True and Junko were on the spot too, so open the net and check things out.
"Yukioka..."
True sees Junko. This was also the nuance of your questioning about how you worked, and it was true that you called your name and turned your face, but Junko shook it small with a straight face.
(Asked Kurodo to distribute the membership roster to the president pickled in formalin, but it was even flowing to Mr. Kettlehill and the others...? Besides, I didn't expect it to even leak the activity records of the murder club. No, I don't think Kurodo did it.
Junko understood the approximate structure of what kind of tease this situation arose.
"Explain what you mean."
True prompts. From the true eyes, it looked like Junko was wearing roughly the area.
"Maybe there are people in the police who are obnoxious about the murder club, and they tied up and passed the information on"
"Why the police...?
Kishifu asks.
"Police cooperation is essential to the survival of a murder club. In order to prevent the police from getting caught, the police have to control the information in the murder club. Don't get a member of the homicide club - instruct them to release you as soon as they get caught. And to get rid of murder club crimes efficiently."
There were several mute people looking at Junko, wondering if it was okay to talk like this, even though the starters and killers hired by the outsider, President Hormaline Pickled, were in the same place.
"Mr. Shore, it was also written in the guidance of the homicide club that until now it was the police who guaranteed the activities of the homicide club, the person asking for approval in an individual's murder, and then it was all the police who would do the same. But if that cop betrayed us, wouldn't we be deadly?"
Hearing Ryujiro say it in a sarcastic tone, the faces of the murder club and the doomsayers flaunt.
"It's not like I didn't predict or predict there would be a rebel inside the police, and I told them the possibility... I wonder if that means you missed it off guard there. There's no way I can even check inside the police..."
Junko says with a thought face.
"It's not very important when this happens, but is it possible that other than the police spilled information?
To Ryujiro's question, Junko waved Hakaburi.
"I think it's almost impossible. Of course, there are quite a few people outside the police who know about the existence of murder clubs, but those people don't even know the details. The police are the ones who know the most. Besides, I wonder if it would be difficult for individuals to divulge this information. I see some people working together. So, I know about the existence of murder clubs outside the police because there seems to be a lot of people on an individual basis. Then I saw that there could be no other spill than from inside the police."
"But that's the way you don't like it. Was Kettle Hill the guy who would do this..."
True to remember Junko being exposed to Van Damme on TV and feeling sick.
"What are we going to do? I can't believe I even exposed my family..."
"Maybe this is all I'm sorry for. This is nothing but humid harassment."
Junko speaks to one of the members who asks anxiously about something that increasingly incites anxiety.
"I could predict roughly a few patterns for the other way around and what's coming next, and now let's see how things go a little bit."
While the members are upset, Junko is not very nervous. But seeing Junko's spare attitude, there were also a few who were relieved.
(This list...... not all of the murders in the murder club so far are on it. There was no list of requested murders, only activity records of free murders. I mean, the people in charge of requesting the murder - Kurodo or Umezu didn't leak the information?)
Seeing the names exposed to the summary site of the homicide club member exposure, Junko thinks that this matter should be kept quiet from the homicide club members. He said this might be the place to go. And there could be some traitors among the members.
(Ma, even if I keep my mouth shut, you'll soon notice. What does it mean to only be exposed to murder?)
Members likely to notice that fact were also pure children with largely eye-catching stars.
Kettle Hill had partially obtained the membership list of the Murder Club and their previous record of activities.
"I thoroughly washed the twats of police officials. And someone inside the police, disgusted with the murder club, was able to make contact with those who were collecting information independently."
The day after the murder club and the formalin-pickled president's death game, in his home apartment, pot hill tells in front of rice squirrels and justice.
"It's terrible, even the other family! Way too dirty! And then even the rice knobs and the table grinders rolled up...!
It was justice to bite with indignation, but Kettle Hill does not change his expression.
"I have proper permission for rice squirrels. I'm sorry about Takuma, but if we don't leave him exposed together, he could be treated as a traitor, a spy by their people, and a danger. I just need you to be patient."
"I can never be convinced this way. Same as them. Without choosing the means, do we just have to win? Was that who you were?
It's not like Kettle Hill doesn't feel anything when he sees justice stripping away the blue smell of justice. It reminds me of my old self, somewhat, and there are parts that hurt.
"I'm sorry you were such a person. But the enemy is mighty. I can't stay focused on the means. I use it no matter how dirty my hands are. There's no point in choosing means and losing. Murder clubs continue after this, people keep getting killed"
In a pot hill that spoke pale, Justice found no words to say back, silent, and rough footsteps, and left the apartment.
"So, what do we do now?
In an arm-wrapped pose, Lyssuzume asks.
"While they were distracted by the formalin-pickled president, they turned their hands around a lot. This time it's not enough to be in a weekly magazine. Well, this one hit the batter, so we'll wait for the results, and we'll wait for the other way out."
That being said, Kettle Hill took out the cigarette and set it on fire.
The day after the drum can kick, Yoda was also assembled in an apartment in Ajito.
"The threat of a president pickled in formalin is probably gone, so you can go home now."
With the heavy air silent, Ryujiro speaks.
"This is what that pot hill guy said...?
Koko opens his mouth with a dark face. After being exposed to myself and my own family's name, my family was watching it, so I have been pretty rubbing it with my family since I got home for a long time, and I am tired.
"There is no one else, and I hope True you clearly gave that name. I was disappointed in Mr. Kettle Hill."
Yu says.
"Hey, look at this..."
Table grinding that enlarges and inverts the display with groans.
There was a website there named 'Murder Club Victims'. I'm surprised they're even made like that.
"Are you gathering the survivors of those killed by the murder club? Besides, next to the list of victims' names, it even says the names of the victims' survivors, the names of the members who killed them, and the members' families and addresses."
Ryujiro reports with his hands on his chin and a slight laugh and pleasure.
"Oh, my name's on here, too. This is terrible...... But you don't have any favors either."
Kiriko turns to face.
"I just realized, thank God this, you don't have any commissioned murders on it. Looks like the list leaked from the police doesn't include the requested murder. It's all about free murder."
Ryujiro points it out. It became number one, when he noticed the fact that Junko had left it untouched.
"Oh, it's true. It doesn't even seem to be listed for self-defense or to help someone, or for murder in nasty circumstances. My name is definitely not there."
I have not committed any other murders. I am Yu.
"Did Junko not notice about this? Ah. Or did you notice and keep quiet?"
"I had noticed, but I guess I kept quiet. Read that there are traitors in the murder club."
In response to Yu's words, Akeichi returns them that way.
"Let's talk to Junko for a second. I'll call you."
You call Junko and tell him there's no list of requested murders.
"I noticed that, too. I dare you to keep your mouth shut. '
"I kept my mouth shut because I thought that the possibility of a traitor and the absence of a commissioned murder list would be the key, right?
"Sort of."
To Yu's point, Junko was smiling satisfactorily across the phone.
"How do you know that the absence of a commissioned murder list is an important key? Uh, yes, yes. I don't know because I'm just a smartass with test results."
"You don't have to tell me that from yourself anyway. I don't know either."
At the same time as the question, sharp one sees Ryujiro with a grumpy face to the table grinding mouth a self-inflicted dialogue. Ryuji also shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, letting him gesture if he didn't know.
"I mean, no, the police run a murder club, but that's what you thought the people you manage might be split up within the police. If you think the existence of a homicide club is unacceptable and you pass the information on, you should naturally also pass on about the requested murder. I was wondering if there were circumstances that prevented me from flowing the requested murder - no, because I didn't know about the requested murder, or because someone else managed it and couldn't grasp it, I thought that I had only flown a list of defined, individually free murders on a monthly basis."
Conscious of the questionable sharp yi and the tablemakers, Yu expresses his thoughts.
"Why is that an important key, because the people who were managing the commissioned murder didn't betray - Junko - the murder club? The police may be on our side, and they may be able to tell us who the people who gave the information are."
"What's the point of knowing those people when it's already a later festival?
'It's amazing. No, I'm surprised. Yu, you've poked the exact same spot I was after. I read it with you.'
After hearing and answering Sharp ichi's voice, Junko said in a voice with mixed emotion and amazement.
"This is what a dog owner would think, and I thought he'd poke me here."
I see. But Yu, since you've been using it as a thread for your offense, I'm going to do something terribly cruel next, but is that okay? I can do it, huh? Rather as an owner, as a backside, that's the part where I'm supposed to do it. Come on. '
"No, let me do it. Because I hate it the most that I'm a good kid without getting my hands dirty. Besides... they despise the murder club and they can't back down."
To Yu's offer, Junko again had a satisfying grin across the phone.
(I guess it's my fault... No, it's not my fault)
(Yu, are you mad?
Only Tsuko and Kishio noticed. To Yu's tone, only for a few moments, but to the fact that it sounded like she was pregnant with anger.
'All right. I'll tell my direct acquaintance at the police to talk to Yu and the others from me. Ask them to find the person in charge of the murder.' Cause I don't even know who the janitor is. '
Junko was lying. No, I wasn't telling the truth. Junko knows who the manager of the requested murder is, but he pretended not to know. Calculate that you don't want people to know you're too close to the police and Betta in the face of the murder club.
After Junko hangs up the phone, Yu stands up and looks over at the five of them.
"Everyone, please cooperate. In the honor of the murder club, no... you have no honor. Fight for pride."
Yu complains in a clear manner rather than the usual prolonged speech.
"I have no idea what you're going to do, but even if they refuse, we'll fight together."
Tablemill gives a refreshing grin and says in a powerful voice.
"Wow, you look great in a table mill."
"About me again. Like that... Anyway, I..."
To the words of Tsukiko, Takuma nagging.
"What exactly do I do?
sharp ichi asks.
"When I exposed Mr. Kettlehill's name online, do as I say, with anonymous bulletin boards and SNS, slap Mr. Kettlehill and inflame him. Please direct public opinion."
"That's pretty tough. I'm going to repeat myself while changing the terminal IP."
"Yes, good luck with that. Come on. Please, so-so."
Ryuji laughed bitterly at Yu's order, but Yu returned to the extended conversation and only ordered repeatedly.