Detective Panda looks back again at how he did that on his way back to the house where he was well taken to the hot sea.
I thought it was very quick to tie it down with fear, such as people's hearts. I didn't doubt it was the most sensible and the best means of making society work properly.
Once upon a time, when he was bullied, when he hurt the bullies in reverse and planted a feeling of fear in them, the idea hardened in him. Fear from violence silences people. Hold evil in. That this is the best way to enforce justice. That's why all the bad guys have to be killed without question. And to keep people from running evil, I simply thought that the families of those who became evil should also be killed with joint responsibility. That doesn't create evil in the first place.
For a long time he regarded only reason: the heart of man. I didn't understand that my mind was what I perceived with my heart. So I could justify my murder lightly, and I have no guilt or dust for my actions. I don't doubt it.
But it's not like he didn't have a heart either. It wasn't like my heart didn't come into contact with anyone. With that money and water, the child who missed me - the time I was dealing with the hot sea good, was full. I was happy.
So I couldn't kill the good. And I woke up.
"Hey... that's Detective Panda, isn't it?
"What are the police doing... Leave me alone, you crazy murderer."
"Even the police can't catch you."
"You heard he was made psychic, too. Detective Panda wants to see us."
A conversation between a pair of men walking across the sidewalk across the driveway reaches Detective Panda's ear. It was a volume and distance that a regular person wouldn't hear, but it sounded like a well-eared panda detective.
Different people's eyes. The eyes of people looking at Detective Panda. We are all united in our eyes of terror. Some have anger and contempt.
"This is... the result of what Detective Panda did..."
Detective Panda groaning and nagging.
"I thought at first it was awesome that psychic powers were proven, and the average person could get them, but it just made a terrible world for a psychic to do whatever he wanted, didn't it?
"You can't stop the police if they don't have psychic powers either. Van Damme says he'll manage it with a grim penis or something, but I imagine it's just his mouth."
Detective Panda was annoyed by the conversation he continued to hear.
"We have to stop... Detective Panda stops. That's Detective Panda's atonement. That's what Detective Panda needs to do."
Detective Panda gripped her fist hard and raised her face with determination.
That day, once again, a Van Damme press conference took place. The meeting location is Grimm Penis Japan Branch Building.
"You all guessed at this time when I had a press conference about what I wanted to say, but it's best to put the life club under Grimm Penis control. With all those cases, there's no escape."
He was a vainly talkative van dam, cautious not to get his nose rough, but his voice bounced. It's the type of businessman who can't keep his emotions firmly within.
"But Mr. Van Damme...... Someone from your organization has recently filed a similar case."
As one of the reporters penetrated, Van Damme closed his eyes and grinned at his mouth, waving his index finger to show it.
"That was a plot by enemy forces to discredit my organization. The evidence is also up. I'm afraid modern science can't demonstrate it, though. And that enemy force, sadly, is also connected to the Enlightenment."
Some of the reporters were laughing at Van Damme, who said it was soggy.
"It's not just the Enjoyment Club, there are those who are leaping behind it. It was those behind it who tried to stigmatize us. I know who it is, but I can't tell you right now. They have also been working hard with the police lately. They've already got their eyes on us from the country. And even though we are also a private organization, we can't just watch it in silence. Rather, it is we who must stand on the flag and fight. He who has power is destined to bleed first."
Van Damme suddenly engages in a solemn tone.
"Are you saying that all the ideas of the Enjoyment Society cannot be properly recognized?
No, it's not that extreme.
Vandamm denied the reporter's question.
"The very idea of the Enjoyment Society does not entirely deny it. Some parts are of interest. But I also have doubts. Some parts are totally unacceptable."
"Can you tell me specifically?
"Yes. I resist because the design of this world is terrible. That is the evolution of people. That's what the entertainment claims, isn't it? I understand that. I can agree. But what we face here - even if we try Grimm Penis - is what exactly do we do? Empower people at one end, and that's it? Gather the powerful. So what? We are also in the process of exploring it right now, but from there is the real deal, and it is only when we come up with it that we can say that we will be on the starting line. And we only have one, definite role to play. As a manager of power, it is our duty to act as suppressors of rampant power."
"So you can't walk with the Enjoyment Party?
"No. I believe that there are some paths where we can work hand in hand with Grimm Penis and Life Enjoyment Club to realize our ideals. They have too much freedom. That is irresponsible freedom. It must also be managed in a way that has great power. They should be under our control. You should be responsible. It's impossible to walk hand in hand without them acknowledging it."
If we don't finally get down to our own military gates, we won't admit the existence of our opponents - and that's what I'm saying, Van Damme, the reporters are flattered.
"What if the Enjoyment Society doesn't respond?
"That means walking with the evil behind them, and going down the path of being a terrible anti-social organization. If it is my hope, I would like you to take the path of light to the Enjoyment Society. So - if you're not going to walk with us, we're going to have to use force to make you obey. Let's get this straight. It's war."
In a word Van Damme uttered, many breathed, both reporters and those who were mayors live.
"Can a private organization declare such a thing in public!?
"It's fine. I sincerely hope that the governments of this country, even if they cannot say anything on the face of it, will move that way. Even if we deny it on the surface, we should never seriously stop our movement. Sure, we're a civilian organization, but if it's interpersonal combat, we already have a lot more force than a bad state."
In response to a reporter's question, Van Damme said he was arrogant.
"This is the branch of your destiny and the watershed of the world's currents, Kumi Hangato, the patriarch of the Church of Life, right? In some cases, it could be an uninterrupted paradigm shift, more than the demonstration of the spirit, underworld and reincarnation a decade ago. Or maybe nothing will happen. It all depends on your actions, your choices, right?
spreading a hateful grin towards the camera, Van Damme inquired.
(The concerted route due to non-interference is left as a dropping point, and there will be no such thing. Even if you take a confrontational route at first, if they blame you like this, it will be harder to take it to a collaborative relationship)
Kumi was stunned when he saw Van Damme's press conference in real time.
"It's a terrible provocation..."
Sa Chest, who was watching TV in the same room, says grumpy. Anna is in the same room. There is no Constitution III. The press conference is already over.
"To some extent, it's as expected. But I didn't expect you to nominate me so blatantly."
Kumi says, but the word as expected was a lie. There was an open conversation earlier, so I didn't expect you to slap me so blatantly.
(Well, you just didn't give me Arlaune's name. Better)
I think so, Kumi exhales.
"Second raffle, very few entries."
Anna tells as she stares at the holographic display projected in front of her face.
"We're all busy with everyday life, and I'm sure everyone doesn't want that. Doesn't that mean whoever wants it came at the first raffle of sorts?
"Or half-heartedly, or not at all."
Shortly after Sachi and Kumi say it, Kumi gets a call. The opponent was Van Dam.
"Quick."
"Based on that dialogue, the press conference seems to have been viewed."
Vandamm says with a laugh.
"Why don't we discuss this again? It's not an open conversation. It's just a meeting. However, this time, Junko Yukioka should not be brought."
"Not just Junko, I'll take the escort, okay? It's a good situation to see that the danger has increased dramatically since the last time. And it's a meeting place, but I refuse to do it in the Grimm Penisville, which can be called your belly."
"So you're willing to respond."
Hearing Kumi's answer, Van Damme pushes.
Kumi thought so here.
(Was Van Damme lying because it was an open conversation? All those words were lies from the beginning? You were expecting this to happen, and you were gonna take us in?
While in doubt, Kumi told him to "respond," make the date and time arrangements, and then hang up with Vandamm.
Soon afterwards, Kumi calls Junko.
"I'm going to have another meeting with Van Damme. Ask for an escort. Junko himself will never come."
'Yeah, okay. Luca, I'm sending you. "
I don't even ask for details, Junko just admits it.
(That's when I said I believed in Junko, and that was for real. But... now Junko deserves to be fulfilled and believed? Even though I'm in a hard situation for a long time, there's no sign that you can seriously help me)
Kumi is beginning to have doubts about Junko. Doubts that were slight at first. However, due to the passage of time and changing circumstances, it was swelling slightly.
"I choose the path to fight Van Damme. But... depending on how it goes..."
In front of Sa Chest and Anna, Kumi told her in stray troubles.
"Betray Junko on the way, and think there can be a change of direction on the road with Van Damme."