Morning. A dream came yesterday. A warehouse was about to kill itself. The lights are on again. You liked that place, it looks like you're having another dream.
I can hear voices from inside the warehouse. It's a song. A dream is singing.
Clear singing. Well-stretched voices are good, and they're usually good. I ask.
(but pathetic lyrics)
Leaning on the container as well as last night, Zao thinks as he dreams of naked coming to sing.
"Whose song is that?
Unfortunately for the timing of the song's end, Zuo called out.
"My song."
"No... I didn't hear a song pointing to you or anything like that..."
"That's why I wrote the song. No poetry, no songs."
Zao marvels at the light answer to his dreams.
"Mika Tsukinawa also said she had composed lyrics since she was about that age... no, it's amazing"
"Mika Tsukinawa said she wrote many songs, but that's all I have. I'm not going to be an idol. I'm just singing for myself. I don't want anyone to hear it."
"Hmm."
I don't know what it's like to be a singer, so I don't understand the neighborhood in Zuo, where I've never even been to karaoke.
Then they had breakfast and started organizing the warehouse. Since I have a strong job and deal with metal products, my dream of coming to the boulder was to wear clothes.
"Ooh, guns are full. Awesome."
I look in the box and my dreams make my expression shine.
"You like guns?
"We all like the tools to kill people"
A dream to smile and ask Zuo, returning a noisy answer with a smile on his face.
"There were plenty of them in other factories. It's all about sub-machine guns and assault rifles that you can't see in Japan's backstreets. These are troublesome to handle domestically, and we'll put them behind us."
It's the only substitute I have to sell through a vendor that carries me out of the country, but the one I know won't deal with me, so I'm thinking of selling it through another vendor in the meantime.
"Let's start by looking at the kinds of pistols and wrapping them up. There are many who will buy this off. And bullets."
The sorting operation was completed in a short time. All you have to do is talk to an arms dealer who makes personal sales on the back street.
"Next up, you're learning the work of the doomsday organization. In the beginning, Junko will mediate the work, but I can't leave it to you."
Honestly, I have some anxiety about the job and the work that Junko will take.
Junko came to work all morning, have lunch, and relax on his lunch break.
"My first job is to destroy a dangerous organization."
To Junko's request, Zao pulled, and the coming dream sparkled his eyes. If you look from the zodiac, it's not the anxiety center, it's the oblique side of the expectation.
"That's a sudden job...... Of all your mice, you can leave it to the highly combatant, or else you can make it true."
"That's why that highly combative mouse is you, Cameron."
Surprised to be convinced of Junko's words. It's true that Junko can't even bring an impossible story. But even if they say that coming dreams are powerful enough to devastate dangerous organizations and dots, they are not always realistic enough.
(Junko, True or tired, even if they look like children, they can tell how combative they are by looking at them. I can't feel that in my dreams. Probably...... special ability type)
Yezo decided.
"What kind of organization?
"The name 'Dance Bacteria'"
"I've never heard of you."
Whimpering, I project the display in front of me, try to search, but it doesn't come out.
"I haven't done much activity yet, and I don't think they know it on the back street. You wouldn't even have made a name for yourself in the first place, so I don't know by name. As a code name, I wonder if 'P931 Terrorist Organisation' would know."
The name also sounded familiar to Zao. P931 is the name of a huge building that was built in the city of Euthanasia, the first and second floors of which were nursing homes for the elderly. A month ago, there was a horrific incident in which poison gas was scattered into the nursing home, leaving neither the staff nor the elderly in the facility to die.
The killer's whereabouts are unknown. But there is no doubt that it was an organized crime, and police officials gave it the name 'P931 Terrorist Organisation', which also went by its name in the press.
"That dance bacteria is a P931 terrorist organization?
"Yeah. At the moment, I think it's just the members of the organization and me who know about it. I figured out in one shot that that poison gas used the abilities I granted my mouse. Hey. So, the mouse danced, and I found out that he was in the bacteria."
"Are you the culprit..."
Jiaozuo. Bad things are mostly a pattern of getting to Junko if you follow the original.
"It's like it turns out that I was building an organization with that name because I was able to get information from one of the mice that was part of that organization. The leader of the organization gathers Phantom Mouse and creates a terrorist organization."
"Is there a traitor in the organization who's been in touch with you?"
I also feel that this is a pattern that is common in Junko.
"Unfortunately, the man was murdered when treachery was discovered. But I don't know if they found out about me or not."
"Do you know who they are?
"Of course. We know who the leader is, who the members are, and where they are. The mice have all the GPS embedded in them, so we quickly know if they're in one place."
"I wish I could hear their conversation."
"I don't want to plant features like that, do I? I don't like eavesdropping."
Junko seems to have his own line draws, but if you try from the zodiac, I wonder if at the point of the feeling of planting GPS on all mice and letting them go stock.
"So you want me to fight those dangerous people? Instead of building a doomsday organization, you're just trying to get the mice you built to fight each other."
"It just so happens. Besides, you're not just trying to make him fight, crush him, and play, are you? I'm thinking about Mr. Ichizo and the others."
But the other mouse made the judgment that it was an uncontrollable troublemaker, and < it was a pure child that was being cut off.
Zuo also knew that such mice occur occasionally. I've also seen occasions where you've told me to truly eliminate it several times.
"It's important to brighten up the existence of their organization first. And after letting the threat be known in the back street, Zuo and the others will destroy this organization, which will also increase Zuo's reputation."
"That's your pattern..."
I felt it was more classic than good at it, but I chose a few words.
"Are you deliberately doing this for your research data acquisition, both for dangerous people who commit terrorism, and for people who flatly modify it and dispose of it after it happens?
"Yeah."
To Junko, who affirms lightly, Zuo spills a dry laugh.
"Depending on the mood then, I'm an experimental bench applicant with criminal attributes, who tends to be a Phantom Mouse. So, those Phantom mice do a lot of bad things using the abilities gained at the lab, and some of them are flashy and violent, like this one. And every time the police, the hub, and True you scold me, it's a pattern of turning to a heroic mouse or True you to exorcise me and take responsibility."
"Don't just have to be scolded often..."
"You're not convinced as far as I'm concerned, are you? If it's a sin to build something dangerous, the person who invented the car is not a mass slaughterer. Of course, whoever invented a gun or knife is guilty of the same crime, right?
"I know the rationale, but obviously it would be different from empowering a guy who's going to commit a crime. I can't resist dying in the midst of a powerful fool."
Junko is also familiar with the fact that by empowering the wicked, there are many people who die in the wind. Zao was not comfortable with the matter. Thanks to the fact that Truth had exposed his discomfort from day to day, Zao didn't say anything.
"That's worse to die of a convolution. And Junko is evil, so I can't help it."
Until then, the dreams I had heard in silence speak out in a light tone.
(Are you being objective, or are you being ruthless...)
Honestly, Zao felt it was a dialogue that made him anxious to come and do it with his dreams.
"Just the two of us. Well, that's pretty much it, and we're going to have about two more comfortable allies. One of you just contacted me that he's on his way over here, and I was wondering if it's time to get there... are you here?
Junko takes out his phone and projects a display in the air.
"Let's come. So open it for him"
I'll pick you up.
At the request of Junko, Zuo heads to the exit of Ajito. Junko and I also follow in our dreams.
At the Azito entrance was a high-teen girl dressed in a totally feminine way, with a lot of jackets that didn't fit the size and sneakers in her cargo pants. Whatever your outfit is, you look reasonably neat. The hair was semi-long and cut back.
"Here we go. My name is Kenna Tanitsu, and I was summoned by Junko Yukioka this time. Thank you for your sincerity."
The girl introduces herself vigorously, with a bright and pleasant smile and a clear voice, letting her salute and so on.
"It's Daisuke Zao. Greetings."
"Sandcastle Dream."
The two of them, on the other hand, did so with a concise greeting.
"Eh, I hear you two don't have any experience with the doorman, but I once belonged to the doorman organization, so I can be an excellent advisor. Ask me anything."
I remember a little anxiety about what I say is excellent on my own, even if it's a joke.
"Uh, Poona. First, I'd like you to clean up a terrorist group called Bacteria, organized by my mouse."
"Yes, yes, yes, no. I think we should start by doing a simpler job than dealing with such a dangerous organization. - Wow."
Poona blocks Junko's words and can't make it out fast.
"In the first place, I don't know who each of these three members is or how much they can work for, so hey. Junko's request should be made after one cushion. Let's do another easy job and measure our nature and strength."
Suddenly, it feels natural to divide her up. While I felt reliable, Zao became anxious to be the type to pull everything into his pace again.
"Mm-hmm. Then I'll leave it to Piona for now. Mr. Zuo, come to dream, I'm not trying."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll take care of it."
Junko says it quickly for some reason and calls a cab on the phone. Mina salutes again.
Because of his chi, Junko smelled annoying and fled back to Shizukusa, which appeared in Zao's eyes. I was wondering if you're not comfortable with pity.