Play with Mad Scientists!

"Takeda, Umezu is calling"

Kaori Takeda, who was sleeping in her own seat in the back street section of the euthanasia police station, was woken to the end of Matsumoto, a detective in the same section, to look at the clock and then rammed into her desk not too much again in despair and sorrow. It was over five minutes past midnight.

"At last, this is the time..."

"Huh?"

"Today, I... Birthday"

To the surprised Matsumoto, Kaori answers groaning.

"Heh, congratulations"

"Congratulations. It's finally thirty."

Summoning toward Matsumoto, who speaks of social-decreed praise, Kaori leaves the room in abusive footsteps and heads to the washroom.

Wash your face and look at your face with a shine.

"Hmm... this is the face of the woman who turned thirty..."

I have more eyes for a hairy, habitual hair, a complex from childhood, than for my sleepy face. I've been acting weird and semi-long, even if they tell me to cut short because I have a lot of habitual hair. There is also a means of putting on a straight perm, but when I feel like I've lost it, I've been acting weird and leaving it like this.

As a result of sticking it up and staying alive, Kaori lives in this place.

On my way to the interview room, I see it because I'm getting an email. It's from a friend.

Happy birthday. It's already thirty, so it's time to get married for real. Everyone else has it but you, so don't rush it. '

"Shut up. Shut up. This one's been an unusual way of life since I was a teenager, and even though I can only live that way. But if I lived a normal life, I'd feel like I'd lost."

Seeing an all-you-can-say message from a friend with a rough personality, Kaori is abominably evil.

Kaori opens the door to the interview room, causing her to recruit harsh. I smell the burning smell of meat I'm used to sniffing.

Hey, are you here?

An assistant director of the back street section of the euthanasia police station, Umezu Kwangju, raised his face as he pushed Hansan Tsui into the nostrils of a man who fell on his back to the floor of the investigation room.

"This guy's got guts inside. I'm a little tired, so change it. You're better at it."

"The last word is too extra, damn annoying"

When he snaps the handa from Umezu's hand, Kaori sticks the empty hand into the suspect's man's mouth and picks his front teeth with his thumb and index finger.

"Ugh!

A man raises a strange voice. When Kaori pulled her hand, she had two upper anterior teeth, pulled out of her roots.

"Yes, keep your mouth open. Don't hurt me."

Saying in a carefree voice, Kaori becomes a horse rider over the man, and when he puts his hand in the man's mouth again, he scratches open the man's mouth with only two thumbs and index fingers of his hand.

The man desperately tries to shut his mouth, but Kaori's thumb and index finger are not even frightened.

"Disinfected and cuddly. Even if there's no anesthesia, if it's a boy in the back street, I can put up with it."

"The injuries are broken!

Where his front teeth are removed, Kaori smiles and presses Hansan.

"If it won't heal if you pull out all your teeth, now treat your lips ~"

While the smell of the meat that I am used to sniffing can come in, while doing the familiar work, I recall that today was my thirtieth birthday.

"Yes... this is me now. It's my real... Losing anything, every day I keep sticking and living and doing all this, thirty ways if I realize it. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Kaori sing from a smile to a vain face, Umezu turned suspicious.

That's the current story.

Euthanasia City. An industrial zone. 8pm.

A warehouse lined up. Its lights are almost out. It doesn't look popular in the warehouse, but it can't be. They must be here. I guess I keep the lights from leaking.

Those who are in darkness at night, more than one. They come out of an unlit warehouse. I'm carrying big baggage.

Adonis Adams signals with his gaze to the other person lurking in the shadow of the warehouse across the street. I already have a gun in my hand.

On the other hand, the other party, Makoto Aizawa, is at first glance hands-free. Of course he would be sneaking a gun in his nose, but now he's not willing to let it out yet.

Truth rushes without sound. Jump out onto the road and run to the shade of an empty container to hide yourself. I approached the luggage carriers at once.

(Indistinct)

Adonis squeaks in his mouth. At the same time, I feel reliable.

This job can't just kill the target. We have to suppress the evidence that we're carrying the bumps.

True is an infrared camera from close range, and it is the role to reflect it. Adonis supports from afar. It shouldn't be Adonis' turn yet, but think about what if, and be ready to buzz off whenever you want.

Fu and Adonis looked further beyond the men carrying the container.

Shadows are moving from the shadows. Pass on the shield in the same way.

Adonis doesn't panic otherwise. Because I'm on your side. The person is Adonis' client. The client himself works, and the fact that he wants manpower makes the truth speak first, asks if there is an arm-written doomsday, and the truth is how he deduced Adonis.

(I heard that guy has a long battlefield experience, it's certainly a futile move)

That's what I thought. Arrow tip, I got in touch through the Inc.

"The shooting over here is over. I'm going to infiltrate with Lei Lei Lei Lei.

"Be careful. Go."

In response to a true report, Adonis returned a word and began moving.

"Do I have to put up with seeing chest shit bad sights from here on out"

'That's the kind of directive, isn't it? I know how you feel, but keep it down.'

'You can't cover it. Look at the scene where people are being killed in front of you, don't help. Just shoot or something...'

"Well, to be honest, I'm not sure I can handle it either."

True and Lei's conversation reaches Adonis' ear as well.

Even if you look at a different murder scene, you have to overlook it just by filming it. Taking evidence of the scene first is a must for this mission, but Adonis was secretly relieved that he did not have to take charge of the clerk.

A bum carried by a few men. That's the truck I plan to get on. It was Adonis's role to find out where that was going.

I saw two cars coming from across the street on their way to a motorcycle that Adonis had left away.

(In a place like this? What car? And as if I had signed up, now at this time......)

I had a bad feeling. Adonis reports about the car towards the incarnation.

'I also checked from this side. It's not good. It's the police.'

True reports. I checked on the familiar detective in the back street division.

'I mean, I went into it with dignity... Those guys......'

Li Lei makes a crying voice. At this point, it seems that this plan has become completely uncle.

"Oicolar! Police! Don't move!

"Whoever moves will be butchered! You made a move! Dead!

An anger heard over the radio between True and Lei. And gunshots.

"You shot him to death?

'One person was shot through the head. Backstreet Division. It's their stone that starts by killing and freaking one person out and losing his temper to the blade. "

True answered Adonis's question. Adonis reminds me a little of my hometown when it's like America.

"Hey, they found us, too."

'Better not resist. Adonis needs to get out of there somehow. If you find him, don't point him at the blade. "

"Ok...... Pray for the best."

Half joke, half serious Adonis says, got on the bike.

That was three hours ago.

That was twenty years ago.

The Hongmori Evening Moon "Tsuruyuzutsu" saw the death of Song Grandfather, and at its tragic end, his heart trembled and became traumatized.

My great-grandfather simply died of life expectancy. Thin, sleepy, no longer accepting meals, feces and urine drooling over diapers, sobbing that all over my body was sore and painful day and night, I cried and complained that I wanted to meet my father, who had gone on a mission and my grandfather, who had lost his life on a mission many years earlier.

My great-grandfather was a strict figure, and he reigned as an absolute authority among the Hongmori family as the oldest senator who had long supported the Hongmori family.

Such a song grandfather, when he died, exposed himself so miserably, tormented himself to death.

It's lifespan, so I can't help it. My family and relatives said the end of the human period was like that. But the Evening Moon, it was unacceptable. And fear left me as a trauma.

Sure, I can't help dying. But I will not suffer and die like that for as long as possible. That's all I want to avoid, I think so. Not really, the Evening Moon changed my way of life.

Sunset Moon chose to live fighting for himself. It was also a way of life to die. I don't want to say no to Tenshou or anything. I'm not even willing to kill myself. The ideal is - I want to build myself to the extreme, and then fight and fight and fight through, and go around with even stronger enemies, and fight and die after exhausting my dying power. The Evening Moon becomes seriously so desirable.

The heirs of the Hongmori family, who inherit Hongmori Flow Swordsmanship, are required to serve as escorts to the Lord of Star Charcoal Flow Witchcraft for generations. But the Evening Moon renounced the seat of the heir of Hongmori Stream, abandoning Hongmori and choosing the path to live on the back street.

Rainbow Forest's role as an escort to the star charcoal lord is not to live or die for himself. That was what I was unhappy with in the evening and moon.

Twenty years to keep even throwing yourself in the training ground for such a will to just fight and die for yourself.

Even now, the Evening Moon is still alive. Even his enemies, powerful enough to threaten his own life, patrolled him again and again. There have been many extraordinary battles. But the Evening Moon is alive.

The Evening Moon is terrified. To survive like this and die on a tatami without losing your life in battle. Being like that song grandfather...

"I like Takeda."

It's not the first time you've been confessed by a heterosexual, and whoever they are, if they can hit you with serious feelings, your mind will be tempted.

But I can't accept it very much for Kaori right now.

Kaori's heart was deeply broken. Kaori wonders if he doesn't understand how he feels about that. And if I can't help it, I'm giving up.

"Thanks...... But even if they say that now... it's very unacceptable... Sorry......"

This was the dialogue that I intended to take care of not hurting as much as possible, looking down at that boy, who was much shorter than I was and much younger - who I still thought was about to be in elementary school if I went through.

"Oh yeah hey...... I'm some kind of terminal parsley, I'm still small, I'm retarded, I don't have a clue..."

That's not what I wanted to say, but I don't have that energy in Kaori right now.

I cleaned up after the other day's fight, but there's still a smell of blood in Azit. There is a lot of blood in the smell of that blood from those who will never return.

Kaori is conscious. He said that some of this smell died covering himself. That some of them were in love with me.

In a state like this, which is going to break my heart, I feel confessed and still happy, but it can't be accepted.

The boy left the room crying. He also went to special grades, he said, and he was a little retarded in wisdom, and he looked greatly at it, as he had no choice but to lack consideration for others.

"Sorry... nothing about you, I don't hate you..."

After the boy left, Kaori apologized again.

That was thirteen years ago.