I think it's a beautiful day, looking at the blurry blue sky.
When I get the grace of the sun, I can feel my life. About the second in the world.
"Still alive..."
At the window of his home, he knocks down his reclining chair and falls asleep in the sun, and the man whines.
Disturbed long hair stretched to the waist. Tall, shoulder-width, and thick chest plate. He has a long nose muscle, a high nose, a thin jaw tip and a sharp look. Even in a relaxed state, his eyes are sharp and his mouth is tight.
The man - Hongmori Evening Moon turns forty-one this year. Nearly twenty years after falling into the back street. Living this many years while making rough business out of the back streets can also be considered a threat. We were only matched by the strength to survive, and perhaps by luck.
Naturally, his name is also famous on the back street. He is one of the top end-of-life shoppers, along with one of the living legends on the back street. Killing and escorting, anyway, is a doomsday to take on the rough only. Work comes in often. However, it is limited to jobs that appear to be difficult. Still, he is alive.
(I was blessed with luck in the sense that I didn't go around with an enemy strong enough to take my life. But... that's what I can't do. It's bad luck to be lucky. When am I gonna die? I've lived to be this age already)
I really get a feeling of impatience. I thought I was going to die sooner, but I wanted to die sooner, but I wasn't going to survive until I was just running into the downhill of my flesh.
Open the holographic display and check for work.
I have received one message for the request. Request details are both escort and kill. The client is a human trafficking organisation named Dignity of Meat Chunks.
I only know the name. An organization whose name is also known there on the back street, but whose entity is surrounded by mystery. Police have also been chasing people for years because they violate the taboo of human trafficking and so on, but it's like they can't grab their tail. Even existence itself is suspected. Sunset moon violently doubted that such an organization would make a grand name for itself, and even ask for an escort.
Is it so important to his Ka organization, or is it a deception or a prank? But if it's real, I can expect it to be a pretty dangerous job. In the worst case scenario, the police backstreet division could turn to the enemy. That's the worst case scenario, but it would be a great development if we took it at sunset and moon.
I hope every time I get a request. Now it's time to go out with enemies strong enough to take care of themselves. He said he could die satisfied after fighting with all his dying power.
Li Lei was excited about entering the Japanese police investigation room for the first time, but he actually went in and noticed that the image of the preconceived image imprinted with it was different from that shown in the TV drama.
"Is that it? This is what an interview room looks like. An electric stand or something? I used to blackmail and intimidate the killer and do a lot of Japanese detective drama."
"There's no first thing left on the table. That's just a story in the drama. It would be a hassle to be thrown. But, well, I'll serve a bowl of cutlets. It's forbidden at any other police station, but only at home, we'll have a bowl of handmade cutlets."
In front of Lei Li, the detective with thinner hair - Umezu Optical answered. There is also Kaori Takeda earlier.
Umezu's hair is thin, but Lei saw that he was close to himself. Whether it's the same late thirties.
"Oh, well, you tried that."
"Then why don't you ask me? Hello, Mr. Daiichi. Cuttlebowl. I'll have one over here, please."
Laughing lovingly, Li Lei said, Umezu also smiled and really ordered on the ext.
"Do you even give me a cigarette or something?
Lei Lei asks questions in good condition.
"That's just a drama story, too, but we'll do it. There are a lot of people in the back streets who can help with emotional appeals."
Seeing Umezu answer in a smudged tone, Li Lei somehow guessed. This man has shown considerable understanding to the residents of the back street, and I'm sure he'll be familiar with them. I'm having a conversation, and somehow I learn something like intimacy myself.
"Why are cutlet bowls in drama and cigarette smoking scenes common, but they're forbidden in reality?
"Come on? I don't know much about that either, but the euthanasia police book has made it a constant thing to imitate TV and serve a bowl of cutlets."
"You can't have a bowl of cutlets or a cigarette because you treat it like you used a sleeve bottom to make the killer sing (hoshi). As a rule, the police are forbidden."
Kaori pinched her mouth.
"I got an image of a bowl of cutlets in the interview room because I used to feel sorry for the poor killer, and they said it was because of an episode of the detective luxury he had on his stomach."
and Umezu.
"So, what's okay here?
"Ok is funnier because, like I said, it works right"
"No... but is it okay to do that here, even though it's forbidden?
"That's the guy called the euthanasia police station. By the way, it's not the only bowl of cutlets that's given special permission here. All kinds of means are used to make him sing, and he can't even get a lawyer through. You should think this interview room is completely extraterritorial. It's not uncommon for a guy to get out of here as a hothead. That's what goes through here."
Like Umezu joking, it didn't seem like Lei Li.
"Well, I don't care if it's after a bowl of cutlets or before, so why don't you tell me what you were doing on that spot"
"Okay."
From Li Lei's eyes, Umezu looked like the type you could tell if you still talked, but the scented seedlings in the same room are horrible, so I honestly decide to tell them everything. With the expectation that maybe you could also cooperate.
"I see... that's what happened, and we almost killed them all."
Umezu gets a reluctant look after listening to him.
"It's funny that this one, a secret agent, is trying to keep the evidence under control, but the police don't care about the evidence or anything to kill them all."
Li Lei jokes and says, Kaori stares at me. Li Lei shrugs his neck.
"Cuttlebowl waiting ~"
A lady police officer from the Juvenile Division, Ohiko Nanase, takes a basin with a bowl of cutlets and tea and comes into the interview room.
"Sure. Yeah. Eh. It didn't look very tasty like a bowl of cutlets to eat in the interview room in a drama, but this is amazing."
"Thank you. Enjoy it slowly."
thanking Lei for his unyielding smile, Nanase left the room
"There are a lot of asshole unconscious hondalas in the world who just look at things because of preconceptions and come back to see if they had stopped thinking. I can't help it. But I can't allow such an asshole to come before me and open his mouth."
Umezu made his first grumpy voice here. Li Lei wondered what it was about, but realized it was a silence against the bowl of cutlets.
"Sorry, that's not what I meant..."
"Then what are you going to do? Besides, in front of Nanase."
Now the scented seedlings go in.
"No, he said he was going to compliment me even on that, and he didn't. Because it's a TV drama."
"You know what? A few percent of police officers say they admire the police in their criminal drama and become police officers..."
Lei Lei makes a desperate excuse, but Kaori pursues it further with a rugged shape. I began to wonder if I could say anything more, and Lei Li wanted to cry.
"Don't be too edgy. I'm sorry. This guy's just a dos. He wants to torture and kill the suspect, and he's just wuss. So never mind."
Umezu gave me a help boat, so Lei stroked his chest down. I also felt like I was saying something amazing, but I decided I was forced to reassure him.
"So, I'm going to work with the police, so I want you to work with me, too, but I don't know. Because the purpose of trying to control crime is the same."
Umezu makes a difficult face with his arms around him for the sake of the key joint struggle. Seeing that, Li Lei wonders if he has a pulse.
"I have no reason to say no, but please keep me posted. And don't even think about getting out of here. And in the worst case scenario, you'll be our target."
"I know."
Li Lei caresses her chest down for real this time because she gave her full consent instead of looking difficult.
"Neither a reassuring incision nor the dignity of the meat chunks that were its counterparts were the organizations that never showed up, as if to mock the police before. The occasional catchers couldn't be called members of the organization, they were just pussies of parsley. Now the reassuring incision is more surfacing. This guy can never be missed. I want to finish before I dive again."
(You don't think it's a very police dialogue, do you? I don't want to arrest you, I want to punish you.)
It was Lei Lei, who snorted when he heard Umezu's dialogue.
Organ-trafficking tissue, Safe Incision, is a tissue that has been eyed by the police over the years but has not allowed them to grasp any of its footprints.
That was made possible only because there was a cover-up of the human trafficking organisation Dignity of Meat Chunks, the counterpart.
But Maximilian Pagoda, the boss of the reassuring incision, had a strong dissatisfaction with the dignity of the meat mass.
Safe incisions sometimes procure the original organ by themselves. As a debt cat, it's sold from other organizations. But that alone does not make up commerce, so the original, which is an organ, actually purchases nearly 80% out of the dignity of the meat chunks.
When it comes to the dignity of meat chunks, they are trafficked from China's unnamed Chinese mafia and sold to a secure incision. The mafia directly exposes people and engages in human trafficking.
In other words, the dignity of meat chunks is just a broker in human trafficking. Besides, it raises the value considerably and sells it to a reassuring incision.
Because I knew that fact, the reassuring incision had always been dissatisfying.
And finally reaching the limit of patience, Maximilian Baoda plotted to ignore the dignity of his long-time counterpart, the meat hunk, and to purchase the bumps directly from the Chinese mafia. That way, it would be cheaper to buy directly without passing the dignity of the meat chunks, and the Chinese mafia would also buy a reassurance incision more expensive than the dignity of the meat chunks. Try to make it two organizations and it will be a win-win relationship.
Of course, from the dignity of the meat chunks that were acting as brokers, it would mean a joke.
Organ trafficking has been essential for brokers since the last century, and because of the presence of brokers, there was no way to let the police grab their tails and stable business was done. Blinded by immediate interests, disregarding brokers carries a great deal of risk.
On the day the reassurance incision and Chinese mafia made their first contact and first deal, a few of their companions were puked and killed when they were spotted lightly by the police, and the factory was crushed and plunged into scattered results.
"When it came to our business obliteration, we left everything to the dignity of the meat chunks. It would be self-evident to ignore it."
A person, number two in the tissue, threw up in a harsh tone. He seemed fiercely dissatisfied with the conduct of his boss, Boda, and the lapse invited by it. Some of the other executives have similar ideas. The reassuring incision was not a single rock tissue.
"That was my fault. But what has already happened can't be helped. What are we going to do?"
Boda admits he is not and asks the executives for their opinions.
"You'd have to put an apology into the dignity of the meat chunks, wouldn't you?
"No, there's no way the Chinese Mafia would allow that. I was worried about cheap deals over there ignoring the dignity of meat chunks."
"That's the only way to convince you."
"What if I don't convince you to go through with it?
"Before that, the dignity of the meat chunks will angrily deal with me, or in the worst case, they will attack me"
(Really... why did you do this...)
As the executives made their arguments, Boda was in his mouth, mouthing a dialogue of regret. I even had such a hunch that, with the greed at hand, I would do something irrevocable and fall into ruin.
His hunch was centered.