Play with Mad Scientists!

When Dawn Yu was in sixth grade, her mother Dawn and Evenko committed suicide.

From a year and a half ago, his father Dawn Light The next spirit grew worse and worse, and Evening Son was shown to break the heart of his beloved, killing too many lives of despair.

What was left were two broken fathers and still a child superior.

Age too harsh and overloaded to take care of a crazy father.

I'm not allowed time to dwell on the grief I've lost, and the days I have to deal with the culprit I'm going to lose.

Whether he was a father who could do nothing voluntarily and fled into paranoia and repeated all his rumors, in his superiority, the option of abandonment did not appear.

I don't know what would have happened afterwards if a novelist named Koji and his acquaintance, Ichi Dog, hadn't cared and supported Yu's heart.

Yet Yu's heart was definitely eroded. A conversation with a classmate makes me want to block my ears, just to talk about my parents. On the day of the class visit, I also feel really conscious that I have not come only to my own parents. Instead the dog owner came and I honestly laughed even though I had been pulling and laughing as I twitched uncomfortably all the time.

"I'm a child of those parents, too, so I'm sure it's not decent"

To the dog breeder who visited the house, Yu, who had just turned twelve, became foolish, even though he knew he should not speak.

"What's decent in the first place? Decide on what basis you're decent or not?

The dog owner, always floating, asked in a tone that stood still smiling at that time. Yu is always saved in these places of the dog breeder. Relieved.

"Precisely, don't you just belong to the majority? Because I'm in a minority, and I feel drawn to it."

"That's not what I meant. It means that you have a strong sense that I'm the only inferior, missing person. Compared to the rest, I get an undivided hiccup."

"You mean it makes you feel inferior? Hmmm......"

Listen to Yu, the dog owner thinks.

"There are plenty of other guys like that. who do not have what a man has. Someone whose something is inferior to normal. It's not just about you. Unfortunately, you're going to have such an unfortunate childhood, but that doesn't mean you're unhappy all the way ahead, and you should give up on your parents now. No, you should cut it off. Even so... I guess it's an inseparable tach"

That word of the dog breeder - that there was more than just me - profoundly pierced Yu's heart.

That's normal if you think about it, but Yu wasn't particularly aware of it until then.

(You have my people somewhere...... Those people must be as miserable every day as I am...)

Being aware of that makes you feel easier, while also feeling heavier. At the same time, I remember the peace of mind that I am not alone and the empathy, sympathy and anger that those unseen comrades are suffering.

"Read this for a second? It's my book."

Having said that, the dog owner handed it to him was a novel in the name of 'Let's Join the Murder Club'.

Yu was strongly attracted to its content.

In the novel, all those who entered the homicide club and obtained permission to kill were unwanted or inferior. Those who were pushed to the bottom of society by bad luck alone. The pain of such people stripping society of their fangs with the overwhelming authority of murder privilege. And doomed.

Yu couldn't help but recognize that he was that father's daughter. Since I called the novel given to the dog breeder, Yu also continued to preserve herself by living with her fantasies.

If this thing called the Murder Club exists in reality, I'm sure there will be people similar to me. I'm sure my heart will forgive them if they become like they come out in a novel. I'm sure you'll have a good day. I'm sure I can reward you with one arrow for this piece of crap that is denigrating us. That must be fun. I'm sure I'll be saved. I'm sure... I'm sure...

That was four years and months ago.

When Yu found out about the fact, the first emotion that arose was so intense and angry that his bowels were about to boil back and twist off.

Social problems caused by the novel about joining a murder club. Those who actually ran to murder. works and authors by which they are named and beaten to the balls.

I feel dishonored at the same time by the work I love and the people I respect.

"It's an old story. I'm not just talking about this piece. I'm being beaten up all the time because I'm being drastic about writing. Want to check it out online? Because there's plenty of talk about that hand."

When Yu told the dog owner the story, the dog owner was laughing.

When Yu looked it up online and found out how the dog breeder was being slapped by what race, it was enough to tear up too much remorse.

For Yu, the dog keeper is the most respected person in the world, and since a year ago, he has been reading the work of the dog keeper from one end to the other, and is now a complete fan of the work. He seriously visited Yu's house and told me a lot of things in his place, and he was consulted.

Sure, the dog breeder's novel is poisonous, but I know exactly what he's reading about writing a piece trying to entertain his readers, and it's actually very interesting. Yu felt that the self-proclaimed good men, who are slapping it as a bad book that adversely affects society, are making unforgivable blasphemy.

Even if someone emerges who can no longer see reality and creation, it is unforgivable that the evildoer is bad, such as the work or the author being slapped for being evil. My favorite work is being disgraced by someone I respect. He is plunging up an unscrupulous ethic and is denigrated as evil. I can't help but regret and hate that.

"It's my honest feeling that I really want to create a murder club and kill all these people."

Dog breeders know that when Yu is not speaking in a prolonged manner, it is when his emotions are quite rough. Now is exactly the time.

"There are other people who want to kill me. I want you to kill all the people who did this to your father."

"If you say that, I'll be among them."

Dawn Light The dog breeder, who had an interaction with the next and also supported his work, laughed bitterly.

"I think it's wrong to say that there are so many people in the world who want to kill, but also a society where those who want to kill should not be free to kill. People who want to be killed by people are doing that much worse from people who want to kill them. I think this society is crazy. I hate this society itself."

(It tastes bad... this guy might lose control one of these days)

The dog owner accepts that Yu was the one who inspired this, but seemed to have a strange nature originally, and stimulated it in the worst possible way.

(Do you really want to create a murder club so you can do that? In a light-hearted megalodon or formalin-pickled president, this guy's desire can't be suppressed. No, we should also do something about the subject this guy is going to kill)

The dog owner was lost for some time afterwards. While I was lost, the case of the Murder Club was shelved, distracted by you, as the Megalodon of Thin Happiness, a religious group in which he holds his place as an executive, gradually reeked of kina.

That was about two years ago.

Two days after the suicide of Governor Taryan Tsukuba, the topic of suicide of Governor Taryan Tsukuba Tsukuba Tsukuba disappeared simultaneously from television, newspapers, weekly magazines and those official websites.

Since we can't interfere with the statements of individuals online by SNS or anonymous bulletin boards, the topic of the governor's sleeping governor and the murder club is still being discussed online. Of course, it's about the press stopping to perfection.

"Crowd rape, mosquito ugly, told me I couldn't handle a murder club anymore."

True to visit the apartment, the pot hill tells. All I have now is Truth and Kettle Hill.

"The governor did too much. against those who should not be defied."

True says.

"You mean the real rulers and the doings that I said before? Is that the big guy in the back street or something?

"It could be, and it might not be. In the sense that the big guy on the back street might also be in charge. They are the true rulers of the world. Many of the residents on the back street don't even know it exists."

To the pot hill asking, the truth answered.

"Even when it comes to rulers, not a single organization, clan or individual controls the whole world itself. It is intricately intertwined: country, region, race, religion, etc. 'Private oilfielders' dominate the United States and parts of Europe. Catholicism and the" reward of Yob ", which governs many European countries. Sometimes there are multiple layers of rulers in one country. In the case of Japan, it seems that more than one human being reigns as a single ruler."

"For them, such as the politicians who are trying to trade democratic votes, it can be replaced at any cost."

Kettle Hill snorts.

"It's unclear if I underestimate them that much, but the fact that they killed my son caused me to be so passionate that my sleeping reviews went against their intentions. Since the assassination of the president of the United States in the middle of the last century, and his brother five years later, it seems that it was not in any country that the exchangers stood up against them and reversed them"

"Considering the harsh way you punish the traitors, you're immeasurably arrogant people, their rulers and the others."

Kettle hill to state in a quiet tone, but from his anti-bone spirit, I hear the true story and feel terrible.

(Snow Oka's story is that the ruling class is not such a bad person, but it's certainly terribly barbaric to make it look like suicide and kill it and put sanctions on it and show it off)

I am really disgusted with this way of doing things.

"Such a giant power is the enemy who can carry out a business that doesn't even think of people's lives as farts..."

A pot hill that becomes a nagging addition and subtraction and exhales heavily.

"Give up?

See how that pot hill is, and the truth asks.

"No, I'm not giving up"

The pot hill laughs small.

"I'll try as much as I can. If it's a bite of a feather, it could be a lifesaver. If you don't do anything, there's nothing left."

Normally, it was true that I had a fondness for the minds of these rebels, but to that of Kettle Hill, for some reason, I had an uncomfortable feeling and at the same time had a bad feeling.

That was hours ago.