is this crappy revenge. How much of a blow it's been to her is immeasurable to me, but for once, it must be my victory, right?
Students of the demonstrators who were bombed were not yet dead, but many of them were already supposed to have died in Van Damme because they had no prospect of being helped.
There was certainly a desire to take their revenge in Van Damme. They did their best with their lives.
So I tried to reward it myself. It was woven to have the dead out in the first demonstrators, and even in the battle that followed, they let the dead out. I don't even want to waste that sacrifice.
I questioned whether it was an unreasonable sentiment for Van Dam and a futile motivation myself, but I told my heart that there was no such thing as a shepherd who was not angry because his sheep were killed, and I honestly admitted that was one of the reasons. Though I do not think deeply about the fact that I am the one who sent the sheep before the wolf.
"Have I grown up a little bit now that the desire to avenge the sheep, etc. has sprung up? Did you get a little closer to a normal human being?
'I could say so, Wane. Compared to when I met him, Wah, he came out mostly humane. But at the point where you're looking at people like sheep, Madame.'
"Gu......"
Kate points me out, I get stuck in words. But from Van Damme, they cannot be seen by man, they can only be seen as those who possess the attributes of sheep.
"Well this is not the next time. I watched Yukooka sweetly, too, but I lost my dear sheep. It was only to this extent that improvisation could be avenged without much preparation. We really need to settle this next time."
"But wonder, sir. How can Junko Suzuoka and other Mad Scientists stop the Grim Penis from enlargement and causing a stagnation in the science of human civilization?
Some immortal Mad Scientists have been around since the power of Grimm Penis was weak. It was hard for Kate to understand that she didn't crush it while it was weak, and now it's a pattern of contention.
"It was simply underestimated - considered. He said he was enlarged when he realized it. But there's another speculation. They left it for a while as a convenience."
"Is it convenient?
Kate surprises me with Van Damme's words.
"They believe that the element that most develops science is war. That's a hit, though. On the other hand, they think that a state of war is undesirable. War develops science, but when peacetime develops culture in a different way. Grim penis, which creates a tide of scientific exclusion as a kanful agent that turns into war - the aim of spreading this distorted and extreme idea and, with the recoil when it collapses, of planting the idea of the supremacy of the development of scientific civilization in the world. Well... it's just speculation."
Van Damme sees many parts of speculation included, but with some foresight of the thought circuits of those called Mad Scientists, and the theory is likely to be hit.
"If this theory of mine were true, I'd have to say they made a miscalculation. The grim penis - the repression and regulation of the development of scientific civilization - has become too strong than you can imagine, and that has spread too far into the world. If regulators overwhelm regulatory opponents, they can't even expect scientific developments, advances and doings due to the recoil to regulation they envisioned. Early on, Junko Yukioka and Grass Dew Milk became head-on relative to us, so we seemed to be able to spot them in terms of these two."
That's why Van Damme also thinks these two must be crushed for real.
Yukioka Institute in the absence of the Lord.
It was Junko's job to always cook meals, but Midori cooked meals that day.
A meal by three people: true, tired, and Midori. No one tries to talk during a meal.
It is true that the atmosphere of not talking is due to the fact that the existence of Junko was reported to be huge and arrested, but that it was particularly heavy on the air among them. As usual, he is faceless, but he has dissipated so much the aura of anger and remorse that he is still this, tired and Midori are all aware of it, and silent.
"Ugh! Ugh, the rice doesn't taste good. Even though my pure sister isn't dead, I don't know how to twitch and get cancer. Uh-huh!
Suddenly Midori screams and stares at the truth.
"Heh heh, I know you're headstrong, but if you're a man, you can stand taller, True Brother"
"Right. Sorry. But it's on my mind nonetheless. Even though Snow Oka deserves it..."
True to be named and dumb after an honest apology.
"But Jun Sister, what's going to happen? - Hey."
"Immediately... you will be released..."
Towards Midori, tired said.
"If you're serious about keeping me locked up... or trying to put me to death..., with Junko, I don't know what to do"
"I will, and the country's horny people know it, so you arrested them for some reason or another."
"Rather than ments... sanctions... I guess. to imitating radioactive material scattered..."
With regard to the thoughts of the over-life fixers, they also understand somewhat better than Midori that they are tired of engaging. Midori, on the other hand, has repeatedly reincarnated, so he has never been very involved with any other overlife.
"If you look at it differently, it's a great story that the radiation sanction is only one day of reporting and detention..."
And, Midori.
"I hope what you're tired of saying is true. If we don't get released tomorrow, let's go see him."
To the true word, Midori looked unexpectedly true.
"Because I'm talking about my real brother, I thought you were going to go to jail to beat him up."
"That doesn't make any sense, and if you want to, you're doing it yourself."
I know what Midori says is a joke, but I really sighed softly wondering what he thinks of me nevertheless.
The detention center of the euthanasia police station at night.
The Euthanasia Police Station has a detention facility dedicated to the back streets and contains a significant number of arrests. Although most of the usual criminals are private rooms, the number of backstreet-related arrests is so numerous that they are often made into compartments.
Junko didn't know what to do, so he was never in a room with the other arrests, and was kept in a private room. There's no such thing as an iron lattice, it's a normal room. The door has a lattice.
"It hurts that my phone was taken away. Too much time."
Junko shrugs as she sleeps sideways in a simple bed. There is nothing to do, nothing to do, and only time passes by for no reason.
Unexpectedly knocked. It's midnight, but I wonder what the hell it's for. No, I'm also suspicious if you're a police officer in the first place.
"Go ahead -"
When I speak, the latticed door opens, and when I see the nostalgic face that showed up there, the expression of Junko shines.
"Sister, hiccup."
He was Junko who woke himself up and spoke brightly, but Sister looked at Junko with a sharp face.
"Duh... what... wow"
On Sister's right hand, Junko becomes a bubble-eaten face when she sees her prickly glove framed. On the left hand was also gripped with wasabi and dashi.
"Evening, long time no see, with a butt pen."
When he greets him, Sister covers his body and raises his white coat, rather than packing it to Junko.
"Hey, stop. Around."
"It's a bad birthday."
When his left arm held Junko's hips, which burst, into disappointing restraint, Sister held her right hand and pulled her shorts down to her thighs at once for each underwear.
"Ooh... I haven't seen you in a long time, but you're still buzzy and fuzzy with your butt. Extremely elegant in colour, shape, touch, softness, any. No, prison tablets for this situation. I've seen a lot of hips for 2,000 years - but this is one of the top three delicacies."
Sister stares seriously at Junko's rounded ass and states her ass review.
"But sadly, how sad is it that this white ass is going to be stained with miserable red and purple?"
Sister put all her strength in her right hand and put enough wrist in it to start slapping Junko's ass
"Ahhhhhh!
I scream at the detention center late at night, but I have spoken to the police station in advance, so I will not be here.
"I'll also apply your medicine."
Open the lid of the cod and wasabi because you held it in your left hand, and when you put it out plenty on your right palm, Sister paints it all over the scratched Junko's ass.
"Uh-oh, no, no, no!
Junko twinkling and screaming.
"I'll give you a break to get inside. But next time I do, I don't have that coverage either."
With that said, Sister puts her shorts up and puts them back together, but without trying to free Junko, she holds Junko's head in both hands and pushes it against her chest.
"Nor, for the first time in a long time in my book. You've been a bad boy. I miss you somehow."
"Sorry..."
Junko apologizes, savoring Sister's softness and warmth over her clothes.
"He's going to be released tomorrow. Stay with me for a while."
"Uh? You're releasing me. -?
"You've been making a big deal out of me because I was sure you'd get me released soon - right? If we don't release him, that's gonna be a problem."
If we're going to keep him locked up and take him in the direction of punishing him for real, that's why the fear of not getting his hands on Junko is going to come true.
Of course, when that happens, the side that suppresses it desperately suppresses it, but as a result, it doesn't show how much sacrifice it will make. But if we just let it go, that won't happen. You can sneak me out, so I've never been over doing that. Junko was also discerning that the Fixers would judge him that way.
"A single arrest considering the public eye. Ah. Mr. Van Damme seemed to have spotted it, too. Either way, Mr. Van Damme's win is a win. I'm a loser. I wonder if it feels like only black and white have been clarified."
In the back street, Junko will also tell you that Junko has been freed, and Junko expects that even if he is forced to make arrests, those who see a series of interactions as a farce will come out because he has been lightly freed. But Junko knows how hard it is to run this farce.
What is more, I also wonder if this forceful arrest play, which also includes one-day coverage, is Van Damme's fabric. Even if it is just a return of interest at this time, we can make use of as much as we want later.
"Shepherds know the nature of sheep better than anyone else. The sheep will eat grass the next day, even though the wolves will appear and make a scene temporarily."
"Even if public opinion boils down for a moment, if the sources are shut down, the world's interest is just a story to move on. Hey. Though, it's also true that it was firmly in people's memories"
If the media shut their mouths, it is a story until then. It may get noisy on the net for a while, but it also diminishes my interest over time.
Where Junko was secretly released here, it has no great impact on the world. After the victim's death, the survivors may make a scene, but where it does, the flow cannot be changed.
(Unless you're someone as powerful as Mr. Van Damme, right? But that's unfortunate. If you decide I'm the enemy -)
If those who oppose themselves try to devour themselves with all their might, Junko rather welcomes them. Besides, if you're a good player, it's even worse.