Play with Mad Scientists!

Its eye-catching soft hat is ideal for avoiding the eyes and the sun.

Most humans hate rainy days. Many prefer a sunny day to cloudy. But not human, she prefers cloudy or rainy days to sunny.

There are words such as day walkers, but she wonders whether, fulfillingly and in reality, there are vampires and so on who evaporate in the sunlight. Then I can't walk at night. Because the light of the moon reflects the light of the sun. Or are you saying that when reflected on the moon, it will be of a different nature than the sun's light?

Actually, a lot of vampires hate sunlight. Because the skin's resistance to ultraviolet light is thinner than that of ordinary people. She thinks that perhaps people saw the scene of repelling the sun for those reasons and the story took the liberty of walking alone.

And she wonders if it was tied to the notion of a day walker, able to walk even in the light of the sun, out of the convenience of the author's side, that it's a lot of trouble to make vampires appear in fiction, which has the nature of only being able to walk at night.

She - Toriko Fujita, Mayor of Euthanasia City, is currently visiting Pharmaceutical Buddha City.

Kiriko, one of the operating members of the back street "Central", "The Thirteenth Staircase of Pleasure," and one who takes his name as the true ruler class of this country, does not want to be known that he is in such a place if possible. Just like Euthanasia City, the 'dark city' designated medicine Buddha City, where many backstreet residents live, can also have a bad effect if they are known to have people like themselves.

Kiriko stopped in front of a lonely store in a lonely downtown area. The sign says' Club Cat Mansion '.

Pressing the bell, an all-back long man appears on his brown skin, prompting him to shake his head and enter. He strokes his forehead quickly behind him with his index finger, dripping into a shaken detachment.

It's a disco lounge inside. But naturally it doesn't work as a disco. It's just appearance.

"Hey, Mayor."

There is a strange sounding voice, like old mechanical audio.

A white cat sits on the dance floor. Kiriko visited the place for this cat.

"It's been a while. Grass Dew Milk"

Say hello in a hard voice.

"During the Leviathan uproar - no, I need your help during the Van Dam raid -"

"Shitty foreboding and social dictionaries are irane. What can I do for you, Vogel?

Kiriko's words in a grumpy voice, white cat milk blocks them.

"Actually, it looks like Van Damme and I could do it again, but before that, I could grab the mouse you used to work with - the location of that vampire boy. Deal with it."

I don't like it.

Kiriko exhales heavily and changes the subject to milk that she refuses without a nibble.

"Virus purified from my blood. You seem to be out there everywhere."

'It's not my fault. The sea chihuahua is the work of both the manure and the sea chihuahua is almost unlike its members at the time. The boss at the time was screwed, and the majority of executives called warriors were replaced, so even for me -'

"I don't have any excuses. This is your fault. It's a big loan."

Now Kiriko blocked the milk story with a cold voice, took something out of his jacket pocket and offered it to the milk person.

'Shouldn't you have mailed it? Good luck taking the trouble to come and give it to me directly'

I see an object riding over Kiriko's palm, and the milk teases me.

"I wanted the analysis to go in front of me. And then you wanted to see the right result right in my eyes, and you took a leg. And to force my demands, but to make them listen. I can't help you on the phone."

"Instead of asking me to be so untrustworthy, I'd ask a nearby Otomodachi Junko - you know, vodka."

Milk, who is getting angry at Kiriko's story, utters a lightly cut and sinister voice.

"You're the one to blame, aren't you? I'll say it again. Grass dew milk. A symbiotic vampire has already embarked on a crusade for your mouse, Naoki Akamezawa: Akami-no-Yuki. Move, too. This is not a request. It's a request."

"Uh-oh..."

I refuse - and trying to yell at him with a spinal reflex, the milk flourished. Instead, he leaks his roaring voice with his flesh. The very sound of the cat being angry.

You can't overlook what Kiriko is offering.

"Milk, I know you don't like it, but you don't even need to shut up. Gudagda, I didn't say so. Take it."

An all-back long-lasting man - the viper tells in a grumpy voice.

Viper's gaze was poured on the object on Kiriko's palm.

"Please investigate this first. I've collected it directly from Naoki Akamezawa."

In Kiriko's palm was a small finger. severed from the second joint. From the size, it's not an adult finger.

'DNA tests will tell you in one shot. All mouse data is recorded. You won't have to test it like that. As far as I'm concerned, it just seems like him.'

Both the milk and the viper had guesses about whose finger it was.

"I received your request."

"The demands are on us at some point. You really want to give me an order. Damn, all the hub cunts... They don't bleed, they move all the residents in the back streets, and they're the shit they make."

"I don't want you to tell me that you made two mice to be designated 'taboos'."

'Whatever he is, Viper hasn't done as bad as he says. Just de-designate the taboo. Even though the standards of Megumi are vague, they are badly touched because they are obsessed with face like shit. It's a selfish idea on the institutional side. Sooner or later, like some country, it becomes a pattern of ridicule while being corrupt about maintaining decency, right?

When Kiriko annoyed and disputed, the milk had eaten more than twice as much in return.

Kiriko exhales, aware that she is barren even in a verbal fight with Milk.

"Excuse me. That was a buy word for a sell word. I agree with that. Unlock Viper taboo designation under my authority"

"You don't have to. You decide to treat people on your own, and you cancel them on your own? Don't make me laugh. Whatever you want, taboo."

In response to Kiriko's words, Viper says with plenty of ridicule. Vipers aren't making a good impression on the center either.

"Sister, I want to borrow your hand"

While Milk is receiving his fingers from Kiriko for inspection, Viper returns to his room to make a phone call and make a strange voice.

"When you ask me to give you a hand, it's always a pretty good thing."

Viper felt a little calm as she had a friendly laugh from across the receiver. I've known Viper since he was a kid, and he's one of the few elderly people that Viper opens his mind to.

Is that a request for 'O My Rape'? Or "Silver Storm Hall"?

Sylvia Tanshita, head of Silver Storm Hall, number two of the world's highest intelligence organization, Ouimylep, and an established escort organization, asks.

"Maybe both"

"Shh, shh. Well, let's talk about it."

Sylvia urged Viper to smile and answer.

That was yesterday's story.

What are your convenient abilities to kill people?

The smoothest way to get people killed is to not be noticed.

From his ability to become misty and transform, they are easy to swallow. In addition, he can generate fog.

Naoyuki Akamezawa "Akami-Yayuki" had maintained his appearance as a boy for nearly the past decade. If you are a child, many humans are alarmed. No one thinks that it's a killer who enjoys taking people's lives, or that it's a vampire who lives off people's blood.

But it can also be said that the very nature of Naoki has been projected into its appearance before in order to alarm the target.

"Ha, ha, help me..."

The OL was attacked by one boy with a knife on his way home from an unpopular residential neighborhood at night.

The boy was seriously going to kill himself no matter what he saw. He spreads an innocent grin all over his face and slowly turns to himself.

Feeling dangerous, OL quickly ran away, but was quickly caught up by the foolishness of running without taking off his high heels, getting his thighs deeply stabbed from behind and falling over.

I already screamed. I called for help out loud. But no one came. And now OL is shivering and begging for his life.

"There's no such thing as Japanese today. They're all ruthless. Especially Tokyo Mon. No one can help you, even if people are down on the road. I'm not involved. I'm just ignoring people."

OL reminds me that a bad-mouthed commentator, titled Professor of Criminal Psychology, talks while teasing round glasses. But his name doesn't come up.

"Oh, my legs are beautiful. Long. I'll touch it. Don't move."

When Naoki told him as he looked into OL's eyes, OL could no longer move his body of his own free will, even though he was trembling.

OL suspects he was hypnotized. Actually, you're right. Naoki is one of the abilities of a vampire to run simple hypnosis on less resistant humans.

"The thighs, even from above the stockings, are slippery. Skin and flesh are good. I made up my mind. I need you to stay here today."

Soon after OL questioned what you were going to have - the answer was clear. Naoki opened her mouth wide, peeled off her fangs, and bit OL's leg as hard as she could.

Surprisingly, there was no pain, on the contrary, it was filled with comfort. It irritates the pleasure nerves of the whole body immediately from where it is being bitten, making my head confused. Sexual irritation also occurs, the head gets hot, palpitations get severe, nipples get bulky, and the groin gets moist.

Fear was disappearing somewhere. While accepting the fact that he was sucking blood with considerable momentum, he was filled with gentle pleasure and dominated by a feeling of his mind wandering.

Blood sucking is a pure diet for vampires. Naoki also sucks blood to fill her belly, but in Naoki's case, that doesn't end there.

Vampires alone can't suck the blood of every human being or anything. Also, if vampires were killing people for bloodsucking behavior one way or the other, it would be hard to end it later, and they would seriously deal with it. I sneak in for that, and I don't even leave scars as much as I can. It doesn't even cause pain. Most vampires try to avoid killing each other with their own meals.

But Naoki is not. The person who sucks blood always takes his life as well.

Dehypnotize. OL's body was wrapped in pleasure, but at the same time the fear resurrected, the pleasure blew away somewhere.

The knife is wielded many times. Vampires have much more physical abilities than humans, so they can easily destroy the human body with their bare hands, even without the use of a knife or something. Then why use a knife is only a matter of Naoki's preference.

(Ah... I remember your name. Professor Maruizawa...)

In a fading consciousness, the last thing I thought about in my head crying was the name of the commentator.

"Oh, you're cute with your screaming and dying face. You haven't scored high in a long time. It's okay. You're not dead. You won't be sad because you'll live forever engraved in my memory."

When Naoki tells him with a bloody smile, he mouths softly on OL's bloody cheek.

The ability to wash back blood is gaining ground. Just in case, transform it into someone else's appearance before clearing the fog.

Why kill me when I don't have to? Why does the risk of murder go all the way to an act of conspiracy? That's for nothing but pure fun.

For a treat, you also get the pleasure of murder. That's all.

Even in Naoki's head, he hasn't grown much since he was a child, as he seemed. It's not that it's an intellectual disability, but its mind remains young and innocent, unaware of suppression. I don't blame my conscience. There is no conscience per se. I don't feel ethical. My conscience itself is missing, so I'm not indulging in bad deeds with joy. I'm not immersed in treacherous pleasure by committing the contraindication of murder. More innocently, it's the very feeling of a toddler killing bugs and playing, just killing people because they're funny.

Transforming and clearing the fog, a high-teen girl in sailor clothes stood in front of Naoki, staring at Naoki. The Japanese knife is carried in his hand. White and neat face, but very poor eyesight.

"Finally got there."

When the girl says in a sizzling voice, she pulls the knife out of her sheath.

"Whoa, it's your buddy. Oh, the human traitor vampire the manipulator Misako said."

A girl laughs when she hears Naoki's words.

"Hehe... in the minute I'm parasitic to human society - in the minute I was human if I followed the original, and I was mistaken for a superior race, and the lonely and the painful people who call me that in the shadows, they're running around like rats, hiding and threatening, and they're calling me that? This is not funny."

When she says it with disgust, the girl packs her time with Naoki all at once and waves her knife into a hanging.

Naoki is inevitable. Because I knew the girl I was going to slash was hallucinating.

The girl packs it all at once from the left side and waves the knife. Immediately after being caught by hallucinations and dodged, it was an attempt to ambush him, but he had been spotted, so he had no choice but to attack him as he was.

Now Naoki also avoids it. But inescapably, he cuts off his left hand and drops his index and middle fingers.

(I can't believe I can hurt you... This guy was a very sharp attack)

Naoki looks at the girl in surprise. I had a slight bad feeling about it.

"At a time like this...... eh"

Naoki takes something out of her right hand and throws it on the ground. The girl was bouncing off reflexively wondering if she had been attacked in any way. It was up on a wall on the side in a single flight.

Naoki threw it was dice. Pinzolo's eyes are out.

"Divination results suck. I have a bad feeling, and I'm leaving today"

Naoki makes a huge jump, takes the distance, and moves straight to the escape.

It was an unexpected behavior if I tried it on a girl. But...

"Dumb hungry ghost"

The girl didn't try to chase him, she mocked him and muttered. She didn't have to chase herself. Made the user chase the demon. I was also going to find out where Naoki's people were.

That was four days ago.