Tadashi Akamori was a local official.
The city's special claims office, where he works, had very disgusting staff. Older middle-aged woman with a bad mouth, transverse and intimidating. There is only a dignified response to citizens and staff, but only to bosses.
The reason he went to the Snow Oka Institute is extremely simple. I want to butch this shitty bitch. That's all.
The Red Forest, which became an experimental bench and gained the power to do so, made up hope. I shook him up and killed him. I slaughtered him. The police came to the interview and a lot of things went wrong, but they didn't have to find out it was the Red Forest's fault.
If that's the end of this story, that's good. But that doesn't end there, so it's troublesome.
Mad scientist who modified Akamori - Junko Yukioka didn't want to cut his relationship with Akamori with it. He gave instructions to Red Forest to fight the residents of the back streets, and also let them fight other mice. I obeyed it at first, but from the third time on, it got ridiculous and I stopped obeying. As per the contract, it turned out to be an experimental platform, and still, the relationship should be over.
"Being my experimental bench means getting me to work with you as an experimental bench all the way up ahead, okay? Didn't I tell you?
When I complained to Junko, she said so with a laugh. Of course I didn't hear that. When I told him clearly that I would no longer obey him, another mouse attacked me at a later date. The Red Forest returned the favor because it was stronger, but it is clear that the assassins will be released beyond.
Sooner or later, Red Forest thinks, trying to kill a cute Mad Scientist just for that look. But I don't think it's going to be easy.
I've done a lot of research in Akamori, and Junko Yukioka mass-produces the same experimental bench as herself - the mouse, as a stock for letting go. And as part of the experiment when I felt like it, he said he would move and play.
Disgusted with that, the story is that there were quite a few who tried to kill Junko, but it's all in return.
Having determined that it was difficult on his own, Red Forest was desperately looking into the absence of a similar mouse. In the same situation as myself, I gathered several mice who were obsessed with Junko, trying to counter them with the power of numbers.
But so far, we haven't found any of those mice. Scared and anxious by the next assassin, Akamori is living his days working for the outpost.
"Mr. Shore, why don't you come and kill me with you from now on -?
The beginning was such an invitation from Ryujiro. Dragon Jiro spoke to Shore Husband when he tried to disband him on the day he assembled six people in the Student Chairman's Office at Earth School, Ajito.
"Who?
The shore husband inquires as he puts his eyes to pieces.
"It's not a commissioned murder, it's a murder of personal play. Up to how many people a month, capped by level, is a free murder."
That's all explained, Kishifu understands.
"Then I'll come with you."
Then an unexpected person was named. Excellent.
"If Yu goes, so do I."
"Uh, there's a problem with the place, and I can't take so many of them. Just Yu and Shore."
"Kechi. Chibi."
Kiriko is named, but Ryujiro says no softly. Tsukiko puffs his cheeks and poisons them.
Leaving the school building grounds, Shore husband and Yu take a taxi in the form of being taken by Ryujiro.
In the taxi, I was aware of the taxi driver, and there was no particular conversation, but I wanted to ask Kishifu a lot.
I just got out of the cab and I'll bump into some questions.
"How did Yu and Ryujiro get into the murder club?
That's because I want to kill people.
"I see."
Though it was meant to be a thoughtful question, Ryujiro and Yu answered promptly.
"Why do you want to kill people?
Kishifu further pokes and asks. Now I didn't get a light answer back. Yu is annoyed and openly hesitant. Ryujiro is an ideological face.
"I guess that was something you shouldn't have heard. But I really want to know. Know..."
Shore husband's words did not last until the end.
There must have been something to say, but in the middle of the words, Shore husband forgot what he wanted to say.
(See you later. Sometimes my head goes crazy. Why not...)
But the question about it also stops boiling.
(It's like my head, it's conveniently manipulated by someone, and it's ready to interrupt)
Forgetting even the meaning of the earliest question, Kishifu's head was thinking that way, but Ryujiro's talk dragged him back forcefully.
"There are people in this world who, even if they break the law and work evil, rub that evil out with their finances and power. Or you don't have to touch the law, you don't have to fall in the back streets, there are plenty of people doing bad things. Mass retardation of M&A and absorbed company employees. Isn't this evil? Yeah, I'm talking about your father, Akiichi. Besides, I even killed myself. Akeichi, your father's parents are the ones who weigh in on decency, and I blamed them badly, and they couldn't seem to stand your attentive and weak father. Aren't these two, who were his grandparents, evil? I'm not in this world anymore."
Kishifu wonders if it's okay to talk like that at will in the absence of Akichi.
"Akiichi, do you want to know why your grandparents went to other worlds?
Not the usual refreshing and flamboyant grin, but thoughtful - beard a grin that makes an evil impression somewhere, Ryujiro asks Shore husband.
I can guess when I put it that way. I guess Akeichi killed him.
"You thought it was you who killed him, didn't you? Just in case, I was the one who killed him. Me, I'm a barbecue."
Ryujiro turns from a thoughtful grin to an eye-catching grin that feels like doing it.
"That's why - I like to kill strong, bad people and get drunk on that catharsis in the pre building called Rehabilitation. I just love killing people like that. Justified murder is fun."
Laughing with a smile, Ryujiro speaks in a tear-eyed tone.
So finally, Shore husband remembered why he asked such a question. Because Kishio himself wants to know. motive for joining the murder club. I don't even remember what the motive was already in Shore Husband's memory.
If I listened to the motives of others, I was a shore husband who I thought would be inspired to recall, but listening to Ryujiro did not inspire me in any way.
Kishifu doesn't know who he is. Memories are flying fragments, and suddenly consciousness breaks all the time. Even if you're thinking about something, it often means that what you're thinking suddenly disappears.
I don't even know why I entered a place called the Murder Club anymore. But when I say that in front of them, I get anxious about what they will think.
"Where's Yu?
Shosho husband turned to Yu, but Yu looked sorry and shook his neck sideways as he sifted.
"So, what about Mr. Shore at the end of the line?
Ryujiro asks. I felt that pressure to say it because it was the top of the line, but I can't say it because I don't know.
"I know..."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said.
He was the shore husband who honestly tried to unravel the circumstances of not knowing, but Yu speaks as if to put it over him.
"Really? I feel like I'm the only one who lost it."
"Oh, sorry"
"I'm sorry."
I joke and say Ryujiro, but I think he may have even been a little uncomfortable, and Kishifu and Yu apologize.
"Well, let's go through the process for finding things first."
"Find?"
Shore husband gives a strange voice to Ryujiro, who projects a holographic display into the air from his fingertip phone and runs unintelligible words.
Ryujiro had been running his fingers on the display for a while, but eventually flipped the screen to show Yu and Kishifu the site he was opening.
"Registration of Mr. Shore and Mr. Yu, complete. Now the three of us can go and find the target immediately."
The name of the site was a strange substitute, such as' President Pickled in formalin '.
"Backstreet site?
Yu was also convinced by the words he had spoken. The site was lined with headlines of upcoming events. With all the different titles, such as the Virgin Mass Veterinary Rape Campaign, the Presbyterian Firewood Campfire, the organ removal show for children sold for human trafficking, and the Killing Between Toddlers World Championship tournament, Kishifu faces off.
"You're just like us. With gold and power, you get pleasure that kills people's lives. We didn't pay for it, we were lucky enough to be a member of the Murder Club, but we need a lot of money to be a member here."
"By signing up, do you mean we've become members here, too?
"Yes, because otherwise you will not be able to attend an event organised by this organisation"
Ryujiro nods to Yu's question.
"What are you going to do when you become a member of an organization like this?
"Is that it? From what we've been talking about, don't you see? The users of this organization's services are people's skinned livestock, who pay to enjoy people's pain and death as a feast. That beast is the offering to the devil - my prey. I'm always looking for targets in this organization."
Speaking pleasantly, Ryujiro points to the building right next to him.
"This is the place. One of the branches of the President pickled in formalin and the event is scheduled for tonight. There's a lot of prey."