Junko, with Jiro Hot, returned to the Yukooka Institute once.
"Crab milk hemp batter was the worst of the s buildings, again in a different way than Haruman Miyamoto. Unlike Miyamoto, which can be called a lump of malice, crab milk is a lump of madness. The spirit is eroded by the use of drugs over the years, which also obscures the distinction between reality and fiction. Then action is impulsive and destructive."
Hot Jiro talks about an S-building subject who is on the run and on the run. Jiro Hot also remembers because it was particularly dangerous among the s buildings full of dangerous people.
"What's worse than that is that the ability of crab milk is linked to its crazy head. The image in my head materializes into reality as it is. Even crab milk has absolutely no control over that. Suddenly it runs wild. Once we ran off, we had a hard time holding him back."
"Were you usually managed with sedatives or sleeping pills?
"Exactly. But sometimes they stopped working, so I had to imprison them after I drugged them. Another effective way to prevent the image from rumbling was to completely extinguish light from her. When you run wild, darken the room. That would make me grow up after a while"
Hot Jiro talking with a worried face.
"There were voices that told me to dispose of it because it was dangerous, but because the ability of crab milk and hemp batters was very appealing in itself. As for the incompetence, it is out of the group. It's worth the research. I kept it because I thought I might be able to make the most of it one day, maybe do research as well. Hopefully...... I also felt like saving you. The reason she became that was really terrible. Not as good as I am."
The area overlapping the hemp batter and myself was some heat jiro.
"I see. Are you saying there was something like a slice of that medicine on the move this time?
"I think so. It was the worst time."
"So is Tsugumi, but I wonder if the power to keep the image in your head out is difficult to control. And... I wonder if it's a hard ability to budge for a regular person. I've lived a long time, but I haven't seen many of those capable people, and it's only recently that I keep seeing you."
Junko wonders if this is also a time of great convergence, even though the ability to live for a thousand years and worship many people of the same lineage in a short period of time is something he has never seen before.
"What's that tugmi?
"I'll send you Tugumi's case later because it's all in the report. You should see it in your spare time."
"Thanks"
"Let's just say thank you."
"Ah, stay thankful..."
Smile - but do as Hot Jiro says, pulling a little, to push Junko like pressure to say yes or no.
"Detective Panda contacted me and asked me to make my way, but even Detective Panda, I wonder if this is a heavy load. I don't know if we'll make it, but let's go."
"Oh, yes."
Junko stood up and urged him, so while he was a little anxious inside, Hot Jiro responded.
In a space where there was nothing, they materialized one after the other.
It was the unfaced men who showed up. Fat men, saggy skin men full of stains, chest men like galloping laundry boards, hairy twitches, they're all ugly naked. And all the rounded genitals are erect. From the center of his face, which had no eyes, nose or mouth, half the tip direction of the syringe was popping out.
The passers-by get stiff about the appearance of the ugly Phantoms.
Phantoms dash at passers-by in unison.
Screaming occurs there. Phantoms and others jump up at passers-by, diving from their faces and stabbing passers-by with syringes grown from their faces.
The passers-by escape, but the Phantoms clearly have faster legs. It moves beyond human capabilities. He was quickly caught up and stabbed with a needle.
The stabbed passers-by were fast and strange. He who leads to the spot without his eyes, half-open his mouth. Some drool, and others jump with strange voices. Suddenly they take off their clothes and attack the opposite sex, and there are many of them who boob in the middle of their actions.
"Hahaha, shabu-shabu parties will be fun - eh! The rotten commoners are making fun of us, but if they get shaved up, they'll be exposed to the same ugliness as us. Stupid round! All humans are like this! Hahahahahaha!
Seeing passers-by get stabbed with injections by Phantoms and lose their sanity, hemp hitters laugh.
The Phantoms weren't the only ones who showed up.
When I wonder if the triangle trojan horse has appeared, the real horse greetingly rings and runs around, slamming the roots of the insane passers-by, cleverly throwing them against his own back. Several black bands of restraint jump out from under the Trojan horse and wind up on passers-by on the back of the Trojan horse. When is there a hammered shackle at the tip of his leg?
A six-armed Phantom, with no head from the neck to the top and countless ropes growing from the neck, rushes around, catches the injected passers-by and ties them up tightly and handily with ropes growing from his neck.
A woman, wrapped in a full-body leather suit and covered to her face, approaches a bound passerby or a passerby who cannot move from the beginning. From the wrist of a woman is not the hand of a man. The hand part is deformed into an adult toy. They mock passers-by who don't move with their deformed hands.
"Hahahahaha! Aha, aha! Fun no no no! haha... help me..."
At the heart of the turmoil that takes place on the public highway, the hemp batter, who had laughed until then, suddenly cried and fell on his knees.
"Somebody help me... help me... Somebody help me..."
With a crying face, the hemp batter repeats the same dialogue.
"What a mess."
Stepping into that realm, which became a kinky space, the man murmured with anger and shuddering.
When the hemp batter raised his face, a soothing, body-shaped panda in a suit was royal. Needless to say, it's Detective Panda.
"Panda......? I don't remember calling you a panda. You look like a panda. Welcome?
He looks up at Detective Panda, who shows up in front of him, and the hemp batter squeaks like a rumor.
"I don't care about pandas, I don't care about reapers, help me..."
"Death penalty for flagrant obscenity! Pandadeca Purnch!"
To the soaring hemp batter, Detective Panda struck an unforgiving blow, but in a space where there was nothing, wrapped almost entirely in black leather, including his head, rounded out only locally, and an obese man with his arms restrained appeared, breaking between the hemp batter and Detective Panda and receiving Detective Panda's fist instead of the hemp batter.
"What..."
Stunning Detective Panda. I remembered the threat to the fact that the product of an image that suddenly came out boiling in space prevented my attacks.
"Muggle!?
A headless Phantom, who has grown countless ropes from his neck, appears, tying Detective Panda tightly from behind.
"Let it!
Detective Panda tries to cut off the rope of the headless Phantom by force, but the rope is not even frightening.
It is tied up with a small hand tie, and the arms are combined on the back and tied up. Plus his ankles were tied up before his legs were raised in the direction of his back, his wrist rope and ankle rope were joined, dressed as shrimp, and Detective Panda was rolled down the road.
"Mmmm... I didn't know Detective Panda would be sealed up like this... what a disgrace... This must not be said no."
Detective Panda groans as she is rolled down the road and looks at the asphalt at close range horizontally.
"Mm... what are you doing...?
Behind Detective Panda, a Phantom whose hand has become an adult toy is crouching. Detective Panda felt it with signs, but there was nothing he could do.
"Whoa, whoa!
For the first shock of his life, Detective Panda screams.
"Somebody... help me..."
In the center of the passers-by freaked out by the injection Phantom and the other Phantoms who flaunted it, the hemp batter kept coming and repeating the same dialogue with his vain face.
When three people got off the masked patrol car: Umezu Kwangjue, Kasugo Takeda, and Mitsuo Sakurai, there was a very distressing sight there.
"Wow... what is this..."
"Wow... it's an orgy party in the middle of the road"
"Ugh... as a dowtader, it's a poisonous sight for my eyes..."
Kaori, Umezu, and Mitsuo each roar. Kwangman is already dressed as a virgin warrior dowtader.
Detective Banda's been hit, too.
While he's tied up and falling, a light man screams, pointing to Detective Panda being blamed by a Phantom from behind.
"Whoa, whoa!
Detective Panda roared and kicked the Phantom in the rear with his free feet. He remained tied up and blamed for a few minutes, but Detective Banda hadn't given up in the meantime. I finally pulled the rope off and untied it.
"I will never forgive Detective Panda for this humiliation."
Detective Panda stares at the vain faceted hemp punch that remains.
"Mr. Takeda...... Something about that guy... I feel a wave of great sadness"
"You do have a gloomy face. I've seen that all the time."
Look at the hemp punch, says Kwangman and Kaori.
"Detective Panda saw that this mess of landscape was showing up in this woman's head. And when it's this woman's ability to punch the mess in her head into reality, Detective Panda concludes,"
I had heard some information from Junko about his ability to hemp punch, so Detective Panda didn't understand that much without knowing anything, but I could tell who his ability was anyway.
"Leaving this woman alone, the damage spreads even further. Just kill him. Stay out of my way."
"Oh no, will the panda do it? Then let it go."
Umezu said in a sarcastic voice to Detective Panda, who speaks out in an angry voice. Both are the subject of arrest for the police. Crushing each other is a convenient development.
"What are you... what are you...?
A slightly sane hemp batter looks at Detective Panda and the three Detectives in the Backstreet Division and asks.
"You don't know? Detective Panda, the hero of justice."
"He's a righteous hero, a virgin warrior dowtaider!
When Detective Panda named him, the light man named him, trying to stick together, and even decided to pose.
"I don't need two heroes. No need for faux or anything. No need for jokes."
Detective Banda, disturbed, stares at Kwangman and says clearly.
"Oh, I'm doing it."
"What, that black kid?"
There came Ryujiro and Akiichi. There is no such thing as Yu. I'm supposed to be here a little late.
"Are you kidding me! I'm gonna drag you into cherry space!
"Hey fool, don't. That involves allies, too. I mean, I wish I could let them fight with me..."
Umezu put a stop to it, but Mitsuo doesn't mind activating his abilities.
Umezu's power falls off and collapses on the spot. Hemp fighters can no longer sustain their image, and the Phantoms who were there disappear simultaneously.
"Yes!? Nothing but Mr. Umezu and Target!?
The light man gives a surprise voice. It works well for passers-by, but since they are all falling or falling out, I don't see the difference in effect.
"Is it just the ability of those two to fall and be okay with the rest due to conditions?
Sharp Ichi speaks the question.
"I kind of figured it out - His name is Virgin Warrior Dowteider, and that means cherry space."
"Oh, you know what? If you say so much, I'll know too."
When I heard Ryujiro's words, I understood Kenichi too.
"The only one who can call this invincible ability ineffective is my comrade. Target's sealed, so we'll do something about this panda detective later."
Kaori, Akiichi and Ryujiro turn to Detective Panda, as he responds to the words of Kwangman.
"Help...... I... no more... I don't like it... I hate that it exists... Somebody... help me... help me... it's painful..."
A hemp batter falling into depression begs for help in a blurred voice. I was wondering if that voice had reached anyone.