Yu and Tsuko were having a conversation on the train when they returned from Ajito to their home. Already in the evening, the number of people is slightly higher.
"You were told yesterday that you were superbly addicted to murder. That's a little overwhelming. He told me sharply, but he's okay."
Spilling a bitter laugh, Sachiko says.
"I'm sorry I said too much"
"Yeah, it's okay. That's what it was like, actually. Something desperate... it did feel possessed. I know I'm abnormal. Reasonably..."
Kuriko sighs heavily.
"So, I'm shocked by the boulders, even the blunt ones, for causing this important thing. But... honestly, some feelings are scuffy, aren't they? Well... I don't intend to do this on purpose, and I'm willing to weigh myself as much as I can in the future, but I'm anxious."
It is a rare and shady face to speak of for a pigeon.
"Are you anxious that you won't be able to restrain yourself? Ah?
"Yeah, I'm going to do it impulsively again if it gets harsh. Hey...... Yu"
It turned out to be a face that came to mind, Sachiko said.
"Will you keep an eye on me so that I don't run wild with my control no longer working?
"I refuse."
As for Yuko, it was a sincere and desperate request, but Yu refused with great regret.
The look on his face is strong. But Yu's expression doesn't change at all.
"I'm not a guardian, even if I'm a friend of Mr. Tsuko's. Are you telling me to stay with Mr. Sumiko all the time? Of course, when I'm on your side, I'll stop you."
"Oh well... that's right"
The tenacious look on his face soothed.
"You were too sweet, me. Sorry."
"Sounds good enough to be sweet. But Tsuko-san seems to be delicate."
"No, it's a bit clear to say that..."
Even more unforgiving words are uttered after the apology, and the look on the face of Koko is drawn.
"Who are you kind to? You look like a grown-up all the time, but you have a solid core, you have a clear brain, besides that membership level, and you're a backstreet person?
"At the time of joining the murder club, it's like being halfway back street, but before that, it seemed like it was surface street"
Yu answers Tsukiko's question very carefully.
"Something instead... a lot of things aren't normal, are they? Don't ask me any more."
I thought it might be something Yu didn't want me to touch, and Tsuko interrupted the conversation and opened the display on his phone.
"Mmm...... Hey, this..."
Opening a breaking news site, Kuniko muttered while gently urging her fingers to see the display.
Yu peeked in, and there was a tellup showing "Emergency Bulletin, Qu Sleep Review Tai Lian City Governor Suicide".
"There's also a suicide note. But suicide at this time?
"This is very easy to understand..."
Yu didn't even believe as much as Dew that it was truly suicide, etc.
Justice, rice zume, kettle hill, true four had been in conversation for quite some time to discuss what to do in the future, but along the way, I learned of the governor's suicide on TV news, and the conversation turned to you.
"The governor was murdered. It's impossible to kill yourself at this time."
Whatever you think, it's normal, but I thought that people on the street might not be able to make that obvious judgment either, and I said the truth clearly in my mouth.
"Did you kill Junko Yukioka? Make the murder club a rose belly."
The kettle hill turns to the true and asks, but shakes the true haze.
"There's no way that guy would kill for such a tiny motive. I wouldn't make it look like a suicide, even if it was the way I killed it, and if it was enough to kill it, I'd use it as an experimental bench. It was probably the real rulers of this country who killed them."
"What is a true ruler..."
To true words, righteousness moaning with a shuddering face. Cartoon meshed unrealistic phrase, but the truth is clearly out with certainty.
"In most countries around the world, there is a ruling class that never appears on the tabular stage. Sometimes they control one country, they manage across many countries, and there are multiple ruling factions mixed together in one country. It seems that the history of mankind has always been like being under these guys' control. Yukooka was so kind with these guys that he could use radiation all over the city and make a murder club or something."
What True has just said is the first story I have heard, not only of rice knobs and justice, but also of pot hills familiar with the back streets.
"Why did that true ruler make the governor look like a suicide and kill him?
Ask while the lyszme is in an arm-wrapped pose. I've been in this pose ever since I got here.
"It's show and sanction. Momentum that killed my body, probably because it rose the existence of a murder club. From here on out, it's my guess, but I think there's probably some other reason for the murder club to be in trouble than to be torn apart for the ruling class, which, when torn apart, just causes confusion to the country. Otherwise, I won't do it this far."
True to think that there would have been something to gain in the ruling class as well at the point of making them admit something like a murder club and work the effort of rubbing off and pressure. Junko had them admit the murder club in exchange.
"Let's gather some information and then sort it out"
That's what Kettle Hill urges, and Justice, True, and Kettle Hill each go online to gather information. Rise and shine remain in an arm-wrapped pose.
"Look at that. Not only from the front street, but in the back street, besides me, they showed up that they were hostile to these guys and started hunting."
Truth finds new information first and shows it to the four of us.
It was a site named 'Homicide Club Hunting'. Naturally, it is a backstreet site.
"What the..."
Justice groans. It was a site where all the names of the members of the murder club were lined up and each had a prize on it. Membership levels are not noted, but with regard to previous combat and homicide, data are recorded. The more they are, the more prizes they are put on.
"Is the operation a formalin-pickled president?"
True shrugged. If it's the work of his organization, which is attributed to the murder club, I can snort.
"Of course I'm on it, too. Fine."
Peek into the display from behind true, check your name on the members list, and rice tickle snorts satisfactorily.
"I beat up a backstreet free starter or killer, and I put that on video and sold it... As usual? Well, Yukioka does something similar."
As an entertainment provider in the back streets, nothing is wrong, but I am truly skeptical of how many killers will agree to fulfill it under the conditions of filming and flushing the scene of the killing.
"This... we'd better hold off for a while. No, it's natural to get ready under the water, but it's better to turn around a little to see how things are going now that this is happening. I'll leave it to these people, the President pickled in formalin. If you poke it bad now, it could be harmful here too"
"Now is the idea of opportunity, but be careful."
I really didn't understand what Kettle Hill was thinking.
"If a formalin-pickled president is going to attack from behind, why don't we attack from the surface at the same time?
"In the gap being attacked from the back, this one will be ready for immediate execution of the next plan. I won't make it negative, and I'll take advantage of this situation. I'm not wasting it."
"I see..."
I don't think it's true, but I really thought it was the pot hill idea. I feel used to it.
On the train home from Ajito, Ryujiro and Akiichi also confirmed the homicide club hunt for the President pickled in formalin.
"Ooh, you can say this is a crisis in the survival of the murder club. I didn't expect enemies to boil at the same time."
Ryujiro says with a pleasant smile as he looks at the special murder club hunting site, shown on the display.
"Didn't the formalin-pickled president see it as easy to do because of this timing, and make a move? I might have been prepared in advance."
Says Akiichi.
"Definitely not - Junko, what are you going to do about it?"
"Sounds like fun..."
Sharp One looks at Ryujiro in a frightened mood.
"What? Aren't you having fun? This situation."
"If this makes you lose your people, nothing's gonna be fun, okay? That's what crisis means."
"So is that. We'll be fine. Let's do our best not to miss a single one."
Sharply pointed out with a true face, Ryujiro's smile did not break.