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Mukashi, the rich have widened the gap because they want to be able to make more money and look down on the poor and be prestigious.

But as a result, the impoverishment of so many families that they could not provide for their families led to a stagnation in economic flows due to depopulation, and then a decline in the labour force, making Japan a poorer and poorer country.

So the rich manipulated politicians to bring massive numbers of immigrants into Japan. Affordable workforce - no, the rich people assumed that they purchased cheap slaves and at least that solved the shortage of workers.

But as a result, security in Japan becomes very poor, leading to the creation of something that goes backwards. That's not all bad, but immigrants are also now giving birth to second and third generations. Although we are Japanese nationals, the Japanese hate us and discriminate against us because we are mostly poor and because of Japan's insecurity.

It was some politicians and celebrities doing ideological business who saw us immigrants like that. Pretending to help the immigrants, he said, "You're a victim and a vulnerable person. Discrimination, no, absolutely! The victims and the discriminated against are absolutely just! I'm a weak person, so I won't allow you to slap me at all for doing anything, and no matter what evil you do, no matter what you do, no matter what you report that evil thing, just say a word online. Absolutely no damage!," he complained desperately, making the immigrants more and more hated. In the end, they're just making us stock, making money, taking votes and masturbating with self-satisfaction.

I am such an immigrant III. My name is Ricardo. The house is very poor.

"Chick, I want to kill the people who killed me and sent immigrants to this country for my own benefit."

At one point, I was fooled by a brother I knew called the chick man. The person is also an immigrant half, an immigrant III, and has lived in an immigrant cave all along. He was also the one who stuck his foot in the back street, and he was the brother at a glance around here.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't make sense either. They've all been killed for bringing in a large number of immigrants as a cheap workforce. They killed everyone, including my family. It seems to have been the largest major riot in Japan in this century. Politely, those who fled overseas were relegated to kill, persevered and killed."

The chick talks with a lonely laugh as she puts on an electronic cigarette.

"So the spearhead of vengeance... is only about the country we live in, built on sin, and the people who live in that country. But where I took that revenge, nothing would be saved. We're living in the trouble of our country."

For once, the protection of life for immigrants is guaranteed to immigrants in circumstances where they are unable to work. My family doesn't eat that much either. I don't have a father, and my weak mother works cleaning to feed me, my sister and my brother.

"We're like tiny bugs. This country is supported by such bugs. The bugs won't kill us alive. But... Ricardo. Even the bugs are alive. I'm going to live with all my strength. Try to make yourself happiest."

The chick put words of encouragement on me, full of regrets.

That was about two months ago. Second, I remember a conversation I had two months ago.

Now I'm full of regrets again.

Because my life is about to disappear.

My mother has gone half mad and is calling. [M] Because you saw the scene where I was killed in front of you.

The men who killed me laughed and shot my sobbing mother. They're still young men. I'm not Japanese. I'm not an immigrant either. It's white or black.

My anger was boiling in me. How far in the world do we have to go to bear a terrible fate? You live like a bug, you're killed like a bug.

But I'm already dead. There's nothing you can do about being angry.

But at least... leave me proof of the person who killed me... shoot with a camera... so I don't find out...

A high-rise estate lined up. That's not a rare sight for him growing up in Japan. But the garden between the estates is filled with tents and digging huts, no matter what you think.

And the number of estates themselves is unusual. The estate continues no matter where you go. It's as if all one town is filled with estates, so illusory. He has never seen such a vast group of estates. And not only the estate, but the space outside the driveway is full of tents.

The tent is big there. Five or six or so people are going to get in, and all of them are mostly beautiful on the outside, and nothing is damaged. The tent is said to be paid for by the state, and I guess that's a lot of concern.

He has traveled around the world and seen many slums, but he has never seen one like this. By and large, a slum is a tidy slum, if you say so, when a digging shed was built irregularly and disorderly. There is no sense of slamming in tents or digging huts between estates, but there is nothing like garbage being scattered.

This is a place called the Immigration Grotto. He was born and raised in Japan and was a resident of the back street, but this was the first time he had ever set foot in this place. There is no land survey at all.

After a short walk, cooking was carried out by NPO. Immigrants are standing in line to receive meals.

"It's unique to Japan... you're scattered with features. Even if it's immigrants who live... does that make any difference? The roads are in order."

Put your hands on your mouth, and a man squeals.

"Hey, that nigger over there is right there. Where is it?

An immigrant-like young man, who seemed to have no courage, called out to the man. It's a rather sinister shape.

"I was born and raised in Japan. I've been in America lately, though. I just got here under the job, can you give me a guide?

Turning to the immigrant youth, the called black man smiles and lovingly laughs and pees.

"You just got here today?

"The answer is yes. But if I say no, is that a problem?

To the young man who asks with a serious eye, the black man asks back with a smile and a tone of relief.

"There's been a murder."

"That's a mess. No, is it unusual here?

"That's not true. There are quite a few misdemeanours, but there is rarely a murder..."

"Hmm. So, you're the police?

"No. I don't expect anything from the police in the first place. That's why I kept my eyes open for anyone suspicious. At the time of the murder, the victim's son was filming the killer, and there were multiple black and white people there."

"Ho, so you think I'm suspicious?

"I thought so at first... but I don't think so..."

Due to the carriage and atmosphere of conversations between black men, the suspicion was no longer felt. Because from the eyes of immigrant youth, the black man was seen as someone with a very soothing atmosphere.

"I see...... Hmmm... a bunch mixed with black white people"

Black men had an idea, but decided to keep quiet in front of immigrant youth.

"We immigrants, mostly from South America, Eastern Europe or Southeast Asia, sometimes lurk in Chinese mafias. There's never been anyone from Africa or Western Europe or America, but it's rare in immigration caves."

"Right. It's gonna be tough, but good luck with that."

"Oh. I'm sorry I stopped you"

The immigrant youth met lightly and walked away from front of a black man.

That was four days ago.

Pedro Tampa is a Japanese immigrant in the quarter: his father is an immigrant, his mother is an immigrant and a Japanese half. I turn thirty this year.

"Hey, chick man. You look a lot darker. What's the matter with you?

In the immigration cave, Pedro finds the face he knows and speaks up. The target is a 20-year-old young man named Sasaki Matsuko.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been close to Pedro and taught him a lot of bad things. It's no exaggeration to say that the chick man stuck one foot in the back street because of it.

"Ricardo's family was killed. Kill the whole family."

Pedro was also hardened by the loss of blood from his face to the chick man who told him with a pale face.

Ricardo is the neighborhood kid the chick guy was close to. Pedro was watching with a smile when he said it was like a relationship between his old self and a chick man.

"Do you know who did this?

To Pedro's inquiry, the chick man shakes his head silently to the side.

"I don't know, but I'll definitely find out... And get paid."

Pedro took his breath to the chick man who emitted a voice conceived of cold anger.

"No way... I can't believe Ricardo was killed by this... chick man......"

After the chick man walked away, Pedro shrugged with a trembling voice and shrugged his lips.

That was five days ago.