It's all one flower.

By noon the following day, the parking lot exit to the road in front of the broadcaster had been cleared.

Medvege turns the truck to the front door with an unsafe handle.

The debris ahead is still untouched, but we figured we could handle it ourselves, and everyone's face was bright.

Get out of the driver's seat and Medvege turns to the carrier.

I unlocked the lock, removed the candle, and operated the tailgate lifting device with a careful hand.

"Oh, you don't have much information."

Squirting and hitting the carrier a little from the lift plate.

The Juvenile Soldier Morphs watched Medvege peeking inside from behind the carrier.

Loads are all things Morph has never seen before. There are many black and square boxes. Many thin bars of silver stand on the floor. Along the way, a black cord stretches and crawls through the floor.

All ten lights line the left wall, close to the ceiling, each leading to a thick cord.

On the wall on the right there was a large drawing of the same show logo as the side of the carrier.

Medvege opens the small door that pokes at him. The light in the rear door doesn't get that far and I don't know what's going on inside.

When the driver did something wrong, the small room lit up. This is followed by a low motor sound, with a white line running in the lower left corner of the carrier.

Boy soldier Morph turned left in surprise.

The line gets thicker and thicker.

... outside.

The walls of the carrier lifted up and the light outside shoots in.

Looking up, the wall broke about a third of the way up and the ceiling widened slightly. From the "added" ceiling, the luminaire drops.

Medvege looked back at the carrier.

"Well, here it is."

The front door of the broadcaster is to the right of the truck.

Medvege walked in front of the morphs, looking at the brightened carrier as he scratched his head.

"That little room had shelves and a desk, and some kind of machine was tightly packed."

"Oh, it must be equipment for live broadcasting. I'm sure it's secured to a shelf or desk with anti-drop protection, and it's hard to remove it."

Cruillo says peeking into the small room over the driver's shoulder.

The employees at the acoustic equipment plant stared around at the carrier and looked back at everyone.

"Let's take off whatever we can and take it to the back room. I'll take it off."

Cruillo goes up to the carrier and removes the parts from the silver bars. I dared not take the parts and put them on the floor and returned with only two sticks.

"Amana, Tis, take the microphone stand"

"Where do you put it?

"Hmm... the room in front of the toilet on the ground floor"

The two girls held one microphone stand tall to their shoulders and ran away.

Quickly remove the remaining three microphone stands and hand them to the green-haired pharmacist (dull), Pina and Juvenile Soldier Morph.

The metal stand was much heavier and colder.

Amana and the others rush back fine in exchange for the Morphs.

When the three of them entered the indicated room, the microphone stand was lined up at the entrance. The pharmacist and Pina of the people of the lake laughed bitterly and put them back at the window with what they had just brought.