Coming out of the Dark Sabbath, Kehiko, Yi and the three of them walk through downtown Azure City's excellent town and enter the bedding street.
The bedding street is a literal backstreet. Long and complicated back roads ahead through narrow building gaps. This is a danger zone where only residents of the main back streets enter. There are many shops and facilities for residents on the back streets, and there are frequent protests. It is also used as a trading location.
Once upon a time, Cameron and Kehiko had entered here once before and fought against the Chinese mafia that had entered the city of Euthanasia.
Entering the junkshop Demiurgos, inside was wider than I had imagined and the display shelves were organized. There are plenty of machines that can only be seen as garbage.
"You're full of things I don't understand. What's this big thing? The engine? It doesn't look like it's the car's."
Kehiko squeaks when she sees a particularly prominent giant machine.
"I think back in the day, I used to play with Brother Kehiko in a dilapidated storage area"
Hearing the dialogue he had spoken with a smile as the coming dream looked nostalgic, Kehiko also remembered the old days and broke his mouth.
"Red Castle's - you're out of time."
"Glad you remember"
The bearded shopkeeper, who was sitting at the counter and calling the newspaper, called to Yi. Yi meets with a loving laugh.
The owner of Demiurgos was about seventy to eighty old men. Even when it comes to the old man, his arms are thick and his muscles are buoyant. I'm tanned, bald on the top of my head, and my hair and beard are white. He has the tough look of a stubborn grandfather.
"I've been working with Junko Yukioka, and I heard he lost his organization and he's missing."
"I've been working under that Mr. Yukioka lately. So, I wanted to ask you something today."
Yi asked about the dream band that was sold here and about Pepe.
"Pepe was doing all the dreamband checks. To be clear, it's dangerous to have a dream band lined up in a junkyard. Besides, it's even more dangerous because this is your junk shop on the back street. Naturally, even illegal dreambands are mixed up inside."
The owner answers, adding to the original harsh face.
There are various restrictions on commercially available dream bands considering the safety aspects to the human body. It is also forbidden to manufacture dreambands individually, as well as to modify them. These are called illegal dream bands.
Many illegal dream bands encourage drug tripping, and they are made to creep as well as illegal drugs. If the police find possession or sale, it is a substitute for no questions asked.
"It's like getting caught by the police, selling it here in grandeur?
The owner puts a bold head on his dreams when he asks with a face such as intrigue.
"Even the police don't want to come to a store like this and check out the garbage. I can't believe the guy who buys a dream band here in the first place, mostly for the purpose of falling apart to collect parts. Not many people use it as it is. Of course, maniac dreamband enthusiasts who are looking to use it sometimes come to buy them for dreambands that look like they are personally made. And then..."
Here the store owner separates the words and lights the cigarettes.
"If you have the expertise, I heard some people buy fishermen with the aim of modifying their dream bands. So you're a manufacturer of illegal dreambands. Well, I'm not exactly checking the purpose of the guests, and I'm saying it's a mix of rumors and speculation."
The owner explains the situation carefully, though with a rare face.
"I'm talking about what happens if the dreamband is out of order or in the hands of a malicious programmer in the first place. Worst of all, you can be an abandoned man."
"When that happens, don't talk about why Mr. Pepe buys a dream band here and uses it in the safe house"
Hearing the owner's commentary, Kehiko roared. All I can think of is an unpleasant imagination.
"Does my uncle know about Mr. Pepe?
A dream comes and asks the store owner.
"We've known each other quite a long time. He talked a lot because he was a good hit kid. I'm free, too. I've been buying a lot of stuff for a long time."
"Can't you even think that Pepe's behavior is particularly strange..."
Yi said.
"Do you know where the dreamband is sourced from?
"Dude, this is a junk shop. I don't even know where to buy it. All I know is the vendor who brings it. But this is a junk shop for backstreets, and vendors are backstreets. You'll never tell me."
Store owner who answers Yi's question like he's in trouble.
After completing the general question, the three of them left the store.
"Now... that's a very weird story, isn't it? I can't believe the dreamband we're selling here is using it as a psychotherapy dreamband in the lobby, even though it's a mix of dangerous stuff."
When he leaves the store, Kehiko raises a question.
"No, I also think I found a dream band that happened to be decent and just customized it for psychiatric use. That would definitely make it cheaper."
And, Yi. Pepe's story that he bought it at a junk store while saying it was expensive for mental health care was strange, but I can't help but be convinced when I think about it like this. But... then the question boils down again.
"If you interpret it favorably...... Mr. Pepe is originally a hobby for the retrofitting of junk, and the dreamband would also have made itself a broken one and changed it for psychotherapy, but nevertheless the nerve to create something from a place that could be dangerous if you make a mistake and let everyone use it..."
Whatever you interpret favorably, it turns out Pepe's behavior is strange.
"After all, Brother Kehiko and Yi, too, do you suspect Mr. Pepe?
"Mr. Pepe said he was possessed by the Red Cat, too, but that might be a wild theory in itself."
Asked about his coming dreams, Kehiko suggests the possibility, even as he chooses his words.
"What do we do? Ask Mr. Pepe straight? Or... keep your mouth shut and see how it goes, or I think you might as well try camouflaging."
Kahiko sees and inquires about the coming dreams and the yi, respectively.
"I don't know which actions lead to the right answer, and I'm lost."
I put my hands on my mouth and my dreams said.
"I'll ask. I'm good at negotiating."
Smiling masterfully toward the two younger boys, Yi comes up with a name.
"Oh well. See how you're doing."
I looked up at Yi and smiled in my dreams.
Junko, the two Midori withdrew early. Tired is still in the resting area.
Junko returned home early to the institute to investigate the dream band that was in the Dark Sabbath.
"Heh, pure sister, do you realize what's wrong?
Midori speaks at the entrance and exit of the laboratory.
"Yeah, I know. If there's a killer in the Dark Sabbath who unleashed the Red Cat, he won't show us any bare hands to interfere with our movements."
"That's it."
Midori laughs softly at Junko, who shares the same thoughts as himself.
"If the killer was in there, I was prepared to do this... I wonder if I could think of a route like this."
"Midori, I hated it so much, but in the mind of everyone on that spot, to a certain extent... yeah, I just peeked. The barrier is so thick, I couldn't see it all."
As I say with a really disgusting face. Midori peeks into the minds of others, but avoids the act of reading minds without permission to them.
"You mean there was no killer?
"I wasn't in that place then."
"Hmm, that's the way to say it caught on. I mean, if the place and time change, could you possibly be in there?
"Jesus. Simply a double personality, for example. But rather than suspect it, it's more natural to think that there's no killer in that place, diving his breath somewhere else altogether, asking how he's doing, isn't it? I didn't see it all, and I couldn't break through the barrier of my heart, so maybe I just didn't know."
From what I've heard about Midori, it's certainly natural to think so. But Junko doesn't think so. Nor even Midori, who is suing that, thinks so.
When the killer is in there, they're both watching. It's also because they both live longer and are sensitive to people's malice. It can be enlightened, even if it has not clearly appeared, or if it is merely hiding on the spot and lurking his breath, in the name of the rule of thumb.
"If there's not another personality of a dual personality person out there, does that mean you don't know? Until you know who's dual personality?
To Junko's inquiry, Midori wraps his arms around him as he walks and puts his neck around him.
"Wow... it all feels like that when you blah blah blah blah - I'm not saying who, but there are people who are here and they are schizophrenic... You know, I don't even want to say this, but the people over there... you don't want to peek into your head any more than you normally do. Even when I used to be a patriarch, there were quite a few people with heart disease, but I still don't want to peek in the back if it's the extent to show up and chat in my dreams. I don't want to touch it. He seems to be discrimination-conscious, and I remember how self-loathing he is, but the hard feelings he has, he also sounds direct to me, and it's so tight."
As Midori spoke, they arrived in the living room. Finally, he says he doesn't want to peek into his head anymore.
"Oh well. Then I won't ask you to."
"It's also a shortcut to a solution."
"I don't care, I don't care"
It seemed as if he was distancing himself from the path of resolution with his personal wagamama, and Midori felt drawn, but he perceived such a sentiment of everyone, and Junko bearded an unrelenting grin and stroked Midori's head.
Kurumi American madness and evil have already done some downchecking on the place of escape before arriving in Pharmaceutical Buddha City, and I have a good look at my work.
Chinken mafia and Kurumi, who are in the business of illegally remodeling and selling dreambands, contracted exclusively.
"You seem to have pretty good arms, and how about you be a part of one of these organizations?
"No, I just want to do it as free"
"Well, that's a shame. I'll tell you whenever I change my mind.
During the negotiations, he was invited by the lower end mafia, but Kurumi said no with ease.
I know it's a lot more convenient to be a part of the mafia, but I want to do it alone as much as possible. I want to keep my engagement with people to a minimum.
No one believes in Kurumi anymore. I don't believe it. People are creatures of betrayal. I have a genuine desire to believe someone, but I'm more afraid of being betrayed than that.
I know there are limits to what I can do alone and so on, but I still decided to do it alone. And one of us tried everything possible, and I swore I'd grab the glory any day.