Zhou and Hiromi drew several of their men to visit the Yukooka Institute and met Junko. My men put him on standby outside Candoville and enter the lab with just two people, Zhou and Hakufumi.
"Is Zhou, the boss, going to be the experimental bench?
"No, they say Hiroshi will do it...... I don't feel comfortable."
Asked by Junko, Zhou replied with a modest voice as he twitched.
"My boss is not trusted by any of his men, so it's disturbing to have him come to a high-risk experiment and gain too much power with it. Before that, I had my men voluntarily become experimental benches, not orders at the moment, but there were no more candidates, and I was wondering if I had to do it."
As usual, the poison was mixed, but still, Zhou was struck hard by this dialogue in Hiroshi.
"Stay. I hate it so much, but me too... I'll do it. Hiroshi is a community of destiny. You can't just put this guy in danger's eye... we can't."
Zhou is famous for his fear-trembling voice.
But Hirofumi looks at such a circumference with a chilled eye.
"It's also possible that Hiromi succeeded and Zhou failed and became a monster and ran wild."
"Oh, I'll stop then. Hirofumi, Cancer Ba-"
"Yes, sir."
It was an erudite reading that Junko stabbed me with a nail, a circumference that would smash my back lightly and probably would.
Law I visited the immigrant Azit again with Marcella, but unlike the last time, only one person in law had been passed into Marcella's private room.
(In other words, I wonder if this also means that there is such a development. Although the odds seem high)
Law One softens, but becomes really conscious.
"Why Zarigani..."
There was a huge tank in the room, and there were tons of crabs in it, so Law One gives a surprising voice.
"I like crabs. It may be an incredible story, but I was saved by a crab once. I've been an Okini ever since."
Marcella laughs slightly when she looks inside the tank.
"I already know you got here on the back street. I'm sure Zhou will be horny right now."
In the seat across the street from Law One is Marcella, who is in a good mood while browsing the internet.
"Even though there's an Ondrey over there?
"I know Zhou very well. He seems like Ming Root, he's actually a coward and worried. If you have a little anxiety, you can still pull back."
Turning to Law One, Marcella said with a mockery.
"That's the kind of guy you get to boss a lot."
"The adjacent erudite is like a practically boss. I wish he could take the boss's seat, but he won't for some reason. Zhou stands on his arm, but when Hakufumi is gone, the Chinese will surely perish with it."
"It would be too much to underestimate..."
I really couldn't believe the story of Marcella in Law One. Sure, that guy named Zhou looked stupid, but if he's really just an idiot, he's not just an immigrant, he's going to be rebelled by the Chinese, or something that's going to cut him off lightly when the immigrants rebel. Laws One sees that the absence of such a thing is also properly suited as a boss.
"Again, I know Zhou better than anyone. I even know the taste of that guy's ass hole. I can see what that man thinks."
"When you know what an ass hole tastes like, is that what you know all the way to your head?
Lawichi hits a cold gaze at Marcella, who mumbles and says:
Marcella calms her anger and turns to her in embarrassment.
"Hehe... women are stupid creatures. Sometimes I say things I don't have to say."
"That's the same for men, and I don't know if they have a relationship."
"Really? I thought it was just a woman. Well, I guess that means I'm the only fool."
"The idiocy of a woman is where she gets mean to crap like she is right now. That's not just for you. Even an argument you can't win will never pull off, eat down, and end up bending Heso or slandering his opponent's personality. If that's what you mean, you did say something you didn't have to say."
Remembering childhood tampering, Fayi talks while feeling down.
And for mouthing this, I thought that Marcella might be crowned again, but that can also be said to be convenient for Law One. If possible, Marcella better hate me.
"That's how they say it... right. I wonder if a mean god made me as a disgusting creature...... Sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?
Marcella, by the way, withdrew slightly and even made an apology.
(This guy... isn't she a good woman? No, she's a good woman)
With that in mind, Law One feels palpitations get faster.
"Hey...... Me, stink?
Remembering the words truly said, Marcella asks hesitantly. I felt that I might feel the same way because Law One has a similar nature to True anyway.
"Don't smell it. But - I don't know much about perfume, but it doesn't smell bad. I don't hate it."
Law One answers Marcella's abrupt question with a true face.
"Heh heh... well. I'm relieved you didn't say the same thing about that shit-starving ghost."
Marcella laughing at the garlic. The smile also looks terribly cute in the eyes of Law One.
"Damn, to that shit-hungry dialogue, I... am hurting like a little girl. I mean, it's been a long time. I'm hurt."
"What are you talking about..."
"He said something a little nasty. I've been so hurt since I was a little girl, I miss it."
Marcella, speaking, rises and moves to next to Law One. Law One dresses as calm as possible and maintains a poker face. The heartbeat is even faster.
Marcella reaches out to the jaw of the best of the law. But Law One grabbed Marcella's wrist and controlled Marcella's movements.
"If I'm going to kill you, you're doing a very bad thing right now. No one should think he's going to fall for the incense."
Intentionally speaking a hard voice, Law One was now going to show his willingness to reject Marcella's temptation.
Law One releases Marcella's hand, but Marcella does not try to leave next to Law One. I'm not in a bad mood. On the contrary, he grins slightly.
"Why don't you kill your enemies?
Marcella asks with a smile.
"It's not like I'm going to kill anyone. I don't care what you think, you should kill him. There's also an outer path in this world. Such a guy tries to kill. I've killed many people like that. It's my discretion and my prejudice to execute you without trial."
"Hmmm......"
Hearing the claims of Law One, Marcella thinks.
(Because my soul is full of shit too... will it be judged that killing is an outward path? It's been full of things that seem like it)
And Marcella remembers what she was truly told earlier. A woman like shit. It's a hit. I have certainly continued to do things that are all over the shit.
"Hmm, why are you trying not to kill me as much as possible?
"Nobody wants to die. It's better to keep him alive than to kill him. The same goes for your men. Should I have killed him?
"Well, thanks to them and me..."
It's normal on the front street, but unusual remarks on the back street. But Marcella had been struck in the chest by the dialogue of Law One.
(If I'd met this guy sooner, would he have been different from me now?
With that in mind, Marcella shrugged her eyes happily with her own cheeks over the first cheek of the law.
"Hey......"
Just pull it off. Don't show your feelings. Don't be tempted. Reason calls to this and to Law One, but Law One fails to follow it. Leaning on Marcella's soft meat and smooth skin feel.
"You... you're a good man"
Marcella whispers in her ear and breathes in.
"I'm the only guy you know who's not even Rokuro, right? For the first time in my life, I feel like I've finally met a good man. I was wondering if fiction was the only good guy."
(I can't swallow those words. Sorry)
Even if he answered that without speaking up, Law One held Marcella tight.
"Hey...... just once, I want to dream. For once, I want to be held by a good man. I've only fucked dirty men for the price of being a whore. I only know that kind of sex. That's the only purpose my body has ever had with a man. I've only offered to get something. I've opened my crotch just to get a night's warmth. Don't you want a woman like that? I knew a man would see that kind of woman, filthy? You do, too?
(I only want to see warm places. I want a kind world)
Listening to Marcella complaining in a sweet voice, the usual phrase follows behind the brain of Law One.
(Isn't there a lot of people who want the same thing? And yet, only in such a blood-scented world can we live with contradictions)
Since he was a little girl, Ohashi Law Ichi wanted a gentle world and only wanted to see warm places.
I don't know why that won't work. For some reason, it collapses. My parents immediately started a fight, and Law One trembles with threats of domestic violence. It was engraved as serious damage to the heart of the young Lawyer.
I wasn't always fighting. Unless it was switched on by some kind of detachment, it was a peaceful and peaceful home. It was a kind world. It was a warm place. Why shouldn't it have stayed that way forever? I don't know about Law One.
The first irrational curse by Law One was domestic violence, but as he grew, he knew that the world was an ugly, cold, cruel, irrational and overflowing substitute.
"What's going on? complexion, very bad..."
Marcella spoke to me, and Lawichi was annoyed.
"I was remembering a lot. Old bad things...... I was thinking."
"Did I say something wrong?
"Oh, you said it. But it's not your fault. Never mind."
"I care. You... you looked like you were gonna cry."
In response to Marcella's allegations, Law One spills a less self-inflicted grin of pity.
"Sorry...... go home"
Pushing Marcella gently, Law One stood up.
"I wonder if you wanted me to at least tell you what was bothering you. If you don't tell me, I can't be careful not to tell you this time. Besides, I want to know about you... as much as I can."
"Talking is... embarrassing, complicated, and longer"
Turn your back when you quietly tell Marcella, who says with an unceasing look and voice, with the most unceasing look of the law.
(When my emotions moved, it was going to get hard and I avoided it, but I should have slept about once... No, is it too late already?
Without trying to look back, without a goodbye greeting, Lawichi thinks about it as he rushes out of the room.
(That woman...... I don't just like the smell of perfume. The smell of that woman was much more exciting)
When I left Ajito, the thought of being attracted to my back hair scratched my chest, and at the same time my sexual excitement came to a strong boil by now.