I visited one of the rooms of the estate, which is the scene of the murder, ten nights, shaking, shaking, and four chick men.
The victim's body had been cleaned up, while the room had been cleaned to some extent. Even the blood marks are gone.
"You sure you couldn't reward the police? What happened to the body?
Asks.
"The vendor took the body. Instead of just cleaning them, they're gonna use the autopsy somehow."
"So, you're okay with processing it without reporting it to the police?
"Evaporation is not so uncommon here. That's the most frequent case of moving to another immigration hole. And then there are those who have a plan to return to their country. Some people go out into the normal city with one shot. And… I also hear cases of each family being sold"
At the end of the dialogue, the chick man turned dark. Since she is a chick with deep connections to the back street, it is not known whether directly or indirectly, but we suspect that she has been involved in human trafficking.
"But you're glad. Thanks to you for cleaning up, I didn't have to freak out about looking into the body, so let's be positive."
"For that matter, I've decided to stay away from solving the case."
Easy tone shaking and a bitter ten night.
"Leave the deceased's artifacts intact?
"I'll handle it soon. I was putting it off for investigation."
"Okay. Then let's get to it."
The three of them began to look indoors.
"I feel like an adventure game for old detectives and detectives. Games are dropping things that could easily be clues."
"No, it's been a long time since I've done this kind of investigative work."
Shaking and ten nights are chatting as we examine the indoors.
"I've never had a cigarette smoker fall off. Footprints, hair... you must be mixed up with vendors..."
Says the man in charge of the floor. I would have liked you to have called me while the body was still there, at least before the vendor went in.
"Do the casings and the bullets left in the gunshot wounds remain intact? For mass murder, that's a lot of work. The fact that the neighborhood didn't notice the gunshots seems to be using a pistol with a silencer. You didn't even take the money, did you?
"Oh."
To confirm the shake, the chick man nods.
"I wonder if it's just an amateur from a bunch of racists. That's going to repeat the same crime again, right? Or maybe it's already happening, but there's just no information in it."
"Wherever possible, I'm rooting. But somehow it's a place with millions of immigrants. I can't cover it."
Shortly after the chick guy said that, he texted the chick guy.
"I hear there's been another mass murder. Precisely, he noticed what happened... It's not far from here."
The chick man who checks the contents of the email tells with a voice lacking discouragement.
"If the neighbor didn't respond at all and was suspicious, the door was unlocked and the family was shot together."
"Hey, at this rate, you just haven't figured it out, and you've actually killed quite a few people already, have you?
"It could be...... Regardless of the tent living group in the immigration cave, those living in the estate room are hard to understand even if something abnormal happens. Many have no neighbors or relatives. In the first place, it's not uncommon for a neighbor to suddenly disappear into a whole family one day. As I said earlier, there are quite a few missing persons. It's not uncommon to talk about someone missing when you realize it, so I don't really care. I seem to have noticed this time..."
Hearing the speculation, the chick man speaks of the immigration cave situation.
"There doesn't seem to be a big clue here, and let's go that way. After a few days, I can feel the body in front of you."
The chick man looked at the shaking urging with a bright voice with a flashing face. I don't like how this boy says he's the boss of the organization. This one can't stand on my stomach, and I can't help but hate the killer, but after being mypaced with this mood and all, I often even talk crappy jokes. That's what makes me nervous.
Ip Mountain was cordial with a figure in the back street center. This time it's a direct request from the person.
"There was information on the entry of" Battlefield Tea Time "and" Nudist School "into Japan. I want you to investigate the immigration hole to make sure it's true."
As Inspector General, the request made by the top executive of Backstreet Central, the Thirteenth Staircase of Pleasure, to Hayama by Kiyoshi Hojo, was a substitute for more than one.
"You've been involved with Nudist Schools before. At that time, it was merged with an organization called Soul Jelly, but I did hear that Nudist School recently found out about Soul Jelly."
Ip Mountain, who makes coffee after saying so.
"But why immigration to Japan? Is he one of the maggots?
"I guess it's because I decided it would be profitable there. Even though the back streets are quite relevant, Japanese organizations have chosen a better place to operate, so the immigration caves are untouched."
Hojo answers the questions that Ip Mountain has spoken.
"The Nudist School had been checked in and out of the immigration cave at least two weeks ago. Tea time on the battlefield, which was a nudist school and an enemy, apparently constituents were sent in four days ago. It was not until two hours ago that this fact came to light. Whatever the nudist school is, even the organization that was its rival went into the same immigration hole, because it's going to develop into unwanted clashes and unrest. I want you to explore trends."
"Even if you ask me to investigate, it's too vague. You don't know the face or the name of that constituent, do you?
"Oh. But strange things are happening now in the immigration caves of Euthanasia City. A racist group of immigrant oppressors wrote down Hate to immigrants in blood after killing his family. But there are rumors that the killer was white or black, not Japanese."
"Do you have anything to do with battlefield tee time?
"I don't know yet"
"Why would you ask me to be a maggot, not a hub or a good police officer?
Hojo, who was pale in his answer to Ye Shan, who kept asking, spilled a smile on this question.
"The maggots are brilliant. Besides, you'd have contacts with both Battlefield Tea Time and Nudist School, wouldn't you?
Ye Shan was convinced as he curled his tongue wondering if it had been investigated that far.
As Ip Mountain walked in the middle of the driveway in the immigration cave in conversation with Simon, he came across the sight of four tough looking adults surrounded by one threatening child. The kid doesn't even seem to be ten years old yet.
"The air doesn't look calm."
"Right. I wonder if they caught me stealing it."
Leaf Mountain said, Simon turned his gaze to the little bag the child had in his hand.
"Ugh, help the tortoise"
Leaf Mountain breaks in among the immigrants and blocks them as if to cover their children, twisting themselves as usual.
"Hey, what, you guys..."
"It's a problem over here. Don't let someone who's not an immigrant stick his neck in the immigration hole."
"That's it. That's it."
Even as they hesitate to marvel, the immigrants raise their voices of protest.
"Unfortunately, I can't do that. I'm a maggot, so I don't have a neck to stick in. If you're going in, I'm going all over you."
Ye Shan said, hands together over his head, twisting his whole body.
"The guy made the theft go away. You can't just leave me alone. But if you preach, I'll leave it to you."
An immigrant said, turning his back. The other three were bewildered, but followed by a departed immigrant.
"Are you a thief?
When Ye Shan asked the child, the child nodded with tears in his eyes.
"What did you steal?
"Ugh..."
The child turned tannic and opened the bag he had in his hand.
There were just a few cigarettes in there. If I stole it because I thought it was gold, I'd say it was like this.
"I took it back -. Pitcher maggots shaken - thrown -"
Leaf Mountain throws away bags taken from children with the aim of leaving immigrants.
"You can't do this anymore. Otherwise, you'll be maggots too."
"Wow, okay...... Sorry......"
To Ye Shan, who speaks in a gentle voice, the child apologized, even though he creeped.
"Heh, you went to help without hesitation. But you didn't have to help at all."
Where the child leaves, Simon, spreading a raunchy grin, calls out a mixed voice of admiration and awe.
(Sounds like a sweet guy)
Simon knows. A gentle man in this world is not weak.
"There's no way Maggots can overlook that scene. At least it's maggots, so we have to do it for the world."
(You're a weird guy before you're kind...)
Listening to Ye Shan, Simon changed his perception slightly.
"It's a river up ahead, isn't it? I heard there's an immigrant living on the other side."
Leaf Mountain talks as he resumes his walk.
"Even in the riverbed, immigrants seem to live with the homeless, but with immigrants in the riverbed and immigrants in the estate, they tend to get along poorly for some reason. In the meantime, there are strange ideological groups near the riverbed. It looks like it's made up of immigrants, but it's smoked by a lot of immigrants."
I'll give you the information I've learned since Simon got here.
"Isn't there a mall?
"There is no way. There's a cramped shopping mall with a maze in it. I personally liked it there. Namida Mall."
"Hmm. How did Mr. Simon investigate this place? Did you hire an immigrant's guide?
"Hey... I heard you the first time I went. I'd like an exclusive guide to immigration, too. I have been tingling at my residual opponent recently because of a family massacre by Hate Climb. Rumor has it that the killer is not an immigrant."
Once again, Simon laughs bitterly, thinking it was something he stepped into at an unpleasant time.
"By the way, can you really do business or something in an immigration den?
"It's close to the lawless zone, and then there are millions of people, but the backstreet involvement is also minimal in a nutshell because they're poor. King - our boss saw it as an aim. Well... that's not the only reason. There's also a reason why the organization that used to rival us is eyeing this place. It's like I'm going to fight it, and it's on fire like that."
Listening to Simon, Ip Mountain remembered the story of Hojo, his client.
"Um... is there a hotel or somewhere I can stay near here? If not, I will return to my home, but if possible, I would like to come to the investigation immediately from the nearby field."
"There's a business hotel I'm staying at. I was planning to go now. I'm meeting an old acquaintance."
Leaf Mountain is then dressed to be taken by Simon, out of the immigration hole to the normal downtown area and coming to the front of the business hotel.
"I'm staying here"
Simon stopped and said.
"Well, I want manpower, too, but I thought it was okay because I looked down, so I came alone, and nobody in the organization. I had no choice but to call someone I knew back in the day. Rumor has it, it's a shadow."
"Ah..."
In the direction Simon is pointing at - seeing the boy show up on the sidewalk across the street, Ye Shan has hardened. And the boy also confirms Ye Shan's appearance, with a rugged eye.
It was Makoto Aizawa who showed up before the two of them.