Play with Mad Scientists!

A Jan 30 at 14: 38

A small organization on a certain back street.

An escort organization run by just four people. But two of the four are mice modified under Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka, one of whom has acquired supernatural powers. The other can turn into a Phantom.

"Dog owner, I'm sorry I came to see you, but I'm leaving today because I'm at work. My client says it's a secret escort, so I won't even let you cover it."

Shinichi Nakadamura, a youth who is the head of the organization, speaks to the dog breeder who greets him by serving tea treats on his own in the reception room. He's just recently turned twenty.

"Mm-hmm. That's all right. I'll get you some sweets, have some tea, and I'll go home."

"Brew yourself."

When Makichi smiles at the dog breeder, he leaves the reception room.

The dog owner intends to be as cordial with the pure child mouse as possible. There's no deep reason, but it's more enjoyable, and you can ask for something when you want manpower.

Even if it's not Junko's mouse, the mighty are grinding in the back street, but Junko's mouse is easier to deal with. When something goes wrong, there are calculations that Junko can cry and try to solve it.

In addition to that, I often toured the work of the mice working in the back streets for the story craving. This time it was rejected.

Dog breeders who silently eat tea treats by themselves, project holographic displays from watch-shaped virtual phones, and browse the net.

Virtual phones are the next generation models of fingertip phones, and unlike previous compact and simple square designs, they are incorporated into rings, bracelets, watches, earphones, etc. Furthermore, the previously forbidden EEG operation was finally unlocked, and if one switch was switched on, then it became operable, even if it was just a thought on the head. Nevertheless, there are still some areas where you have to manipulate the screen with your fingers.

Prices are considerably higher and, above all, thin, but they are beginning to spread in the back streets before the front streets. Lower level chimps and Chinese mafias on the back street say there are also many cases where they resell to their opponents on the front street.

Fu and the dog owner turned off the display and became a nervous face. I felt murderous.

A dog breeder who leaves the dreaded reception room and goes to the living room.

There the battle had already begun.

It wasn't the dog owner they were after. I am Shinichi, the head of the organization. The raider glanced at the dog owner, but turned to the best without any interest.

There is one raider. He was an old man with short gray hair, with a surprisingly rough monk's coat. If I do it, my eyes are gobbling, my mouth is half open, and my teeth are missing everywhere. He was spreading a fun-loving grin all over his face, swinging his tin cane at high speed and beating him first.

Although Shiichi has turned his arms into Kamakiri's sickle and prevented the monks from attacking, he has little room to fight back and is on the defensive side of the war. Obviously the monks are pushing it better.

Eventually Makichi grabs the scepter with a sickle with both hands. The monk manages to prevent him from pushing the scepter into his power. As if it were impending, it would appear in the eyes of the dog owner.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Come on, come on, the bump between life and life, we need to have more fun! This kind of entertainment can't be a floating life! Kick-ass!"

When he gives a strange high laugh, the monk pulls out the power in the scepter. The monk's kick was determined to be his best belly, and his best body blew up to the wall.

As far as the hands and feet peeking through the sleeves and hem of the monk's clothes, the monk's body is thin. The dog keeper wonders where in this thin body such power is hidden. It would be natural to regard it as having superordinary powers.

(Who the hell are you? Why are you attacking Shinichi? Everything makes too much sense... but the more important thing is that Shinichi will be killed like this, and what should I do?)

Dog breeders looking around. The first thing that stopped my eye was a plate of sweets on the table. It's not going to be a weapon.

"What!? Shinichi!?"

And there, Keiko Ohatacho returns and shouts, a member of the organization, a true lover and a mouse as well.

"Run... Keiko..."

Makichi groans as she rises.

In front of the real one, the dog owner beat the monk in the chair from behind.

The monk shrugged lightly and was surprised to see the dog owner. Completely amateur. I haven't mastered any shards of combat either. I was surprised by the fact that it came under resolute attack.

"You're the one running away, Makichi. I'll take care of this."

"No, dog breeder... what are you doing...?

Makoto is stunned by the dialogue of the dog breeder.

"No, 'cause a lot younger than me, I thought you might as well shut up and watch him die..."

"So you can do something about it!?

He was further beaten with a chair as he said it, and when he saw the dog owner who could be taken lightly with a cane, Makichi was screaming with a drawn grin.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock."

Laughing strangely, the monk breathes heavily in.

He felt dangerous and tried to avoid it, but the monk looked closely at the real move.

When the monk opened his mouth, a ball of flame sputtered out of his mouth vigorously, striking directly at his true body.

"Wow!

"Seriously, no!

Shinichi, who has been caught in a fire. Screaming Keiko.

"Hey, there's a gap."

With a pleasant grin on his face, the monk stabbed his true chest with a cane.

It was as if time had stopped. Neither Makoto nor Keiko understood that Makoto had been killed, but they couldn't accept it. Makichi spits out his blood and sees the old, filthy monk who murdered himself in disgust. The monk looks back at it up close, showing his dirty teeth and grinning.

"Well..."

Grab the clothes of the most crumbling body and place the scepter on the floor. It would not be a substitute for being able to stand and place, but the scepter is upright.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

(Do you want it?)

The monk's dialogue, the dog keeper cares.

A monk gets his hand poked at the real chest wound and begins to wander through his body.

"Oh, there it is."

Raising a voice of joy, the monk pulled something out of the true remains.

(Plants?)

of the bloody in the hands of the monk. It looked like a plant root in the eyes of the dog owner.

"So I interrupted you. Was that your daughter's boyfriend? I'm sorry for what I did. But I'm still young, and I'm sure we'll meet again. Cuckoo."

In an out of place bright voice and expression, the monk put something like a bloody root in his monk's coat and left the room loosely.

(What the hell was that? It's a story I don't understand. Boulders are real. boring)

The dog owner was throwing up without speaking to him while he saw the back of the Keiko crying over the first carcass.

Jan 29 at 21: 09

Ansheng Kehiko "Anjinkatsuko" has had a full day.

Dark memories and wounds of the past are still dragging, but if you are still asked if you are happy now, I can answer that you are happy.

It put my mind through it, buddy - the Destiny Community. Three younger boys named Sandcastle Lai Dream "Tablespoons". Being with him is Kehiko's greatest happiness.

When I say boy, I have no gender in my dreams. Neither function as a man nor as a woman was born equipped for its flesh.

Kehiko thinks that his feelings toward coming to dream will surely be separate from his romantic emotions. It may be love in the broad sense, but it is a deep and strong bond that cannot appear in words easily.

If there are no more dreams coming from my side, it must be immeasurable despair, darkness and the end. If you want to borrow the language of your coming dreams, it will be empty. If that happens, I'm going to kill myself promptly.

There's nothing left to do in a world without dreams.

"Brother Kehiko, what are you talking about now? I've tasted the world without you for a year."

But when I dreamed about it, my dreams swept away.

"But I know how you feel. Me, too, because after Brother Kehiko disappeared, everything in this world got better, I didn't feel like doing anything, and I've been pulling myself into the house forever."

A dream that reminds me of what happened before the current environment.

Kehiko murdered his own parents and walked quietly all over Japan for a year. The coming dream became unbearable to the disappearance of Kahiko, and it pulled off.

"When my uncle led me out of the house and started moving, the world changed a little bit. Brother Kehiko could see him, and" The Devil "never came. My head stopped failing."

Kehiko hears that a demon is a coming dream driven by the urge to die from time to time. Or even the urge to do something disastrous.

"Speaking of which, besides dreaming, there were other people who used the expression demon."

"Huh? Someone I know?

A dream to learn to be interested in the story of Kehiko.

"No, when I was walking through the city, someone was screaming about that. You think I'm going to pay the devil because he's possessed by the devil? My grandfather dressed as a bumpy boy."

"Were you screaming in the city? Did you get too much dullness and your head malfunctioned?

I listened and imagined, and the coming dream smiled.

"I'm touching you... it didn't look like it. I was around, and I was wondering if it looked like some kind of suspicious emerging religion."

"Hmm."

At that time, I heard from Kehiko that the dream was a sign later.

Jan 1 at 18: 00

The name of the beggar boy is Denden-jingsai.

He now watched the sunset blurry as he fell asleep in scattered garbage.

"The world is... really beautiful... Cuckoo... Ho ho ho!

He whines in a plundering voice and is forced to laugh. Immediately after laughing, I cough hard.

How long has it been since my body became unusually thin and miserable with only bones and skins? How long has it been since I started throwing up blood with the cough?

"Are you 60 years old? It's quick, but the separation is good. Yeah......"

Looking up at the red-stained sky and narrowing his eyes, Jingsai recalls many of the events that have taken place in his previous life.

"It was a good life. But......"

I still want to live, I don't think in my voice.

A lot happened, I knocked on the Buddha Gate fine, but a lot more from there, every day I ended up with a beggar boy and outgrew hunger in a pot. And he breaks his body, and now he enjoys his final hours sleeping in big letters on a pile of illegally dumped garbage, in the hills outside of Euthanasia City.

"Oops... I forgot. He said he took it at the end of the day."

Remove the 170-yen cup of liquor from your nose, open the lid and put it on your mouth.

"Cuckoo, really delicious. This is the best booze I've ever had in my life. Best wine ever. A cup in front of the other shore. Would such luxury be fulfilled?"

It was then that he spoke with a tranced look and was seen in the sunset.

"Are you sure? Can I just die like that?

There were those who spoke from afar to Jingsai. But Jinjingsai wasn't even very surprised. That's what I took when you finally picked me up.

"It's a mean welcome. People are soaking up good feelings because of this."

"Not picking you up"

The voice, which I seriously denied, was heard right in my ear, so my eyes go reflexively. And he was near his face. Seeing that, Jingsai was surprised.

It was a dwarf at first sight. It was a creature like a mixture of man and plant. From his head he had a bright red flower, from his back he had grown two leaves like wings, and the tip of his leg like a root.

"You mean it differently, don't you? I can tell. I regret my life. I want to start over. I still want to live. I just want to force it to end in an enlightened breeze."

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock."

To the dwarf's point, Jingsai smiles sincerely.

"Be one with me and I can make you what you want. I can nurture your body and your obsession with raw, and blossom nascent flowers."

"Beggar boy, be tempted by demons in the moment -? Let's do that again, too. Awkward monks will be immature and deceased. And what's your Lord's name?

"There are no names. But as a race, this is what some call it. Arlaune."

In response to Jingsai's question, it was answered with a voice that sounded inorganic.