Chapter 151: 151 Three Preambles

The mansion passed through the depressed woods.

It was once called the Cat Mansion there. It is a name given that a magician with terrible powers lives in it, and is full of the incarnate cats he has created.

It was called by the Lord of the Mansion and by the Lord and the familiar sorcerers by his name with a certain familiarity, but now it is decaying without the shadows to see.

I don't even see a cat. I don't have to check to understand how this happened, Shizuno Rei, who visited the Cat Mansion.

The beautiful blonde green-eyed boy had a worried look on his face. Everything is within prediction. Thinking about the person you are going to meet, which will come to your attention in the future, I feel heavy.

"Milk, ebony"

Before the gates of the decaying mansion, confirming the two cats, white and black, Tired called the names of each cat.

Of the two cats, the black cat rushes over looking tired and ringing. The white cat just turned her shiny eyes tired and snorted.

"You guys were... alive, weren't you? No… is it correct that you stayed…"

Crouching down, stroking the throat of a black cat, tired of talking.

Open the door and go inside. It is a Japanese-style mansion.

Surprisingly, even though the mansion's garden was rough all-you-can-look and about to decay, the interior was well maintained. It's as if people live and live.

I know all about what that means and who's taking care of it. Though I am certain that it is not the Lord of this mansion at least.

Black and white cats run before tired. I'm leading you down to the Lord of the Mansion. Tired follows it.

I went up the stairs and opened the lid before the two cats stopped. Seeing the person there, as expected, Tired narrowed his eyes pitifully.

A man in a white kimono in his late twenties sat on a tatami and looked up at the ceiling with a frightened face. No, I'm actually relieved. From the end of the half-opened mouth, the saliva continues to drip. It is already equal to having no will of your own.

"It seems unusual... Are you the ones changing clothes?"

Talking to the cats at his feet, the black cat roared more abominably and nodded. I can imagine that they probably also provide care such as excretion.

"Shiro Kusa Tsukiyu"

Tired calls the name of a man who is relieved.

No response. I don't even have a reaction. But his voice would be heard, and tired spoke with certainty, even if he did not have to look at this one to pass it on to the other with signs.

"I knew you couldn't... Kashiro. You've done exactly what I warned you."

Two cats disappeared distracted. The fusima closes. I'm not tired of closing it. Of course I'm not a frightened man. It's a cat.

"Humans are - no, all creatures shine only in the prescribed time. I have said many times that it is unnatural, contrary to the laws of this world, such as eternal life. My... that's what that strange apprentice said. You didn't hear it."

It's usually a rough way to talk, but at that time it was more fluent than usual. This is what happens when you're serious.

"Having eternal life is tantamount to treason to this world... The world will not allow it. Only those who can endure eternal life can continue to resist the world. Only those who have crossed the limits of their souls"

The legendary demon, who has maintained his beauty to the divine and the appearance of a boy for hundreds of years, affirms pimply. I don't want to be proud of myself for conforming to what I'm saying right now, but I thought I was tired right after I said it, not to get a little disgusted.

"But not all those who have past lives, including me, keep that mind normal... Once this happens, there's a big price to pay.... Are you listening? Kanshiro."

A grain of tears spills out of a man's eyes, as if to echo a tired voice.

Seeing that makes tiredness an indescribably pathetic look. It didn't seem like my heart had completely decayed, but it would be a matter of the earliest time. Leave the room without saying anything more.

Probably never see each other again. Those whose hearts have died cannot live long, even if they can only live their lives.

Even if the nature of immortality is acquired to stop the ageing of the flesh, only the righteous can stop the ageing of the spirit. Only that limited number of people can be called 'those with a life past', or 'overlife', and become true immortals.

"Yes... that's quite a price to pay... Me too... The price for violating the laws of the world."

Shortly after he whines masochistically, he meets his eyes with the two cats who were in the hallway. Tired smiled lightly, leaving the cat mansion behind as it was.

That was about seventy years ago.

Residents on the back streets basically try to keep their business to themselves and avoid any other interference they can.

Neither do the police actively control the residents of the back streets, but they remain silent about those who have gone too far into criminal activity. For example, if there is a visible homicide, there can be an investigation and an arrest. The case itself can also be rubbed off, but that is subject to limited conditions.

No, there's a write-off command out of the 'hub' that divides the back street before the police can keep an eye on it. The extreme insecurity on the front streets is because it is an unwelcome development to try from the back streets.

Very few, but some continue to survive the central decision to wipe them out. They are extremely armed and dangerous, called 'taboos'.

The Pharmaceutical Buddha City Police Department, like the police stations in other dark-designated cities, was staffed with selected police officers who were particularly adept at roughing up the backstreets so as not to draw on the rough guys.

Instead of pistols, which have been used extensively for centuries, pocket pistols, pencil guns, etc. such as delinger are planted under the sleeve, and machine pistols, etc. are also supplied. So much so that the baton carries the electronics.

But they don't move. Everyone in Medicine Buddha City knows that they will not answer any of the requests of citizens in trouble in the back streets or mafia. Every police officer who holds the position of Medicine Buddha gives priority to his or her own cuteness. Of course some police officers didn't, but such decent officers are quickly flown elsewhere.

That's because of the rise of the Mafias, a different realm from the back streets, even though the Medicine Buddha City is far more dangerous than other dark cities. If you try to protect your citizens properly, you have a high chance of dying. Therefore, the police officers do not try to protect the citizens.

The officers are scattered in the ground floor hall of the Pharmaceutical Buddha City Police Station. It's not a metaphor, it's literal, it's less than ten centimeters of meat. Dozens of cops are so scattered that they don't even know the prototype. Not disconnected. They are torn apart.

A space full of smells of blood, nitrous smoke and filth. Blood covering one side of the floor. There are only four survivors. One is a male cop who is now slightly torn from the end part of his body. One man, with his fearful grip and strength, will tear the human body apart so easily that it becomes a piece of flesh - that is, Teng himself, who created this tragedy. One dressed like a dog crawling and squatting, a lady cop holding her head and trembling. And the other, the trembling girl.

"Well, it was fun inside."

With a slight laugh, he rips off the cop's chest and takes every single rib, and the bloody man with his whole body turns back makes an awesome grin on his bright red stained face with returning blood.

Men are in their mid to late twenties. The brown skin makes you ask about drawing the blood of immigrants or immigrants, and their height is clearly over 190.

He wears high-exposure clothing that all-backs reddish hair and boasts muscles. A muscular, but sleek shape, not an enlarged macho, with no extra meat whatsoever, the owner of supple muscles. A conspicuous, well-lit face with a very long face, high nose beams and deep carvings would fall into the category of a beautiful man enough, but its grin, lifted wide up the edge of his mouth, highlights the fierce and fierce impression.

He puts his hand in the back of his chest laughing naggingly, pulls out his heart, and manages to look fun over the face of a still alive cop.

He was originally a cop with a look of despair, but he was shown his heart, and the color of that despair darkened even more. After seeing the cop's reaction, the man asks him to throw his heart unconstitutionally far away.

The lady cop, who was crawling on the floor and trembling, recognized that her fate would come down on her own, and almost all her emotions had died, but only one, and if there was survival somewhere in the station, she prayed that she would not come down to the ground floor before this man walked away.

"Oh, dear."

The man put his hands behind his back on the woman's neck and threaded it gently.

Seeing the face of a desperate woman, the man laughed contentedly, away from the woman. At the tip of it, some of the hair that is all-back drips forward, and the man glides it back in a noisy fashion.

"I don't know, it's surreal. Just the opposite of the neck or something."

As he crawled and poked his ass up, only his neck turned toward the remains of a dressed lady policeman who looked up at the ceiling on his back, the man told.

How this happened is really simple. I came to the police station to break it down because someone I didn't like happened to be a police officer.

Then he also broke all the police officers in the precinct who got in the way. That's all we're talking about. This man had as much power as he could do that on foot and with no hesitation he had a thought circuit to run. It will therefore be designated a taboo.

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"It's over."

The man drops his gaze beside him with a fierce look on his face. At the end of her gaze, one girl perched on the floor and trembled in the tragedy played out in front of her. The age would be between ten and twelve.

"I took revenge on you. I used the position of a cop and his father to toy with you and his shitty buddies, and I broke it all the way I wanted."

The girl's tremor stopped. There was a gentle grin on the face of a man dripping blood back. I just saw that, and I lost my fear.

This horrible man was equal to the Prince of the White Horse to the girl. I saved myself from hell, and I succeeded in all the ghosts of hell, and I also shot the girl in the heart.

"So, it's Blue. If you don't want to go, will you come to us? My husband has one more kid, and he doesn't care."

In a big hand full of blood offered, the girl, called Blue, also reaches out. The man's hand grabbed the blue hand and pulled it up all at once.

The brown-skinned man walks out of the police station in a bloody outfit, holding hands with the girl and gently walking through the city. The man walks without any reaction, even when he sees the people he goes to turn away from him in a slight face or in a rush.

As he was walking, he felt a vibration in his pocket and took out his fingertip phone.

"What are you doing, Cass?"

There was a heterogeneous sounding voice, as if it had even been called in a voice changer. Though for a man it is a voice he could hear.

"I was just playing a little bit because I'm free"

My hair around the top of my temple drips forward again, and I pay it back with my fingers to answer.

"The center has decided to dispose of you." We'll have a central assassin over there in a minute. "

"Looking forward to that. If it wasn't for Taboo's eleventh, I'd be foiled, too."

The man laughs invincibly.

"If that's all, there's still talk of Ashiya Kurodo coming to Pharmaceutical Buddha City. If you run into him, run away, bokeh. '

"Huh? Who are you talking to?"

The grin disappears lightly and the man's face looks grumpy and distorted.

"You are one of the greatest masterpieces I have ever made. But it's still far from Ashiya. '

On the way over, the man hung up his phone. For he believed and did not doubt that whoever he was could not lose, that he was the strongest. I didn't want to refuse to admit it, such as being denied headless, and I couldn't help but be angry.

The phone rings again. I wanted to ignore it, but I'm an irreversible opponent, and I have no choice but to take it.

'Don't hang up on me on the way. I'll kill you.'

A mechanical sounding voice tells angrily.

"Come back soon. Let's go to the amusement park."

"Not again... it's the second time this week, right? You'll only be in the Ferris wheel anyway, so you can already live in the Ferris wheel."

halfway into a sigh mix, the man said.

"Ah? I'm going to the aquarium, too. Heavy rides and shards. I mean, I can't ride. Come back soon, Noroma. I'll go to the amusement park if you're put up in Ashiya. '

Hang up again. Now I also turned it off. The other person is his Lord - but no, that's why it's on my mind to be assured of my defeat to this other person. If this happens, I will return whatever it takes to that Ashiya and I will decide in my heart to do it in return.

That was twelve years ago.

- Discussion on Arlaune -

The vampire virus has been created by Grass Dew Milk, one of Japan's three most dangerous and brilliant mad scientists known as the Three Crazies, and is being spread by Sea Chihuahua, a terrorist group that is cordial with the environmental protection group Grim Penis.

In Japan, artificial blood distribution, etc. is carried out to infected people, but there is severe discrimination under water, and infected people cannot publicly disclose that they are infected. Infected minors cannot appeal to their parents even if they are infected, and in many cases they commit violent, impulsive assaults and murders without being able to consume blood.

In Europe and the United States, such as being placed in segregated facilities, in some countries, it is subject to more severe discrimination than in Japan because of religious beliefs.

There are still no reports of onset in our country. Suspicions of cover-up arise, but no one prys. Even if it develops, it can also be seen as a size that can be concealed.

The theory that the virus originated from Arlaune is very powerful.

Ten years ago, the Arlaune monstrosity disturbed, but it is not surprising that the mysterious organic matter was able to reflect the thoughts of men and encourage evolution, thus creating a virus that embodies mythology and inheritance.

It is also likely that grass dew milk, a vampire virus producer, utilized Arlaune, even from the fact that it was within the daytime joint Arlaune research team.

Once the three fanatics were at the core of the JALLAUNE research team during the day, but at the instigation of the U.S.-China War, the national traffic during the day was cut off, the team broke down in the air and the research was thwarted.

At that time, the original of Arlaune was taken away by someone, and both governments are following its whereabouts during the day.

Three fanatics also brought up copies of Arlaune, but they also didn't seem to have grasped the original location.

There are several indications that they were looking for the original whereabouts. Even the great monster that appeared in Tokyo Bay, seeing that it had evolved from a copy, the power and potential of the original is immeasurable.

Three fanatics in possession of copies of Arraune - Grass Dew Milk, Junko Snowoka and the Fumizaki Sword - are still seen as ongoing research.

Grass dew milk, in particular, may also be seen as a fairly advanced study due to the creation of its fruitful vampire virus.

Grass dew milk only shows up online. This mysterious figure is even rumored to be data with a derived self in the computer world because there is no trace of him appearing on the surface stage.

If it had been before the year 208x, it would have smiled, but now that the existence of the Spirit Soul has been demonstrated, the story that the Spirit is electronically lowering its roots into the computer world can be a great possibility, not a myth.

The influence and visibility of the three fanatics is also immense in the Japanese backstreet society, making it one of the living legends of the backstreet.

It is dangerous to lay hands on the detours, but those who seek to reveal the identity of the grass dew milk remain unknown, although we have also investigated it on numerous occasions.

The only thing that turns out is that one of the more ancient witchcraft genres present in this country is a monogamous genre called Grass Dew Stream.

But it's also the last thing that interrupts Shiro Kusaru's record. Since the last name Grass Dew is very rare in Japanese surnames, it was thought that there might be some association with Grass Dew Milk, but the association is unknown.

In addition, the theory that Battle Creature, which was first put into operation in the US-China War, was also able to be bioweaponized by smooth genetic manipulation because of the implantation of Arlaune - which naturally does not copy and is a recopy - at the production stage.

When we heard about the US putting Battle Creature biological weapons into our country during the US Medium Wars, we thought both the military and the government at the time were Yotai, but when it was actually put in, it caused far more damage than we could have imagined, making it impossible to laugh.

Our country also succeeds in producing and mass-producing Battle Creatures at an alarmingly early stage. The result was a level that did not take any pull from that in the United States, and was significantly higher in terms of production. There is also a theory that Takahiro Kato stole data from the United States, brought it into our country, and that our research institutes imitated it.

Among the scientists who were on the Japan Joint Research Team before the Great War, Junko Yukioka, one of the three fanatics, had moved to the U.S. Army during the Great War, so it is likely that Junko Yukioka was involved in the manufacture of Battle Creatures in his country.

Genetic engineering is now more developed than thirty years ago, so it is possible to produce more lethal battle creatures, even without the genome of Arlaune.

But if the original Arlaune was discovered, which remained unknown for more than thirty years, and this was analyzed, there can be no doubt that a more powerful biological weapon could be launched.

No, we're not talking about staying only with biological weapons. I can assure you that Arlaune's original could revolutionize all living beings on the planet today.

- Final -

Wang Xiulan, captain of the special task force Brick, Wang Xiulan, last saw this report two years ago. It seems that it was written six years ago.

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