The county mountain had informed the departments by extension of the killing of the director.
After reporting the whole story, I was on my way to the vending machine in my area to try to have a drink or something to calm my mood. It's not like a strange threesome in the hallway.
(That's a face I don't see...)
One of them stands out. He's a boy and a kid.
(But they're all wearing white clothes here, and I wonder if they're new?
That's what I thought, and it was the county mountain heading to the vending machine without thinking deeply.
"You should still have prepared the rash. You stand out. All the wrong people are looking at you."
Of those three, the man who seems to be the oldest opens his mouth as he walks. The apparent age is around thirty. He is a very ill-eyed, three-white-eyed, carved, shallow-faced man.
"Er, it's impossible to hide this cute little creep's head with something so frivolous. I'm sure even Lily will be angry."
The boy with the head rebels against the man with the three white eyes.
"I can't get rid of TPO...... Taro Platinum, you have the qualities of a maggot. The maggots are the same...... I don't care about TPOs, I just don't care where they are."
The tallest, slurriest, longest-handed man of the three makes a shady voice. The face itself is neat, but its mouth remains half open, and its eyes are vain.
"Don't leave Mr. Ip Shan and me with you. I'm just so proud of this igaglihead. Is Mr. Ip Mountain proud of himself? There isn't, is there? He's always masturbating himself by saying he's a maggot."
"I've been told terrible things... But that's the fate of maggots. Everyone hates me and curses me... woohoo..."
Hearing the words of a boy known as Platinum Taro, the long-lasting man known as Ye Shan becomes an increasingly vain glance and squeals.
"Do lilies like pleasant men like you? I have no personality like you, but I'm a boring man."
A three-white-eyed man says masochistically and sarcastically.
"No, the lion wife is the lion wife, and I think she's unique enough. Especially where I don't know what I'm thinking and I always seem bored."
"Is that meant to be a joke? Or do you hate it?
A man called Lion Wife looks at White Kintaro with cold eyes.
"And I wonder if you're okay with me being here?
Change the subject Platinum Taro.
"What do you mean, okay?
I wonder what the inconvenience is and my lion wife asks.
"No, you don't know your lion wife, but I'm always in a position beside Lily. I was wondering if Lily would be okay without me. Lily can't do it without me. haha."
Turning his hands behind his head, Platinum Taro laughs innocently. I couldn't tell if you were joking about this again or if you were serious, not to Ye Shan or his lion wife.
When he was taken to Murayama and three of the dust resistance and Yukiko went to the director's office, a body with a miserable way of being killed was rolling on the floor.
A corpse with its abdomen amputated in two fits without the word tragic killing any more. But it doesn't feel like it was cut with a sharp blade. The cross section is irregularly dull.
Next to ten nights and a shake in his face at the stench emitted by his gut, he looked at the body and tapped his hand to make a small leap of joy at Angelina.
"Jaaaaaaaa! Jap, jap, jap, jap, jap, jap! Jap, jap, jap!"
"Shut up."
Murayama slaps Angelina in the back of the head with full force and flat hands, who happens to be making a big fuss.
"You look like you've been bitten off with a big jaw. It doesn't look like he got two bodies in one blow from the way his gut was damaged."
I say what I think. I've seen bodies like that before. At that time, it was a body half-eaten and killed by a carnivorous battle creature.
"Look at this."
On a sprinkling carpet of blood, a shake that finds a bloody footprint and points at it. It's not a person's footprint. It was a fleshball and nail trail.
It's a hard substitute to miss as a footprint. While walking on the carpet, I think I got the blood on my leg. Or it could be that they were wiped with people's hands.
"This isn't human, is it? He said he was making battle creatures here, but that it escaped and attacked him?
"Hmmm...... it's possible. But that's the pinpoint, and it's unnatural to attack the director in the director's office..."
To shake speculation, Murayama roars with his hands on his mouth.
"It's more reasonable to assume there's some kind of guide."
And, lucky boy. The others agreed.
"Was the director buying grudges or something?
Shao asks Murayama.
"All I'm here for are Mad Scientists, and I've been hanging out every day, fighting all the time. But it was time for everyone to fight amicably. It's a little hard to imagine it going to kill you."
Murayama answers with a difficult face.
"What the hell. Is that the beginning of a horror movie?
A new figure shows up there. Luciferin Dust's Hagi Hachino.
"Where are you under that cloak?
"I'm not gonna tell you"
It was a shake to ask without fear, but the eight ghosts refuse without awe.
"Do you know who did this?
"I won't tell you."
"We just got here too."
To the eight ghosts who ask, the shaking who answers with tea glare and the fortunate child who answers seriously.
"Inform everyone in the lab about this and alert them. If you can, you should consolidate them all in one place."
"Mr. County Mountain has already informed us around."
Said Murakami to the lucky boy who instructed him.
"It's the basics of horror to be murdered from people who are acting off."
A lone, unserious mode shake says with laughter.
(It would be better if they killed a few more of us, as long as there's a lot of evidence left, to get closer to identifying the killer, too)
That's what I thought, but I won't put that in my mouth on the boulder.
"I'll contact Battle Creature's production department."
Murayama connects indoor extensions.
"You won't answer..."
After more than a dozen seconds, Murayama turns into a tannic surface and says:
"Aren't you already killed?
And... If Battle Creature escaped and killed him, it is likely that the caretakers were killed, he saw.
"Would you like us to lure out Battle Creature? Anyway, Battle Creature is not a fart."
Suggest in an easy-going tone.
"Except maybe it's shaking."
"Huh? Is that what you're saying?
Shake pointing your mouth.
"Even the performance of Battle Creature is pinky. In the first place, do you have a bullet with a solution?
"Of course I'm ready. Assuming all possibilities, if you are prepared, you will not be worried. Even if a playable mouse shows up, it won't work."
As pointed out, the shake was only in an easy-going mode. But I know that it's the only thing on the surface that doesn't really make me nervous, either, for ten nights. Shaking is just more than necessary, aware of the eyes of third parties. Some of the characters are also mixed with vegetables.
"Mr. Murayama, let the institute know about this quickly. And tell me where you're making Battle Creature"
"Yes."
Murayama nods at Yukiko's demands.
"Let's go there too."
The shaking prompts the ten nights.
"Well, I'll be guarding a bunch of lab members."
That's what Eight Ghosts try to get out of the room first.
"Who are you?
The eight ghosts are called to a halt and asked straight.
"I thought you said you were from Luciferin Dust. Have you forgotten that already?
"I don't know what you're doing here. In the first place, I'm not sure about the concept of an organization called Luciferin Dust. The goal is to curb the back streets."
"It's not about suppression. I wish to crush the backstreet itself, a rebel street force."
To the eight ghosts who answered sayingly, the faces, except the village mountains, were astonished.
"Are you insane? No, can I just tear that up here?
He looks at the eight ghosts and asks. I did hear about negative individuals and groups gathering in the back streets, but I thought it was about resistance at best. In fact, at the moment, suppression was said to be the aim. But the Eight Ghosts have made it clear that they will crush it.
"Sooner or later, they'll know. And it's sane, and I mean it."
"That idea with a single rock? Aren't you the only one running wild, including yourself?
Ask the eight ghosts who speak in an unmotivated tone.
"Not a single rock, though. Well, look forward to it. Sooner or later it will move in earnest."
That's what Hachi said. He left the room.
"Be careful. Different jurisdictions, so I've only heard rumors, too, but right now at this instant biology lab, they're making something called" WH4, "a special high-performance battle creature. If it had been completed and let go of the wild..."
Village Mountain to warn.
"If there's even one of the guys in the Battle Creature Department, I know what WH4 looks like. Or if there's a director..."
"No, no, no, no. Because we look strong. You just have to kill him, too."
Murayama also let down his mouth when he saw a shivering shake with a slight grin spread all over his face.
Murayama followed the eight ghosts and were walking down the corridor together. Of course there's Angelina.
"Ah, Murayama."
County Mountain appears there and speaks up. Three people stopping.
"I've already informed the lab. I told Enlance to get everyone together."
As the county mountain said, all the researchers were walking in one direction down the hallway.
"You seem to be acting calmly."
Seeing the researchers walk, Hachi said.
"They're all Mad Scientists of Food. Some are somewhat upset, but others are more dared."
County Mountain with no heart or boast.
Mr. Murayama, you said you couldn't get in touch with the Battle Creature administrator.
"Yeah. I tried calling Battle Creature Production, but no one answered."
"The Battle Creature Production Department's Komikeski Komiya has gone awry."
It's who the two of them were suspicious of the behavior. No, it's suspicious from the others. I can see a subtle change in people like before. The way the expression is made and the way it is said and done is distorted. As far as listening to the content of the statement, etc., it is in person, not that the personality has changed dramatically, but I feel uncomfortable at all.
"Are you at the entrance? He is still suspicious. I mean, shit...... I forgot to tell him he was in charge of the Battle Creature Department."
It was Murayama, who closed his eyes and looked at him.