Play with Mad Scientists!

Dance, bacteria. Three days after the devastation.

Angel was still in the hospital.

Sauna went yesterday to meet someone who would be her roots.

Zuo was teaching the knowledge of the back streets of Kehiko, while the three of us were learning the work of the doorman, in line with the coming dreams.

Mina shows up late around noon, in front of the three of them, touching on the story of the person she met yesterday.

"I was shocked, but it's nothing. I'm not human, I'm not pathetic, I'm not resenting the person who created me. We've had a good conversation."

In front of the caring Zao, Mina tells him with a bright smile.

"My personality felt different than mine. He's as clean as I am and he doesn't do anything rambling."

With regard to the figure of Nana Kurosaki, an Omi rape executive, Zao has also heard of it on a rumor level. I also heard that he was very mild, well-populated, and dodgy like a painting, but scary when he was clean......

"The only thing I know about someone who's clean and hasn't had a tantrum is that you wanted to make him clean."

"Ah... no, that's... yeah, a little bit of a lot..."

To the point of coming dreams, pity becomes elusive.

"Is it something that doesn't shock you? Even if you know you're not human."

Kahiko asks.

"I don't know the difference with humans if you're spending it normally, either. Hey. The rice and toilet are the same as people, they sweat, they tear, and almost nothing changes, right? I can tell you that cutting your body doesn't make a big difference."

He wasn't strong, he didn't really have a real sense of pity, and he immediately broke it off that he couldn't care less.

"You don't have to have some weird sympathy because self-pity, loneliness, that kind of thing doesn't boil at all. It's disgusting to be so conscious."

"Poona is not a sympathetic character."

"Oh, that's the way they say it. I'm a little cocky too - But that kind of recognition would be more helpful."

Piena laughed furiously at the coming dream of mouthing what she thought.

In the afternoon, four Plutonium Dundees, excluding Angel, who was in the hospital, headed to the Snow Oka Institute. Junko and the others were vacating the lab and going to this hiding place in Euthanasia City, but said they had just returned yesterday.

The purpose of Zada's visit to the Institute was to undo the personality modification of Kehiko.

"We're talking about wanting to do something about weakness in the first place, but it makes it easier and easier"

In front of Junko, Zuo pokes. Because of this, Kehiko didn't have a good brake and it went crazy.

"Um, well, yeah, hey. I thought this was the shortcut."

Junko making an excuse that doesn't make sense.

"How did you do the personality modification, you didn't mess with your brain directly, you messed with your gut first. Pancreas or something. I made insulin more prone to mass secretion and hypoglycaemia. Hypoglycemia makes it easier to release adrenaline to increase blood sugar. Plus, it's more frustrating to want something sweet, so that sugar produces another vicious cycle of large amounts of insulin and adrenaline. In keeping with the timing of the adrenaline release, I made a mild suggestion and mixed it with the frustration of good repression that had originally lurked in you. Seems to have had a bit of an effect."

I was listening to Junko, Zuo shuddered, and Kehiko felt sick. I don't know what my dreams of coming are as usual.

"Me... that's what I always wanted for all the sweets..."

I'm convinced, Kehiko.

"Even if you put it back, you shouldn't eat too much sweet stuff. I'm sure you're addicted to sugar at the moment."

"Then fix that addiction with a hint or a modification."

I demand from Junko, who advises me, a voice that sounds like the only thing my dream is my heart.

"Well, this time it means my failure, and I'll fix it for free."

"Naturally."

"Naturally."

Coming dreams and Zuo say the same words at the same time and look at each other.

"Are you going to go back to being the old weak me?"

Sighing Kehiko. That's resistant.

"I don't know about that. There's been a lot going on over the past year, haven't you grown up too?

"I was just living on the run repeating the robbery, and I wonder if I'll grow up. Now I think I've done something wrong to the people who stole my money..."

Junko may have intended to follow up, but I don't think that's very true of Kehiko.

"It's a valuable experience, too. Besides, taking something from someone and making it food is what nature should look like, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Yeah, no problem."

Though I thought it was an unscrupulous logic, I would try not to think deeply about Kehiko either, as the coming dream was in agreement with Junko.

"It's the way it should be in nature, but it's unacceptable in human society. Next time I do it, meh, I will. Meh."

"I know."

Kehiko swears in her heart that she will never do it again.

"You're talking about Junko being all bad after all."

"Yeah, and this world that cornered Brother Kehiko is bad. Brother Kehiko is nothing wrong."

"Is that really okay..."

To the assertion of Zuo and Lai Dream, Kehiko snorts.

"Kehiko, your tragedy happened so that it could happen, and I don't think there's anything else you could have done. People are designed by God to sin, and it just so happens that you're unlucky, Kehiko, to take that role. Okay?

"I think so, too. If someone else had been born as you, you would have done the same thing in the end."

"Yeah, you can ignore sin, punishment, that sort of thing. Awesome crap."

Kehiko felt as if he had been forgiven for it, as he was told by three people: Mina, Junko, and Lai Dynasty.

Upon leaving the institute, Mina broke up with the three of them and went home. Zuo, Laimeng and Kehiko are taking a taxi back to Ajito in the back of the mountain.

"Hey, Brother Kehiko, Uncle"

In the cab, a dream comes to my voice.

"Me, I'm not a man or a woman right now, but if... if I were to decide on my gender, if I were to have surgery like that, would I still be a woman?

"What makes you think that?

Zao asks back.

"'Cause you can have sex."

Zuo and Kehiko blow at the same time into the dialogue of the coming dreams that I said were obvious.

"Brother Kehiko, how old are you? You can still use your butthole right now, but Brother Kehiko doesn't like anything."

"You know, come on dreaming... don't be grand in front of your boss like that"

I wonder if that's what we talk about when we're alone, and Zao judges from the dialogue of Khiko.

"I know, but why are you even asking me?

"Don't say that because you know Kehiko. I'm not dreaming of being so impure."

It is a murky Khiko, but at the time of being murky, I can see that there is also impure consciousness.

"Doesn't your uncle feel like h?

"I don't want to be you, and even if I had that kind of sexuality or desire, I wouldn't put up with it every time."

I can tell you exactly what Zao said.

"Why?"

"That's the least obvious thing, as an adult or as a man. We talked about using someone we don't even like, let alone children, just as a way out of lust."

"Why?"

A dream that persists in eating down. From the sexual knowledge and sex perspective of erotic pickled dreams, it was difficult to understand what Zao had to say.

"Because in me that's the way I accept evil. Coming dreams firmly call yourself evil, but you are nothing but society and surrounding-conscious evil. I haven't invaded the area I think is evil in me, and that toothpick exists. The real bad guy doesn't have any contraindications in him, and the concept of toothpick doesn't exist"

……

Do you have any thoughts on the words of Zuo, the coming dream pushes silently to think.

"Boss, I think you're particularly conscious of H because your dream is such a body."

As defended, Kehiko. I was going to defend it, but after I said it, I thought that I had spoken very straightforwardly of something very extraneous, and I remember what I had done, and I ask sideways about the reaction of my coming dream.

"Dream on, go home once in a while. No, spend the weekend or so at home to reassure his family."

A treasure that swings as a topic what I've always thought.

"Then I'll go home tomorrow. Brother Kehiko, come with me."

"Oh, oh... I miss you. I've been staying here a lot before. But don't they poke at you for being gone for a year or something?

Considering the reaction of the family of his coming dreams, Kehiko became anxious.

"I'm on it. I'm fine. I'll make you an excuse."

"You're a real reliable disciple, you are."

I thought so with all my heart, not sarcasm or joke, and Kehiko smiled as she dreamed of coming next door.

The next night. Zuo was alone in Ajito. Laimeng went home and Kehiko went to stay at Laimeng's house.

Zuo was browsing the internet, having a little drink of brandy in his own room.

(Farewell to this Azito in a week or so)

I also lived a lot in Ajito to sort out what was left of it, and since Mina found me a well-spread office downtown, I plan to move there.

You're off to a good start inside.

Zuo laughs at the garlic while browsing the backstreet related internet. Plutonium Dundee's name is talked about early as an organization that has left the terrorist organization that was also talked about on the face of it.

(It's as if I stock his death, but he'll be happy in the shadow of the grass leaves too)

I'm not just taking it personally. Zuo's friend, that's the kind of guy he was. I am sure.

Zuo's determination to set up an organization led to many encounters and various changes. Moving into the center of a single population affects a large number of human beings, which is comfortable, but also a serious responsibility.

(This time it won't screw up. I'm gonna grow up)

I've been blessed with good company, and I have a powerful (but also annoying) back shield called Junko Yukioka. Now I felt like I was going to do well.

Urine and head to the bathroom.

There is an alarm noise in the factory when it is neat to give out what is to be served. It's a substitute for detecting intruders and ringing.

(Fault? No, are you sure you're the intruder? It was locked...)

Nervous and drunk at once, Zao heads to his room to pick up his gun. Zuo and I usually carry guns, but he didn't even have guns because he was now a relaxed and ruffled outfit on the boulder.

He takes his pistol and walks down the corridor alert to accidental strikes.

I ran into the intruder immediately. He appeared before a magnificent collection, without even imitating the unintended.

It was a familiar werewolf who emerged from the corner at the end of the hallway.

"The Lion Wife..."

It was definitely thought to be dead, a lion wife.

(Why? You mean you came back from that state? How did you get here? To do what?

The last question was a stupid one, Zo thought. Whatever has been done is obvious from the killing spirit unleashed by the lion's wife.

"The man who was killed is worse because he is weaker than the man who killed him. If you die, it's all gone. It's important not to get killed '

Stiff as he was intent on killing, the back of Zuo's brain was evoked by the dialogue that his dreams had spoken of.

There was no fear in the vault.

(I regret it... I regret it so much... Like being hammered in the head...... I can't wait to regret it, like it was stirred in a mixer in my stomach)

Convinced of his inescapable destiny, the emotion Zuo had was bottomless remorse.

That morning, the truth goes out for the first jog in a few days.

He has been exposed to the inside of a foot slashing child and an arm slashing child, where he has been drugged and his motor function and strength have been severely reduced. Though Junko has drugged me out, it's not complete. It's a story that it's hard to pull out all the pills that accumulate in your body, even with the help of Junko.

I can't say how it is, but I really think that's why I have to encourage daily workouts. Junko finally told me last night that I don't mind exercising. I took care of it for two days and rested, but the truth is, during that time, I couldn't help it.

"That you're tired in the morning"

An unusual looking black boy calls out with a rambling grin.

"Rick, you're at a rare time."

In front of the familiar informant Richard Inoue, who belongs to the truly cordial intelligence organization Machine Gun Birth, True stopped.

"It's dawn all night. Due to the emergence of an emerging force called" Luciferin Dust, "we, of course, have a lot of intellectuals."

Richard sighs loudly and shrugs his shoulders.

"There's a lot of confusion about the breath of anti-backstreet forces within the government, and the lower organization of" Yob's Pay "."

And, true.

The name "Luciferin Dust" is truly heard. An organization that was launched two weeks ago, he said, with the aim of curbing the very existence of the back street. This group originally had a group of people who had set up a reverse street, which was the subject of discussion in the back street.

"This is a time for information to be complex. It's true that people from Yob's reward organization were in and out, but that's the only thing that makes me feel too quick to read about lower tissue determinations."

We chat for a while, and the truth is that Richard and I break up and start jogging again.

I remember Dejav when I went into the forest of the euthanasia general. During this time, he was attacked here by the blue leaves and their subordinates at the same time as the arm slaughter, taking an unconsciousness.

(I have a bad feeling...)

The arrow tip, which I thought so while running, appeared to be alien in front of the true.

Musculoskeletal werewolf. Obviously, the truth is what we're looking for, and we're stuck in front of the truth. But I don't want to kill you.

(This guy, the head of the dancing bacteria?

It was true that, once from Junko, the story of the terrorist organization that was making the world noise was his own mice, and that it was the independent Zao organization that fought and defeated it. Including what kind of mouse it is.

When the lion wife throws something at her true feet, she walks with four legs and disappears from the spot. At the time it was being thrown, the truth could be ascertained as to who the Lord of its neck was, and the black eye opened its chin eyes wide

"Zuo......"

Looking down at the head of a mindless shape, the truth squeals its name.

Second, I made sure something was pushed into Zao's mouth.

Nodding, spreading the stiff holding mouth to take out what's inside.

"Yikes! Around!

An early morning jogging old woman runs away screaming when she comes across an amazing sight: a boy jerking off at the side of the road, but the truth is, she doesn't care.

What was in the mouth of his neck was a round picture.

When it widened, it was written 'NEXT' in red, with two true knowing boys' faces lined up underneath it, and a line drawn with a red pen on both of their necks.

21 Let's Play With Uncle End