Suharto visited the Snow Oka Institute and whimpered to expose all the truth. And why our parents and children are following Kate's belly. It's all about getting your hands on a crime, holding back some evidence of it, and being forced to do it by a story.
"Life was painful, and I stuck with my ability to get my hands on the dangerous work on the back street. Carrier of illegal drugs..."
"That doesn't just mean literally, it means illegal drugs that are banned even in the back streets, right?
"Yes, drugs like cocaine and heroin."
To the true question, Suharto answered in tears. There are also Junko and Midori on the side.
Trafficking in and trafficking in some highly dependent illicit drugs, such as cocaine, heroin and awakeners, is even prohibited in the back streets. If you are bad, you may be solemnly cleared from the center without question.
In fact, not all illegal drugs prohibited by national law are even prohibited in the back streets. There are countless illegal drug sales organizations on the back street, but even if they are legally illegal, they only deal with drugs that have been judged less dangerous by the central criteria. Things that are not allowed out of the center are never handled with backstreet tissue.
But there are rumors that some organizations are even breaking that ban and crossing dangerous bridges. Or a mafia that doesn't follow the back street rules.
"If it's just me... I don't care what happens. But...... if I get caught, I'll leave Chiyoko alone. Thousands of crystals are also going to protect me, taking on a single stick that hurts and falls on Mr. Kate. It's all my fault. So...... I need your help somehow. This situation...... I don't even know what to do. How can we do something..."
"What you're saying is inconsistent. You're telling me you don't care what happens, but you can't leave your daughter alone. Coming here means you could die."
Tell the pleading Suharto that the truth is in a cold tone.
"Let's kill that reporter. I'm coming."
"True, that's not all I need."
True to say the noisy things lightly, Suharto shrugged and Junko controlled to a sigh of sigh.
"Chiyo-chan and Suharto are already exposed to the public as the people who accused Kate. Killing that reporter won't solve anything. Isn't that all the other reporters want? And I don't know how Kate and the others are going to get out at the moment."
"I know I'm sorry I just killed you. But it's obvious that Mass Garbage is trying to move Akamura's parents and children even more like themselves to fall into Kate Van Dam. I'm sure you should kill him."
"That's right. So even if you kill a person, someone else must take over the role and use Mr. Suharto and the others to discredit Mr. Kate. Look at that news this morning. Don't you get it? Uchi isn't the only one attacking Kate. The mass media itself is attacking simultaneously."
Junko explains and teaches the truth of trying to solve it by simple means.
"Previously, the media had the upside of putting Kate up and undermining her credibility. I hadn't forgotten that humiliation, and I was asking for an opportunity to strike back. That's what's happening now. It's not just about revenging to Mr. Kate and lowering his drinks. That makes it a business, an appeal for our legitimacy, and, of course, to maintain our pride. That's what war is all about, and Mr. Suharto and the others stood on its arrows."
"I see...... If you know that much, I'd like to know what you're going to do."
True to ask in a challenging tone, knowing what answers will return from Junko's mouth.
"I'm only willing to move according to my rules, okay? If you want my help, you'll have to pay for it. I'm gonna have you be my experimental bench, and instead, I'm gonna give you the power to help, and then I'm gonna follow you up. Okay?
"That's the contradiction. So if I let you die from the results of the experiment, I'll leave my daughter alone. It will be the same thing as being arrested. Speaking of the original, I'm sorry about this guy who did that. But I can't help it now, and you have to put your hands on it."
To Junko's response as expected, I nevertheless found the truth frustrating.
"This man has sinned. I think it's my daughter's sin, but I want to make it a little easier from a tight situation, but not really. I don't even feel like blaming you for that, and how many guys deserve to be blamed for it great? And...... the devil has laid upon me and used me to commit sins, and I have been paid more than the sins I have committed. I think it's a terrible story, and if it's something I can help, I'd like to help, right?
"Hmm..."
To the true logic of appealing to emotion, Junko becomes a troubled face.
"Even before the devil laid eyes on me and asked me for help to escape the devil, is it the devil again? Different types of demons are you? No... it's up to you to be the devil or the angel. I don't want you to be the devil. [M] I know you won't change the rules, no matter how hard you are, how angry you are or how much you ask, but let me tell you."
I said whatever I wanted, and then the truth turned to the side. Junko spills a smile when she finds the trick cute.
"Hey, what exactly do you want to do about Jun?"
Midori turns to Suharto and asks.
"I don't know what to do, but I don't care specifically because it's an ambiguous request that you help me anyway..."
Suharto said while he thinks he's saying things that aren't clear to him either.
"To be clear, you're doing irrevocable things. Even if they blackmailed you, you already took on one of the shithead's sticks. Did you come here because you wanted to do the liquidation?"
"I don't want to hurt my daughter, and I don't want to betray Mr. Kate anymore. I've... betrayed you."
"Tell Kate what's going on and apologize. Don't come here."
"Not at all. While you think it's bad to betray me, you're not going to apologize, you're going to let me pass unharmed?
I really agree with Midori.
"I'm fine with that! But my daughter is not guilty! I don't want my daughter to be a sinner!
Feeling as if he was being blamed by middle school and elementary school students with his eyes from above, Suharto screams in frustration.
"My daughter is a fine homosexual. Sinned. I don't care if they blackmail me. You're blind to your own daughter's cuteness."
True to speak cold, Suharto changed his complexion.
"You know what it's like to be a parent with a child! And no respect for the elderly!
The teenagers told me to look good, and Suharto yelled angrily.
"You think a classic escape route like that would make sense? Is that the situation? No matter how much you said for your daughter, your daughter also sinned in the form of lies and betrayal. Even if they blackmailed me. Because I'm poor, because I was blackmailed, because I feel like a parent with a child. I want to exonerate you for what reason, and decide you didn't have it. Is that what you're here for? Like I said, I don't blame you for that. But you can't do what you didn't. I have to liquidate my sins. Ethically, I'm not saying we should. To ease your heart and that of your daughter."
Suharto finally understood when he was told that much by a child who seemed to only live about half of himself.
"You must be underestimating me, saying something great to your child. Use your respects to the elderly? If those who have gained more experience in their years are saying it in the sense that they are great, use them that way. I live in a dense world hundreds of millions of times more dense than people on the street. I kill a lot of people, too. I mean, I can say with certainty that the build-up of experience as a human being is hundreds of millions of times better than you just lived your years longer. Be aware that you're putting people in front of those realms."
To the true rhetoric of a cold and high-pressure proclamation, but Suharto could not argue. I couldn't think of a word to disagree with, and I was barely pressured by the true word and gaze. As the true word was right, my heart had admitted and accepted it.
That's not all. Looking back, he seemed like a child who was wasting his time on his own words, and the truth was that he was speaking after giving proper attention to this one - even thinking about the reckoning of sins. When I finally realized that, Suharto would be filled with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry...... I was wrong. You're absolutely right."
Suharto, who honestly apologizes.
"Well, let's get back to it. Actually, even if you said you were threatened and you were lying, what would that do?
"Mm-hmm, but come on, I agree with True you, and I don't think you can avoid that. Modifications If you're going to put Keri on, you're going to destroy your conscience, you're not going to be guilty, you're going to be modified, and that's not just going to mean your father."
Midori spoke of his doubts, and Junko put his hand on his chin and said with his imaginary face.
"It doesn't make sense to just destroy your conscience. Without making amends to Kate, we also have to destroy the one-rod burden of vice to mass garbage. What is Midori afraid of?
True asks Midori.
"If you want to sue me in public for being threatened, you can't do that. As for mass garbage, don't you want to flush it? Or on the internet. Very, very hard to erase the fact that I flushed it onto TV once, huh? There are more people watching TV."
"For some reason, television is the strongest medium. Because of the large audience. Well, then don't worry about it. It's just a matter of not being surprised on the air."
Midori and Junko told me to convince me.
(They look like kids, but they do all turn heads a lot...... different than me, etc.)
Meanwhile, Suharto was impressed and listening to the conversation between the three of them.
"Oh well. Kate, you can pretend you're cooperating with me and tell me that was a lie."
Midori pounds and slaps his hand.
"Yeah. I'll be switching to flower garden footage soon anyway. 'Cause it sounds like a lot of press work to knock on Kate."
and Junko.
"Sasasu but Jun Sister is wicked all around ~. She's more walrus than Echigoya ~"
Midori makes a tea.
"No... sorry, that doesn't make sense after all. I'd prefer a positive attack here. You should say we're having a press conference, collect it, and say it was a lie. There's also a TV station that's close to Mr. Van Damme, so I'm sure that's the only place he'll be flushing it."
"Heh... well, then, you sound like an idiot to me for complimenting you."
To correct Junko, Midori swells her cheeks.
For now, there are no more modifications.
Hearing the story flow and forcefully asserting, Truth saw Suharto.
"The rest depends on you. If there's anything else in trouble - if there's anything I can do to help, I can help. However, the hope of modification is that you will never come here again."
"Hey True, that's terrible"
Junko protests toward the truth.
"Well... the condition doesn't modify..."
Suharto, who cannot understand the meaning of the true word.
"You're right. Experiment with the human body, modify it, gain strength, if you swear you won't try to do that again, I'll cooperate with you on what I can do. I said something terrific too."
"Oh no... the in-laws who ask you to do that..."
"I have a person in trouble in front of me. Help it. Is that so weird? Well, under the circumstances, I can only lend you wisdom."
To the bewildered Suharto, the truth was pale. The way he looks and speaks is the child with the cold impression, but the heat of that dialogue also made Suharto's breasts and eyeballs hot.
"Oh, thank you very much."
Suharto bows his head deeply and expresses his sincere gratitude.
"Sometimes pro bono help is good, right? If you really can't accept it as your rule, you just have to shut up and watch. I'll do it with Midori."
Turn to Junko and the truth says.
"I don't follow my rules that far. I don't like being out of company, and I'm going to be one of them."
He was a pure child who smiled with a face that was neither sighing nor dull.