After dawn and evening, Yagawa Seungmi finally calmed down a little and called the police to inform them that he had murdered his husband, Keijiro Yagawa.
Umezu Kotomi and Matsumoto, of the Backstreet Division of the Euthanasia Police Department, visited the scene and saw Seung-mi, who had confessed to the murder.
"A red cat appeared in my head... and when I realized... I hated him so much that all I had to do was kill him from there..."
"I can't fit in. Relax. I'll take my time at the precinct."
The old policeman with the good-looking face of a man tries to make Seung Mi, who is crying and obviously confused, stand up. I thought I was calm enough to contact the police, and remembering and saying it upset my mental balance again.
"Red Cat..."
Umezu, who was listening nearby, reacted to the words.
"As the other day, is it the crime of those who went to the Dark Sabbath... Whatever you think is irrelevant."
Matsumoto speaks to Umezu with the most mysterious face. Makoto Hae, a resident of the back street in the last murder, suffered from heart disease at the same time and, as part of his care, had taken him to the Dark Sabbath.
"But this time he was killed, contrary to the other day, by Keijiro, the pavilion owner who was under care. Last time, the perpetrator was under the care of Makoto Hae, and the victim was his mother, Shinobu Hae."
Umezu said with a thought face. It is true that this time there is also a mystery involving a person who went to the same dark resting place, but this time the position is being reversed.
At present, Makoto Sugae has been turned to psychiatric appraisals, where he has made some strange statements. Said, I had no intention of killing him, but when I realized it, I was killing him. He said he had never neglected his mother from time to time or thought about it like that.
Makoto Kie also makes these statements. He said a red cat appeared in his head before dyeing a single color of killing.
(The woman today had the same words in her mouth. certainly wouldn't be unrelated)
It is more impossible to assume that this has nothing to do with it.
(Red cat...... Red cat? The Red Cat... is a hidden word that refers to arson and arsonists. It is also said that the fire looks like a cat's red tongue, or an M.O. to set the cat on fire and set the house on fire...)
So much thought, Umezu flashed, recalling the dialogue Matsumoto had just spoken.
"I don't think it's relevant...? You're so stupid and sharp."
"Duh, what Japanese is it, it"
Matsumoto is confused by Umezu's words, which he does not know if he is praising or not.
"There's no connection, no shit, the perpetrators and the victims are clearly out there. Not that this solves the case, but we've already arrested him, and then we either file a case or send him to the hospital as a result of a psychiatric evaluation. But... if two people go to the same facility in such a short period of time, and the cause that leads to the murder is consistent - He may have intentionally committed murder independently of his will."
I think Umezu herself is talking about the reasoning without clapping, but I really think so. And if that's true, there's a hell of a lot of bad guys, and it's easy to predict they'll continue to commit murder.
If my reasoning is correct, it means that they were both manipulated by someone and put their loved ones in their hands.
It's a case of revulsion.
He groaned not in his mouth, and Umezu frowned.
Dawn Yu is a fifteen-year-old girl attending a private van school.
It is the face of the table, and she has another face. I haven't even decided on a formal name yet, my face as a member of the secret services of the state.
There, as part of the spiritual defence, is an institution where all those with superordinary powers are gathered. A place to treat combatants who have increased their power to the extreme as one of the mighty forces.
Yu became part of it semi-compulsorily due to a lot of things, but I don't feel bitter about it. They're letting me live my student life, and even if I take a leg, I just train now. It has not yet been fully created as an institution either.
"Dad, Junko called me. I'm a resident of the back street, and I was wondering if my father would come to an exchange where people with mental illness would go."
Yu speaks to his father, who writes a novel in his room.
Dawn, who has been asleep for a long time now, will finally return from his bedtime and even try to return as a novelist, depending on how recently he worked on writing.
"I'm not a backstreet resident..."
The light order that makes me laugh bitterly when I look at my daughter.
"But if you're the other Mr. Shore, you go with me to the example institution, and it's hard to say how strong you are."
"Well, that's true..."
"I think it's also exciting for my father, because Junko called me because of you. I'm coming with you."
"Hmmm... that's..."
I'm ashamed of anything at all, such as a father who asks his daughter to accompany him. But the truth is, I am anxious on my own, so I would prefer you to follow me with an escort. Light next.
"Nothing. You won't have to go with that body of your father. Similar to the example, you can use Mr. Shore's body."
"Oh, yeah."
Light next with hesitation in Yu's words.
Optical Next has two personalities. It is the personality of a boy named Fujikashi, who saw himself as a protagonist of another world, apart from Koji. When giving this personality, I used a different body from the current Dawn Light Next - the meat doll I received from Junko, which operated in the form of a spiritual investigation.
Makoto Cypress and Huako Cypress lived together as sisters.
Returning from the Dark Sabbath to his home apartment, the moment he entered the front door, True Vegetables snapped his sister.
"Oh, sister?
Huako goes to the spot and looks up at her sister with a frightened look as she holds down her slapped cheek and trembles.
With a cold look that you never show outside, True Vegetables looks down at Huako.
"What is that today? There are so many more people out there, it's so blatantly stuffy. I wouldn't do that if I were you."
When said in a similarly cold voice, he kicks Huako's abdomen with his fingertips.
I am at ease, but still have enough pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry... sister"
"I was desperately following you, too, and you figured that out right?
True vegetables ask Huako, who apologizes.
True vegetables skipping kicks again, to the unanswerable Huako.
The violence against True Vegetable's sister is routine and has been going on since childhood.
This sister, who has a bad policy and a heart condition, can't help but be depressed by the true vegetables. Instead of abandoning me, this is how I keep doing my sarcasm.
But the sausage of true vegetables is not enough. I don't just scold my sister.
"For yesterday's sake, it wasn't done yet, was it? Let's get this over with."
"Yeah......"
My sister urges me, and in heavy footsteps, Huako heads to the back room.
Strictly locked doors. When the gap also opens the perfectly filled door, a very narrow room appears, with yet another door ahead.
At the end of the other door, a plastic sheet was laid. Vinyl sheets are bloody. There are also slight scattering of flesh pieces and body hair. It is clear what has been done here. And in this room, it is easier to process.
The sisters all work in a doorman organization called The Great King of Terror Sponsorship. But this room has nothing to do with work. I'm just talking about my work know-how being utilized in this room.
Makoto Cypress entered the Great King of Terror Sponsorship because he enjoyed murder efficiently.
The Great King of Terror Sponsorship is a well-known end-of-life organization in the back streets. There is always demand because the business is specialized in the aftermath. It is also a large organization with an extremely large number of constituents and a rare, four-digit size in the back streets.
It is primarily the work of the Great Patronage of Fear to carry out evidentiary obliteration and criminal cover-ups, such as promptly reversing damaged parts after the war or disposing of bodies after murder.
The request hiccups in every day, both on the front and back streets. However, requests from the street are taken with extreme caution. It's the style of taking the job on the condition that the street dweller becomes the back street dweller. And good offices on the back street. Alternatively, draw into your organization.
True vegetables also used this organization for the first crime, and then started working as part of this organization with this sister.
The crime committed by True Vegetables is murder. Funny old man with a head who lived in the neighborhood. There was a vain habit and paranoia, and my sister, Huako, kept making noise every day as she set fire to the telegraph pole.
At one point, when he was tangled up in Huako, who went to dump the garbage, and saw him beaten up as he called, True Vegetables impulsively killed the old man.
There was no guilt at all, only a refreshing feeling like when I killed the pest.
Since then, the true vegetables have become possessed by the act of murder itself.
All the sisters joined the Great King of Terror Sponsorship, taking advantage of the know-how of corpse disposal learned there, working together with the sisters to carry out the murder and then the end.
It is, of course, something that cannot be said to the organisation. If they found out, they would have ended up, but ironically, they didn't even find out about the organization by leveraging its expertise.
(But... what if I find out sometime...)
Huako thinks as he rounds up the plastic sheets laid multiple times.
The only thing true vegetables are killing are stateless chimps immigrants. Even if he's gone, he doesn't seem suspicious. Socially, they're better off if they don't. Most of them are petty criminals, and in the back streets, they're the bottom dickheads.
"Hey...... maybe it's time to stop doing this"
Huako mouths again the words he has spoken to his sister several times before, while processing.
Wako knows what will happen after this. Even if I know it, I'll say it again and again.
"Is that it again?
True vegetables relentlessly snap Wako. It was a development as expected by Huako.
"Huako, you just have to obey me. I'm your what? Tell me about it.
"Yes, no... Your sister is my God. Your sister is absolute to me."
Huako states a dialogue that he doesn't know how many times he has spoken. It unfolded as expected and as planned.
After dinner at the Snow Oka Institute Living Room.
"Junko..."
Tired of sitting on the couch in the living room, he sees Junko with the look he comes up with.
"What's the matter?
"About me, will you have sex change surgery?
To the sudden demand, Junko and Yi, who were on the spot, were mute.
"Hey, what are you suddenly saying?
"'Cause the truth doesn't seem to wake up to a man forever..."
"Don't give up. I sneak up on you, too. And I think Ayane will be sad if you become a girl. Oh, why don't we just leave the male genitalia and leave it at Androgynus"
"No, that's a little..."
Tired indicating difficulty in color to the suggestion of Junko.
"The truth is, you seem to be raging flashly in the city of Medicine Buddha."
Yi said as he opened the display and looked at the information on the protests currently waged in the drug city.
"Is it the enemy of the father... Envy."
"What do you envy?
Hearing Yi whine, Junko asks.
"I envy you. As much as it takes vengeance on me, I mean it's supposedly. I don't know what to say about this, but even after Zao was killed, I was honestly very jealous when I heard that the people in the organization that Zao created went to Zao's hatred. Even if I die... no one cares about me, like you take my revenge, and if I die now, I can't leave anything behind. I haven't done anything yet."
"I'm a little far away now, but Aoshima thinks I care about you."
When Yi was once the head of an organization called "Japanese Play Authority," Junko flanked by his predecessors and gave the name of an old man who was also personally serving Yi. It was because of a deal with him that Junko kept him alive without killing Yi.
"Besides, it was Yi's influence that Zo wanted to be independent."
"Huh? You're lying, right?
Hearing Junko's words, Yi is surprised.
"No, it's true. You have no idea? No, you don't remember.
"Ah... is that it..."
I had a conversation that occurred to me.
"But if you're gonna say that, do you mean Zao wouldn't have died either if I hadn't influenced him?
"I don't think that's something to be aware of. I don't think there's anybody there that I think is your fault, and hey. Besides, thanks to Zao, we've opened up new avenues for you to come and dream. Of course, a new path opened up even when I tried it on Mr. Zuo. It's all because Yi was there."
"Really..."
While accepting the logic of making Junko's mouth, Yi couldn't completely sort out his feelings. I was in an extremely complex mood when I learned of the fact that Zuo was affected by my behavior and then also by a large number of people.