The face of the Yukooka Laboratory and Radcliffe, who came up from the basement, and the Dust Resistance and Massago, will each report.
"Don't you think that's strange? The Power Spirit Possessor has killed many people here in battle, or elsewhere. But how could the Spirit of Power have been unleashed like that? As if he had the will, he was on his way."
"There's a will."
Radcliffe answered the question.
"There were about two non-standard ghost wepons. In the midst of most spirits going mad, only two spirits existed that were insane but without losing themselves. The spirit possessed by Haoji is one of them. The other spirits of power, if the possessed generations die, would have been sent to the underworld with the generations. I didn't know you were going to leave that way..."
Radcliffe was also surprised when he heard the story.
"Tonight... you're an unusual and funny clown, me"
Hao Ji, who seemed to have passed out, had regained consciousness on the way and had heard stories about the Spirit of Power.
"Abandoned also from Abdiel, discerned also from the spirits that possessed him, rejected and overlooked by anyone... denied... bastard wo... uuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Hao Ji sobs on the spot, not even trying to get up while falling into depression.
"You were just unlucky."
A little sympathetic sounds and talks consciously and gently.
"There was nobody there, so I distorted it. We were lucky. There was someone around. Or I grew up with love. So I also had to have less distortion. That's all the difference. If I'd been in the same situation as you, I'd have been distorted just like you."
"Then pity me now, be my lover and me, holly dock me"
Rising up, laughing naggingly, Haoji demands. Some of the people on the spot blush, but they don't move one eyebrow.
"That's completely different from this, isn't it? I already have sympathy. But you think I can give you anything because I pitied you?
"Uh, you bet. I have sympathy. But you deny me and you kill me. That's the way it works. I know. Kill him now. I'm sick and tired of this world."
Good luck falling asleep again. Now sleep on your back, show yourself the pose of simmering and baking and liking, and slap the haters. But the eyes are moist, and tears are about to spill again.
"Mr. Radcliffe, you don't want to kill me for killing your Lord. You just have to take revenge."
To Hao Ji's nomination, but Radcliffe doesn't try to move. I don't utter a word, I look at Hao Ji with pity eyes.
"Why don't you stop being evil?
Junko spoke to Hao Ji.
"You were right, you were just unlucky. It just so happens that you weren't blessed with your family, you weren't blessed to meet, and you were unlucky. If you're saying that society is bad, you're right, aren't you? That's why society has sanctioned you. But isn't that enough? I don't think you're having any more fun, either.
"Ugh... nobody believes me anymore"
"Speaking of that kind of dialogue is a reversal of wanting to believe someone."
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..."
"You just wanted it. Believable companions, friends, warm families, lovers who can always be..."
"It's fun to sneer at me! Stop it!"
Haoji yells at Junko, who keeps talking persistently, only up his face.
"To the price of becoming an experimental bench, I am a mad-scientist who can make hope. If you want, I'll do what you want without betraying you, okay? Even the enemy. Of course, if your luck is even worse, you could lose your life without hope. This is a bet, but what do we do? Give up any more calls, just die here? Or do you want to bet at the end of the day?
Truth surprised me a little when I wasn't the usual pure child. According to Junko's rules, Haoji is already an unquestioned subject. Because whoever opposes Junko will only be subject to experimentation. Yet Junko twists that rule and tries to entrust Haoji with the choice.
"Anyway... they'll betray me again. But..."
With a vanished face, Haoji saw Junko.
"Even if you're unlucky, it's convenient to die, and I'll be your experimental bench. Instead... give it to me. Even I can't abandon someone who doesn't look down on me..."
"Yes, the contract has been concluded."
Junko gives a bright and light voice to Hao Ji, who pleads in a damned mood, but with the thought of spitting blood.
(When Abdiel's old man was killed by this guy, what he was trying to apologize for, don't say it yet. If this guy changes his mind, I'll tell him then. Before I change my mind, I need to be my sister's experimental bench and survive.)
That's what Midori decides as she sees the good fortune of her vanished face.
"Is that it?
Seeing as the story has come together, the truth takes confirmation.
"I think there's a lot going on, but I'll leave the rest to Sacha and Masawa already. Let's go back to Euthanasia."
"I don't like it. Midori went to the festival."
"Oh, I went, too. Seniors should come with me."
"No. The truth is, you're going with me."
"When did you make that appointment?"
Seeing Junko, Midori, shaking, tired, and true talk soothingly, Haoji remembered his envy and was crying with a whisper.
(Me too... I wish I could join that... That's all I wanted...)
At least those faces were the good fortune of giving up on me not to admit and accept myself.
Old Metropolitan Government Building, Shinjuku Spiritual Unrest Control Headquarters.
"Junko, he murdered Abdiel and unleashed all the spirits in the kingdom," he said.
For the report of Masako, the magicians of Masako and Masako became relieved.
"Are you okay with unleashing the spirit you've gathered?
Biton speaks the question.
"Even if the spirits go out of the junction, there's a festival going on all over it, right? Some spirits are concerned with the brightness of the festival and become Buddhist, some spirits become just floating spirits from evil spirits, and some spirits reduce the degree of resentment even as they remain, and some escape outside Shinjuku, right? You'll get rid of your temper and evil, and now you'll go back to your original city."
It also includes speculation, but is a positive sum that I see as largely going to be.
"I've been contacted by members of Yob's rewards all over the place. Looks like there's quite a few spirits left. What are you gonna do?
Sachiko asks.
"I can't have Shizuno purify it all. Recruit heaps of magicians, high priests, gods and spiritual abilities for the Pure Spirit by noon tomorrow, and purify them."
Masahwa gives instructions, and the magicians of Decaying Rope make arrangements.
"I'm home. I'm glad you're done at the right time - This one is already hectic...... Even though he's a heck of a bitch, he's got to carry him to this kid and he's extra..."
Kiriko, who carried Kishifu, enters the conference room. The shore husband was so drained that he lost consciousness.
"You're annoying."
Negira Masakazu.
"Uh, heavy..."
Kishiko unloads Kishifu's body in the chair. I feel uncomfortable seeing that.
(This kid, he's dead? Doesn't look alive...... At least it's like the soul isn't in your body......)
I'm surprised to see the body of my insensitive shore husband, but if he's really dead, he can't possibly not know what shoko he's been carrying, and if he doesn't have the grief of losing his companion to Shoko, he doesn't look like he's dealing with the dead.
"You're back now."
"Looks like one thing's settled."
Huiming and Shu also came into the conference room.
"I'll tell you again and again, don't. Don't imitate. That makes me very angry."
Normally confused and not showing much emotion, Masakazu stared at Shining and Shu, rarely looking at him as he wished.
At the time of Radcliffe's capture, he could have lifted the junction covering Shinjuku at any time, but he didn't dare to do it.
Inside the still lingering spirits and temperaments, it was decided that it was better for the people who were trapped in Shinjuku to satisfy the Yang temperament at the festival. He said that the energy of the festival should make them a little weaker and have them turned off.
But it was before midnight, from speakers from all over the district, the broadcast flowed.
'Good luck, everyone. Bad spirits have been repelled by the bright power of your festival, and the mysterious walls that cover Shinjuku have disappeared. The terrorists who were causing this disturbance have been successfully arrested. "
People who rejoice when they hear the broadcast. Many have already tried to sleep.
'Railway operations have also resumed. Don't worry about the end of the power. Only tonight, all railways will have special operations. Congestion is expected, gentlemen, but please calm down and return. It should be noted that what happened today, please do not speak out.'
For that favor, the whole of Shinjuku is engulfed with bitter laughter. Hundreds of thousands of human beings have seen this paranormal phenomenon, Battle Creature has ravaged around and killed people, and those fighting them have also witnessed it, but they say don't talk dirty. Of course we all know that's half a joke.
It is a disturbance online, but if it is not disturbed by television or newspapers, if the government does not acknowledge it, Japan is driving normally as there was nothing. The railway shutdown is deluded by a personal accident.
Even Eko, who had listened to the broadcast from subspace, was a mockery.
"I'll have to laugh when I push too far."
"There are a lot of people dying, but I don't know if it's an accident. Well, it's like an accident."
Lulivitaki and Kou say each other.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but he said Misago was coming this way. To say hello."
When Alisui reported, the subspace tunnels connected to each other and a mass appeared in a tunnel with four Eko.
"You heard from Alisui, but for once, I thought I'd say hello. Good luck to all."
"I just heard. Good luck with the Massago."
Massago and Tsutsuji speaking ambiguous words to each other.
Goodbye, then.
And the Massago that just walks away.
"Misago, you can always come back."
On the back of the Massago, Lulivitaki speaks.
"Alisui and Tsutsuji persuaded me to persuade my elders that our unaccommodating code was also decided to improve little by little. Wally decided not to reject the dark clouds either."
"Even now."
Misago herself was surprised that her voice, which she intended to throw away, was terribly fine.