Immigration caves exist throughout Japan.
Politicians and the media don't use the slogany name Immigration Grotto. He doesn't even use the term immigration in the first place, he says overseas workers, etc. But the people call them immigrants, and they do not try to step into the immigration cave except for some. There are quite a few who have access to the back streets.
At the easternmost tip of Euthanasia, Japan's largest and most presumed immigrant colony exists, with nearly a million immigrants concentrated here. This colony was created when the back streets were formed and the city of Euthanasia was merged to designate a dark city. Immigrants are often driven out to Tokyo's metropolitan area as a low-wage or 3K workforce, so the settlement was built around the border between Anle City and the district.
Initially, when immigration caves were created in Euthanasia, houses like digging huts were not lined up in dense and messy rows, like slums in other countries. It is this narrow Japan at any rate. In the middle of the twenty-first century, an immigration estate was built, which became known as the Immigration Grotto.
However, more than a decade ago, the growth of the third generation of immigrants prevented immigrants from entering the estate and dramatically increased the number of people living in tents outside. No one lives with the homeless in the riverbed of the Tama River. As a result, small slamming has progressed.
Rin Kishibe stepped into an immigration cave in Euthanasia City that day.
The high-rise estates that line up are all coal-fired with walls. Countless tents stretch between the high-rise estate groups. They even build digging huts. Regardless of the driveway, tents and digging huts stick out on the sidewalk.
Rin has worked in this immigration cave several times. Rin, who often grandfather requests during his free end-of-life days and depending on his mood, has often received a dirty job that no other end-of-life store can ask for instead of having the lowest level of credibility as an end-of-life shop.
One of Rin's regular customers of such a free age is this young man - Sakamatsu Chick Man - who works with the immigration cave as Negijo. He is twenty years younger than Rin and can be seen as an immigrant at a glance from the color and face of his skin. Half, in fact, but I was born as a child of immigrants and have lived the same life as the immigrants, and I treat them as immigrants.
"You're already saying I'm not what I was then. Still, he says there's no other way to rely on it, and it must be too much. Still, I don't get it."
A room in an estate in an immigration cave. In front of the client's chick man, Rin said consciously that two boys belonging to the same organization, the "Duck Resistance" - Shibuya Ten Nights and Yumtsuka Ko.
"If you don't undertake murder, you can just identify the person. I'll take care of it."
In the eyes of the chick man, who quietly tells him so, he seemed at ten nights, as if a dark flame were dwelling.
"Can you do it alone? You don't look so armed, and you're the one who's gonna pay me back. You don't seem to be lying. Fine. Things are going on, and I'm not a killer, but I'll take care of the killing for you. Isn't that nice? Yes, it is decided without objection. Even if I disagree, I'm the boss here."
The chick man snorts slightly at the shaking of her decision to give you a smile and twist it unilaterally.
"I don't disagree."
Ten nights said. I felt truthful about what the chick man asked for.
"Oh, Sasa, it's ten nights. You can't forgive an outrageous man for slaying a family."
A wave that joyfully turns its hand on the shoulder of ten nights.
"What are you so nervous about smiling at that in front of your client?
"Whoa, I'm sorry. Hey, I'll reflect."
Rin cautioned with a shuddering face as she asked about the chick man's complexion. But shaking utters an apology in a bright voice with no shards of gratitude or sincerity at all.
"Take this... I don't know if it'll give you a clue... but look"
A chick man projects a holographic display.
The footage showed two killer-like white men and three black men. I can clearly see to my face. But it was a moment to get out of the room immediately.
"I've been taking pictures of the scene. It had this message on it."
When the chick man tells her in a voice that pushed her anger to death, she projects one image.
"Dirty garbage worms that pretend to be people should be banished"
A message believed to have used the victim's blood was written on the wall at the scene of the incident.
"Wow, this guy's a psycho"
shaking to give you a bounced voice while clinging to it. Even if I was cautioned, I did not try to take the client's discretion and take a strange attitude or anything.
(And isn't that a little too far-fetched, shake. There are some pretty insensitive places, but this client is obviously someone who's involved with the victim. In front of it like this......)
Ten nights to look at the shaking attitude and be surprised. He also seemed to have noticed that he didn't blame him this time.
"Is it the work of a racist extremist? And the fact that the executioner isn't Japanese is a bit of a catch."
It makes me look like an idea.
"That's what makes it look like, maybe a homicidal maniac is having fun making a group. The police won't move after all these incidents in the immigration cave, will they? Then anyone with a murder wish should go to the immigration cave. And just kill me. That's gonna happen, isn't it? By the way, I like the way you do things and the side of things when they come to mind."
More than ever - no, on the contrary, to a shake that speaks in a mean tone, Rin figured out why the shake takes such an attitude.
"Ah, Mr. Tsubaki turned into a stiff face. I know what I'm trying to say. Sasasutoshi. But how about ten nights? I'm sad you haven't noticed what I'm trying to say, even though we've been dating longer. Tip here, then. This client chick guy, he's got a crazy part, right? What's that? No... I'll rephrase it. That's a quiz. Yes, ten nights. Think and answer."
"If you're dissatisfied, say it clearly."
He stares at the shaking that keeps him kidding, and the chick man speaks out in a sinister voice.
"Ok...... Chick, it means you haven't delivered it to the police since the beginning."
"Pimp."
When the ten nights say, the shaking is in a good mood, slapping the head of the ten nights.
"Chick man, no matter how many immigration caves, it's impossible to talk about all these murders and the police not moving. Not suing the police, trying to solve it with the power of the back streets, you mean for revenge, right?
Rin said, the chick man nodded silently.
"But you can't lie to us who hire you. You thought the police would tell you to run in and say no?
"Because of my personality, I felt like saying no. And, as I have pointed out, in the judgment of the law, it is vivid."
Asked by shaking, the chick man answers with a dark face.
"Oh well. The old lady was so appropriate, she used to sneak up on clients."
"But as far as I can tell, he's also the most skilled and dependable starter."
"But you can't lie to me. Oh, did I just say this? Was that the second time? It's the second time, right? Yeah."
"So what? I lied, so the request was blank?
Arm up. Yeah. Nod and shake, the chick confirms.
"Shake it, take it. I think he lied because of me."
Sigh and prompt.
"Hahaha. Mr. Tsubaki, we're getting round. Then I'll take it."
Shaking smiled strangely and responded. Once the boss of this choke resistance is a shake, the final decision is made by a shake.
"But in the future, there's nothing to lie about or hide. At that time... even if you're an old friend, you shouldn't have left the request blank in some cases."
"Okay."
The chick man nodded mysteriously as he glanced with cold, sharp eyes and pressed.
"Is this the only clue? There are things you don't know, right? When I see the message, it looks like a racist's job to recruit Hate to immigrants, but isn't that normally what the Japanese are going to do? And yet the executioner is an outsider."
Ten nights raises questions again.
"Let's go to the crime scene without getting it together. Oh, yeah. I came up with something good. If you ask me for the highest amount of money on the O'Myrape course, you'll find the killer soon, won't you?
"You mean pay over a hundred times the commission to solve it? Then shake yourself up."
When I heard the suggestion of shaking, I smiled and said away like a prank.
"Ugh...... What a cozy place... This is where maggots deserve me, this. Oh... I feel better than usual... Ugh..."
A skinny, tall man smiles and twists his body, walking down the driveway of an immigration cave. Such a glance was given to him by the disgruntled immigrants.
"But where should I investigate from...... Ishizawa Street. You're listening? Woohoo... but from now on, I feel like all the different people are looking at me like they don't like me, and I need to speak up."
Skinny man - Ye Shan grunts to himself, looking around for a moment. The estate stands side by side, the area around the estate is filled with tents, and you can see a few digging huts. I don't see any Japanese in the racial sense at all to different passers-by.
That's when I saw a few kids, walking in laughing.
"Uh, you guys, I need to ask you something, can I ask you a question about me with these maggots?
Thinking it would be easy for a child to speak, Ip Mountain speaks with a slightly up-rubbing voice.
"What?
He stopped and responded with a smile, so Ip Mountain was relieved.
"Anything unusual around here? For example, you think people you don't see are here? Oh, I'm talking about something other than me. I mean, I look like a person. I'm actually a maggot. I guess."
"Whoa, he's a weird uncle."
"Run!"
"Casa Two."
Ye Shan, who intended to speak to Friendly, but the children fled lightly. The runaway children also looked like they were having some fun somehow.
"Kids are honest, honest by the time they're cruel. I totally forgot...... I mean, I'm not my uncle's age... Ugh..."
"That wouldn't be the problem with that right now"
There were those who spoke from behind Ye Shan.
Looking back, one black man stood. He's slightly lower, but I can see he's in a disappointing shape even from the top of his clothes. My hands are crushing too.
(This is... quite possible...)
At a glance I can tell you're a pretty good combatant. But there seems to be no hostility or vigilance against Ye Shan.
"I'm a leftover, too, but I just got here and I got suspicious. Looks like something's changed."
A black man talking with a smile and a loving laugh.
"What happened?
"Sounds like a homicide. We're talking about the killer not being Japanese or immigrant. Who are you, by the way?
"I am the doorman on the back street, and I say Ye Shan. I came here for an investigation."
Leaf Mountain that lightly belies who it is, but does not speak to what it is requested to do at the heart.
"I'm Simon Bell. You know this gang called 'Battlefield Tea Time' in America? That's the guy. It's been a long time since I've been back in Japan to develop a new business. Hmm...? What's the matter with you?
"Ugh... Ugh... no... the..."
As soon as Simon uttered the name of the battlefield tee time, Simon looked surprised to see Ye Shan solidified.
"Oh...... Shit. My maggot-mental is the reason I'm so upset..."
"Is there anything mental about maggots? Does it have anything to do with battlefield tee time?
"Yes."
Asked by Simon, Ip Mountain nodded honestly.
"Actually, my maggot-friends once belonged to a battlefield tee time. I'm Lu Taniguchi."
"Are you serious... The world is narrow, or meeting his acquaintance abruptly in a place like this, is a tour of destiny..."
Hearing the words of Ye Shan, Simon rounds his eyes.
"Lu unfortunately lost his life"
"I know."
To Ye Shan's report, Simon spilled a lonely smile.
(And he's the one I know so well)
Simon to add in his mouth.
"I've only been in this immigration hole for about four days, too, but I can give you a guide in a little bit."
"Is it true? Then let the maggots deceased sweeten you. Uh-huh."
"Why are maggots coming out?"
Simon was grinning bitterly as he watched Leaf Mountain's trick twist his hands together over his head.