Play with Mad Scientists!

The visitor was told he was coming and was in front of the pot hill headed to the visiting room was a beautiful girl with a familiar Yufu long hair, who looked like an adult.

"Hi..."

Teng himself, who has broken his righteousness and tailored himself to sinners, meets with regret.

"You got a police officer out of your seat..."

Even though it's not a lawyer meeting, I notice the fact that the police officer will be gone during the meeting, and the kettle hill that speaks of it.

"Yes, I was allowed to have any conversation and have unlimited visiting time"

After having Zhu Tang turn his hand in advance, he is Yu, who came to see him.

"Is that how you imitate me again?"

Sighing pot hill. Breaking the rules and abusing power in personal thoughts is what Kettle Hill hates more than anything else.

"I have a sense of using dirty hands, and I think it's bad. But it was Mr. Kettlehill who used his dirty hands first, wasn't it? Seeing that way, I thought about fighting back without mercy."

I soon found out that you were referring to what you exposed even the flesh and blood of a murder club member.

"Well, I'm not resenting you. I was your target in the first place. And yet, thanks to your choice not to kill me, I let you live. I guess we got a bee who imitated that favor with vengeance."

Pot Hill wonders if this girl would have added or subtracted somewhat if she hadn't acted in such a way as to expose herself to their families.

I haven't noticed Kettle Hill, but Yu thinks it was perfectly as Junko planned that we didn't kill Kettle Hill when we got the requested murder. But I decide I don't have to teach Kettle Hill that.

"I have a lot to ask..."

"Ask me anything. That's why I'm here."

That's what they say gently, and Kettle Hill smiles again. He's smart, and he's got good roots. I even think that I'm the one who pissed such a child off and dyed my hands in evil, that it's the real evil.

"You wanted to create a murder club, but in the end you didn't kill anyone. Is that just for sarcasm about society and the law?

"No...... As I said in the meantime, my father's case... if you think you can kill him at any time, still, it doesn't matter. And then someone who cared a lot about me said this to me. 'You don't get your hands dirty as long as you can. Be patient. I know everything you have to say. I know how you feel too. But this is my selfishness'. So I was patient, but my intent to kill diminished the moment I actually had a murder club and no longer had to endure it. Seeing as the others were killing someone they wanted to kill, freeing them from the bondage of the law and gaining their freedom, that made me content. I also knew by reason that it was a resentment. But..."

Freshly screwed all at once, then cut the words there, Yu who will have a slightly darker face.

"But there's still plenty of intent on killing other people."

"What kind of people? Before this, you said it was a secret, but that's because if you let me hear it, it doesn't taste good? Or is it a story you're simply ashamed to say?

"There's only one person there who didn't want to teach you,"

It's a story I didn't want to tell in front of my shore husband.

Then Yu told the story of those who were slapping the dog breeder's novel. I also talked about all the names of the dog breeders and their relationship with the dog breeders. Talk to me, but don't bother the dog owner.

However, don't tell Junko that you were urged by the dog breeder to visit the Yukooka Institute with the dog breeder and talk to Junko about establishing a murder club.

"Hate of those who do righteousness and oppression? That's a tough question."

Arm-wrapped and roaring pot hill. But this one's motive is more understandable to Kettle Hill. It was difficult to understand Yu's intentions and intentions to kill an unspecified number of people for his crazy father.

"It's not hard. Even if they say it right - I don't know what they would turn down to be right, but I feel very bad for those who are oppressed with it. I feel bad enough to be willing to kill you. And yet it's strange that you shouldn't kill them."

"It's also weird to fly until you think about wanting to kill me there. Nevertheless, I can see my anger at the act of flying the flag of justice and attacking others..."

Honestly, Kettle Hill is where those people died, and I just think about it. But when it comes to killing with your own hands, it's not the story.

"Even Mr. Kettlehill couldn't tolerate the reality of evil: a murder club or something, and he must have stood up to it. Same goes for me. Flying the flag of social justice, I was asked to bump and fulfill my desire to make a murder club a reality because people who oppress things they don't like are unforgivable."

"It would be a mistake. I still know if you're going to kill those haters directly, but I didn't expect you to do a return of interest in the form of making the murder club happen... Then those murdered by the Murder Club will be just the same."

"Yes, you're right. That's just it. But what I chose as my biggest payback was to create a murder club itself."

"That's the weirdest part... but one way or another, it sounds more like the anger I heard today about whoever slapped a murder club novel than the anger at whoever drove your father crazy triggered your desire for a murder club in reality"

"There's a lot of mixed feelings, but maybe it is."

In Yu, all sorts of things piled up. The fact that the aggregated ahead was the desire to create a murder club, I listened to the story, and I also understood to the pot hill

(I guess he was stuck in a fictional thing called a murder club. and those who have the power to realize that delusion, and she has been patrolled)

Kettle Hill pushed silently and contemplated. Seeing Kettle Hill think, Yu also shuts up and waits for Kettle Hill's words.

I know what it feels like to be good on Kettle Hill, too. But I still can't admit it. Explain how well. How to persuade them to be good. I was thinking about it.

Eventually the kettle hill opens its mouth.

"I'm basically a socialist mindset, and a good old, blue-smelling man who wields a sense of justice, but I found out from listening to you now that you've become fiercely hostile to society itself. But...... I want you to stop looking at the unspecified tricks of society alone. Numerous people form society. You also have a close friend, and the friend has a family, and the family has friends and lovers again - people are connected. There is a society for them to live in peace. I sincerely hope you will stop accepting that society has stripped its fangs and hurt you. If you hate only those who hurt you, you can still understand, but don't hate because of the creeps of society. It's a terrorist idea with no prospects."

Turning to those who denigrate themselves, Kettle Hill complains in a sincere tone and glance.

"Right...... I've already done something like a terrorist. We wanted to create a murder club."

"Please don't do this again in the future. If you think about it again, it's horrible."

When this girl has the power to do it, Kettle Hill sees it.

"I can't promise... But to be honest with you, too, I think it's a lot if you do it once. The people who bashed the dog owner's novel are still unforgivable."

"Right. Hopefully, we can get out of the murder club."

Kettle Hill spills a grin of relief.

"The murder club is gone."

To Yu's words, the grin of Kettle Hill disappears.

Then Yu also exposed all the subsequent treatment of the members of the murder club in front of the pot hill.

"Did you do a soldier's sorting while threatening the country to take the lives of its people in order to protect the country? And both me and the President pickled formalin need only help with that..."

Kettle Hill who can listen to the truth, weaken and disappoint.

"If I didn't do anything, you mean I wouldn't be here right now... and all my efforts are empty. Was I just dancing with my hands?"

"Mr. Kettle Hill, do me a favor - ask me how you feel"

Yu told Kettle Hill, who is completely beaten, with a more serious face than ever.

"We can get Mr. Kettlehill out of here. It is a condition that you become a member of the same institution as we are, and that you discuss the position of our nominee."

Hearing Yu's words, Kettle Hill grins in disdain.

"Do you mean to keep me in hell and now help me out of hell? Is that meant to make amends? To distract your guilt?

Ask in a sarcastic tone. There is also a little anger in my voice.

"I can't help it no matter how they take it, Mr. Kettlehill seems to have high pride, maybe the idea that even bad laws should follow the law, but after considering that too, please,"

Deep-headed Yu, the pot hill is slightly puzzled.

"I'm not peddling Aristotle's mistranslation, but I can't help following your suggestion."

"It's Socrates..."

"Buh... you did?

Kettle Hill, which is gently corrected and accidentally blows.

"Zhu Tang, the current representative, also said he wanted me to take his place if there were any other prospective players who could be in charge, and that he had no complaints about being a candidate if he fought the murder club."

Seeing Yu sue with a true face, Kettle Hill exhales heavily.

(I thought you were the devil, and you weren't. There's no way my daughter could be the devil to ask me to release her badly like this)

There are calculations that it is better to get on the other person's suggestion than to take your own pride and stay in the pig box all the time, but more than that, there was something about the sincere attitude of the superior. If Yu had stuck his sights on the conditions from above, Kettle Hill might have chosen the path of spending the rest of his life in jail for no reason.

(I wonder how Takada would answer on this occasion...)

I think of a backstreet informant I recently met. He was also a former member of the press and was still breathing when he said he meant to be a journalist specializing in the back streets.

"Maybe I'd rather be mean here, but I'm a fighter. And if you hauled me into taking a meaningful path to myself and society rather than wasting my life... I wouldn't let that go."

Laughing, Kettle Hill chose the path to accept Yu's suggestion. I felt surrendered from the bottom of my heart. All the remorse and anger so far had fallen out and I was surrounded by a comforting sense of defeat.

"Thank you"

"Is that what you're thanking me for? No, I don't know what I'm talking about."

Seeing Yu drool his head deep again, Kettle Hill said with a sunny smile.

"It's hard days inside to do this beside academia"

At the shooting training ground, with those trained in shooting and shooting avoidance on the sidelines, Sharp Ichi lowered his back to the chair and blurred.

Everyone in this training ground right now is a former member of the Murder Club. There are Takuma, Ryujiro, and Tsuko, as well as other groups of people and individuals.

The days of conducting various training and study began after the government's secret services were determined.

"Combat training is fun, but I didn't think I could make you do a lot of studying... That's very hard. While also studying school…"

Sitting next to Sharp Ichi and wiping his sweat, Sachiko says.

"Aren't you glad you're getting paid and you don't have to work part-time?

Ryujiro, who went into a break after shooting, speaks sharply.

"It takes a lot more time than a part-time job. Zhu Tang says you don't have to, but I don't even want everyone to be late."

And, sharp one.

"Isn't that what everyone thinks? Everyone here, not just our group."

When Takuma looks over the shooting range and says, at the entrance to the shooting range, he sees a familiar boy appear.

"Huh? Kishio!?

When the other three also looked towards the entrance to the table mill, which gave a shouting voice, they hung up as they turned this way and saw the shore husband walking in. A little late, Yu also comes into the shooting range.

"Shore husband disappeared, didn't he return to Yu's father?

Tsukiko asks.

"No, I meant to, but I'm more worried about Yu in my spare time anyway, and since my heart is free to go in and out of Dawn next in the first place, I decided to rent Junko another meat doll when I'm free and work here. Say hello again."

Shy, Kishifu bowed his head with a pepper.

"Mmm... I'm supposed to have killed myself worldly..."

Tablemill roars.

"Nobody will remember anyway - I can't believe the face that came out a little on TV news. Even if you find out, you can say something very similar."

Ryujiro says with a laugh.

Tablemill retrieves the phone and projects the display. A message came in from justice.

"Me and Mr. Reisuzume decided to go into Luciferin Dust. Both the back street and the Japanese state agencies are relative organizations. Mr. Kettlehill is going that way, and I know he's going to be an enemy, but say hello. I'll see you when I'm on the edge. '

When I look at the last words that were written, I miss Table Mill a little. It's going to be a pattern between enemies in the future, so justice was telling them to stay away from each other in an attempt to keep their distance.

"You don't train Yu? Well, guns don't suit your character."

Shore husband had brought a gun for training once, while Yu saw that he did not have a gun, and Sharp ichi asked.

"I will learn from Makoto at the Yukioka Institute. Also, I was able to have a classroom in excellent town in Chinese boxing, so I started learning Chinese boxing and porosity there."

Yu taking the roach fist stand. Even more so than the gun, it was with me that I didn't think it would look good.

How many months has that been? Very few presidential executives gather in one place.

But for the first time in months, the leader Sakuma knows that this is the first important thing to happen in years. I haven't revealed that to the top executives yet. I'm about to reveal it.

"We as Formalin-pickled Presidents are going to join forces to fight Junko Yukioka."

The top executives in masks sat against the round table in the words of the bears.

"Can you win...? We've been defeated before."

"I'm glad it's a conflict on the surface and a connection on the back, but the relationship between us and Junko Yukioka has rapidly gotten worse since that cloud did the extra thing"

I'm glad to hear that.

"Good stuff. Besides, it's a fight against the murder club. How much I think our organization has lost."

Occasionally, the top executives begin to argue. Some are fiercely hostile to Junko Suzuoka, others take a coordinated route, and others are in a neutral position.

"Whoever tries to get his hands on her, I want him to reconsider. Those are our enemies at the earliest. We should do everything in our power to wage war and crush it."

Sakura assures me clearly.

"The rationale for winning - no, without assurance, you shouldn't fight Snow Oka, etc."

As ancient Ginseng executives claim as much as Sakuma bears.

"I'm not sure I can win, but this one has a powerful joker."

"What, is that?

Ancient Ginseng executives ask Sakuma, who speaks with confidence.

"The boss is back"

The top executives of the mask who are obsessed with the words of Sasaka Bear. Boss who had left the formalin-pickled president for a long time and left the operation alone. Some of the top executives have never met their bosses. Or even if we met, a few times or so.

"Is that true!? The boss really..."

"Sure, as long as the boss returns, he won't have to win whether the opponent is Junko Yukioka"

"No, no, with the boss, you'll win!

"Ola, I'm excited."

"Is the boss such an amazing person..."

Many of the top executives don't know the boss very well. There are even people who are completely faceless. But those who knew the boss well were getting tense and swelling their breasts in anticipation.

It was by the sound of the door of the meeting room opening and by the person who appeared that calmed the blurring.

"Are you still dancing with me? It's so lame."

When he saw the top executives of the mask surrounding the round table, the dog owner said in a softened tone. That's the first voice of the boss to show up for the first time in years, and silence flows through the conference room.

"It was the boss who devised it..."

"Yeah!? Am I right!? I don't like it, all of a sudden Boomerang stabbed me."

The dog keeper is surprised at the penetration of the bears and gives them a distracting voice.

For the first time, the boss of the president pickled in formalin and the top executives in his eyes were distracted when he saw a dog breeder with no shards such as cat backs, majesty, etc., and a floating feeling.

"So, what? I want to fight Junko Yukioka, but I'm careful, so you're talking about giving me some help?

Lower your hips on the round table and make sure the dog keeper looks dally.

"Yes, the opinions of the top executives are not integrated either, but from the opposition to the concerted route with Junko Yukioka, I couldn't stand to lose my stomach."

"Shouldn't we integrate our intentions before we do? I don't want to force him to fight. Or the opposition, from the beginning, should be excluded from the battle. Even if you force them to fight, they'll end up on your feet, or you'll betray them if you suck."

Tell the breathing bears that the dog keeper doesn't seem to care. The boss's orders just made me think that the opposition would consolidate its policy, too, and Sakuma feels put in a cold water bath.

"Is something wrong with what I'm saying? Tell me if it's crazy."

"No... you're right"

Sakura admits that the dog breeder's words are the right argument.

"Excuse me for a second. Flower Picking"

Down from the round table, the dog owner said no so and left the conference room.

"That Sasaki bear is dealing with you nervously, and he may be quite awesome..."

"I don't know if all the old Sen executives seem to be in the mood. He's the one who built such a big organization in a short period of time that can't even reach the police, and he's definitely a great guy."

Relatively shallow executives whisper to each other.

At that time, Sakuma's cell phone rang.

"Uh, I forgot to say it properly. It's important, so turn it up and make sure all the top executives out there can hear you, okay?

"Yes."

As the dog owner told me on the phone, Sakuma turns up the volume of the phone.

'Um, come on, I know a lot of guys, but I'm a whim, and I love pranks. So, I've been playing a little bit of a prank right now, and it looks like no one's noticed.'

The dog keeper speaks in a tone of abandonment.

'What kind of prank is that? I planted a bomb in that conference room where you guys are. With a time bomb. Um... three seconds until the explosion'

The top executives who were in the conference room were blown away with the blasting sound after a few seconds of fear, shock, amazement and rigidity.

"Oh, I tried to tell you to run, but you're a troll. Is that me, in this case, the troll?

After hearing the explosion sound from behind, the dog owner speaks to his voice and solitary.

(I knew I couldn't. I don't like killing people. Even if the other person is such a jerk. You can't write a novel about a killer if he's never killed a person.)

Dog owners think as they get their hands in their pockets and walk down the hallway of the President's facility pickled in formalin.

"I don't care if you fight Junko. Come on, I'm sorry I fought with a guy who can only keep his feet together. You've been saying that a long time, haven't you? An incompetent ally stinks a lot worse than a capable enemy."

Where he shrugged so much, the dog owner remembers that adorable girl, with long, soft, fluffy hair in chestnut color and attractive tiny eyes.

Good thing my father is crazy, beside taking care of that daughter, facing her master and guardian, dyeing her into the color of her choice during the growth process was really fun. He grew up in a way that greatly exceeded his ideals, thanks to his original smartness and a rotten environment.

"Assuming I play with Junko, I guess I'll work with him. Uh, but, hey, I don't want to put him in danger, so it's troubling."

While caring, he was a dog owner who laughed with a nymphomaniac look of fun and whined with the future vigeon in mind.

26 Let's crush the murder club and play. End of story.