Play with Mad Scientists!

That morning, True was jogging as usual, but in the woods of Admiral Euthanasia, he stopped.

An old man with a familiar face fell on his back in the park with a distressed look on his face.

I don't care what you think, he's over eighty years old. Meet often in and near the park in a pattern to the extent that you often greet each other in an early morning jog.

"I don't need an ambulance. I just can't walk because I screwed up my leg."

"No, you don't need it. It's important when you can't walk, and I'll call you."

Ignoring the reluctant old man, and just calling an ambulance, True brings the old man up and carries him to the top of the bench to sit. Seeing how it hurt when I carried it to the bench didn't just screw it up, it seemed more likely it was broken.

"Phew... it's bad. It's okay now. I'll wait for the ambulance alone."

"No, we'll hang out until we get here. These things are noisy."

Ignore the reluctant old man and truly sit next to the old man.

Where we sat next to each other on the bench, Truth first guessed then. This old man said he wasn't strong. No, now anyway, I guess there was once a time when it wasn't. And that's probably what they've noticed, too.

"Makoto Aizawa... The online rumors say it's like a cold-blooded murder machine, but that's not true at all. Yeah, you're a kid."

"I knew you were from the back street."

To the words of the old man, I said the truth without any particular surprise.

"No, I'm not. I am so retired. Yes - Is it still time to do the back streets or not? Yes, those were still the days when Yakuza Chi Mon was bullshitting the society behind this country. Is it more than forty years ago? I couldn't help but be concerned about what happened in the backyard. Even after the yakuza was destroyed and the backstreet Chimon was formed, we were only following the information."

Whether you thought it was a good opportunity, or for your spare time, the old man starts telling old stories.

"I was... forty at the time. So I got a young head of a cocky group. Now named after history as a national bandit, thanks to all the great people of the time, a large number of immigrants pushed against the country, mixed in, and the mafia massively pushed over, and all over Japan it became a great war between the mafia and the yakuza, where our team died, and the group was crushed. Yes... I was in Pharmaceutical Buddha City back then. Pharmaceutical Buddha City is the biggest war zone. Back then and now, the society has changed dramatically."

"At the time, the city of Pharmaceutical Buddha was the biggest war zone, and it seems that it was more battlefield than Japan could possibly imagine. I saw some videos too, but it did look like that"

The city of Pharmaceuticals Buddha, still known as the most dangerous dark city, serves as a breakwater for the influx of overseas mafias and there is a daily protest between the residents of the back streets and the mafia.

"Your grandfather was very brave, he stood on his arm, and he gave the mafia dozens of blood festivals. I was told I was golden."

"What, my grandfather?

Even naturally, my grandfather was told stories of fighting the mafia in Yakuza, and the truth is confusing.

"I've never heard of my grandfather before."

"Huh? Seriously? No, no, really? No, no, no, no, why Kansai Valve..."

"You're not making grandpa talk after a while?

"No, no, no... Oh, no, that's not true. Please……. I didn't know you fell into the back streets because of the connection between Tetsuo Aizawa and his son Ao Aizawa, but I thought you fell into the shelter of Junko Yukioka... didn't you?

"Not at all, and I've only heard that my father's parents are dead. When I was in kindergarten, my father was plant-humanized in an accident and was on the hospital bed the whole time. It's in the grave now."

As for my father, he talked about whether he could be cured by Junko, not long after the truth had fallen into the back street, but Junko said that he had already lost his soul, so he was told that recovery would never be possible even if he was physically alive, and he made the decision to remove the life support device.

The truth is I can hardly remember my father. I heard he was a police officer.

"Hmm... so it's a coincidence. Incidental guidance is really interesting, including that I was always able to meet with you in the morning, and that I now have the opportunity to speak slowly."

"What did you think was the connection between my father and my grandfather and my fall on the back street?

True asks the old man, who says emotionally.

"Your father was driven away by an accident. Even if you want to retaliate against the Aizawa Iron Man, you don't know where he is, so take his place on the stomach - talk about it. No... it's just a rumor around here. You were wary of it, and you just thought you had fallen into the back street..."

Listening to the old man, the existence of lilies came to pass behind his true brain, but his father was in a coma long before he met Junko, and he didn't know he existed with Junko. If Lily had found herself first, she would have used a different hand, and decides it had nothing to do with Lily's guidelines.

"Does the killer have an idea? I mean, could my grandfather be alive..."

"The killer doesn't know anything but rumors of a mafia. Aizawa Iron Man was in a position to be targeted for his life by a mafia opponent quite flashly, so he hid in the clouds. It wasn't long before I found out I had a kid. Between former yakuza and mafias involved in the then-fighting, it turns out. And a few days later, the iron boy, Hao Aizawa, was caught in the car."

"If that's really retaliation, why didn't you just retaliate against my son and get your hands on me, my grandson..."

The ambulance siren approached me that far.

That was two and a half months ago. The old man just wrecked his leg in the end, and even then the truth was that he met the old man often in morning jogs, and he talked a lot about it, and he did his own research on his father and grandfather, but he didn't know what the big deal was.

Until recently.

There are conflicting theories in the backstreet derivation period. The certainty is that after the end of the U.S.-China War thirty years ago, its existence was completely rooted in Japan.

There were two massive mafia invasions. One was forty years ago by immigration policy. The other was thirty years ago, when the Chinese mafia pushed more and more to use Japan as a nearby hideout and earning ground due to the interruption of national traffic during the day after the end of the U.S.-China War. All became fierce protests.

There are two main theories as to why the back street was created as its present form. The theory is that the devastating weakening of Yakuza as a result of the Mafia invasion and the consequences of the new backward social forces required to combat it. The theory is that the back streets were created to deter such crimes because of increased immigration, insecurity and a jump in crime rates.

In any case, it is roughly the same as the gang organisations, which have little left in modern times, once existed as a necessary evil.

Also now, anyway, thirty years ago, more than 30% of the members of the backstreet organization were of various races but immigrants. Few have turned from the mafia.

At the dawn of that backstreet, he was given life as a child of immigrants. Now he has become a complete backstreet dweller, leaving behind numerous anecdotes in the backstreet to give his name, to the point of being designated as one of the taboos, but he didn't really want to fall into this world either. There was just no other place to go.

He used to be modified as a certain Mad Saentist mouse.

It's been over twenty years since I've been in a position like a Mad Scientist squire who modified me. In the meantime, it was his role to slaughter those whom the Lord, the Mad Scientists, had deemed disturbing, from one end to the other.

I don't think that way of life is hard. I don't even hate the Lord. Life isn't so bad right now.

But once in a while, I can't breathe. When you live in this world, there are so many opportunities to see different negative parts of humans that you don't want to see.

"Oh, I won't tell you to shut up and overlook him when you see him."

His Lord answered him troubled as he licked his body on the table.

'I gave him the power to break the irrationality of the world, so use it as you please. I forgive. There's nothing to worry about. "

Speaking licking her own hair with her tongue, she's not speaking her own flesh. I make audio by letting the air swing with mindfulness power.

"God likes swallows and scraps." I like to give luck to guys who feed others, people who look down and are mean, or people who cheat and win. So, we didn't rely on luck to help ourselves, just like God. It's my job and yours to butcher all the shitty bastards loved by the sex-rooted twisted gods and smear them with shit-mixed mud on the busy side of God. '

Speaking with a laugh, she finishes her hair repair and turns to her brown-skinned servant - the viper.

"Oh, I'm practicing. Just what I saw in my eyes. But... so clearing Usa, there's nothing he can do to hurt me"

In front of the Lord, the White Cat, Viper tells him with an annoying face, putting his dripping hair behind him.

Again today, I saw something I didn't like. The scene where the girl's remains are thrown into the Dob River in the back alley. A sight that is not particularly unusual in the Buddha City, the most insecure medicine in the country. But there's nothing I can tame.

When my heart stops disturbing, when it stops hurting, when I get used to it, Viper thinks it's over then.

"Those who sacrifice backstreets don't have to be eaten by backstreets to be eaten by surface streets." Before that happens, it's whether you're lucky to be saved or do something about it on your own. But...... '

A immortal, incarnated cat with a much higher intelligence than man, the white cat - Grass Dew Milk - counted among the nation's top Mad Scientists' Three Crazies - uttered unknown information about Viper.

"You're upset now because you missed the killer, right?

The temples of the viper move tingly to point out the milk.

"Someone who killed some daughter, you who saw just that sight and was driven by righteousness. That's the way you always are. What's different is that you couldn't kill him and let him get away with it '

With surveillance cameras planted all over the city, Milk was watching the thing. Vipers perceive that, too.

An old man who dumped the girl's remains in the dob unconstitutionally. Viper stood in front of him with the intention of tearing it up and breaking it, but the old man showed no rushing wind either. Then he cooled off the Viper attack and fled lightly.

"You know who that grandfather is?

It's a hunch, but Viper felt that way.

"By the time you couldn't even take a shit piss on your own, it was rampant in the back society at the time. I stood around mafia opponents and bought their grudges. Just like you are now."

Vipers have also taken the life of milk and are rambling on their opponents of a mafia that springs to the city of Medicine Buddha.

"The man was targeted for life by the mafia. I give him, he disappears. The mafia kept looking for him, but they couldn't find him at last. Naturally. I had plastic surgery, switched with the Mafia boss, and became the boss of the enemy organization. I'm the one who did the plastic surgery. In exchange for a test bench."

"Didn't you get immortal"

"Unlike Junko, I don't immortalize all mice. I didn't do it because he had a problem with it. In addition to the original specs, however, it resulted in a fairly powerful mouse, and satisfactory data were taken. I also planted GPS in his body, so I knew it was him who came into contact with you."

"If you're a problem, dispose of it after you get the data. So, why was he crushing with the mafia, so he became the mafia?

"resentment...... I guess"

Milk that I can't tell you about.

"Choose who you want to mouse. The twisted god of the sexual roots that gives luck to the crumbs that Milk was talking about just now is who you are."

"Grunting......"

To Viper's point, the milk roars.

"What did he say to you? It was on camera that we were having a little conversation."

Milk decides that there are also elements in that conversation that would be quite damaging to Viper's mood.

"After you kill someone, you can't help but want to commit a woman with desire."

Vipers throw up.

"My hobby is to kill at the same time as ejaculation. That's what Grandpa said with a laugh. I've got a lot of bad chest shit."

"For that killing, you're craving it again, aren't you Endless?"

"It's not a porn cartoon, and I can't do that because of a man's function. Once served, it cools down for a while. Mad Scientist, don't you even know that?"

"Grunting......"

To Viper's point, the milk roared and mumbled again.

That was yesterday's story.

Truth is, during his mother's life, he kept a single letter.

It is a letter that Ko Aizawa, his true father, wrote.

"When I wrote this letter, my father probably felt in danger."

My mother, Misa Aizawa, gave her a genuine letter with a disturbing dialogue in her mouth.

'It looks like you got stuck in a car before I tried to give it to you and give it to you. I saw the contents, but from the contents of the letter, I thought I was going to give it to you after I told you not to open it until I was twenty. So don't look until you're twenty. Pretty much nothing. "

It was true that I was going to keep that promise, but I couldn't tell you that either.

When I opened the letter, it said a few things as I had expected.

"To Truth."

Congratulations to the adults. I believe you, reading this letter, are a fine adult.

And reading this letter would mean I'm not alive. That's what I thought, and I wanted to leave a message for you, so I could write to you.

You're grown up, so I'll tell you the truth. As a police officer in the Backstreet Division, I have faced criminals that I can never overlook.

My father, and your grandfather, Tetsuo Aizawa, lived in a shape-shifting, face-changing, mafia leader, dyeing himself with evil.

My father, marrying my mother, broke up after I was carefree, so I don't have many memories either, but I'm going to stop my father.

But the fact that this letter is being read means that it failed and my father supposedly killed me.

Now I don't know what kind of adult Truth has become. I'm sure you've become a straight person.

And if... no, this is my secret desire, but if you, my son, were also aiming to succeed me in my will and become a righteous heart police officer...

It's extremely dangerous, and you may disqualify your father, such as asking your son to do such a dangerous thing, but if you've become a police officer, then, on my behalf, stop the Aizawa Iron Man. Of course, I'm talking about if the Aizawa Iron Man was alive by then and continued to do evil.

You're talking about me. "

The letter was almost over.

The truth made me think a lot. Combined with what my mother told me, my father, Hao Aizawa, said that he was not only quite odd or righteous, he was a highly presumptuous character. From this letter it somehow conveys it.

But the truth is, I think about it. I wondered how my father felt about writing a letter like this. I guess I was pretty much cornered, had a hunch of death, and had dreamy hopes.

(From what I can tell, he doesn't have many memories. I haven't even become a police officer. On the contrary, he has embarked on that true and opposite life, an infidel. But......)

After reading the letter, he stared silently into the void, thinking and deciding on a lot of things for a long time.

(When you know something like this, you have a personality that you can't ignore, I do)

That was yesterday's story too.