President pickled in formalin. A room in a branch. Senior executives Kaori Akino and Shigeru Shigemitsu have each projected a holographic display in front of them to confirm their reaction to the opening of a special murder club site.
Just two hours after the launch of the special murder club hunting site. Backstreet related anonymous bulletin boards were a totally big topic.
Seeing the reaction on the display, Shiraishi Sanro laughs at the garlic.
"That's a huge response. Naturally."
Murder club that is currently making public noise. A formalin-pickled president who declared himself dignified in hunting for it. There's no way the residents on the back street are dull with this.
"So, has anyone named themselves for fighting a murder club? That's the problem."
Incense asks calmly.
"Eh... that's not at all yet. Well, it's only been two hours."
I can't seem to tell you, Sanro Shiragi.
"But... I played quite a bit of money, and I wish I could come alone..."
"It's a failure to set up a counter. Unless you have a Sakura, it's hard to apply."
The special site points to the installation of a counter describing the number of people who named the bounty hunter, Incense said.
"And you won't be able to stream it with video. In rare cases, there are end-of-life shoppers who can take on even on those terms, but most of them don't want to be flushed, such as when they're working."
"Oh, really..."
"Basically, we don't shoot, but the good guys still change to a more reward-plus route. You succeeded in getting attention, but you failed a little in the way you called for recruiting. I got greedy. It's my failure."
It was incense that made me feel like tongue-beating, but I don't even want to show that kind of behavior in front of junior senior executives, so I'll be patient.
"We'll just have to collect them directly here. Try to hire killers from abroad."
That said, incense quickly got to work on a search for an overseas armed killer.
"Junko... I don't know what we've been protecting the Murder Club for."
The content of the phone call I received from Junko was anxiety and complaining about the current situation.
At the request of Junko, the opponent is one of the Fixers of this country, who, under a deal, worked to tolerate the existence of a murder club. Due to the combination of various positions, it is advantageous to suppress various organizations and government agencies.
"It means the end is near. It's time to finish, and I don't think there's anything in the way of the plan, huh? The last thing I planned to do was make enemies that would be an obstacle to the murder club for sorting. Well, the governor made it public, the entry of a formalin-pickled president, that was unexpected around here."
Junko returns it like that with no food on his face.
"By the way, did you instruct String Spiral to kill the governor?
"No way. There's no way I'm gonna do that. In the first place, I don't want anyone in my position to instruct me. This kind of thing seems to be for someone in a much lower position to execute at their own discretion without asking for judgment up there. Whatever the circumstances, the fussy exchanger (Haribote), regardless of his position, deserves the reward, so that's all we're talking about. It happens automatically. '
The person on Junko's phone has a variety of faces. He was the head of a witchcraft school landlord who served as a spiritual defense for hundreds of years, was also one of the top executives of Backstreet Central, the Thirteenth Staircase of Pleasure, a figure who also reigned as one of the true rulers of this country - the White Fox String Spiral.
'I hope it works out ahead. Anyway, a good member of the murder club should try not to die. If it was, could we finish the murder club right now, before the damage happens?
"So this is the last sort. Survivors are the best."
"Uh, say that, the truth is, Junko just wants to play, 'cause I'm a good spotter."
Says String Spiral in a tear-eyed voice and way of speaking. According to stories I heard from tired people, this has been the case for a hundred and sixty years.
"I have feelings for anxiety, but I will fulfill my promise exactly, and prioritizing my play until I break my promise... I'll do it my way, but don't worry, I won't this time."
"Eh, if you say that the way you say it, you don't trust me at all"
"I may take some trouble from now on, but String Spiral said you wouldn't do anything to undermine it."
"I hope so. Ma, I don't want to complain too much because I'm entertaining you too, but I seem relieved to find that I can still afford Junko. Bye ~. Bye ~ '
"I haven't heard that in a long time."
Junko groaned bitterly after the string screw hung up the phone.
As Tablemill walked through the downtown area of the perfect town night, he discovered a familiar figure.
"Is that it? Hey, shore husband"
Takuma, who left Ajito, shopped in the perfect town and then wanted to go home, finds her shore husband walking a little further away and speaks up.
But Shore husband doesn't respond. Despite the obvious distance the voice can reach.
On the contrary, he walks as if he were not here in his heart. Seeing it makes me wonder.
(Is he really Shore Husband? The atmosphere is completely different. It's like someone else. Are you sick or something? Or was it something shocking, too?
Seeing the strange shore husband obviously, the table grind counts with this.
Shosho husband did not try to come in front of the table mill, he broke on his way and went right into the candoville where he was on the sidelines.
Takuma, concerned, sneaks after her shore husband and enters Candoville herself.
Shore husband going to an unpopular place in the building.
(Huh...? Here...)
Takuma knows the place, too.
As Kishifu heads to the wall, he opens a lid lined with buttons that open a secret staircase leading down to the basement, typing in his password. Eventually a slice enters the wall and the stairs open.
(To the Snow Oka Institute......? What are you doing?
I was interested, but found it difficult to follow any further on the boulder, and Takuma left only doubts and went outside Candoville.
Yu, who returned home, was dining opposite his father's optical order. My father just woke up.
"Dad, you look good lately."
Yu speaks with a bright voice and expression.
"Oh, you're feeling great now that you're here a lot."
Wonderfully said light next. Yu knows why.
"Oh...... sorry. I'm supposed to live this way. As a normal father, I had to treat him well, but I gave it up..."
"Don't say any more. Aye. Because you seem to be doing well, but I don't want to get sick again."
I feel disturbed by my daughter's voice, and the light next looks frightened.
"Sorry...... but I really think it was bad"
(All lies......)
Yu didn't believe my father's words at all.
(I'm fooling myself, not me, by showing my daughter that it's bad for once, too. You're lying to yourself and deluding yourself into running away because you don't want to admit you're a really bad person. That's what my father is)
The essence of the Father is a superior who is discerning everything.
"Oh yeah..."
Second, the optical order of view of the calendar.
"Tomorrow is... Mother's day of life..."
"What is that?
My father's verbal reaction, Yu utters a chilled voice. I also did recognize that the light next time there was anger in his eyes.
"Yu... can't you forgive me for my mother yet?
"He's a traitor who's flimsy and vulnerable."
Optically asked hesitantly Next, Yu returns a reply that is not even oblivious.
"I ran away from dying and didn't think about us."
"I want you to forgive me one day. Otherwise, your mother would be pathetic, wouldn't she?
Yu rounds his eyes to that word by a soft voice from the next light mouth.
(Is this word a lie that falsifies itself? Or your father's true intentions?
He was always a good man who was going to spot the light next mind, but all this time he couldn't tell, and then he kept eating silently.
"You formalin-pickled president. I wish I was somewhere else."
The dog owner grumbles abominably when he sees a special homicide club hunting site.
(Shall I crush it)
I thought so for a moment, but I immediately change my mind.
"Let's see how it goes now, or interfere to some extent... well, you're looking at Yu's arrangement. This is her stage."
And the formalin-pickled president also stood on that stage, so the dog owner decided on his mind to keep him as much as possible from the sleeve of the stage to the backup.
25, let's join the murder club and play. End of story.