Closed his eyes, in desperate prayer, Hot Jiro suddenly realized. My thoughts don't extend to Theodore.
I'm sure Theodore admires a man named Mario. I guess I've become quite fond of it. I had a wavelength right with Theodore myself, but if he asks me if I want to save him enough to risk my life, I hesitate.
(But you're risking your life right now, aren't you? I'm a Friedman mouse built for this time, too, aren't I? If so......!
I seal and pray indifferently, trying to crush the reason of the enlightened status quo with reason from a different perspective.
(Theodore, you're not doing well, are you? Don't you need my help, too? Then reach out. You have a lot of allies, and I'm one of them)
Spin and complain in your heart about a crunchy, very unspoken dialogue if you are normal.
"Oh... Hot Jiro?"
Theodore's voice did sound, so Hot Jiro opened his eyes as a haze.
Hot Jiro had already left the phantom. In front of me is the spirit of Theodore and Mario. There are a large group of spirits and images around, and images of pure and true and true children fighting, but there seems to be one dimension uneven from where they or Theodore are, and they seem completely unrecognized. Their flesh and their spiritual bodies slip through.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm glad Theodore pulled me back here, but something's going on."
Mario, floating next to Theodore, said with a smile on his face.
"Besides, I even called in the weirdos, and they're in big trouble. I was having trouble trying to do something about it."
Theodore looks at Jiro Hot and smiles.
"I don't know if I can handle it..."
"Here, I guess that's why you're here. Something about being weak here or something. I thought we were glad Jiro Hot came."
Theodore drops his shoulder when he sees Hot Jiro, who will face anxiety.
"Hmm... how do I..."
Hot Jiro twisting his head.
"Eh... I could come here because I prayed so hard. Even Theodore would, wouldn't he? No, I guess I even called. The two of us here, no... let's hope hard for the three of us who let Mario in too"
"Okay."
Copy that, sir.
Theodore and Mario nod to Hot Jiro's suggestion, and the three of us desperately pray for a return and a sedation of the situation.
But nothing has changed.
"No... What's wrong with that?
Theodore puts his hand on his mouth and thinks.
"Let's go back to the basics and think about it. Me and Theodore as dependent children connecting this world to the afterlife - well, I can tell you that it was developed as a living device. A strong desire to step into the world of death was a trigger to fulfill its function. But - we probably failed. No, Friedman failed. It's not connected to the afterlife, it's just connected to the narrow space in front of it, between the afterlife and the world. Still, Mario could have helped..."
Hot Jiro puts it in his mouth and sorts out the situation.
(I don't know... I don't know... What am I supposed to do? Are you sure you can converge this on us? Maybe you can't just open the door and close it? Even Friedman didn't have any certainty in the first place)
While I was desperately conceiving, there was a tragedy in front of the Hot Jiro and the others.
One dimensional uneven normal space - in this world, the demon of the image threw a spear, and the spear pierced Friedman's abdomen.
"Professor Friedman!
"Oh no..."
Theodore screams, Hot Jiro groans.
(What are those images in the first place? Sounds like something similar to that of the Tsuko... Unlike spirits, they materialize as matter)
Seeing the sight of the image attacking Friedman, such a question comes to mind in Hot Jiro's head.
Number two is desperately in charge of Friedman's body, trying to escape. This is a life-threatening act if you try to use your abilities too much already and your health is limited number two. If no other human goes for cover, even number two is in danger.
And the Hot Jiro and the others saw. There's a ghost approaching No. 2 and Friedman, the sight of him shaking up a gold bar.
"Danger! Somebody!
"Oh."
Shortly after Theodore screams, the tiger shows up and jumps at the ghost.
(I heard that tiger... has an image but a self and a soul. I mean... whatever the body is, whatever the organism, from the laws of the spiritual world, it's just like us. But the other images... it's not life, it's not the spirit that keeps boiling infinitely...)
I'm about to find out something very important. Hot Jiro circles his head at high speed.
(Can't you just open the door and close it? One way, one way kip. We used that one-way kip to go one step ahead of the road, so it connected us to a strange realm? No... no. Friedman's prospect came off because he hasn't been there before. I couldn't do it from the beginning, so I stayed in the realm along the way. I mean, we're not in a realm where we can't get back into the world yet. But I've come to a strange place between death and life. Why is that?
Seeing the Dead Minister's dark Friedman, Fujiro Hot came to mind.
(I can clearly see him about to die. Spirit souls are out. I can go to the world he wanted to know about. Death comes to everyone. The right to die…)
Thinking that far, Hot Jiro flashed.
"Ok...... I understand."
Looking ahead to Theodore, Hot Jiro speaks.
"I also found out why death is absolute and once the soul goes to the underworld, it can't be undone. If you die, you'll never come back to life. That's why I can't even connect the rest of the world. Assuming we have connected the world to the afterlife, the dependent child, who is supposed to act as the door, will also go to the world of death at that moment. I use a one-way kip. There's a contradiction there. Neither death nor life is the law. It's a soul right. That's what I was promised. rights that should only be exercisable by one or the other. We are now in a place like this because we have stepped into the paradox of simultaneous use of that right. I attracted something like this. And... we may be a failure for Friedman, but we have only one great power. It is a clear exercise of that right while in this world against the world's original and main eternity. If you're going to pray - if you're going to sue, you're going to have to present your soul and sue the eternity."
"The original of the world, the main thing of the world... the afterlife?
In this phase, there should be something more important apart, but it was the words that caught Theodore most.
"It's like giving your name, address and ID at the bureau and going through the process."
"That's it"
Mario pinched his mouth, and Hot Jiro grinned and nodded.
"Theodore has halfway exercised the power of that right, so he's connected to a place like this. Let's go to the afterlife properly and sue the afterlife consciously. He wants to go back to the original world. He wants it back. He wants to live because he still has the right to life. I think you can hear me. They're trying to kill us and save us, and they're trying to get us to agents in the underworld."
"Wow, okay..."
I did not believe in Hot Jiro's theory from my head, but Theodore believed in Hot Jiro, clearly defining who to pray for, and calling desperately for both hands together.
The spirits and images that were overflowing swept away like lies.
(Eh... the house is a mess)
My son sighs. More than half the mansion has been destroyed, and it seems tragic. But he cared about the dying Friedman and never uttered the word.
"It's my fault... About Grandpa... I thought I helped and I was going to do that, and if I was relieved and distracted there..."
On the side of the bedridden Friedman, crying and repentant number two.
"Not because of you...... not. Hehehe... if you think it's all hateful, you have a little something cute..."
Friedman laughs when he sees No. 2 tears and a face full of snot.
"You're right, Professor Miyazaki. I was... a heartfelt fool. I've always been... lost in blood. My life... has always been... lost. But I'm glad I understood that at the end of the day... I'm glad I didn't die a fool."
Friedman talks in a plundering voice as he looks up at those who peek into his fallen self.
"At the end of the day... right. Mika, can I hear your raw song? Hello, I want to hear about a bright future..."
"Ok......"
Mika sang out in front of everyone, not saying no, due to the fact that it was the request of the dying and the hindsight of her failure to protect her client. I don't think it's very dedicated to the dead. Song of lyrics.
Hot Jiro and Theodore lean back to Friedman's left and right, respectively, holding each Friedman's wrinkle-filled hand with two small hands.
(That's the other way around. I can't believe angels are holding hands and dropping me off in this world instead of holding hands and carrying me to eternity...)
Friedman, who is embarrassed and happy to be able to send such an end.
(In this commotion, I wondered if I could control you, etc... I'm ashamed of myself for thinking about that)
First, he looks up at Theodore, and Friedman speaks silently.
(I remember giving you a heartless word. By now... I regret saying terrible things. I'm sure you would... be much better than me... you could be a Mad Scientist...)
Looking up at Hot Jiro, Friedman realized that his consciousness rapidly fell to the bottom of the darkness as he spoke in his heart without speaking to him. Even though I was opening my eyes, it got dark in front of me.
Hot Jiro gently closes the old man's eyes.
"Mm-hmm. Peaceful death face. Isn't that a good end?"
Misaki put a glass of wine in front of his face and prayed silently.
(beside you, I couldn't help you with your dreams... When I asked what kind of dream it was, I wasn't even willing to)
With that in mind, Hot Jiro lets go.
"What's the human face when you die... you're like this"
Theodore squeaks.
"I... I had killed people, and at that time, I didn't see a dead face. My head has been ruined... But..."
"You don't have to remember that."
Mario, still asleep, only raised his head and controlled Theodore's words.
(Oh man. Before Professor Friedman died, I thought I'd just put my brain on temporary death and take it out and bring it back to the lab, but it wasn't that atmosphere anymore.)
A little further away, he was Junko, who was sneaking around thinking about that.