Chapter 1105: 1105 1

The earth lit red by the sunset. Red dyed blood from just a fraction of the earth and the wreckage of folding children.

He wonders if there is anyone in that big picture on the wall who doesn't shake his heart.

Careless, but this makes me feel artistic. The sight of the truth that exists in this world. People see this brutal one picture and it is shaking their minds violently.

Many of the other pictures are similar. It's adorned with all the tragic pictures of the battlefield that make me want to cover my eyes. And here's the purpose of this photo exhibition. To convey the truth that there is such an act out of humanity - not to cause such a tragedy.

A tragedy in the name of truth. The art of being decorated with an absolution mark in the name of tragedy.

Visitors to Harutaro Yasuse Photo Exhibition enjoy their souls trembling when they see photographs depicting cruel and extreme tragedies. Set the absolution mark in your heart, anoint your mind with good intentions and enjoy the sight of an evil hobby tragedy. He - Yoshiku Takada is aware of that.

"Takada, are you here? Thanks."

A middle-aged black man with a mixture of white things on his head laughs lovingly. This is Harutaro Yase, the photographer who opened this photo exhibition. Though he looks completely black, he was born in Japan and raised in Japan, and his name is Japanese.

He is a person as familiar with the back streets as Yoshiku is, but Yoshiku is currently operating almost on the back streets, while Yasuse sells his name on both the back and front streets, he is a free photographer.

"I'll take some amazing shots."

I look at the pictures, and with inclusion, Yoshiku says.

"I can exhibit this way because this is still enough to be shown in public. I have more eggs. Those are unfortunate but they can only be shown online. If you want to see it, you'll see it."

If you can see a site where residents of the back street can see it, it is Yasuse who is urging you in the dark, but honestly, Yoshiku doesn't even want to see such a thing. But I also think that the profession of an informer, for once it would be better to check it out, might be of some use later.

Yoshiku and Yasuse are the pattern between the connection between the information clerks in the back street, but since Yoshiku was a reporter in the apparent era and now works as a journalist specializing in the back street, Yasuse seemed to remember Yoshiku's familiarity.

But Yoshiku saw Yasuse as a frigid old man, and he didn't have a very good image. I don't really like his pictures either.

Neither did I come here to admire the photos. Because I was invited to work.

"I'm looking uncomfortable, and let's get to work. I'm expecting another one."

(The other one?

I didn't hear about that beforehand, so I'm on guard. It could be such a knoll that I don't let them get away with knowing what the job is about.

When Yasuse took me to the canteen, there was someone in the room who I knew for a long time.

"Yikes, Yikes"

A skinny middle-aged man smiles and calls out.

"Dog breeder? Who said..."

"That's what Midori called it, and I was wondering if that's what I'd do. Don't you like it?"

"Wow, I hate it."

In the understatement was a former novelist named Dog Owner Ichi. He also knows about the back street, but he is a troubled person who sticks his neck in trouble just out of curiosity. When I get more frigid, I think Yoshiku sneaks up on me.

"On the recommendation of the dog owner, I spoke to you."

"Really? It's an honor."

Sit back in your chair and mouth a heartless social vocabulary. More than Anse, I think it's just troublesome, even if the dog breeder likes it like a hunk of frigidity. Though he is an unhatable man.

"You know what the Border Irane Press Corps is all about, don't you?

To Anse's words, Yoshiku nods silently.

"What we are actually doing is controlling the media, even though we say that we will protect freedom of the press beyond national boundaries. They're the ones who keep the mass trash all over the world. I won't let them report what they decided they didn't like."

The dog keeper says, laughing naggingly. Even without checking again, I've known that since Shizuku was on the street.

"The biggest source of funding for the Border Irane Press Corps is the private oil field store. The delegates are also with the Demon clan. So when it comes to private oilfielders and the Demon clan, I keep my eyes open to not having any bad press. Reports of the tragic current situation in Palestine and Israel, for example, are also rather bogged down. There are even rumours that national governments are also receiving financial assistance and, at the cost of this, are giving instructions to the upper echelons of national media to avoid inconvenient reporting. Ma, this is frown spit. However, all Japanese advertising companies have shares in private oilfielders, and it seems that they have a honeymoon relationship with private oilfielders and border Iranese press corps, which is a fact. Furthermore, the destination of funds within the organization is unclear, and many parts do not know what they are used for"

The information that Yasuse explains was a substitute that even ostensibly residents would know if they were a bit circumstantial.

"So you finally have an organization similar to Grimm Penis. Righteousness, impartiality, beauty, but the truth is, for the sake of certain countries, companies, groups and peoples, people who try to manipulate information."

In a complicated mood, Yoshiku said. Even when I was once a newspaper reporter, I was made aware of its existence even if I didn't like it. Shizuku himself had a straight temperament, but therefore recognized himself as a very abominable and obnoxious bunch of people. No, I still don't change that perception.

"You talk about openness of information, because what you're actually doing is the exact opposite. In a way, it's a worse organization than Grimm Penis."

Dog breeder with a cold smile and a personal look.

"I want to explore their recent suspicious moves in Japan."

Yasuse touched the core.

"What's a suspicious move?

"Theodore Theon Demon, the representative of the Border Ilane Press Corps, is on his way to Japan. And... Kate Van Dam and Cornelis Van Dam are on their way to Japan right now"

"Is there a connection between the two?

Yoshiku, who has become a reporter mode face, asks Yasuse, who talks in a jaw-mounted pose over her hands.

"You'd know that, wouldn't you? That Van Damme is related to a private oil field store. Luciferin Dust, Sarah Demon, Cornelis Van Damme, and Mika Tsukinawa. It was Takada who did their interview. [M] And I can tell you that Kate Van Damme is related to the entire world press itself"

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"Hmm, manipulating mass garbage from behind is with a private oilfielder"

To Anse's words, the dog keeper supplements.

"I know the press doesn't feel comfortable about Kate, but did Van Damme make a mistake with a private oilfielder?

A questionable long time.

"I thought you'd understand, but didn't you? Vandam and Sarah Demon were tentatively hand in hand because they had a common enemy called Backstreet, but Vandam would have only cooperated extremely passively, wouldn't they?

"I see..."

Yoshiku understands when Yasuse tells me. At the time, Luciferin Dust, who put a private oilfield store on the back, came after herself as she was going around doing interviews. It was Van Damme who showed him his guardianship. Because Luciferin Dust was connected to a private oilfielder, Van Dam's actions can be taken as hostile only.

"Once upon a time, I met and talked to Van Damme, but when I touched on the private oil field store, I spoke clearly of my hostile behavior. While Van Damme was still expanding his grim penis power, he said it was the private oilfielder who was always in the way - that he had been sipped boiled water many times. I guess Grimm Penis and Cornelis Van Damme were in the way, even from the private oilfielder's side, if they were in the way."

"The Demon clan doesn't like to grow up. People like Van Damme, who ran up in one generation at a time, must be neglected."

Shizuku is even more convinced to listen to Yasuse and the dog breeder.

"So, are these two even going to fight?

"That's going to happen. To be precise, the Border Irane press corps is also about to heavily accuse Kate of scandal. My husband Cornelis is a little... but we don't know."

"Again...? Don't punish me."

Yoshiku laughed unexpectedly.

"I'm disqualified as a former newspaper reporter."

But for such a long time reactions, Yasuse has hit a cold glance. A bit of a long time ago, but soon I understand what Yasuse means by words.

"You mean you were asking about the opportunity for a backlash against the media beating that Kate had caused before? I also lifted Kate, not to retain her stature, but to lift her just to lift her up and to push her down to Naruto..."

"I guess that's the thing. Even the morning shitty newspaper you worked for would have done the same thing scattered. Weren't you aware of that?

"Gu......"

To Yasuse's point, Yoshiku roars in his face.

"People are bad, Mr. Yasuse. This guy's still growing up. Teach him kindly."

"We need to be tough because we're growing up."

To the dog breeder who makes the tea, Yasuse says in a teary-eyed tone, laughing frankly.

"If Kate gets attacked again, Van Damme won't shut up this time either."

Trying to change the subject forcefully, Yoshiku said.

"Van Damme became someone who criticized the press for being arrogant but a liar because his wife, Kate, was given away. Before that, he wasn't so openly critical of the press."

And, Yasuse.

"They say it's a psychopath, but you can also say it's extremely emotional and humane around there."

I've actually met Van Damme and talked to him. I'm in law, but I didn't feel like a psychobus. Although I felt that there was a considerable human problem.

"Two reporters who previously accused or slapped Kate are sniffing around Kate again. Hepatic cedar willow meal and belly method."

"Is that them..."

I just heard that name from Anse's mouth and Yoshiku feels bad. Both are highly exposed journalists in the media, but both have extremely poor reputations. They both seem to be hated by their peers.

(Those guys' obsession with Kate is really off track, isn't it? Not just those guys, but all over the world, there are some strange anti-Kate reporters.)

It was a long time before I understood why I learned to rebel against Kate so much. I was wondering if you don't like it so much that you keep doing charity and getting attention.

"We are both instructed by the Border Ilane Press Corps behind us. Thanks to the butt grip, it's moving quite boldly."

"So we're going to talk about sniffing around their stinky asses with even more Yasuse. To scoop them up here before they scoop them up."

"Takada hasn't decided yet."

Dog breeders tear up, Yasuse smiles bitterly and looks at Shizuku, waiting for the answer.

"They are - and so is the Border Irane Press Corps, because you think they are the ones who denigrate the media the other way around. They hate me more than me. That's why I'll do it."

Yoshiku stretched his chest and agreed with a temperamental voice.

"Hey, you said you'd take it on, didn't you?

"I thought he'd come too."

Dog breeder and Yasuse smile face-to-face.

(Mr. Kettlehill wanted to invite you too. But he quit as a journalist and became a summariser for the murder club.)

I remember a journalist I knew, and I regretted it for a long time.

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