Fairy Tale Chronicles

'I'm sorry..., I..., I...!

'No, it was just fine in a way. I've heard from you. "

Kenichi, who took permission from Tianyin and Shibao to take turns responding, grasps the situation by trying to figure out Mitsuri Nagai, who is half serious and confused, and speaks Negiri.

If the explanation was true, Mitsuri was in a rather chopped situation.

Most importantly, if this is an act and the explanation is a lie, then the hosts can deceive even the heavenly sounds, which means that there is considerable acting power that also goes to God.

'In the meantime, could you come out here for a second, please? I'll send you the location now, so give me the address.'

'What? Oh, yeah. But my computer, maybe it's peeking...'

Kenichi thinks slightly in the corner of his head that Mitsuri's words would be. At the same time, I think it's convenient. Because if you're being peeked at, you can clearly prove that you're committing a crime.

No matter how robust the computers in Hongda's time say they are around security, they really make more holes than they communicate data.

Depending on the software and software environment you are using, emails, messages, and attachments sent with them can be copied from side to side depending on what you do.

The truth is, when it comes to messages and emails, other than those that limit functionality and usage to some places, standard installed software is the most powerful in terms of security, but these software are somewhat less user-friendly for security reasons. It's like a so-called production line safety device, and when you cross a certain line, it really trades off with operability and convenience.

As a result of switching to different software due to intolerable inconvenience around it, there are many examples of important emails, messages, etc., that are leaking. Instead, let's just say there's something wrong with standard software that hasn't found any holes other than user mismanipulation.

Where I defended myself with AI, protection, antivirus software, etc., there is nothing I can do about the software that users install themselves.

Instead of jumping into the epidemic and taking the virus from you to your computer, and the data is leaking, or the person you're interacting with in the messaging software intentionally leaking it, projects like that have not been eradicated, they haven't even stood to reduce the number of cases.

'If I say so, this phone will be bugged anyway. If they really do, that's about it. If I did that, I'd better interact with them on my computer for less risk if I still can handle it over here. You know my stunt?

'... yeah, let it go. I believe you, Nishioka. Our address is...'

Kenichi hears the address from Komi and sends a dedicated messaging software. Messaging software using state-of-the-art encryption technology, which specializes in one-on-one messaging with specific opponents. Since the information exchanged cannot now be stored on the computer, it cannot be stolen unless it is peeked at from behind, a software that is highly defensive at an unnecessary level for the majority of civilians.

Needless to say, it is inferior in convenience to the vast majority of messaging software in that it is only possible to interact one-on-one, it is not possible to interact multiple times one-on-one, and it is not possible to store the information exchanged.

'... I just emailed you. Start with the messaging software you put on your email.'

'Ugh, yeah...... Launched. "

'Confirmed. Look, I'll send you a map now, so get over there.'

Just in case, Kenichi sends a map on the message software and specifies the location. I sigh with my sincerely troubled face as the macro and spring vegetables watching that exchange suddenly change the air in a strangely hardboiled direction.

"What the hell, suddenly it feels like a different genre..."

"You're too professional for us..."

"The same goes for what Nishioka tries to do, but I'm scared that Mr. Nishioka's criminal activities will come out more than that..."

To the words of Hong and Spring Vegetables, the other members currently waiting also have to nod with a sinister face.

Crimes that keep piling up, such as threats to eavesdrop, unauthorized access to computers, etc. Although it is the evidence that has not yet been held back, it is very troublesome that only Nishioka is currently able to deal directly with the clear crimes being committed in front of him and with them in matters of the genre.

Turn it into a honeysuckle, or at least a lot more familiar with computers than common minors such as Yukari and Shibao, but they just don't have the knowledge or the ability to exchange data to prevent information from leaking to their computer counterparts who are currently peeking at the contents in a progressive fashion.

All you can do for a Macro or Spring Vegetable is to thoroughly protect it from ever letting a virus-like get into a new computer that doesn't yet have anything in it, and not use suspicious software, install it remotely, etc. on its own. Both Tatsuya and Makoto are at very similar levels, and self-defense alone is sufficient to that extent.

"In the meantime, you can't move poorly until you're done with the phone..."

"Right. I mean, it's gonna take about an hour to get around two stops, shop around, and come back, right?

"Right. If you think about it, you should wait here after all."

True harp to give up and decide to stand still in a situation where you can't move. Tatsuya also has to be grown up because she can't do anything bad.

While he's saying that, Kenichi finishes his phone call with Mitsuri and starts consulting with Heavenly Sound.

"In the meantime, I think it's time to think about lunch..."

Spring vegetables watching Kenichi's work crush the potpourri by checking the current time. Exactly, it's still early in the day, but it's time we never got past staging.

"So is that. At first, what was the plan?

"If Hong-kun seemed okay, I was talking about maybe we could go out and eat. But that doesn't feel right."

"Right. So, after a little while, you want to buy me a convenience store or some lunch box?

"Still, I have a decent kitchen here, so I don't have to wonder if I could check what kind of cookware I have, and then buy some ingredients to cook with."

"I'd like to buy it, but can you buy ingredients around here?

"The station is nearby, so I think you'll be fine. It's big and small, but there's mostly a supermarket by the station."

Spring vegetables returning such an answer to Tatsuya's question. In fact, it is not uncommon for a supermarket to have only about a commercial establishment to be a station store, especially if it is a metro station or a regional station. There are rare instances where the vast majority of local lines are uninhabited stations with no people themselves rather than commercial facilities, but I dare not seem to care there.

Well, it's not so wrong that there's mostly a supermarket near the station because it hits the city center of Osaka around now.

By the way, regarding yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast, it's done with catering arranged by Heavenly Sound. This Ayase Laboratory Osaka outpost is a facility where roughly half of the moon will be deserted if Saturday and Sunday holidays are included, unless even a major project is in motion, and this time hits its unmanned timing.

Therefore, even if the kitchen and accommodation facilities are somewhat in place, the meals will be prepared either out or out, or lunches will be procured for the first day and the morning of the next day when it is said to be a sudden use like this one.

"... uh, do you cook Fujido?

"Yeah. I guess it feels like I make it myself when I can"

"That's right..."

"That said, it's amateur home-cooked food, right?

Amateur home cooking, the word flies with the gaze of which mouth says from Tatsuya and Makoto. Shibao noticed that gaze asks Tatsuya and Makoto.

"Actually, what do you think?

"If it's amateurs who do flambes very normally when cooking on their own, they must be amateurs"

"You're not lying about not being a professional because you don't have a cook's license or a store or anything. I'm just saying it's not a lie."

"... Wow"

Shibao listens to Tatsuya and Makoto explain, and leaks a strange voice mixed with amazement at the way Spring Vegetables is said, which is too manipulative to be humble. Not so bad at cooking, but I don't know how I can have enough arms to be told that by an elderly person when I'm the same age from Shibao, who isn't otherwise fond or good at cooking.

"Well, you can tell what this guy's cooking is like by eating the real thing. Even if there's a supermarket nearby,"

"Oh, when I did that, there was a food supermarket right from the station"

"Because."

"Copy that. Well, I'm just gonna go buy it out. Depends on the distance and the crowd, but I think maybe we can come back in half an hour. Oh, but I'll check the cookware, the seasoning, and then I'll go, so will it take a little longer?

"Ooh."

"Do you have a request or something?

"Even so, I can't tell what I'm going to make. Cooking that can be done quickly with specials, isn't that okay?

"Right. Then I'll make something out of the bargain properly."

That said, he enters the room where the hong was waiting, and takes his coat and an empty backpack of contents and comes out spring vegetables. To its spring vegetables, Hiroshi speaks up.

"Spring vegetables, wait a minute"

"What's the matter, Hiroshi?

"When you take this"

"... oh yeah. Right."

Spring vegetables to see something like a security buzzer handed over to a macro and show some convincing. Tatsuya and Makoto also nod that they do need it.

Shibo, who was watching it, curiously snaps his neck.

"I can assure you, I don't live here or usually go in and out, but there shouldn't have been any noisy places around here, nothing like that?

"There's nothing wrong with security. At this time, Spring Vegetables is acting alone and the whole time is a problem."

"Honestly, I completely overlooked that possibility until Hiroshi gave me this..."

It is said that the solo action of spring vegetables is a problem. Shibao can't understand why. Kenichi also looks incomprehensible.

"I don't know, east. Fujido sucks alone or nappa or something, if he does it all the time, if Kazuki or Makoto goes with him, yeah?

Kenichi, who finished the meeting with Heavenly Sound and flew the message here and there as instructed and his hands were free, hits the frank question he was feeling. An ambition to give up explanations, thinking about how to answer that question.

In this difficult and difficult situation, Spring Vegetables tried to act alone. At that point, alone or with someone, it definitely hooks up with something strange. At that time, the spring vegetables themselves will return safely where they fell, but I don't know how to explain it.

but when it comes to sourcing ingredients, letting them go alone is problematic in another sense. Upon realizing the matter, Hiroshi decided to wave the story as he answered Kenichi.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Well, it would be fine if there were as much ingredients for as seven people, so I'm pretty sure my brother or Makoto might as well go with me. Oh, yeah, yeah. This is the photo of Mitsui Nagai's face. The guy from the middle of nowhere, but if you do Spring Vegetables, you'll see now."

"Oh, you need that too, don't you?...... yeah. If I hadn't had plastic surgery, I'd know enough."

"When it comes to luggage, I'd rather go with you than Tatsuya if I thought about my physical combat capabilities. Let me see your picture, too."

"The situation is a little disturbing, so be careful not to make additions or omissions."

"I know, I know."

Makoto nods to the attention of the macro and this leaves the room with spring vegetables by collecting the backpack emptied of his jacket and contents again. I just dropped that off, and Kenichi's expression that it still doesn't fall to his heart still raises the question.

"Seriously, what do you mean?

"Maybe, but I'll know when Spring Vegetables and the others get back. Honestly, I don't know how to explain it."

"Right. I'm sure you understand that we haven't been dating for some time."

"Well, unless it's a mistake to kill a dead person, or something like that, Spring Vegetables and the others will be fine."

"Instead, you need to worry about them. principally with social or supernatural elements"

Kenichi feels like he can't keep up with Hiroshi and Tatsuya, who increasingly say things that don't make sense.

For now, only one thing I found out is that a kind of relationship is built between Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables that no one else can break into.

"I don't know what to do, but I understand that Higashi-kun and Fujido are very close."

"Saya."

"However, I don't know if I'd be offended, but I don't know why you and Fujido got along so far..."

"I don't know. Fujido is huge. Yes, my daughter, I would definitely do something like a girl back then, but based on that, East and Fujido are obviously going to be genres."

"Yes, yes. I don't have any impression of a match or anything like that, and I would be very happy if it worked out, but some combination that doesn't seem to have any contact points if I do it normally..."

"I appreciate it for us, but that's why I can't imagine what the hell happened and what the relationship is now..."

Hiroshi and Tatsuya smile unexpectedly at Shifu and Kenichi's thoughts. From a human being who does not know what has happened before, it is natural that the pattern between the horse and spring vegetables does not come with a pin.

Still, I know the background of Hiroshi, rather than just being present on the spot, and Kenichi and Shibao would still have enough to convince me that it is a one-way street from Spring Vegetables to Hiroshi when it comes to romantic sentiment.

From the point of view of people who don't know or understand, the attitude of the majesty regarding the romantic aspect is so problematic that they can't help but think of it as an inferior species that entertains a beautiful woman in a nasty hedgehog.

"Why do you think I want to know so much more?"

"From us, it feels like we've been doing everything possible."

I declare so with a shrugged shoulder by Tatsuya, who is a party but still doesn't really see why Spring Vegetables falls in love with herself, while watching the whole thing until Spring Vegetables gradually falls in love and becomes aware of it.

"Whatever it is, unless one of them is amnesiac, I don't think you can imagine the relationship breaking down now."

"" That's already ""

It was Kenichi and Shibao who agreed that they could not imagine where Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables would break up, even if they did not fall to their hearts until what had happened.

"... around here, I wonder..."

About forty minutes after finishing the phone call with Kenichi, Mitsuri had arrived near the Ayase Laboratory Osaka Outpost where Higashi was located.

"... Akan. I don't know where it is because I usually have no business around here..."

Mitsuri, who took the old MTR ring line from the private railway he always used and arrived smoothly to the nearest station of Ayase Laboratory Osaka Outpost, was on his way out of the station.

Only stations that have never been down before do not currently have a good idea of their location. Because it is basically an office district, the characteristics of the building are similar, and if you get one thing wrong, you usually get lost.

I wish I could start up a GPS and double check the location relationship, but that's going to annoy them when the destination is off, and I can't stop. If you're tailed, the results are the same, but at least you can only prevent being ahead of them.

With that idea in mind, Mitsuri was well on his way to getting lost with the anxiety of walking around a city he didn't know while being driven around by a group of main culprits in the chocolate case and their collaborators.

"... I can feel this feeling and make the first left and right mistakes."

Probably this way, about five minutes to go in the direction you chose with your instincts. Follow the directions of the remembrance to turn and go further for five minutes. Where the scenery has changed to the feeling that it compares to the map in memory and is obviously different, Kouri concludes so. I stepped on my feet for nothing, but it doesn't start if I care about it.

"Shit, I'm going back to the station."

Kwanori returns to the station with a crisp cut off on the path he is now on, choosing a relatively crowded spot. It's better to make some roundabout because straight back could bowl in with the main group of criminals. Think so, dare to go back to the station to bypass.

Speaking of which, there was definitely a supermarket near the station. Yan.

As I go back, Komi reminds me of that. I don't have anything to do with the supermarket itself, but I thought maybe someone would tell me if I asked.

Over the course of this period, she has guts in extra places around not using GPS. Maybe that area got worked up during rehabilitative education in juvie.

"... if I think about it, I'll ask for help and what will I do with my bare hands..."

Because I'm tired of walking around, or in the light of being strangely calm and worried about weird places. Still anxious but fearful is stuffy, but I am calm enough in such a confusing hurry as when I called Shibo's phone.

In the first place, even though I was confused by repeated and persistent threats with all sorts of hands long after the police talked to the police after they didn't deal with me, it's strange and trivial in itself to be asking for help from Shifu, who is otherwise completely irrelevant.

From Mitsuri, who was confused and still had a sense of it, I can really draw attention to any more rude and graphic imitations even though I am aware of it when I was unaware of it.

I'm gonna stop by the supermarket anyway, and I'm sorry I didn't buy anything to ask you the way. Anxiety and fatigue about getting lost made it impossible to maintain tension, and Mitsuri decided to go shopping in the supermarket to distract him.

Even so, it's a small supermarket that targets people who work in this office district and feels like sourcing food, condiments, wraps and other accessories that they usually use on their way home from work. The sales floor area is significantly larger than shops like the one under the elevation of the station, but it is supermarket like it is everywhere, good or bad, so whatever the ingredients and dishes for cooking, it is not a big deal when it comes to what is likely to be a souvenir.

After deciding to turn back to the station and arriving at the supermarket less than a minute later, Mitsuri noticed the incident as soon as he entered the store.

"... Akanyan. Think about it normally, if you're going to procure a souvenir, you'll be next to two stops. In the first place, when I thought about my handheld and the train rental on the way home, I was bought a lot of things."

In addition to the size of the store, Mitsuri hits the wall of his own possession. There is no such great deal of money in the light of being only a freelancer less than a year out of the juvenile home. Parents are paying compensation on their own behalf, and they can't afford a dime against Mitsuri.

So far, I have about a penny on hand because the cost of living I'm putting in is forgiven at 30,000, but Mitsuri, who has a priori, really doesn't last the job long. It's not just bad cases of Mitsui, she's often interrupted from her surroundings on the grounds that she's a priori, or decapitated on the grounds of the resulting loss.

Unlike Manami Taguchi, there are only cases of unfair dismissal such as those caused by a customer's sexual harassment moron on the boulder, and there is a difference that the decapitated manager is more likely to be sorry, but the situation is not very different.

"In the meantime, let's buy a drink that feels like no difficulty..."

Give up and put two litres of tea and orange juice in the basket and line up in the cashier that feels most empty. Speak to the cashier-hitting clerk while finishing the liquidation while he is blinded by the combination of a blonde amazing beauty and a normal looking but adorable woman who is liquidating at the next cashier.

"Excuse me. I could get a little lost, but can you tell me? Yes?

"Then, in the service corner over there, please"

"Yes, thank you"

A clerk tells Mitsui, who asked for the way with a sorry smile. I convinced the other guests that it was annoying to ask the boulder at the register, Mitsuri waiting for the actuary to finish.

Once you have paid for it and have received the beverage you even bagged and bowed your head, you head to the service corner as you were taught.

"Um, excuse me. I could get a little lost..."

"Ahhh, it's hard to tell because similar buildings are silly around here. Where do you want to go?

"Ayase Laboratory Osaka Outpost, did you do it? I know what's near the station, but I don't know what the building looks like..."

"Oh, yes, yes. Then take exit three straight from the station and turn right at the first intersection."

"Oh, thank you.... I knew I had the wrong angle and direction to bend at the first point..."

"I don't even hit the GPS once in a while because buildings and stuff change all the time around here, and hey. In the meantime, I'll draw a map just in case."

"Thank you"

Ask the friendly aunt clerk in the service corner to draw a map and take Mitsuri, who left the store to return to the starting point again,

"You let me trick you."

"Damn, let's get lost on purpose and get people out of here, or whatever kind of education you get, you grow into a piece of junk that can only be called a little villain who works all this shallow wisdom"

It was surrounded by girls of the same age who appeared in various places, and men of good stature but poor impression.

"You've taken more time than I thought."

"You have the majority of the causes, you're aware of that, aren't you?

"Yeah, no excuses."

Just the same time Mitsuri started lining up at the register. At the cashier next door to Mitsuri, Spring Vegetables and Makoto, who bought a lot on track, had what a dumb conversation.

Ingredient procurement, which was originally scheduled to end earlier, was suddenly at the point of checking the equipment at which it came from.

Even so, there were not many cookware available. Conversely, it was the beginning of a splendid kitchen facility compared to how often it was used.

The dark clouds began to set in on the initial plans that spring vegetables tense to a number of flavourings that were abundantly abundant, unlikely to be full of cookware and facilities for this hand, starting to make various plans to use as much variety as possible by looking at the seasoning expiration date.

"And there's a lot of ingredients in this store that are a little rare."

"Right. Besides, there were more fresh foods than sweets, frozen foods and processed foods."

"Right ~"

Spring vegetables and genuine harps that talk like that about this supermarket assortment of products, looking at the contents of the basket where cashier hitting is currently progressing. Two baskets of fresh food for a pile plus ten kilos of rice is something that takes a lot of time, and the cashier next door has already progressed by more than two people.

Yes, two baskets, and a pile. That's all the food I've tasted and procured, so naturally it doesn't fit in the first half of my schedule.

Above all, this supermarket, it was so full of fresh foods that I didn't think it was such a supermarket in an office district like this. Sometimes there were so many one-of-a-kind ingredients that I wouldn't see first in a supermarket in the national chain that I ended up walking around from almost corner to corner of a supermarket that wasn't wide but couldn't even be narrow enough to say why the store worked so hard on that.

Rather, it is more surprising that an hour has not yet elapsed, after a major time loss has been stacked in the equipment check, to look around the store from corner to corner, to taste the ingredients I decided to buy, one by one, and to serve them in two baskets.

"So, this, I don't care what you think, a meal for seven, I don't know what the amount is, but what are you going to do?

"Anyway, at least I'll be here till tomorrow morning, so I think I can eat enough of this."

"That's what I'll leave you with."

True harp who says that without hiding the appearance of the light on the excuse for spring vegetables that would have obviously been bought around unplanned. I don't deny that I'll probably be able to go back to the tide today, but I definitely wasn't thinking about that during my shopping.

"Even so, that would be a lot of money if I just bought this."

"Ah, yeah. I'm sorry."

"I didn't stop either, and you don't have to worry about the money. I made too much money the other day when I speculated for tuition, and I feel just so sorry I don't have to spend this much."

"I think it's scarier than us to speculate for tuition and make normal money."

Makoto and Spring Vegetables are quickly bagged after the liquidation and wasted on the total amount of about three sheets flown away by Shiroyoshi and their origins.

Spring vegetables that somehow look at the exit side in the middle of it and stop looking at a girl her age talking about something in a service corner near the exit. Observe carefully, somewhat concerned, and turn your expression into something serious.

"... Hey, Makoto-san"

"What?

"That girl, maybe..."

"... oh, I see. Yeah. Why are you here... That pet bottle answered."

"Is it a service corner because I don't know the way, or something? I don't think I have anything else to do with the shopping."

"Sounds like it. It's like a map."

"So, I have a bit of a bad feeling about this, what do you think?

"Bizarre encounter. I don't have a very good feeling either."

Spring vegetables and trumpets that carry on such exchanges about the girl who was paying attention while packing rice, miso, and slightly weighted things into trumpet backpacks and relatively heavy and tall vegetables such as cabbage and root vegetables into spring vegetable backpacks.

He seems to be feeling something pretty bad around trying to get as little baggage in his hands as possible.

"Oh, it looks like it's over"

"Spring vegetables, have you noticed?

"Yeah. You're showing a bit of a stiff sign, aren't you?... Mm-hmm, eight in all, no, nine?

"That's about it. Are you ready for the buzzer?

"Mm-hmm."

I leave the store at a slight interval while I have a meeting.

Shortly after leaving the store, Spring Vegetables and Makoto witnessed a girl with eyes surrounded by Nagai Mitsui.

Looks like Bingo.

"I'm just going to retrieve that girl and run away!

"Yeah!"

First, we hold down the evidence, and then Kenichi records the situation with the imaging software that Heavenly Sound made and modified, and now we step in in in the form of rubbing cracks where the man tried to touch the light.

"That's it!

True harp screams with a light outface on it to distract attention from the light as it flickers the target. Take the hand in the light where it flickers for a moment as you can see.

"I'm getting away with this!

"What?"

Makoto speaks that way to Mitsuri, who was dull after the aftermath, and runs out all at once. Before the opponent who returned to me ran out to chase the two of them, now Spring Vegetables pushes the security buzzer, and the noise draws the attention of passers-by and supermarket clerks.

"I didn't!?

Right in front of the store, the clerk rushes out to the security buzzer that rang from a place like you can say.

Once I thought I should explain the situation to the clerk, and as I was holding back the girls who tried to escape or chase me, a pair of men in suits nearby called out to Spring Vegetables as they presented the police notebook.

"This is what we are."

"I watched it all the time. I'll take care of it myself, so take him with you, my lady, after your friend."

"Ah, yes!

I didn't know the cops were anywhere near me anymore. Spring vegetables chase true harp like they told me, admiring my luck boasting the same strange pull as others. That said, I don't panic so much because I know where I'm going.

Actually, these cops, the rendezvous here is not a coincidence in itself, but it is no coincidence that they were involved in this case. Mitsuri assumed that he had been paid in advance, but the police officer at the consulted station had properly spoken to the Osaka Prefectural Police as a case, and the prefectural police also recognized the urgency of the situation, combined with information from the Thanksgiving Palace relationship, and had already moved.

Some police officers in proper personal clothes were following Mitsuri around. Simply because he was better at tailing than the main group, he didn't realize anyone, including Mitsuri.

"You act before we interrupt, you ladies are brave."

"Maybe it was someone who had something to do with us..."

Spring vegetables giving a light circumstance explanation to a policeman in private clothes as he runs for the outpost. Detailed explanations of the situation calm down and then increase the speed of running.

A cop who says he's lowering a cashier bag that's quite packed with contents out of his hand, while wrapping his tongue around the handsome feet of spring vegetables running at a speed that doesn't seem to require any help, but equally speeds up his legs.

In less than ten seconds I see about three men and a girl who were chasing me, and sometime in about five more seconds I see Makoto's back running with Mitsuri by his side.

"Your friend has a lot of strength..."

"I'm working out..."

I can see Hiroshi and Tatsuya waiting for me at the outpost and in front of it while I'm saying that, and I accidentally dash spring vegetables with all my strength. The men I was tracking pull out the harp once and for all, and quickly arrive in front of the macro.

"... I have a lot to say, well, welcome home"

"Yeah, I'm home."

Tatsuya speaks like that with all kinds of frightened expressions on her face. Spring vegetables that return like that with a true face without showing any disturbance to her breath.

"Apparently, there's no curtain for me to leave, so I'll keep the ingredients."

"Thank you. Please."

"Oops. I'll put it in the fridge because some ingredients will suck in the long run. Give it to me, too."

"Yes. That said, mine looks like they're basically lined up in a room temperature corner, so it's a bag of spring vegetables that sucks,"

With that said, Tatsuya tries to receive the cashier's bag, and the hand that comes out of the side slowly snatches the bag. When I saw it, Shifu and Kenichi were receiving the package instead.

"It's the least curtain, the most curtain, or the most curtain, and it's going to end. We'll carry it from us."

"Put the backpack down, too, and I'll take it to the contents kitchen"

"Kazuki, please take this opportunity as an elderly man. We are minors and it seems a little hard just for Makoto..."

"Ah, right. Until the man in charge returns, I'll deal with the old man and his brother."

Convinced by Shifu and Kenichi's words, Tatsuya moves next to Spring Vegetables, who at some point stood to cover Hiroshi.

Looking at it, Kenichi and Shibao finally turned their gaze to Mitsuri, who had him unloaded by Makoto.

"Look, give me that bag too, Nagai"

"Oh, yeah. I've come all the time, Dong-kun..."

"About Matsushima. In the meantime, I don't know why I called Kono, but you pulled the big winner. You really called me."

"Just calm down inside in the situation, not all the time, but don't worry, the brothers over there are supposed to protect you."

Kenichi and Shibao work that way, collect bags and go into the outpost. So I finally breathe, or the guys I've been chasing open their mouths.

"... apparently there are a number of outsiders, but all I need is a young lady going up to juvenile school who is not educated at the sigh there and a human sucker who only has inferior elements as someone to be targeted for bullying, and a boy who made someone else's life unscrupulous in the face of the victim when he said he was a bully-induced perpetrator. If you're not involved in this, could you please leave?

It's worse to be bullied. Tatsuya, who was heard in the front, of course, even stopped moving by a cop who was about to give out a police notebook to a man who said in a true breath out of dialogue that felt like this would happen if he pursued that rationale to the fullest.

"... what, that psychopath..."

"... I don't know what position you're in, but you say that a lot and you've never been excluded from society before..."

"... No, maybe you're choosing more words, guiding your thoughts to good health, or brainwashing your mouth..."

Makoto, Haruna, and Tatsuya divulge their honest thoughts in a dry voice, feeling a soothingly unspeakable creepiness in an overly different atmosphere and expression. I'm just being targeted, and Macro can't even try to comment.

What is unusual is that the man in front of him believes and does not doubt that he is right. He is a kind of guy commonly found in so-called fanatics and fundamentalists, who, when in a particular genre, enters into conversation but ceases to communicate with one another.

To be clear, it is still easier to deal with things like mafias and yakuza for negotiations to be concluded if interests and facades are taken into account.

People who deepen resentment with people who blindly believe they are righteous are difficult to deal with as far as getting into the ten fingers as the conversation is going to be established.

"Thanks to people like you who don't understand common sense and understand that human rights are humane, righteous allies like me feel narrow shoulders. Totally lamentable."

"Exactly. Perpetrator rationale for crime victims to induce crime is unacceptable, both personally and personally."

A man who leaks his thoughts in a dry voice and says something to Tatsuya that makes him want to penetrate what it is like to be annoyed and irritated by the way he keeps his attitude covered in a masculine manner. A finally recovered cop interrupts as he retrieves his notebook so that he can put it over the man's dialogue.

"... police do it!?

"Why do you have a cop!?

Just to the presence of a cop, with a tracker woman making a scene like she ate a bubble except one. Only one of them, a woman locking on the face of a macro and glittering with a glitzy eye.

A macro noticed the woman, sighing deeply, slips past the side of spring vegetables and comes forward.

"... Tajima next at the mouth... I was unanimously sent to juvie, and you still think you're right?

"Do that for granted. Why are you being treated like a criminal when you're just trying to trash a piece of junk that makes people sin at the service of society?"

"Whatever the reason, assaults and forcible break-ins into visiting apologetic wards are usually criminal. Hey, officer?

"I don't know. I can't tell you anything because they asked me about the background details, but from what I hear, I can tell you that your ladies resent the past, and that they probably put you in juvie and make fun of things like that."

Tajima turns into a ghostly shape and blushes as she sees it, even told by cops who, on the contrary, do not even have jurisdiction, who would undoubtedly not know about past incidents among the Higashi.

A Tajima group girl, who was looking at that face, hurries to speak to Tajima.

"Cui, let's not do this anymore!

"Oh yeah! Let's just say I've been thinking about it for a long time, but, yeah, I'm focused on things like adding and subtracting East, so think about the future!?

"I don't know, you and Manami are like that, so they think we're the same! Really, yeah, add or subtract, yeah, annoying!

Regardless of the first one, after that, the girls say things like doing a brilliant transfer of responsibility for things. Tatsuya watching it accidentally puts a bossy penetration in.

"I don't think she's the stepdaughter I was able to tell you guys about going around on the chase side anyway."

"We have joined together and we have joined together!

"Isn't that like confessing that you haven't made any progress with Hiro's time? 'Cause even when you were Hiro, you didn't want to be part of it, did you?

Groups of Tajima girls who are so thoroughly truncated and stuck in words from adult, levels of good-looking that are rarely there either. In the meantime, Tajima's atmosphere is becoming more and more dangerous.

"Hong-jun..."

"This time, why don't you just run away and hide behind Spring Vegetables?"

"But..."

"It's okay. It's nothing compared to freaking out and letting your people die."

Spring vegetables that obviously have a pale complexion and look worryingly at a trembling macro all over their bodies. Even though she is not the woman who broke into the hospital room and tried to strangle her, she is still one of those who forced her to eat chocolate. So, it just doesn't seem like I can contain my fears no matter what I see in Spring Vegetable's eyes.

But I can also understand the ambition that if I don't get over this, there won't be any ahead of me. If we water our macro readiness here, we may lose an opportunity to permanently overcome one past that needs to be overcome.

All it takes is a mindset to be able to interrupt for times when things can be made into spring vegetables that can no longer only be bystanders, praying that the macro will be a little easier.

With that feeling in mind, gently place one hand on the back of the macro and hold the macro's hand with the other hand.

Did you convey your feelings from the hand you shook, Hiroshi shook back Spring Vegetable's hand, and you let go of your hand softly and step forward further as you did.

"I already am. Anyway, I'm a future perpetrator. If I did that, I'd send my classmates to hell to annoy others no more, whether they die sick or cry, at least for their social contributions. Am I?"

"Really, add or subtract!

Mitsuri yells at Tajima for making a shocking statement. Tajima gazes loudly at that Mitsuri.

"Um! How could you cry for a classmate in your situation? In the first place, if you or Nishioka or Yokoyama died of illness or accident at the time, you could have cried or something!

"Don't be so cool, Root Dark, and Asari with you! All my other classmates are crying, but only one of them is a decent person!

"I didn't say anything bad about my dead daughter. I treat myself as an aggressive thief and face the Virgin by allowing her to be tailored to the bad guy with a match pump, and I can grieve and cry for the sexually evil woman who pretended to shelter and grease on the surface while leading an even more absurd bully behind it. That's weirder as a human being!

Three people: Haruyaki, Tatsuya and Makoto, who listen to information that doesn't come out from the perspective of Hiroshi alone and somehow understand one end of the reason why they've been screwed so far. Most importantly, none of the understanding convinces me of the treatment of the macro.

"Look, you still don't have a busy personality, like a person who would be the target of bullying, do you? You should just kill them so you don't get any more perpetrators."

"The developed countries that admit it are awesome, and as police officers, I don't know how to protect the security of such countries. At last, no matter how clean the excuse, if he's killed in this case, the current killer of the murder without any extenuating circumstance or"

A man who suddenly pinches his mouth with radical and noisy remarks and a policeman who immediately dismisses that opinion in response to the dispute between Mitsuri and Tajima.

"Do you think we have the same opinions?

"Oh, my God! Because of one of your cases, you're currently being bullied in high school! If you admit it, they'll kill us, too!

"And in our case, that's the reason why we can't deny it extra because we deserve it!

When Macho hears with the surrounding woman without hiding her awkward expression, it's time for them all to rush back to the word of denial. It seems that we have finally understood how lethal the reasoning we used in the past to self-justify our deeds is, rather than the statement of the other person we are part of.

"Did you complain about me or Mr. Matsushima?

"... you know, no matter how bad you are, you don't need to get involved and pay compensation. If you get treated like this, you can complain and be stupid."

"Especially Matsushima. If she hadn't done all that, she wouldn't have eaten the press. We wouldn't have been interrupted. So some daughters failed the center exam or failed the exam in the first place, so why should they be resented?"

"I know what you're trying to say, but that's why the old man put me there and actually acted with Tajima, so we changed nothing from when we were in middle school. Besides, you push all the blame on Tajima, and what you're doing is exactly like it was back then."

……

I was told Zubari by a macro, stuck in words and surrounded by silent and nagging. Even if I argue any more to escape responsibility, I seem to know it's just ugly.

Meanwhile, the contention between Tajima and Mitsuri is heating up more and more, and each other's shapes are terrifying.

Regardless of Tajima, who had such a horrible look from the start that she couldn't face it directly, Mitsuri looks so fierce that she doesn't think she's a woman who's been crying because she says she'll be killed. It would be interesting to see how things have changed so far in this short period of time and what the hell happened in her.

"It's hard to say, and there's no justification for us at the time of the violent act! Yes, add or subtract, Tajima Tsuishi (Emerald)!"

"Don't call me by my full name!!

Tajima's behavior, which had already reached a dangerous area, finally crosses the line in a word of Mitsuri, who seems to have cut off somewhat puffy.

Tajima, who was called by his full name to pass the cut, punches Hikari with all his might, unloading the bag he was carrying and removing the bottle and lighter from inside.

"Here, old man! Get out of my way!

"I'm not interrupting anything. It's just that the direction you want to go happens to be where I want to stand."

"Oh, already! You're under arrest for obstruction of justice!

A policeman who was stunningly obstructed and ultimately failed to stop the assault injury in an attempt to seize Tajima, who was still about to beat him, throws a man at him and suppresses him, handcuffs him in the back of his hand and rolls him.

Also in the meantime, Tajima opens the lid of the bottle and pulls out the cloth inside, throwing it towards Mitsuri, who is rolling a few meters away by igniting with a lighter.

A representative example of an illegal item, a flame bottle, that can be easily made for a price if you just make it. If we were to smuggle it, it seemed that even if Tajima had it, it wouldn't have even led to arrest, just that it would probably be the hardest to get a leg on it.

"Shit!"

Cops jammed by old men and tongued without being able to deal with the most dangerous substitutes on the spot. He no longer has the means to deal with the flame bottles thrown.

Whatever you think, it's inevitable to strike straight into the light. The next moment when everyone thought so, except a few, someone interrupts the flame bottle at the time it reaches near the parabolic heavenly edge, knocking it down in a direction where no one or building exists.

"Really, yeah, add or subtract it!

Hiroshi slamming down the flame bottle yells so loudly at Tajima. All Osaka groups except Tajima, who were on the spot, flicker for a moment at that anger that unconsciously put the outface on.

But Tajima, who is no longer completely insane due to too much anger and hatred, even began to shake off that out-face and storm the Hiroshi.

"Really, let's cut it out."

Tajima, who should have started the assault, suddenly reversed the scenery and was even less able to get around. I hear a clean voice in that confused head. Long blonde hair in corner of vision.

The confusion subsides in about a few seconds, and I twist my neck just to see the face of the woman who would be holding herself down when I figure out what's going on.

There, as expected, is the annoyingly beautiful face of a foreign woman who interrupted me with those hands, including a security buzzer.

"Why are you interrupting me!

"Whatever the reason, it's natural to seize someone who's throwing a flame bottle or trying to stab someone, right? Besides, you can't force someone to beat you up and get hurt."

In response to Tajima screaming hatefully as she was about to get out, the seized blonde, Spring Vegetable, tells her to teach lightly, with a sad look on her beautiful face.

In the meantime, not to let it do any more extra, Makoto, who was moving at the same time as Hiroshi, is collecting Tajima's luggage and handing it over to the cops, putting out the flame bottle fire with a fire extinguisher Tatsuya brought from inside in case.

"Yeah, add or subtract. Ya!

"If you let go, who are you going to beat up? Hiroshi, or Nagai?

Spring Vegetables heartily sad to hear that to Tajima, who has not yet given up its attacks over this period. Either way, if you let it go, it's an attempted murder, or if you do poorly, it's just more murder.

Even if reconciliation with Tajima is no longer possible, if more victims are added, the resentment of that family can turn to the macro. Before that, I can't see Yukari's efforts wasted on reflecting and regenerating because of it or trying to put up his body to stop the incident, even though it turned out to be counterproductive.

"It's okay to let go now, young lady."

"Yes."

Cops who finish handling dangerous goods and come to detain Tajima instead of spring vegetables. Spring vegetables that look at it and finally decide that the situation is over and out of strength.

There, Heavenly Sound, which would be the key to this post-processing, finally came out of the Osaka outpost after finishing this one, which had to do with Yukari.

"Sorry. I was going to come back sooner..."

"It sounds like you had to be an aunt, and I can't help it all this time"

"But, Higashi, you and Haruna even made it dangerous, and that's Nagai over there? Looks like he's been beaten up normally to..."

"We would like you to accompany us to the station after treatment and ex-post processing."

"I intend to accompany you more than originally, but before I do, let me just treat Nagai first. I'm a girl, so it's just possible that there could be traces on my face..."

"... right. Then, in the meantime, we'll call for backup and verify the scene."

That said, a cop who calls for backup on his phone and computer, while he starts processing things. In the meantime, Tajima, who also summons, and the man who continues to condemn all the humans on this occasion with inexplicable reason.

"No more, no more! It doesn't matter to me anymore! I didn't do anything!

One of the surroundings over the limit in a series of things grows up crying as the thread of tension breaks with the tidying up of the matter. With it, the other girls start crying.

"... I'm ready, but the aftertaste is bad..."

"... I don't think there was anything I could do about it more than screw it up so far, but you couldn't stop the recidivism after all..."

"... Depending on the genre, I'm sure it will unfold after this, but honestly I won't be happy with that..."

"There's a part of me that greased the fire because I came here, and I figured for a little while, look, come here. Was it Akane?

"No, if Hiro hadn't come, Mr. Matsushima would certainly have been too late. Besides, it wouldn't have mattered much if he'd come this way."

The crying surroundings and the scathing Tajima, and the man who continues to prolong and denounce the highs that caused it. Hongda makes a bitter face of a kind that is difficult to describe to such a strangely irremediable, just badly aftertasted result.

"This is probably the tip of the iceberg or something, but when are we going to be able to get back to the tide...?

"I don't know, but I can't let the boulders go home for graduation, I should"

"If I did it, yeah, but..."

"Whatever it is, I've always been with you, Hiroshi. Even if I get resented instead, I will definitely remain on your side."

"I'm sorry about that..."

While I felt sorry for the whole way through spring vegetables in many ways, I was no longer by lunch in the mood and circumstances, and by putting my thoughts on the contents of the refrigerator that I had yet to see, etc., it was a macro that managed to brake on the feeling that I was going to go as depressed as possible.