"Looks like they got away completely. The sound disappeared."
With her cut nose and mouth pressed against her wound as if stuck together, the lion wife tells her in a cuddly voice.
"Has Taro Platinum been hit?"
Lion wife overlooking the wreckage of White Kintaro rolling with her neck snapped and on one knee. The injury I received on my face was severe and it made me harder to stand.
"Excuse me, would you stick around for a second? I'll stick with your lion wife's too."
The head of the rolling platinum taro speaks.
"There's Dejav"
Seeing Ip Mountain push Platinum Taro's head against his torso, his lion wife squeaks.
"Push harder. So it feels like scraping clay to fit, and it's like," Oh, that's good, that's good. "
After demanding this from Ip Mountain, Platinum Taro rises and gently turns his neck.
"What a way to get back inside. It's gonna bleed a little bit."
Saying, Platinum Taro walks to his lion wife.
"I'm not very good at mine either, and it's harder to clay and connect other people's bodies, but I'll give it a try"
Platinum Taro reaches into the face of the lion wife, touches the detached mouth, presses the two chopped clays, mixes them together and twists the lion wife's mouth around.
"Connected. However, it's only the outside that's fully connected, and the inside one feels a little unstable, so you should rest for a while."
"Oh, thank you"
I still have tingling and soreness, but my nose started to work, and there was no obstacle to talking.
"Yet I started where Mr. Ip Shan fights and I saw it, but it's amazing. Do you need to take a three-on-one pull at all? Besides, they're quite a user."
No, I'm just a maggot.
Platinum Taro praises and Ip Mountain humbles herself like Ip Mountain.
"Besides, I didn't expect you to repel lightly with your spiritual possession blocking your sight. You didn't thank me yet. Thanks."
Lion wife with head down. I feel like it's been a long time since I've shown such deep gratitude.
"Hehe, you're one of us. Even I, like a maggot, can help my people enough. An inch of maggots is often referred to as a mutually supportive soul. Or let's call it a kind of maggot therapy."
"Maggot therapy?"
White Kintaro is surprised by the unfamiliar words emanating from the mouth of Ye Shan.
"It's a traditional cure: having maggots eat the necrotic tissue of the wound. Maggots don't harm healthy parts of the flesh, maggots even give you antimicrobials, and they sterilize you. We're talking about hospitals that we still practice today."
Ip Mountain speaks well.
"Ho, really? Not making it up? But what does that have to do with what we're talking about?
"Ugh... you think it has nothing to do with what we're talking about...? I thought we were together in the common denominator of maggots' effectiveness that some lives are saved by maggots..."
"No, no, no, you don't know how to connect that story."
Seeing the interaction between Ip Mountain and Platinum Taro, a lion wife with no heart or a broken wolf's mouth.
"Are you one of us..."
I lost it, but to my lion wife, dance. Bacteria, too, was a companion. It was a short time, but I think it was a pleasant time.
(When I was a child, I couldn't open my heart to anyone with whom, and I didn't understand that friendship was a sense of fellowship. But now I feel like I know somehow. Dance. Even when I was with the bacteria guys, I didn't feel bad, and I feel like losing it made my heart fall out...)
Meditating, the lion wife tastes warmth and loss at the same time.
(What do any humans want a place to be? Even pale men like me. No, it was just pale until now, and from now on... no?
From the time of the formation of the Dance Bacteria, I was a lion wife who had felt that way, like something that was missing from me had been put on.
When he noticed, Yukiko was sleeping unconstitutionally in a subspace tunnel.
Even though I thought I was dead, I'm alive. There are holes in the clothes, but no scratches in the belly. But my body is terrible and I can't help it. My head is also badly blurred. I can see my health is considerably reduced.
Ten nights were laid to sleep on the side. He is resting quietly. And beside it was a shaking figure, which was brought to the invisible wall with his hips down.
I guessed the general situation, but the doubt boils.
"Thank you for your help. But why am I alive?
"It's a trade secret. To be honest, you were just around the corner. I thought you might not be able to help."
Tell the lucky boy to thank you that he doesn't care.
"You've escaped a lot."
"How to escape is also a trade secret. And ten nights and you rest here for a while. They're in this facility, and they're so hostile to us, they can't even take a break in the room."
"Okay."
Sachiko nodded asleep in his words.
"Shake, what's wrong? Determine your future policy."
My heart was looking up at the void in the wind, such as not here, and I heard a voice. There is some speculation as to why the shake is strange.
"Just now... for a few moments, I was scared. I wasn't worried about ten nights, I wasn't angry that ten nights got done, and my fear of dying took precedence. So... I couldn't move. I quickly regained my mind. For a moment. Still, it was frightening and stiffening. I guess I wasn't ready..."
A shake that uncommonly fades away and speaks of its own ugliness.
As he smiles slightly and leans toward the shaking, he grips his fist and shakes it down over his shaking head slightly harder.
"It hurts, Mrs..."
"I hurt you. To keep you in the mood. But I was relieved to know that you felt the same way."
"With a smile on his face," he said.
"There were times when I couldn't move because of fear, too. It was a battle with Aizawa. Until then, there was a part of me that was in good shape, and it was a defeat like the old one, and it was supposed to be dead. But luckily, I've connected my life, and you haven't lost anything in particular. We're on."
"You mean reflect and use it next."
He was told, and the shaking grinned lightly.
"Well, then you just want me to hear the boss's decision. What are you gonna do now?
"Let Ten Nights and Yukiko rest in the subspace until they recover. Me and Mr. Tsubaki acted for a while. They're gathering people from the lab at the entrance, and we'll go there and talk about the situation. That people were dying in Battle Creature's lab, that whoever killed the director had been exorcised, and that some of them looked like masterminds. Now... okay?
"You don't need to ask me one last time. Even before the outsiders watched it, it was lame."
"Ah..."
Pointed out, the shaking glances at the lucky child who is falling asleep.
"Is it a mentorship? Nice stuff."
Smiling small toward the shake, Yukiko remembers once having Sister teach him a lot.
"I feel more like a sister who takes care of two troubled children than a mentor."
So he shrugged his shoulder.
"Sorry to bother you."
As Junko opened the door and entered the laboratory, dozens of Mad Scientists in white were sitting on the floor with their hips down. Attention is paid to Junko and the others simultaneously.
"Hmm? Why are there so many people here?"
"It's Miss Yukioka."
"It's Junko Yukioka, one of the three madmen!
"Oh, I didn't know the legendary Mad Scientist would show up on this occasion at this time!
"Ka, Junko, let me take a picture."
Fellows arrive to kill Junko with a joyous look.
"Hey, Yukioka-kun."
In the meantime, a Mad Scientist I know raises his hand and speaks up. County Mountain. Next door is my man Village Mountain.
"Jah!? Jahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
When he sees Junko, Angelina, who was next to Murayama, rages, swinging her hands around with an anger, trying to strike Junko.
"Here, Angelina, don't"
"Japu!?
Murayama pulls the string he has wrapped around Angelina's back bile, and Angelina falls on her back and punches her back of the head on the floor.
"Jaaaaaaaa! Jaaaa!
"What is it, this...?
Still in a fallen position, he pummels human hands and feet, overlooks the angry voiced dolphin Phantom, tired of being taken aback.
The county mountain, which pushed the gallery over to Junko's side, explained all the current situation. The story of the junction, the fact that they went to the place where Battle Creature was made, the story of WH4.
"Some technicians haven't come to the entrance yet. I'm worried."
Eight ghosts come to the side of the Junkos where the county mountain told them so.
"It's Hachino Hachino-kun from Luciferin Dust. Junko Suzuoka, we're talking about isolated spaces here, but how did you get in?
"Normally I went in from the outside. Looks like it's easy to get in from the outside. But you can't get out of the inside."
"I see. I'm saying the same thing as Yukiko Du. So, what brings you here?
Eight ghosts look up at Junko like he smells frigid.
"The Dusty Resistance is like my disciple. I knew it was a pinch, and I just came to help."
True answers on behalf of Junko.
"How did you know it was a pinch?
"Who are you in the first place? I don't know who I met the first time. Why do I have to ask questions and answer them?"
True to respond to the eight ghosts with a more pale mouthfeel than usual.
"You said you belonged to Luciferin Dust?
"I don't know. Trouble being spoken of as if everyone knew a minor organization"
"Hey, hey, True, why are you fighting like that?
Seeing that the truth is sometime belligerent, Junko asks in wonder.
"I just don't like Luciferin Dust. These are the frigid gatherers of hypocritical power who are suppressing the back streets."
"You know that."
When I hear the true words answering Junko, Eight Ghosts poke at him.
"There are a lot of purposes, but the problem solving here will be included, so don't worry. Oh, and there are other reinforcements."
"Whoa, whoa! I didn't know Junko Suzuoka would come to the convergence of things!
"Miss Yukioka would do something about it."
"Hey, come on. Look, just one photo, one photo."
"We may now be in the midst of a moment of movement in the history of the Mandocytheist world."
Listening to the words of Junko, the members of the Sana Biology Laboratory boiled with a voice of excitement, relief and joy.
"Reinforcements, right? I'm willing to fight someone from the start. And when I knew who that person was. How can the people here be happy to just get caught up and lose money? Scientists are stupid."
Eight ghosts were shuddering and groaning at the look of it, but it had not reached the ears of any but three: Junko, True, and Tired.