Sometimes, I get my thoughts back.
Much of the time, dominated by madness and resentment, cannot keep normal thoughts, etc. It's a state of passion.
When I regained my thought, I also realized that I had become such a being, and I was saddened. In the sane time allowed only for a short time, immersed in memories, trembling with slight joy and much sorrow and anger, eventually becoming a mass of resentment again.
"Kee!"
She screams. As if trying to connect and stop my sanity. As if you want someone to notice.
Why am I here? Where am I? All the things I can't understand when I think about it. But there are a few things I know. Most importantly, we intend to remain in the world until we clear our grudges.
And she met. With two nostalgic people I know well.
(Michi... Takashi... I'm almost there... maybe I can go that way...)
What kind of patrol it was at last, and what was inevitable by the guidance of fate, and in any case, the opportunity came for thoughts to be fulfilled.
"Kee!"
Scream again while your thoughts remain. She keeps screaming, even if she is most dominated by madness and resentment. I'm screaming pointlessly. But now the scream has a definite meaning.
It is a cry of joy and a cry of determination to the time of vengeance and liberation.
"It's just a tease."
The dog owner explained everything to Viper in the lobby.
Then show the viper what's in the giant cardboard. I hid it behind the bottom of the box.
"What are you going to do with this?
Seeing things like crap, Viper surprises me.
"I'm going to be a weapon. I was going to fight them with this."
"Is this the weapon?"
Whatever you think, it's crap, it doesn't look like a weapon, but Viper is convinced that it is because the dog owner says it out.
"I'll do the dirty work. Vipers can just escort us."
"I work with that escort, so that dialogue is weird."
"You did. Well, as the name of the hotel suggests, it's very helpful to have you here."
"Maslao is a word I don't usually use. I don't even know what it's like to be a hotel name."
"The Maslao Hotel is a homophobe, and I think I'd love to have a relationship like that."
"That statement is discriminatory, isn't it?
Tapping a light mouth, the two walk in the lobby. Precisely because the dog owner is roaming the lobby, the viper is just following.
"Don't be silly, it's discrimination to be aware of which is discrimination, and the guy who takes all that to consciousness is the racist, if you make me say so. I think LGBT is one personality, and I have no prejudicial eye. Of course I don't discriminate. It's discrimination that deals with that personality. What, as long as there's a guy in society who takes a twisted view, they'll continue to discriminate. Reason or emotion, I don't think of anything as just splitting it up as a personality, it's only being human like me that discrimination disappears"
"By that logic, I mean, I was a one-handed discriminator..."
When I was a child, from vipers who had become scattered immigrant discriminatory, there was something very unacceptable about dog breeders' claims, but even admitted that they made sense on the other hand.
"Don't be. Those who are aware of discrimination promote discrimination. If you call me gagger that I am a discriminated against person, I feel terrible from ordinary people, and it is normal for me to be smoked. Don't hate me, I can't tell you not to discriminate. Don't hate me, don't discriminate against me. You should hate him for that. I took the position of a weak man as a shield, because he's just a nasty guy."
"That's why you're telling me to shut up if I'm discriminated against?
Vipers learn to rebel at the reasoning the dog breeder went on to say.
"It means there's a degree. Is it unjustified discrimination that obviously hurts people, or do you treat it as discriminatory by complaining that what you don't think is discrimination hurts you on its own too? That's what I'm talking about, isn't it?
"I see, I'm sorry"
The dog keeper says in a gentle tone, and Viper apologizes as he pays for his forehead.
"Discrimination between hating and hating in the first place is also a different issue. According to some of you, dislike goes hand in hand with discrimination. My novels have been beaten up by such shitty people, so I hate the people in those hands so much that they throw up."
"It may be too much to slap, but I know what it's like to be a hater. Honestly, I don't really like your novel. Sometimes I write affirmatively about discrimination, but it's hard to read. Especially bad was the Immigration Discrimination Recommendation Committee."
The book Viper read was a novel dealing with the theme of immigration and discrimination, but as the drastic title suggests, it was a hell of a substitute for writing affirmatively without denying discrimination against immigrants.
The crime rate of immigrants is actually high. No one has the right to blame anyone for discriminating against them if they don't want to get involved in crime by involving immigrants. The contents of the forceful theory that it is to ensure one's own safety are supposedly affirmations of discrimination, a rather problematic book among the books written by dog breeders. And it was also a sold book.
Because Viper herself draws immigrant blood, from a scattered and unpleasant standpoint, I couldn't help but feel very sick reading it.
"That novel is half a joke, half serious. It's only natural that we shouldn't discriminate, but on the other hand, if we weigh discrimination and safety, people will probably choose safety. Whatever the accusations of the brain-garden guys, they start to discriminate flatly. That's why I was sarcastic. Those who do not discriminate between life and balance may be fine, but they have trouble defaulting on such an unruly good man."
"It's hard from someone in that position because that irony makes sense. So, how long have you been wandering around here?
Vipers surprise dog owners who never move from the lobby and wander around as if they were looking for something.
"My behavior is being monitored all the time with cameras all over it, so I'm going in as hurry as I can. You've overstepped the time limit."
"You mean if you go over the time limit and there are more assassins, you'll let me deal with it"
"The rules for more assassins have also become meaningless thanks to Viper's presence. They'll put together some countermeasures, too."
Saying, the dog keeper stops at the inside of the reception table and shows Viper the note he left behind.
"The next mission is... the conference room."
"I haven't read the blood-eye fruits and the dots, but what kind of flow is that?
"It will be the second half of the year, and it will be a dangerous mission. The first tutorial is the only one that just travels. So, I let him play death every time, but in the meantime, I think there's someone who wants me to meet him in turn. Maybe the guy with a grudge against me. Maybe we'll go up against them too."
The dog owner sees if they've prepared a stage like this for that fight.
Then they moved upstairs to the conference room. On the way around, the dog owner was looking around the room. I was exploring for signs that the Vandams, or their private soldiers, were not lurking.
(I knew you weren't in a place where it would be easy to understand...? But if you were to lurk, where? If I were you, I'd make a hidden room, or I'd make a hole in the room and move the base a little bit)
But if they do that, it's going to be very difficult to find the room you're lurking in. Besides, we have to look for it, not knowing what we're looking for. If you find out what you're exploring, it's almost impossible to storm the lurking room.
(Though, if you don't have to do that, you can come and make ends meet from the other side...)
After much thought, I arrived in the conference room. From the inside of the door, there are signs of people.
The dog owner was surprised when he opened the door and saw who was inside. It looks terribly like a well-known figure of a dog breeder. He's young, he's in a bit of a smart shape, he's got a different vibe and face, but he looks just like his face.
"Welcome...... It's a long time ago."
Staring at the dog breeder, Yaoshan Hese opens his mouth.
"You... are you kidding me, son of a liver cedar or something?
"That's right. Yao Shan, the cedar. They say they look a lot alike. I don't think the flavor is... maybe similar."
Yaoshan introduces himself to the astonished dog breeder.
"Father hatred..."
A dog keeper who remembers hindsight. His father's liver cedar willow meal was not like a reproach of conscience where he killed him, but when his body resented him, the dog owner also suffered from his conscience.
"My father divorced me when I was twelve and left the house. There's a guy who harasses me to the house, and that's why I often get into fights with my mother... But even after the divorce, you used to come and see me. I know what kind of person my father is. But as a working father, as a father, he was a very good father."
"Oh well. But no matter how good a father it is for you, a lot of what your father did was so shitty. Definitely going to hell by now."
Dog breeders scoffing and cursing, as if to anoint the inner hindsight.
"I guess so. But I want you to go to hell, too. You're a lot worse than my father."
With his true face, Yao Sun throws up.
"Sooner or later, you'll die. And I don't want to die in any way."
"Die now. It's a real mission from here. Before you suffer and die, the son of Hepatic Cedar Willow Meal came here to let you know that he resents you and participates in this revenge."
"Can I say that in grandeur? We're recording this conversation, right? Maybe even if I die, you could give it to Viper and have it all exposed."
……
He didn't even seem to have his head turned that the conversation was being recorded, and Yao Sun was losing his word. I can obviously see the color of agitation in my expression as well.
You look just like your father.
That's what I thought, dog breeder, but I felt too mean to say it that far, so I stopped talking about it. Even before that, I felt like I was making a sporadic and disgusting statement.
(But even if they look alike, it's like someone else. I generally know he's releasing a nasty aura, and he doesn't have to open his mouth. It also appears in person and in what it does. Of course you can. That liver cedar had them all over it, but my son didn't have any of them. I wonder if he grew up decent because as a father he was a good guy......)
Aware of that, he was a dog breeder of many complications.