"What? Bad guy?
Wearing his hat deep in his eyes, he wraps it around his face with a muffler, sees the Phantom on his tail in a coat waving his axe against the window, and number seven shines his face.
"You must be a bad person, but number seven..."
It was the thirteenth that I tried to tell you not to fight - but the word did not go on. Something was undone by the sound of an explosion.
Just the crack came in, and the bulletproof glass, which never broke and scattered all at once, broke and scattered harder than the inside of the building, pouring down closer than close range on the Phantom trying to break in shattered.
We both know that's the work of number seven, both in number two and number thirteen, but we don't know exactly what happened. No, No. 7 himself doesn't even know.
A Phantom who bathed a piece of glass shotgun so badly from close range that it fell off so that it was blown out of the window.
"Doesn't it mean there's no turning over here..."
Number two laughs invincibly. Killing hasn't disappeared yet. I saw multiple enemies.
In such a way as to replace the first Phantom, two more, a tall Phantom dressed in the same guise, appear through the window and enter the office. They still have the axe in their hands, too.
When they entered the office, they took off their hats, mufflers and coats. And you two get out another axe, and you take it.
We were all surprised to see that. Blue and white skin, four hands, horns stretched from the forehead and obviously not human.
"Huh? Junko's mouse? Phantom type."
That was what No. 2 first questioned.
"Junko's assassin...? I mean, the Nyas are already used, so Junko's gonna kill them. They're turning me into a new Phantom Mouse experimental bench."
interpret the words uttered by No. 2, with No. 7 spreading in strange directions
"Junko doesn't do that. Junko lies, but he also betrays you. I'm a bad person. But I won't do that."
To stop the flow of suspicion towards Junko, No. 13 clearly denies it.
"Hehe...... XIII, no convincing. Weird as a Japanese sentence."
Number two poking around with a snarling laugh.
"When was the eleventh?
One of the pale blue-skinned four-armed Phantoms asks, entering the inside of the window. The other one still seems to be doing something out the window, but I don't know what he's doing, from the angle of the three clones.
"I'm Neither. Put it back out. Uhihihihi."
Laughing provocatively number two.
(Eleven for you? Are you involved in a case involving her?
With the sudden giving of the eleventh name, the thirteenth considers it linked to what Mika is pursuing now.
"I can't tell with the same face... and I can't just accidentally kill you. Why don't you follow me around?
The Phantom quietly speaks off.
"What can I do for you on the eleventh? Who are you people? How did you break in through the window, not through the door? I'm particularly concerned about the end, and I can't say yes."
He looks up at the Phantom and, after XIII asks questions early in the arrow succession, rejects them clearly.
"If you pushed the bell through the door, I would have heard about you..."
Seven also speaks of a good dialogue.
"They told me to come get you, and I didn't think you'd follow me if I told you what was going on here. Well, it's weird that I'm willing to come in and break the window and tell you to follow me around a lot... for sure."
A Phantom who smiles bitterly and puts his head on with empty hands.
As we speak, another Phantom finally enters the room. And even a Phantom full of glass fragments came in. This one is also taking off his coat. Blue skin with the same four arms.
"I've been bought time"
I'm confused by that fact, No. 13.
"Nothing good. Three to three is just fine."
I shake my body rhythmically with an exciting face, and I have a stretch of prep exercises and so on.
"Even if they say that, my ability is to support the system, so I'm going to kill three people on two and seven."
"I intend to do better than I did."
Thirteen tells me, and the second answers with a snarling laugh.
"Can you afford it!?
One of the Phantoms, mainly irritated by the attitude of Nos. 2 and 7, tried to say something, but the words did not last.
Something incredible happened. Three leaves of ornamental plants stretched out on the side of the window, and the tip was like a sharp blade, piercing the neck, arms and belly of an open mouth Phantom.
The stabbed leaves move from there to the left and right, cleaving the Phantom's body. Blue blood is scattered all over the floor of the office.
"Oh, I've never killed anyone before. Ah-ha-ha, but I still didn't feel guilty. Oh, this super moonlight dialogue, I wanted to say no in front of the original. It's a dialogue I was going to tell you when I first killed you. No. But can I account for these guys to people? Hehe."
I have my body deeply torn off with one arm, flank and neck, scattered a lot of blood and collapsed, but I look down at the Phantom still alive, and number two seems to stay petty.
"All of you!"
A Phantom filled with glass fragments, furiously enraged by the death of his companion and the attitude of No. 2, who kills and mocks his companion, first breaking the window and attempting to break in, advances towards No. 2.
The Phantom, each with an axe on two of the four arms, with a hand without an axe, grabbing the documents that were on the desk in the office as he crammed into No. 2, throws them to No. 2 instead of blindfolded.
The paperwork appeared, for a moment, but between number two and the Phantom was blocked.
The Phantom faints in anticipation of the timing, turning sideways.
(Kind of sucks, huh? No, I guess I'll make it)
It was a mean number two, but there was still no total loss of room. Because at a time when we are trying to get close to ourselves, the enemy is unaware of our abilities and is about to jump into a literal trap, on our own.
At the foot of the perimeter of number two, a large number of bones have fallen. The identity is a bird's bone. It's the bone on the fried chicken. It's usually a substitute that I keep in subspace, I kept saving it little by little and continued to grant my abilities, but I snuck it apart. as a protective juncture for yourself. As a trap to kill enemies.
The other Phantom also moves a little late. Aim seven.
"Call me. No, I knew it."
Seven activates abilities.
"Bupu!?
Before it reaches No. 7, the Phantom crashes flashly into the invisible wall, turning into a squeaky face and stops moving.
The invisible wall was lifted, and the Phantom held his nose and tried to make his way to No. 7 again, but the moment the movement stopped, he did not see No. 13 pulling out his gun and pointing it at himself.
Two gunshots sound, and the Phantom falls.
In a quick move that doesn't suit that big body, a Phantom full of glass fragments turns to the side of No. 2.
(Whispers, no use)
Fucking laugh number two.
A Phantom in the Attack Range waves down two axes with the shoulder mouth of number two.
The Phantom could not wave the axe down. All movement of the Phantom stopped.
The Phantom's arms, chest, belly, throat, head, and legs were skewered by an elongated, white substance stretched countless times from the foot of No. 2.
The one that pierced the Phantom is the bone that Number Two scattered at his feet. Those tips pointed and even hardened and stretched at an awesome rate, turning them into spears and skewering the Phantom.
"Thoughtless... the resurrection of the Beast Emperor... blind... I didn't know it would pass away..."
"Chemonomicado?"
I'm surprised by the words you said in the moment.
"Oh, you're done over there. Uh-huh. Oh, and the thirteenth is the first murder to be commemorated. Ah. I trembled, she's adorable. Uh-huh."
Put up your gun and look at the trembling XIII, and the II laughs funny.
"Are you okay? No. 13."
"Thank you, number seven. I'm fine."
To the seventh, who cares and hugs from behind, the thirteenth smiles impossibly, holding the hand of the seventh.
"Steady, precious trap, I used both. This is very powerful, but it's hard to do this. And it hurts."
He looked down at the bodies of the three Phantoms, and number two glanced over his face.
"I didn't think you were setting it up inside the office,"
After a glance at the ornamental plants, he turns to No. 2 and says as No. 13 impresses him. Ornamental plants are already back to normal. The bone that skewered the glass-filled Phantom was also just a chicken bone.
"I was assuming every thing, apprentice my lack of loopholes. Heh heh."
Laughs like No. 2 won proudly.
"The original guy, maybe it was the monster, he said something I don't know. I don't know if these guys do. Uhihihihi."
"When you hit someone with a grudge against decaying rope, it means there have been many monster candidates, not just humans."
"Looks like the Eleven that was kept in Decaying Rope was the aim, and it's the relationship Ari Ari."
"It was kept or something. Stop saying that."
XIII becomes an angry face, noting the dialogue between the two.
"Keh, there's a good boy. What about this corpse?
"Let's leave it like this until the original returns. I need you to look at it originally."
"After all?"
It was number two that I had just asked the End of House Organization to process, but I sighed when number 13 told me.