Justice and Lyssuzume took to the pot hill apartment that day as well. There is no true appearance today.
"Do you really want me to stay on track?
Justice asks Kettle Hill.
"On the second day since the presidential raid pickled with formalin, I see signs of adhesion. It will definitely be tomorrow."
Said Reisuzume, keeping the pose in arm.
"And will things be different again,"
Kettle Hill shrugged with his imaginary face. For a little while, the Homicide Club wants the formalin-pickled president to be distracted, Pot Hill hopes. That would also make my movements less likely to be enlightened.
"I'm also interested in talking about a child named Dawn Yu. Well, now is not the time to stand up and move. We're in the process of getting ready."
Seeing each of them, Kettle Hill declares once again.
"My ultimate aim is to find out why what makes a murder club work and destroy that function"
"Destroy the function?
Justice surprises the words of Kettle Hill.
"Murder clubs are viable because they are protected in the country. The police don't try to control it. Instead, they seem to be protecting it, and then they don't even make it public. But why? No matter how much Junko Yukioka speaks, this would be beyond the limit. Therefore, if we know why, we may be able to prevent the murder club from functioning."
Kettle Hill secretly expected the murder club to begin with an explanation of the circumstances by a child named Dawn Yu, who would also understand the mystery around it.
"What if I didn't know?
Justice to ask further.
"We're going to have to attack in another direction. Some hands allow other countries to intervene. When Luciferin Dust threatened the very existence of the back streets, that clan that dominated the United States clearly saw the Japanese back streets as problematic. Even if the Japanese press can't touch the murder club, the story is different when it comes to foreign countries."
"I'm impressed with other measures."
The pot hill is stuck in words for a moment in a word that has no rice knob.
"It makes sense what Rice Snub says, but you should try everything you come up with and can do"
And, pot hill.
"Or if she's in the grip of a government weakness, she's going to chop away from it..."
The Japanese government itself seems to be a more gigantic puppet of power, and rather than Junko Yukioka holding the weakness of the government, it is a pot hill that sees itself as having a close connection to that gigantic power. When that happens, we're not talking about government scandals, and it doesn't make much sense to attack like that.
"It's a violent means, but you can't crusade Junko Yukioka with someone in power connected to Junko Yukioka and Junko Yukioka himself? If you lose your head, the murder club will no longer function."
"Naturally there will be. You can't win with all the beauty."
Justice says, and the lyszme agrees.
"Keep that in mind, but there's no point in not figuring out who's in power connected to Snow Oka."
Kettle Hill exhales.
(Confronting violence with violence...)
I also know the rationale that violence itself is the most hateful thing about kettle hills, but you can't stick to your tastes.
"The murder of Junko Yukioka alone can crush the murder club once and for all. She's practically the one who's dividing it up."
Rice zume affirmed.
"You won't be able to modify it. Have you lost her, the owner, and the hypothetical power keeps the murder club?
"I see. Sure if you ask me..."
Kettle Hill was surprised and impressed by the unexpected turning of the head of the rice zume.
"It would also be time to see how it would look to get the formalin-pickled president to kill at all the fighting power of the murder club. It is desirable that their powers weaken a little, but if they move poorly, as I did yesterday, they may reduce the number of killers hired by the President pickled in formalin. I can't afford not to pay for the fire powder that comes down."
"You'd be able to sprinkle it and run, wouldn't you?
Kettle Hill asks Lyssuzume, but Lyssuzume shakes his neck sideways with his arms around him.
"I'll do everything I can to buy a sold fight. I can't bear to be denied rice."
I didn't know what it meant, but it was a pot hill that wouldn't poke any further because it was cumbersome.
Yu, who broke up with her shore husband, made his way to Father Kong's next room as soon as he got home.
Optical next time is not always true face, also resides a strong light in the eyes, staring at Yu who entered the room.
"Dad... do you remember?
Sitting in front of my father, Yu takes confirmation. Light Next spills a smile and nods lightly.
Yu has known a boy by the name of Fujishima husband for a long time. It is heard from the next light mouth.
It's light next always creates when escaping paranoia, light next another personality. He is the protagonist from a light order perspective when the optical order is tripping the metastatic paranoia of the other world. The name is always the same.
Until now, Kishifu's memory as a murder club member was the optical order that he only remembered in fragments, but the time he spent with Yu as Kishifu earlier was clearly remembered.
"I kept running away. Thanks to me running away, my mother let me die, too. And I couldn't accept that reality, and I ran away even more"
With a firm tone sometime, Optical Next begins to speak.
"On my behalf, Dog Breeder, you and your helper, Tunzawa, took care of Yu. Thankfully. And pity story. I... shouldn't have been such a parent."
"Then I should have been born. Then you didn't?
Take the next word butt, Yu asks.
"I didn't say that... No, will they take it that way? It was a silence. Forget it."
light order to excuse, but Yu's temper did not subside.
"Still... don't you get it? Still... you keep running away? Hard, impatient, run away. Is that all your father has?
I feel quiet but strong anger in my daughter's big eyes and in her comfortable voice in her adorable ears, and the light next flickers.
"In the end... that was futile"
Seeing Yu's face revealing disappointment and contempt, Optical Next went to war. I tasted bottomless fear and despair that my beloved daughter held such thoughts. But it was just after that that that I despaired even deeper.
"Why are you so weak?
With words, I see what glows from Yu's eyes spill, and the light next feels like my heart is torn apart.
"No, you can be weak if you're weak. If you are weak enough to look forward and try to move on. But my father doesn't even have it."
"Right...... right. You deserve to be blamed. I'm the bastard's worst piece of crap."
"Is that all you're doing? Say a grand cry in front of my daughter."
Yu stands up and looks down at Light Next in tears.
"Aren't you sorry your real daughter told you this? Don't you want to hit him in the head saying he's busy or something? I'd rather have a father who does that."
You know a hundred times that you can't do that to your father, but hit the unmistakable truth, and Yu waits for the light next reaction.
"What comes to my mind is against my weak self. Besides... there's no way I can gently hit such irrational and pitiful anger. That would be more pitiful as a parent."
I looked up at Yu and told her the next time I saw her, smiling.
"Neither what Yu has done desperately, nor how he feels, will be wasted. Give a convincing answer… Think now"
Yu's expression glows dramatically as his father uttered a slightly positive attitude.
"I'm sorry I said business..."
"No..."
Apologizing with a crying look. Gently, the light next felt sorry for the other way around.
(Me and Yu, it's not normal anymore. What Yu wants from me is just... should have been a normal parent. But now... no, even if it's not normal, at least don't run away)
Light Next finally decided at this time that he was ready to face each other, not distracting himself from the sins he had committed and the reality that was now there.
That afternoon, Ryujiro and Akiichi were wandering near a private earth school.
Without hiding, I dare to expose myself to the prospect of luring the killers hired by the formalin-pickled president to finish it at all.
"I've repelled four more pairs... but you're broken. Is it time to withdraw?
Sharp Ichi, walking, speaks to Ryujiro, next door.
"We may see him as strong and arrange for a stronger assassin. Strength inflation, I look forward to it."
Ryujiro in walking display state said, projecting a display in front of him and walking.
"A big operation to reduce the number of killers by a little bit would be nice, but wouldn't that be too underestimating?
"I'm not underestimating you ~. If a nasty enemy shows up, let's just run away"
Shortly after we said that, a big man appeared from the corner of the road, blocked in front of the two. Pretty close.
I won't let you get away with it.
A giant grins furiously at the full face. It was Ondrei Masalik.
"It's my virtue to know I'm unfavourable and not to miss a coward who just escapes."
"Hmm. Isn't that just a bad taste? He just likes to chase and kill people he thinks are weaker than he is."
Ryujiro looks up at Ondrei, who looks down at them and laughs at Niyaniya, smiling, too.
"But I know how that feels. I love that, too."
"Well, I don't care. Then I'll give it to the young man first."
"What? You're not gonna say a ticket to hell or that kind of cliché dialogue, are you?
"Give me the right to attack. I'll let you do it first. I'm gonna hold on to him. We must remind them that adults are strong in order to have an effective cage with unknown hungry people."
Showing his dirty teeth and laughing, Ondrey said arrogantly.