Simon, Makoto, and Hayama just finished eating, and Simon called.
"Look at the e-mail address."
The person on the phone orders me in English with a woman's voice.
Connected to the site by projecting a holographic display, Simon looks at the text of a call for human hunting events in the Immigration Slums, hosted by tea time on the battlefield.
Today is the day I found out. I don't know how long they've been recruiting like this. "
"It could be a posteriori."
Back out?
"It is not only possible that the murders currently taking place in the immigration caves are actually being carried out by those who saw and recruited this site, but it is also possible that they first gathered people to commit murders in the immigration caves and then released this site. I might have found it and opened my site today."
I see. But whether it's later or later, it was planned.
"I agree."
I'll keep moving here. Send us to hell with all the shit you've shielded us from. "
Copy that.
I'm hanging up, Simon. The other person's voice only reached Simon, but all of Simon's dialogues were true and Hayama was also heard, and Simon saw the immigrant hunting site.
"SNS and bulletin boards where immigrant cave dwellers are interacting with each other have been spreading battlefield teatime human hunting sites."
True reports when he opens a deplay before himself.
"Fufu, don't do lewd imitations. You don't mind telling me right away that you lied, so you're going to make us the bad guys by letting tea time on the battlefield do it anyway."
Simon smiles with his nose.
"The police and the hub will know, but this could put Simon in danger.
And Hayama.
"I don't know anyone in the back street or the police. Once upon a time, there were scavengers in the backstreets of this country. I wish I could make an excuse for that... hmm... Hahahaha....."
Armed and closed his eyes, Simon laughed as he remembered the past.
"I will defend myself when I am questioned by the authorities. Wouldn't it be safer to rely on you now?
"I don't need to be safe. It is more important than that that that we give them a shot. I can't back off without being licked."
Simon said softly, thanking him for his true offer.
It was the Immigration Revolutionary Army that was spreading the tea time human hunt on the battlefield. This was done as originally planned.
The truth about the murder or the battlefield teatime hunt for immigrants is spreading everywhere. It is spread not only to immigration caves in Anraku City, but also to immigration caves throughout Japan. The press has also been contacted. I also complain about my back pain and farts on the video site.
"Mr. Vivian, you haven't slept at all, have you? Please take a break. It's also important to take a break."
Pedro calls out when he sees Vivian doing the work all the time.
"Pedro...."
Pedro looked back like a ghost and looked up at himself, and Pedro was horrified. He is a Vivian who is completely insane by the shock of being declared dead. In addition, she is regularly attacked by unbearable pain.
"Ah... it's already such a time. I can't sleep... maybe even if I sleep, I'll wake up with pain..."
"Rest anyway."
"That's good. I can rest plenty soon, so let me feel my life as much as I do now..."
Vivian rolled off the chair in the middle of the dialogue.
"Uhh... uhh... uhh..."
With her cheeks on the floor, Vivian starts to sob.
"I... am dying... This must be a punishment... I sacrificed the same immigrants... No matter how much we raise the flag of justice, let's make it a murdered person... this is my convenience... and I'm sure I'll go to hell if I die..."
Pedro didn't know what to say to the crying Vivian. I feel like I'm going to be empty no matter what I say.
"Before dying, if you are really conscious of your own death, your body feels like freezing... naturally shivering. Death is so scary... Hahaha... when you're living normally, it feels absolutely unconscious."
That's all Vivian kept quiet. Pedro stayed in the same room for a while, but Vivian wouldn't talk any more, so he tried to get out of the room.
"I want to advance the day of the rally....."
But Pedro stopped his feet because Vivian told him it was gloomy.
"I want to use up this life. I want to help everyone. Hopefully... while I'm alive, I want to accomplish the immigration revolution, but I'm sure that's impossible..."
Vivian laughs at himself.
"Sure... Noodlest School is right. Whatever the extra people, we'd better move ahead with our plan."
Speaking in a hard voice, Pedro tried to escape and left the room where Vivian was.
(How did this happen...)
I couldn't bear to see someone close to me suffer from despair in the face of death for more than 20 years. I ran away.
(I want to get away from everything. It's... the immigration revolution, isn't it? I wish I had lived cautiously even though I was poor... it's pathetic to think even now)
As preparations for the immigration revolution progressed steadily, Pedro felt annoyed, cursed and, above all, regretted everything he had accumulated.
(Once upon a time, riots erupted in Japan when immigrants became abundant and crime became abundant. At that time, I wasn't born, so I didn't know the noise directly, but I heard a lot later. With the momentum of the rioting side, a large number of unrelated people attacked, exhaling the momentum of the group and the anger they had accumulated, they became extremely violent and cruel, and it was a terrible substitute... Are we immigrants gonna do the same thing? Are you sure that's it?
Pedro is worried. Although he was in a brave organization such as the Immigration Revolutionary Army, he had always wondered and feared that he was seriously about to start a revolutionary riot.
Immigrants in immigration caves may work from immigration caves, while others work in factories located in immigration caves.
It was a topic of discussion that some factory breaks, human hunting, and other outrages were taking place in this immigration cave.
"We're hunting prey!
The immigrant heard stories of immigrant hunting and shouted loudly in public.
He learned yesterday that his close neighbor had been killed. I was suspicious because I hadn't seen it recently, but I found out that the whole family had been shot and left behind.
And I learned yesterday that such a family massacre was happening everywhere in the immigration cave, and I learned that today, foreign gang organizations carried out businesses such as migrant hunting in the immigration cave.
"Besides, there's a story that the police won't do anything."
"We're worse animals than the first slaves....."
"I'm sorry... damn it... But there's nothing I can do...."
"You can't find the immigrant hunter and kill him instead!
Immigrants who killed their close neighbors shout in front of the immigrants.
"I can do it."
An immigrant told him with all his strength. Other immigrants pay attention to the immigrant.
"You can join an organization called the Immigration Revolutionary Army on the riverbed. I'm gathering people now. I'm angry about this."
"Are you one of them?
"Yes, it is."
He was questioned about his smell, but those who spoke admitted it without fear.
"There will be a final meeting tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I haven't decided the exact date and time yet."
Take me with you.
Immigrants who killed their neighbors report it.
"Ah... then so am I."
I want to go, too.
"If I can avenge you, I will."
"Are you crazy?
"I think you should stop. Super suspicious."
There were a few more who came forward, but few who were passive or negative.
"First, what exactly are you going to do with the Immigration Revolutionary Army? Are you sure you want to make a revolution?
"Yes, it is."
Asked by one of the negative immigrants, the revolutionary immigrant answers lightly.
"Can I say that here?
Ask further about negative immigration.
"I believe no one will report you. Even if they do, they won't be able to report it to immigrants."
"Really... Then I'll just peek a little. If the organization wants to do something for immigrants, there is a little bit of a willingness to help."
Immigrants who listened to the Revolutionary Army immigrants expressed interest, even those who were negative.
Well, I'll go, too.
"Me too... for the story..."
Immigrants who until then had been negative and passive came aboard.
After hitting negative opinions, a little peek and the immigrant who talked secretly smiles. In fact, the negative immigrants who asked this question were also part of the immigration revolutionary army. Questions and dialogues have been discussed from the beginning. By deliberately taking a negative stance and pushing in and suddenly changing attitude by 180 degrees, it was a sakura to try to attract other passive people.