Gaoling Stream Witchcraft is one of the long-established landlords involved in spiritual defense, roughly equivalent to star coal in character, but slightly inferior in number. Still has a good number of people.
The incident took place in the middle of the task being carried out by the sorcerers of Gaoling Stream Witchcraft.
The magicians were killed on the ground when they heard rumors that a monster had appeared in a city hall and headed for an investigation.
I was wondering if the monster had turned me back, put more personnel into the investigation, but he was still killed.
Kaolin Stream weighed his body down and put in more personnel without leaking the matter anywhere, but all three sets also became corpses. We tried to solve the damage ourselves, and at that point, the country knew it.
"The country seems to suspect that he did not encounter a monster and was killed, but that he is expertly killing a state-serving magician - that is, an involvement outside the country. But Kaolin Liu doesn't talk about it, he wants to find out the truth on his own and solve it. Weigh yourself up. So, our mission is to make sure it's true."
Home of the Murder Club. Dragon Jiro, Sharp One, and Good Governance in front of him, the pot hill tells.
"The guys named Kaolin Stream are certainly established, and the size of the numbers is considerable, but they don't have a magician with the power to pull them out. Much inferior to star coal in that respect. They are treated in the same row in character, but their actual strength is different"
Good governance explains the circumstances of the paranormal industry.
"Only those troubled people whose pride is high,"
Sharp One throws up and throws up with contempt while putting his hands on his glasses.
"The more incompetent you are, the higher your pride, and only your mouth will be a master. In self-defense."
Ryujiro spits poison with a flamboyant smile.
"Even such incompetence is an important force for the country. It's your job to sneak up on the truth to avoid any further harm, and to protect that incompetent face and mood."
Kettle Hill also said in a grumpy manner. It's a stupid job, no matter what you think.
"Are we just gonna find out the truth? If you find the killer, you can kill him."
Assuming, as the country suspects, that there was a killer who was intentionally killing the magician, it makes no sense if we don't dispose of him as soon as we find him, Akiichi thinks.
"You don't have to. The directive put out to the murder club only confirms the truth at this stage. If it's really interference from another country, maybe we'll leave it to other people to deal with."
And he looked at the sharp one, and said unto him, Pot Hill.
"If they're the ones who are killing the sorcerer, they'll be pretty tough."
Ryujiro says with a face free of tension.
"Even if people are about to get killed in front of you, we can talk about letting them go."
Sharp Ichi points it out.
"Do you hate boulders?"
Kettle Hill smiles, considering Sharp's character.
"In fact, Kaolin said the country is opposed to being directly involved in spiritual defense. He also had a negative attitude toward the mustard engine, but seemed to have a stance of knowing the backdrop of the star coal curse and neglecting the existence of a murder club, while not speaking out and disagreeing. It would be humiliating if those people were to use the help of a murder club. So first you have to sneak up on the truth so you don't hurt your pride."
Sharp ichi gets more and more irritated as he listens to Kettle Hill.
"Wouldn't it be a masterpiece if those people found out they had their asses wiped by a murder club? Wouldn't it be funny if we solved the case and brightened it up and embarrassed him?
"What are you talking about?"
In contrast to Sharp Ichi, who proposed sarcastically, Good Governance stuck with a voice mixed with anger and fright.
"Are you willing to go head-on against it when they tell you that the contents of the mission won't hurt their pride? In addition to that, don't forget that star coal is also involved. It would be quite humiliating to have been butt-wiped by both the Murder Club and another genre called Star-Charcoal Stream, and you could buy unwanted grudges from Star-Charcoal"
"Are you kidding me like you got help and resent that other guy?
Ask the righteous good governance with the angry voice of the sharp one.
"As far as I can tell, I guess so."
Good governance answers to the sigh mix.
"Can you accept that? It's not on your mind? This is such a joke. It's like an incompetent hungry bastard wipe, huh?
"It's on my mind. But I'm guessing that's the assignment you were given, right?
"If they say it's a mission, do you stop thinking and accept?
"I don't stop thinking, but can I break a bee just because I don't like it?"
Even as he made his argument, Kuniichi, who bumps straight into anger, had an inner fondness, but that's why it can't be tolerated, such as imitation that turns the table back on emotional letting.
To put it further, Good Governance knows that all the genres of state-serving magicians are similar.
As for good governance, I don't feel like laughing at Kaolin Stream. Until recently, the star coal stream was more of a disgrace, such as drawing on the help of other genres.
Therefore, the elusive task was only star coal, and many sacrifices were made as a result of trying to push it through in small numbers. After the disturbance of the inheritance dispute, the attitude was also changed, and the task that seemed difficult settled on the policy of increasing the number of people, whether the gallows appeared to be reduced or bad, and cooperating with other places if possible.
"Wow, I knew you were more grown up in Sunset Hill than you, Akiichi."
Ryujiro will tear up, but Akiichi is unresponsive to you, and is admiring good governance.
"If you don't like it, you can go down and have another guy replace you"
I want to say what needs to be said, and Good Governance tells me clearly.
"Sunset Ke Hill, you're still not reluctant to say anything. That's just fighting and selling.
"I'll have to say this. The answer would be this."
Ryujiro tells me to feel frightened and good governance to say it back with a sluggish face.
"I'll try to get to the limit of patience."
With his hands on his glasses, Akeichi says quietly, staring at Sunji.
"What do we do first?
Akeichi asks.
"If you follow Theory, you should go to the scene where the Gaoling people were murdered."
"So no objection. Looks like Gaoling is asking how things are going now, and we'd better move fast."
Good governance nodded at Ryuji's suggestion.
"The same stone head."
Where good governance went to the bathroom, sharp ichi groans abominably.
"Different type, but you're pretty stubborn yourself, too."
Kettle Hill pointed out with a laugh, so annoying sharp one. But I won't say it back. I admit it myself.
"If only the star coal and the rainbow forest had come anyway, how could it be him?"
"Fair enough. But if it was just me and Sharp One and you, Sharp One would have done what you thought."
Ryujiro laughs at it.
"Sunset Kechi, you don't seem to like me, but I don't seem to hate you very much, so please be good friends with me instead."
"I'm not saying I don't like him, but I honestly don't really want to hang out with him. I'm not accommodating, and occasionally I don't get through conversations."
To Ryujiro, who waves to people irresponsibly, Akiichi said in a sigh of sigh.
The girl curses.
The girl has no idea how many have been cursed by herself before. I can't count. Because even if she didn't recognize the curse, she set it up to activate automatically under certain conditions.
Girls don't hide their faces.
Hence the curse. I don't need pity because I take it for granted that people are cursed, such as the undeserved who try to make people into spectacles without permission. I have no sympathy.
On the other hand, the girl tries not to curse those who speak up to herself properly, complain and confirm her request, and respond with a smile, allowing her to take it.
"I found baldness on the train today!
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A college girl who shoots anything she finds strange and raises it to SNS. Still in excellent condition today.
Before her like that, an outrageous man appeared.
A girl who looks like she's about seventeen or eight years old, wearing a black blouse and a long skirt and a pretty dark red cardigan. She was a beautiful girl with a long face, with straight stretched glossy black hair stretched to her back.
When the girl walked in the train, they were all a little giddy. And it was just a shittiness and a distraction.
The girl had two identical faces. The tip broke into two pieces from the neck and two heads existed.
Binding twins - also known as Sham's twins, are literally twins with a part of their body bound together.
Accurate statistics are unknown, but it is said that about one percent of 50,000 to 200,000 people are born in a group, half of them die at birth, more than 30% die within three days, and a further 1% can live to be over one year old.
(Wow, I really have two identical faces, not crops. And it's so beautiful. Funny how this comes into the train in grandeur. All right, I'm gonna go, Pasha)
I don't care where it is or who it is when I find something interesting, I can't help but take it and put it up on SNS. There was no way she missed this shutter opportunity.
(Go! Pasha!
Point the camera at your fingertips and take a picture with a temper.
(All right, I need to get it up fast. Er, the comment...)
When I was thinking about the comments, suddenly she felt sick.
(What...? Me, what's wrong? nausea, dizziness, headaches and... the back of my chest is painful, my stomach is weird... what is this... my body is crazy... it's coming...)
I can see intense pain occurring all over my body, and my consciousness going away. I can feel myself trying to disappear.
(Me, dying...? It's a lie...... How could this be...)
Immediately after she realizes death, the video crew flashes back behind her brain with tremendous momentum.
The familiar bald head is clearly reflected in my head from next to next. It's all the bald heads she took and raised to SNS.
(Damn... what is this... a horse lantern...? I mean, why are you bald!? It just comes out with all the bald heads I've ever taken... at the end of the day... I can't believe I'm bald rushing... my whole life... me... so bald... I liked it...?
Upon such doubt at the end of the day, her consciousness was interrupted and she fell on the train.
A surrounding passenger speaks up and asks how she is falling.
Because she was nearby, the girl could know how it was. In other words, it was also possible to know that the curse was automatically activated on those who tried to photograph and expose themselves without permission.
Four big black eyes look cold at the fallen woman and the surrounding passengers who care about it.
"I don't know where the trap is lurking in the world" "I don't know where I'm trapping"
Two mouths move almost simultaneously.
"My trap is." "My curse is."
"If you're not the bad guy, you can avoid it"
Words emanating from two mouths, totally hammered.
But the girl's dialogue was whispering, and all the passengers around her were distracted by the fallen woman, so no one was listening.