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A strangely dressed girl who shows up in front of me stares at the truth, slightly struggling. The truth broke through at a glance that he was clearly not the only one.

Makoto Aizawa - Are you Junko's long-awaited prince?

A strange sounding voice. I can't tell between a man and a woman, a voice that sounds like I'm using voice changer or voice software, but it sounds all around me. That's the voice I heard on the phone once.

The direction in which the voice spoke is not from the girl in true sight. The girl hasn't opened her mouth in the first place. But I can't identify where it came from.

"That was late. Who's the prince?"

True said looking at the girl.

"I'm not the one there. His name is Cocoon. It's my mouse. '

Voices echo from another place.

"Khuuu..."

The girl in front of me roars and comes close to the truth. I don't feel like killing, but I see the truth with a strong struggling eye, so I'm alert so I can react immediately.

"Wow."

Approaching true proximity, the cocoon offered its hand toward the true one, with its mouth wide open and roaring. I see a dog tooth that develops like a vampire and pointy.

No sign of an attack yet. I don't even feel malicious. But I know you're obviously willing to fight. I wonder what really happened to the behavior of the cocoon as if I were looking for it in a handshake.

"... cocoon, because you don't have to do anything like that"

"What are you going to do, this?

"Maybe I saw a prowl before this and the baby faces were shaking hands with each other before the game but it's affecting them..."

To the true question, the voice answers with a bewildering sound.

"I see. That was a bad guess. I like prowlers, too."

Truth responds to the cocoon handshake, as if convinced.

"Ugh."

The cocoon laughs happily. A fang mixed in a nice bright white tooth with teeth appeared oddly impressively in the true eye.

The cocoon turns its back truly and walks out.

"Keep up."

"What are you going to do? You're not gonna let me do the deal?

Turning to the commanding voice, the truth asks, as usual, with a voice lacking in discouragement, but in the heart I remembered slight frustration and bewilderment.

"Don't rush, cuss. Let's start by observing what Junko Yukioka's murder doll looks like. We'll talk about it later."

A teasing sounding voice. Honestly, at this point, I was in the mood to stop doing business with this person, but I will put up with it as just tentative for purpose.

Follow after the cocoon and truly enter the building.

Hallway with peeled off decorations on one side of the wall. There are also cracks on the walls and they collapse everywhere. The tiles on the floor were also broken, peeled off the floor and scattered.

"Kuuuuuuuuuu"

The cocoon stops and looks back, staring at the truth in a temperamental form. Get true nostalgia and cross the cocoon with the gaze.

The air strains just the visual kills. Even though the tremendous killings that are familiar from the truth are often abundant, the cocoon has increased the fighting feeling that it cannot be contained without flinching at all.

'You don't have to give me a break. You're the one who can, aren't you? Let's get started. "

In response to his voice, the cocoon truly flies with a fierce dash while still fisting empty-handed.

The truth of pulling out the gun was slightly faster, pointing the muzzle towards the cocoon.

The trigger is pulled at close range. Regardless, if they're human, they know they're mice, and they're pointing to test themselves, so they're pretty powerful mice. Probably won't die to the extent of the shooting, I truly know.

Three bullets shoot through the chest. The cocoon collapses slightly due to impact.

"Uhhhhhh!

But it never collapses on the spot, and when he looks up and stares at the truth and growls, the cocoon turns true again. while spraying blood by bullets.

(Expect the meat solution to work, do you like bugs?)

For immortal mouse control, bullets with solution that do not work regenerative functions and also have a cell-destructive effect were used, but may not work for some mice.

The hand of a cocoon in the shape of a hook claw waves with a true head roll. Fast but also inevitable. Truth was I was going to sweep back and fight back, but the moment I turned my torso, something completely unexpected happened.

From the arms of the wiggled cocoon, red like liquid fell down from the true neck to the top.

"Come on, are we done early?"

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My voice squeaks like a bore.

Something like a red, undulating slime snaps into the right half of each of his true neck, head and face, and even more so as if he was willing. True to its disgust and sudden, nearly confusing, but desperately trying to maintain reason and pluck it away.

But it snapped firmly into his face, and it was only a part of him trying to pluck it with his hands, and the rest is moving to penetrate his mouth, ears, and nose.

Even more surprisingly, the right hand of the cocoon had disappeared. When I saw it, I understood that the truth was that it was the right arm of the perverted cocoon that was now snagging at my head.

(I see, that's the kind of mouse)

True to drop the gun and scratch the red mucus on his face, desperate with both hands.

I didn't expect to be able to drop everything, but the remnants I had left clutching to my hands and face naturally left me out of the truth and fell to the floor. The scattered, half-liquefied red flesh pieces stick together one after the other, eventually returning to the hand of the cocoon, shaping the original hand and changing the color to the original skin tone.

"So neither guns nor meat solutions work. A subtly different alternative to regenerative abilities."

"The boulder is Junko's servant, I like to guess. I'd like to have both of you apprentice. As you can see, this is more about physical dispersion and union than regeneration. '

A voice like impressed.

"An abnormal regenerative ability, as is common in Junko's work, uses too much force for that matter. Maybe it's the limits of life on Earth around here. But if you can zoll the flesh in liquid form, how about it? If it is to liquefy and heal dispersed flesh as a solid, it requires significantly less energy than the impossible rapid regenerative capacity '

(The ability to regenerate the good moon is also quite amazing, but is this even more on top of it in a way? although it is also a difference in quality)

When I heard the narrative of my voice, I truly thought. And while I'm explaining, I read the air, and the cocoon doesn't try to attack me.

"Ma, this guy's real top is coming up. Cocoon, show him. '

"Kuh."

Variations occur in the whole body of the cocoon according to the voice. When I wondered if my skin had instantly stained bright red, I left my T-shirt and liquefied it and fell zero on the floor, creating something like a red water reservoir. Shortly afterwards, the bubbles began with tremendous momentum from the red water reservoir.

The amount of foam increases sharply in front of you, and the foam itself grows larger. As if it had increased its volume, instantly the red foam fills the front of the aisle.

What happens if you are touched by bubbles or covered? I can imagine some, but it doesn't make a difference that it doesn't taste good. Even if it wasn't poisonous or acid-like, it would just be out if it got intruded into your body. What now stuck on my true face earlier was about to enter my true body.

I don't think the bullet will work. Freeze grenades seem valid, but that is not in the spirit of this battle. They want to try. By contrast, you won by relying on Junko's inventions, only to be underestimated.

(No, then can you say the same for the meat solution)

I thought of myself laughing bitterly in my head, and the truth is, I miss guns.

'Mm-hmm? What are you gonna do?

"A body that liquefies, is less likely to be physically attacked, and sticks easily even if it's ripped off, or... It's a cliché. Even Snow Oka wouldn't make such a thing. Embarrassed."

Towards the surprised voice, the truth retreats and squeals as it boils and looks at the impending bubbles.

"Ah? Then you haven't escaped, and try to defeat the cliché."

"First of all, I'm better at speed, and this is the only way this guy can beat me. Don't you see that?

"What are you talking about, this guy? Simple physical shocks hardly work on cocoons. And slaughter, of course. In this small space, there's no speed, no shit. '

A tone as if you seriously doubt the other person's sanity.

"I mean, I don't know. Right? If you'd fought this guy with my physical specs, you'd have lost."

True to stir towards the Lord of the Voice.

(I like the ones around here)

I dropped my eyes on the floor and glanced at the teasing rubble, and Truth stopped my leg and caught me.

"What..."

At the same time my voice tried to say something, the truth was I threw the debris falling on the floor towards the bubble or gradually.

The direct foam bursts, but that's all. Bubbles again soon. But when it burst, the bubble only stopped moving in order to foam anew.

Now I saw it as a desk, and the truth was I took one tile of the floor and jumped into the bubble.

As you land on the foam in a relatively thin area, press the tile in both hands onto the foam and crush it straight to the floor. He then rushes out dressed with his hands on the tile, as if to rag it as it were, crushing the bubbles one after the other with the friction between the tile and the floor.

'Whoa, hey, fool, don't. Surrender. Come on, don't.'

Hearing the wolfish voice, Truth stops tiling and rises in the bubble. All the bubbles bounce off and disappear, returning to the red liquid.

'Sure, you're faster, so even if they jump into the cocoon, they won't catch you. But it's an idea. "

"Uhhhhhhh"

A cocoon that gathers red liquid and returns to its human form makes a cry. My face is also making me cry like it hurts. I don't see any trauma, but also considering that my voice made an immediate stop, I truly decided that the attack due to friction now would have been quite effective.

"Time to show yourself, grass dew milk. You have a reason why I have to be hiding?

True called to the Lord of the Voice.

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