It was a back-cutter event starring Baba, but I decided to do a sideshow of the PSI drive.
Seduced by the mysterious demon king who leaps behind the darkness of the world, Baba gives the cosoli bad hearted a PSI drive or its blueprint (which he doesn't really give) and also leaks inside information about Heavenly Lights (which he doesn't really let leak).
The student group accidentally discovers the leaked PSI drive and reports it to Tochigi, but Tochigi is ruined by Baba and doesn't move. By showing that adults cannot rely on it and inciting a sense of crisis, students are asked to voluntarily conduct an internal investigation.
Miscellaneously, I'm a detective. If we investigate, we will find clues, so that we can get to the truth that Baba, who was turned over to the Demon King,
And then I said, "Get back to your sanity, baba!," he punched, "You're the killer!" And if you show off your reasoning and show off your student group solution, Baba will get his sanity back and congratulate you.
In other words, Baba's betrayal, the emergence of the world's darkness, and the endless ethnic conflicts that will not end the prolonged recession are all the fault of the Demon King. My demon king!
In the end, the external pressure is causing the internal pressure, but that's where it is. If purely Baba betrayed Baba on his own initiative, he would really collapse internally. Because of this, there is such a heart-wrenching geezer as the Demon King, so it would be good if he pushed all the reasons and responsibilities for betrayal.
Now, when we have an overview of the event, we'll get underneath as usual.
First, we have to mass-produce PSI drives to a certain extent. If I sidetracked a PSI drive with only a few of them, I'd be too handsome to think I'd find out or miss them. There are tons of PSI drives, some of which flow sideways. I miss it due to inadequate management...... I want to create such a natural situation. Neither Shota-kun nor Langhua are idiots. If it is a Yuruyul event, there is a risk that it will be spotted as a match pump.
It was also decided to recommend a tri-monthly 200 ml blood donation to Heavenly Light members for blood fuel purification to drive the PSI drive. For this reason, I spent about two weeks studying blood sampling and setting up a blood collection room at an underground secret base. Centrifuges, agitators and business refrigerators were brought in so that they could be managed in bulk, from blood collection to purification and storage.
The apparent reasons for PSI drive mass production include preparation for the upcoming increase in the number of heavenly lighting constituents, as well as preliminary in case of failure, prototyping to increase performance.
Mass production is considering about 100 pieces in a large amount of clutter, but since it is not a workload that Baba can do alone, I let it be made into an automated machine tool with respect to the basic parts common to all PSIs, and settled into a form that Baba would only finish. Baba is dedicated to special operations according to individual drives that cannot be left to the machine.
Even if you say a PSI drive in a bite, it works differently and efficiently depending on which fuel you use. For example, the first prototype dagger is optimized for flame fuel, it is highly heat resistant and can release the flame with directivity. If you set the frozen fuel on the same dagger, you will drive it once, but you will only scatter the cold air indiscriminately. Setting the time fuel still drives it once, but apparently it stops completely to the user, only the fuel is reduced and nothing happens. We can't expect to do enough without a PSI drive that fits the type of fuel.
Prototype No. 1 exploded and dispersed at the same time as the drive once the mental fuel was finally set, so it was placed in a can in pieces and stored as a souvenir. Analysis of the fragments showed signs of blowing up from the inside. They couldn't stand the ridiculously high output of the frame. I'm sorry I'm too strong.
It should be noted that even if the mindfulness fuel was diluted 100,000 times, the PSI drive, which enhanced the frame into bees, was easily exploded and dispersed, causing Baba to be stunned. My over-mindedness problem, when I say it, sounds like I'm proud, but I honestly can't be happy to see the drive Baba worked so hard to make blow back to pieces easily. I don't care what you think, you're getting too strong. Shota-kun and Langhua are doing psychic school stuff, but I'm the only star-breaking space war.
I guess it's good news to know that even if I make 100,000 PSI drives, I can afford to fuel them with 200 ml of my blood.
With a drive optimized for healing fuel, it can easily be carried as a healing medicine, and if a drive that successfully stretches the mental barrier can be developed, it can be used as a special field deployment device to prevent peripheral damage during combat. The use is endless. The wind power that I've been turning with manpower (mindfulness) can also be replaced with a PSI drive. That would make my resources available and easier.
And of course, have the contagious attack function of the PSI drive removed. At least until I can defend myself. I don't like it even if it's a scuffle wound that tickles damage in every time the darkness of the world is attacked.
The contagious attack feature of a PSI drive is like sending a virus to your computer and crashing it, it makes no sense to physically protect your computer with a barrier. The PSI drive itself is physically preventable, but the aftermath pierces the defense. Dedicated defense training is required.
That's why I asked Baba to build a knife type PSI drive that specializes in contagious attacks and start training at night in Tianyando. Driven by 500 billion times more diluted mindfulness fuel, it wraps an invisible force field around the knife. And stab yourself in the arm from the top of the barrier! Ouch! Focus your defenses and stab them! Ouch! Slowly stabbing and pushing back with your mind... never pushing back! But piercing! Ouch! Mmm, let's try to focus on Nenlikin with the muscle tightening procedure. Stab! Ouch! Sounds like this defense method is different. Like trying to vibrate the barrier? Stab! Ouch! Is this different?
As she stabbed herself in the arm with trial and error, Tochigi, who was visiting her, caught her face and turned away.
"Sasuke, I'm scared."
"Nn? Oh, to Ig later, ITE! I'll fix it. No problem."
"…… It hurts, doesn't it?
"It's okay. It hurts right, Ite!
As he talked and stabbed him, Mr. Tsuki closed his eyes and blocked his ears. This training is so eye-covering. Egg enough? If I stab you with a powerful PSI drive all of a sudden, it could be fatal, but if I stab you with a low-performance initial product, you won't die.
... No. Isn't that the problem? It's totally his job to stab his arm with a knife. I was too used to the pain to care. Let's be careful.
Rent part of Zhongshan Tech's production line to set up a PSI drive mass production system and mass production. Finished tuning by Baba, PSI drives of various shapes, including sticks, shields, spears, clocks, and armor, are housed in a dedicated case and slotted in the armory of a secret base. By then, it was February of the year.
Shota-kun and Langhua just finished their high school entrance exams at the right time.
Come on, let's start the traitor event.
Rumors of people are also said to be Day 75, but rumors of a super water polo case would have stayed on the table for a long time. After a year, one of the biggest scoops that rocked the world will also settle into boulders. A feature show called "A Year After the Super Water Polo Incident" was organized on TV, and people finally remember the incident.
Whatever major incident happens, I'm hungry. I have work to do. I'll clean it, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll pay taxes. The routine remains the same. An exquisite multinational group overflowing Tokyo in search of paranormal has always become a routine, and cop responses around arguing rubbish have become familiar. Passengers also have flashy tattoos, or don't bother to stop and look, although it's only to see people with shriveled roots hanging from their necks.
People were adapting to the differences brought about by the super water polo incident.
Well, getting used to it slows down your senses. I can't cry anymore if I've heard it hundreds of times, even a song so touched by tears. The accustom and oblivion of those who twitched and progressed throughout the year diluted the fear of the super water polo incident.
Then what happens. It is the luxury of the darkness of the world. Instead of the fear I pulled in, the desire appeared, and people wouldn't put it in their mouths, but I thought, "Me, me, I want to bust and scuff all the enemies that seem strong like that." But if you punch the guy in the eye, you're under arrest. So people suppress their desires, and suppressed violent desires emerge as the darkness of the world.
That's the setting.
It is the secret society that fights the darkness of such a world that is "Heavenly Lighting," and one of its constituents, Lotus Seeing Langhua, a beautiful Buddhist girl, was still fighting the darkness of the world this day.
On a bright full moon evening, Langhua was fighting in the shrine's territory amidst a dense forest of townspeople sandwiched in skyscrapers. It's a simple outfit with feathers woven over the pyjamas because I rushed here in the middle of the night in Chari.
Since the hemispherical mental barrier is deployed and sealed around the area with the prototype triangular mental fuel PSI drive, there is no leakage of flame lights or sound. The black suspicious hemispheric dome is so noticeable if you use it during the day, but it provides a pretty good cover if you use it at night. It's just a battlefield between the psychic and the darkness of the world.
The darkness of the human-shaped world that Langhua is fighting this time is a bit long, taking the suspicious steps of shaking her black body in a yura, avoiding all the flaming swords that Langhua wields endlessly. The 4000°C sword took the clear shape of a Japanese sword-like contour that condensed heat and red-hot. The removed tip of the sword and the blowing heat wave distort the air, choosing the gravel laid within the country and burning the leaves and twigs.
"you!"
Lantern Hua is frustrated and stretches her sword up to three meters, the maximum range, and shrugs away. but the darkness of the world dodged away from the upper body behind gnarly. Then immediately return the upper body and shadow boxing on the spot. This time the darkness of the world is the boxer type of evasion specialization. Maybe the violent desire of people inspired by yesterday's live boxing world champion defense battle came to light or something. I had a famous battle.
The darkness of a boxing with warm shoulders lowers his posture and puts his fist in. Lantern Hua put out her sword and blew the flame from all over her body and let it roll and intercept it.
"Abyssal Hell (Avich) Huh!
A thick flaming tornado rises around Langhua. The darkness of the world that penetrated there burned out the black membrane of the body surface in an instant, and it evaporated pathetically and burned out.
Lantern Hua extinguishes the flame and tramples the core of the burnt and brittle stone. Then he looked around and made sure there were no remnants of the party, finally releasing his guard.
Mm-hmm. The battle is over. Langhua is still adorable after she recently started screaming her moves name due to Shota-kun's influence.
The lamp Hua was so heated that the stone baked potatoes seemed to form that the rough gravel in the burning smell of the country could be removed from the pocket of the jersey trousers and the foldable cane-shaped PSI drive was deployed and activated. Cool the area with the cold air released from the cane and prevent fire.
It was more beautiful than when I arrived, and I ended it, and I disarmed the mental barrier device and retrieved it. Come on, let's go home. I hired a part-time job for this time to call you, hang up with one call, and sign a GO.
A flashy dressed young man with hair dyed in gold and pierced ears emerged from the shadow of a pole blocked in front of Lantern Hua trying to ride a bike parked in front of the country. My lips are blue and I look cold because I've been waiting for you to come out for thirty minutes. Shit. I should have told you to wear it thick.
Luckily, however, Langhua does not realize the subtle unnaturalness and finds herself on guard.
Byte, you said as you looked around to lick Nianya and Lantern Hua's chest and hips.
"Whoa, that's cute. What happened in the middle of the night? It's dangerous. Huh? You want me to send it?
"You can go home alone"
I say no to the cold lights. Bite you stuffed.
"Ahhh? People are being nice to you, and you don't have to? Come on."
"Don't stop by."
Lantern Hua flashes and intimidates the scepter she left unfolding.
Byte, you took a step back and got your nostalgia in a frustrating way. All right, all right, I'm feeling chimps in good shape. There's something about you just doing theatre circles at Boulder University!
"Don't resist. Such a bar-cut throw away...... why a cane?
But his famous show also had a crack in it as soon as he looked directly at the scepter set up by Langhua. My makeup skin is peeling off and I am confused by the vegetables.
I went shopping at a convenience store. Jersey girl in the middle of the night in the wind. Silver cane in its hand. It's a lump of discomfort. I know how you feel, but hang in there a little longer!
"It's not a wand. Cane."
"Oh, yeah? Heh, Shakjo, is that it? Something I saw in his comic strip... I don't care. That's what happened. Honestly, it hurts, doesn't it?
Byte, you managed to modify the orbit, unplug the knife type PSI drive from your nostrils, activate it, and wrap the flame around it. Lantern Hua's eyes are opened.
Yes. The PSI drive is out of the door. What you have is a constituent of Tianzhao or give up a hundred steps to a fellow at Zhongshan Tech. A chimp roaming late at night can't have it.
Byte, you have a real face. [M]
"Hey, did you burn that pretty face? Shakujo, throw it away and come here."
"Where did you get that?"
Lantern Hua asks the opposite without being upset by the dust. You're the one who's stuck with a burning knife, but you're the one who's in trouble.
It was unusual. Ordinary female students scream, tremble and can't move, or hear wheelies with fear. But the boldness and pressure built up through the battle against the darkness of the world overwhelms you, Byte.
"Ugh! Listen to me, I'll kill you!
"Answer me. Because it's important."
"Shut up, you meth kid! Hurry up and blur!?
Bite, whose hips are completely drawn, Langhua did not hesitate to poke your dovetail with the stone bump of a tin cane. Byte, who groans and falls off his knees, swept a flaming knife out of your hand, and Lamp Hua observed carefully over the street lamp lights. It wasn't a modified gas cylinder or a stylish writer, it was an undisputed PSI drive.
"You, where did you get this?
Langhua slowly asked again, as she told the child who was ill-defined.
"I do, I don't know!
"There's nothing you don't know, is there? Lies make virtue go down, don't they?
"What? Tok............?
"Answer me. Or do you want to be an instant Buddha?
Byte, you didn't seem to know what it meant, but she understood that you were being threatened in an awesome way. Whether it's vegan or acting, gelling in a gutter tremor.
"Heh, weird guy gave it to me. Now he wants me to stab you. Wow, take a lot of money."
"Weird guy...... what was he like?
"That's uh-uh."
In the middle of the dialogue, I rang your phone part-time. On the second signal, the byte hurries up and escapes. Trying to chase it, Lantern Hua sensed the tentacle punch that had been ambushed from the side by a critical sensation and dodged the leap.
"!? Why at a time like this......!
Darkness of the infinite normal world crawls out of the side ditch at the end of the road, Konnichiha. Langhua was lost comparing your back to the darkness of the world, but eventually turned to the darkness of the world. This is the start of the second battle tonight.
I shook off the lamp Hua and ran into the family I had designated for the rendezvous, Bite. I called you in disguise with my beard and sunglasses.
"Here, here. Good job, Parfait. I asked for it, so eat well. Oh, was the drink good with iced coffee?
Byte nodded and sat ramblingly across from me for an iced coffee. I say in a tired voice as I sigh and follow the parfait.
"I did my job perfectly. I got the new lighter taken away, and the mastermind behind it? I also flaunted it. But what is it? That kid, he looks cute and he's so scared. I don't know what to say."
"I don't know. My friends just asked me to do it, too. He said he was shooting a movie or something, but it stinks."
Shivering Byte, I'll make you feel better. [M] Byte, I have laid down everything about the world's darkness, heavenly lights, and psychic abilities with regard to your work tonight, and I have only provided an unwarranted explanation. I chose to work part-time tonight because of my acting skills and sturdy mouth.
I also noted his safety aspects, albeit part-time. Shota-kun doesn't have to know, Langhua has a clear attitude of immolation and doesn't wield excessive violence. I don't use psychic powers without darkness. The candidate seemed right about not even being moled after being poked in the tail.
I just handed him an envelope with a reward because I shouldn't have left a mess after a long story.
The contents are cash. In an hour, 50,000. It's a good byte to add to the frigidity. It also includes a stopping fee.
Byte, you have checked the number of cards with your tongue licking and muttering that if you just nibble, you can buy a good mon, etc.
I was curious as to what I was going to buy, and I asked about it with interest. I guess it's not illegal drugs.
"Yeah, it's my mom's birthday the day after tomorrow, so I'm gonna give you an automatic dishwasher present. He's expensive enough to do it to dryness."
"Oh, great"
I am lightly touched by you, Byte, who says embarrassingly. You're such a good guy. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Be dignified.
Speaking of which, I haven't been home for a while since I quit my previous job. I haven't even called since I reported the transfer. Will you show your face next time you have time?
Dawn, the next day.
Hua Lang, who hurried to Tianyado after school, told Mr. Tochigi about last night's backdrop by showing him the PSI drive he had seized. It should also be noted that Shota-kun is dyeing his hair back that he had blackened for the interview exam when he went home, and Ig is taking a nap.
"So, besides Mr. Babaa, I thought the elves were coming and handing out weapons to the bad guys, but that doesn't explain my fuel being set up, does it? I think that's why there was theft."
"Right. The vault is locked, and I don't think the entrance is possible because the master is watching over it, but if the man had this, he'd probably have lost it."
Tachigi carefully agrees with Langhua, who describes her findings.
"Right. Maybe we should all review the crime prevention system."
"Hmm..."
I was at the counter baking pancakes and listening, and I found out that Baba's fear was right. From what I've heard, Langhua hasn't even considered an inside man. I'm totally assuming a thief went in. I guess that means I trust the members of Tianzhao, but I'm also sure they look a little dangerous. As a matter of fact, Baba is betraying you.
Except for the unquestionable trust and the trust you choose to believe after doubting, Langhua.
I'm sorry about the fact that you're purely and innocently thinking of countering thieves, but then I can't go on. There is going to be a vain loop where you take measures against thieves - pointless - further strengthen measures - pointless. I sent Mr. Kossoli a "rolled" hand sign as I inserted a honey-rich pancake into both of them. Mr. Tsuki nods small and proceeds with the conversation.
"I got the story. But I'm going to be busy on business. Could Lantern Hua check the vault instead before we take precautions? Just take a quick look to see if there's anything weird."
"Copy that."
"Please."
Saying so, Mr. Tsuki ate pancakes thoroughly before leaving.
Langhua also ate pancakes and said to me, "It was delicious. Thank you," he says thanking me and returning the dishes. The top surface of the Buddha is about to loosen. Is this kid an angel or something? Oh, Buddhist angel. Forgive me for my sinful soul, which devours the heart of a sober virtuous woman.
Lantern Hua jerked off the wine bottle gimmick to move the shelves and went down to the secret base in the basement. Straight to the vault, Lamp Hua confirms that there is a white plastic case lined up on the shelf, matching the list hanging on the wall with the number engraved on the case.
The PSI drive in the vault is left fueled for quick removal in case of an emergency. To prevent the fuel from deteriorating, the vault room temperature is set to 0°C. With warm flames all over her body to warm her up, Langhua proceeded to check. It's hard to see the contents.
Sure, Mr. Tsuki said it would be nice to just look at it, but Aren't you alarmed that Mr. Tsuki doesn't have the wax that's being taken away, or that you don't want him to look at the contents? dialogue to invite the suspicious darkness, which would be troublesome if it were swallowed. Open the case and check the contents, Light Hua. Baba's not an asshole enough to take the whole case away to the boulder.
But prayer also seemed vain that Lamp Hua only checked the loss of the case and decided that nothing was missing. I twisted my neck and tried to get out of the vault, so I had no choice but to move one case with my mind and make a slight noise of whether it would be disputed by the sound of the air conditioning.
Langhua caught it in her ears and looked back suspiciously. I look around, crawl and peek under the shelf. Did you think a rat or a bug got in?
Light Hua, who had been wondering for a while, broadly reached for one of the cases. Unlock, open, casually look inside. And he slipped away and looked at it twice.
It wasn't the PSI drive that was inside, it was the red fish. Technically red painted fish. Thanks to low temperatures, there is no rot and the surface is frozen.
Stunningly, the lights solidified for a few seconds. Hua began to open the case one after the other.
As a result, 20 of 105 boxes had been replaced with red fish. You can't just see the case from the outside, and even lifting it is deluded by the weight of the fish. If I open it, it will be one shot.
Having blued her face, Lantern Hua gave out her smartphone and tried to call Mr. Tsuki, but she was on the verge of remembering.
Plenty of a minute solidifies, doesn't make the call, takes a few pictures of the fish on the smartphone, and then. Then he closed the cluttered open case and carefully returned it to its original place, taking a few deep breaths, leaving the vault under the guise of calm.
All right, all right. I think I've noticed a possible internal offender.
Lamp Hua, who returned to Tianyado, went home with no eyes on me.
Of course, track it with mental surveillance.
Back home, Lantern Hua began to look up fish drawings that were available online as she looked at photos of her smartphone. Looks like he thought about verifying the clues left on the scene before looking for an insider.
… Mr. Tsuki is brilliantly caught in the trap of the idea. If I didn't even know the back side, I'd be like, "Why fish?" and would look into it. But it's a trap in itself.
He decided to hide the replacement. Lamp Hua spent two days looking into the fish and found out that the fish in the case was painted red, not red fish, and that the name of the fish was herring.
He seemed to wonder why he bothered to paint it red, and I guess he thought it meant something important, he immediately makes a search on "red herring".
And when she saw the search results that came out, Langhua shrugged her head, slamming her mouse on the floor and screaming.
"Make fun of me......! I don't know who it is, but I'll show it to you too!
The search for traitors for Angry Light Hua began.