"Consider first the investigation and capture of a child named Hachi Miyamura."
Hearing a familiar bounced voice heard from a bug, Yukiko Du, agent of "Yob's Rewards," conceives.
(Are you trying to trap me after finding out that it's just a detour, that I'm being asked, or are you talking to me because you think it's okay to be asked...)
He was fortunate enough to have surveillance cameras and wiretaps planted all over the place in preparation for other forces coming to investigate that place.
"Sister... can I really believe Junko Yukioka...?
Towards the void, the lucky child asks puffy. It is only the lucky child who is here. The members of Yob's reward are making a team and paying for it, but Yukiko is set to move as a Parade Commander this time around.
(Sister trusts Yukooka. Best friend even though he's an enemy. Strange friendship. I'm a little jealous......)
That's all I thought about, and Yukiko gets annoyed.
(Why are you jealous... Are you stupid, I...)
Considering whether he had even a dangerous hobby, Yukiko hastily dismissed the thought that had crossed his mind.
Haoji Miyamura has not always been Phantomed. He is usually a decent human figure.
I can't go home. He's lurking somewhere now. I can sleep safely there. I don't have any difficulty with clothing and living.
It would be safe if I pulled it there, but I'm free so I'm going outside. But it's not the main body that's out there. It's a remotely engineered splinter.
Walking down the road, three high school boys walk in front of me thinking they were dropping out of school, bickering.
I just saw the sight, and the dos black things swirl in the good fortune.
"You guys, I don't know what it is, but it sounds like fun"
"Huh?"
The three boys stop with a decent face as they are called out by the good fortune of being stuck in the front.
When Haoji sticks his hand out toward one of the three and tries to grab something, pressure is added to the male student's arm and he is twisted up.
"Hey, what is this!?
"Oh, hey... what's wrong..."
"This guy... float..."
His arms were twisted up with unseen force, the boys' feet off the ground and his body floating in the universe.
Haoji's arm broke with a noise as he twisted violently as he did.
"Aaaah!
A boy student screaming and letting his legs bulge in the air.
"Oh... that's a good voice. But I want to hear a better voice. I want to see a better face. A voice frightened by the fear of death and a face. In order to do that, we need one sacrifice first."
Saying in a tiny voice, Haoji decopins toward a space of nothing with his remaining hands.
As the decopin moved, the male student's neck hoisted in the universe broke in a direction that was not clear.
A boy student falls to the ground. I don't care what you think, he's dead. But while the two friends acknowledge the fact, they are unacceptably rigid.
"Me, I can't help but get annoyed and want to kill them every time I see them walking around laughing at the same age"
When I say to the two remaining people, I make an on-the-spot foot payment motion. Then the bottom broke simultaneously from the knees on both legs, and the two fell simultaneously.
With a face distorted by fear, the two boy students looked up at Haoji, who was laughing with pleasure.
"So, now it's easy to kill. God watched me. You saved my life. Ugh, that face is so nice. Awesome. Ugh. That painful, unusual face is awesome! I was laughing fun earlier, but seriously freaking out and crying like a pain, awesome! God, there's a tendency. Whoa, whoa!
Looking to heaven and giving him a shout of gratitude, Haoji looks down again at the two of them rolling to the ground and crying.
"This is purification because you are chosen by God and killed in the hands of warriors! Double good deed, that I will destroy evil from the world and even send your wicked souls to hell to revamp you! Be thankful and die! Oh, say, 'Thank you for killing me'. You should be thankful. Yes, go ahead."
Good luck in encouraging dialogue with a smile, but we were both unresponsive.
"Why don't you tell me! You bastard!"
Haoji, who had eclampsia, made a stomping motion on the ground, and the head of the boy student bounced off.
"If you show proper gratitude, how can you not even know that when your sins have become a little lighter and the punishment you receive in hell is better! It's not stupid!
"What a God-chosen warrior! The anomaly!
While frightened by fear, he stirs up the anger and courage that killed his friend in front of him, and one of the remaining curses and picks up the stone that was falling on his side.
"Oh, shit!
Shouting, he threw a stone over Haoji's face, even though he knew he was going to kill him.
The stone hit Hao Ji's forehead. Haoji distorts his face to anger.
"Kissa, oh, my God! Give me your hand, the warrior of God, and more! I'll kill you with my hand! Of course, after death, eternal pain continues. Hell definitely!
Hokichi then continues to perform a rash motion in the air, and as he moves, the skin of the last student is brushed down slightly, the flesh, the nerves.
"Master Abraham has admitted to me that I am the use of God! Because Master Abraham, the senior angel, said so. That's for sure! You idiot! I have the right to punish people freely for the use of God! No matter how much you hate it, you can't change that fact, you're being judged, and you're going to hell. Ahhh!
On the way to calling, the student's body was so varied that it did not retain the prototype. Still, Hokichi keeps creeping up.
Haoji was currently under the protection of a certain person. The person acknowledged the power of good fortune and gave it existential significance.
Not only did I gain strength, but after gaining merit for my life, I even gained legitimacy for my life and killing. There was no doubt that this was the pinnacle of my life.
Junko and Lei visited Haoji Miyamura's home.
When I walked into the house, I smelled the smell of two familiar people - slight but mixed with blood odors and death odors - drifting away, and Junko and Tired could largely imagine what was going on here.
There are no bodies. There's no blood on it. Evidence is hidden by someone.
Two people entering Haoji's room.
"Ooh. Beautiful girl pillow. I had pillows too but hey...... True and tired, I printed you. True you found out, only true you were dumped."
Seeing what was in bed, Junko talks happily.
"The truth is... didn't you throw mine away? Are you still using mine?
"No, Tired, I threw yours away, too. True, just throw away yours, Tired, I don't throw away yours. True, your pillow was lonely and pathetic, and Tired, I felt like I could hear you talking to me about losing your pillow and feeling sad, 'Throw it away with me,' so I put it out on the same crude garbage day and fed it."
Hearing about Junko, I learned a mild dizziness tired. Shortly afterwards, I thought that my printed pillow had been peeled out to the garbage dump, and this time I felt faint that was definitely not light.
"Hmm, I don't treat figures very well. This is sad as the same figure. Different direction from mine, though."
Junko roars at the root of his brow when he sees a group of figures arranged on a bookshelf or computer. Junko collects figurines of monsters and specialty heroes.
"I don't know,"
"Look at this. I see so much dust."
"I can only see it nagging......"
"You can't just look at me nagging. I need to clean it before I can see it. If it's a hassle to clean, we need to put it in a dust shelter case and decorate it."
"Really..."
Tired of hammering me like I don't care. No, actually, I don't care about the heart.
"Let's take a peek at this too"
With Norinoli's smile, Junko turns on the computer.
"You live with your family, but you're not even locked. I didn't call either. Wow, here we go again..."
Junko looks at the displayed display and smiles.
"Please also look at the folder. Ooh, uniform JK rate is higher. Well, this kid's in high school, so he's healthy... isn't he? There's also a toddler folder or something. He's one of yours."
"I've never offended a young child this far. Aren't you under ten? My defensive range is at least eleven or twelve... No, age. More than anything else, I have to be a child since I rounded up as a woman on my body. I don't accept complete tulpeta physiologically. Just a little bit, if it swells up, that's fine."
"Oh, yes..."
Junko, who is the one who was teasing and talking to the tired person peeking at the display and waving the hot valve dissatisfied, feels a little pulled.
"I've largely figured out my sexuality, but what other useful information...?
Junko looking at the mailbox list.
"Real name?"
Confirming that there was Abraham's name on the SNS friends list, Junko shrugged.
"Does this mean Abraham Yoshida, who is responsible for the Mass Production Plan of the Power Spirit?"
"By coincidence, it's a name that's going too far, and it almost certainly is. Hey. Are you originally connected, or have you gained the power of the Spirit of Power and then Mr. Abraham searched for you and connected you? Either way, Mr. Abraham is connected to an opponent possessed by a runaway spirit of power."
I don't think Junko is the only one connected to Miyamura. I also reckon that maybe a person named Abraham deliberately unleashed the Spirit of Power and let multiple humans possess him.
Guess at least the place of the unleashed power spirit can be grasped by him. Of course, it is possible that I learned about Haoji, who was possessed and ravaged, and contacted him looking for his place, but in Junko's view, I felt this was the former.
"Again, important information. But one of these days, I don't like it, but I think I got the information. Did I happen to be the best you could find?
"Could anyone else know about it and be hiding it?"
"Hmm, does it make sense to hide it?
"You're not going to let me know even Junko, are you?
"Well, I'd like to secure you as an experimental bench."
To Junko, who answers openly, I think I'm tired again that it would be a mistake to be a candidate.
"Sister recommended Junko..."
"I called Sister and asked, but Sister wasn't going to push me at first either."
In response to tired words, Junko said something unexpected.
"If a member of Yob's reward asked me for help in this situation, I would have advised Sister to move. Well, it's actually working."
"You didn't think about its constituents or its sisters to see if it would help or not to do anything extra"
I'm tired of saying it in a whiny way. But the story of the recommendation of the constituents seems surprising. And something catches on.
"No, I'm going to be properly helpful to the guy who asked me to take it on, and that's not why I'm in detective mode. I think it's good enough to secure a little experimental bench with that spill."
"It's not good at all because it's a spill priority and it hides the information you need to know."
"Tired... Aren't you serious lately?
"Junko is just too serious. No, I wasn't serious about Junko right now, either, so I can't really talk about people. If you do it too appropriately, it could be a mud on Sister's face, which you nominally recommended, wouldn't it?
"I see...... Tired, I've been thinking that far... I'm tired of you..."
"It's true... Junko is looking down at me..."
I'm not even willing to get angry because I know I had a long history of drawstrings, and I can't force that either, because I'm tired.
"Shiatsu, do you want me to report you seriously? After a serious report, we can secure it as a test bench later."
I didn't think that would work either, but I was tired of not being willing to go into it at the earliest.