Chapter 1840: 1840 3

Five buildings built in valleys in the mountains. All the same height, same look, seven-story building.

Two tents with camouflage pattern are stretched out on the slopes where you can just look down at them.

In front of the tent, two boys were devouring a meal in a lunchbox. One has tall, long hair, about sixteen or seven years old. The other is small, supposedly about thirteen or four years old. They're different types, but they're both beautiful boys.

"I wonder what this fish is today. It has a unique flavour. Doesn't it feel like a fish? Yeah, it's delicious."

Eating the mysterious meat in the lunchbox, the long-haired boy - Shu Hongmori - smiles at the other boy.

"Whatever you think or taste, you're not a fish. This is frog meat."

Makoto Aizawa, the little boy who cooked the dishes, utters a heartbroken voice.

"It was a fish until yesterday, so it was preconceived. Oh, you're definitely a frog. But frogs are surprisingly delicious."

Stuck the boiled toad legs up with chopsticks and say without breaking the refreshing pace, they look delicious and eat into the legs.

"I'm on fire, but they won't notice me?

On the occasion of the two boys eating, the girl in white - Junko Yukioka - shows up and speaks up. Plastic bags are lowered on both hands.

"Ooh, the plug is finally here. It's late, Junko."

"I ran out of food on the way, so it was a self-sufficient day for me to procure food."

Shu welcomed him with a bright smile and True was turning his blame gaze to Junko.

"Excuse me. That wasn't much for the first preparation, was it? It was too empty for me. So, what's the end?

"I was vaguely thinking about spending the rest of my life self-sufficient here because I was too bored with nothing."

True to mouth a difficult dialogue to understand if it's a joke or a sarcasm or a story.

I haven't heard from Ter at all.

The repair shrugs my shoulders.

"Oh well. I think it's going to be a long fight. I couldn't come in here until yesterday because I was responding to political moves, but I'll stick around as much as I can."

"A political move? Does it have anything to do with our client?

Reacting to Junko's words, Shu asks.

"Of course I have that, but I was wondering if I could tell you otherwise"

With a deep mouthfeel, Junko narrowed her eyes.

Why is Takae Takayama in his current situation and what he is now? You fell into a very simple pit of misfortune? Or is it a rigged inevitability?

Takae grew up as the only daughter of a poor family. The family isn't very friendly either. Parents immediately quarrel with their voices absurdly and often hit their daughters. Because of the environment of living with three parents in a 1DK apartment, Takae couldn't avoid a couple quarrels when she was a little girl, and grew up constantly witnessing a quarrel.

He is a parent who never said he would break up no matter how much he fought, but that is not because he considered his only daughter, Takae, separately. Instead, Takae picked it up and did the compensation, because it would be more troublesome to break up, so he had no choice but to stick around, Takae had guessed when he was in middle school.

Although his relatives cared about Takae, Takae himself did not open his heart except his uncle. Because my uncle's relatives other than Manzo Takayama were only posing to worry because he wanted to be a good person, and I could see the heart of not wanting to be involved if possible.

My uncle Manzo and I first met around the end of middle school. Uncle who didn't know it existed until then. He said he was the youngest son of his father and had always been a problem child as a child.

My uncle, who had just been in his thirties, could hear the atmosphere at a glance as if he was not the only one. Takae's intuition discerned that he was not the one leading a normal life.

And when I actually spoke, that turned into certainty. I'm not a boring adult caught in the boundaries of common sense. His uncle, who talks with such a vision as he sees far away and dreams, was the first fine adult and respectable person Takae had ever met in his life.

When he became a high school student, Takae began to run away from home when he couldn't stand the quarrel between his parents, but he was always at his uncle's house when he ran in, so his parents were relieved, and he had nothing to blame strongly.

And one day. When Takae, seventeen-year-old, ran away from home again and rolled in to his uncle, he was reported to have been in a car accident.

Rushing to the hospital, on the bed was the figure of my uncle's vault lying wrapped around in bandages. Takae sees it and tears in public.

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He became half bodily discomfort due to spinal cord injury and was in Takae with his desperate uncle, but when he went to visit one day, Manzo carried a strange story.

"Now... they don't heal in normal medicine, but if they take a special trial, they could heal."

At this time, Manzo's eyes seemed like a wind with a demonic light, scared Takae, but my uncle must also have been mourning his fate, so I interpret it in my brain that he was going a little crazy.

"Quite clearly, that's an experimental bench. It's a suspicious story, but if this is all I have, I'm going to put it on this. It's just... I've put out terrible conditions over there. I want you to introduce me to someone else to be tested."

Later and think calmly, I also feel that it was a lot of strange stories, but at this time Takae wanted to save his favorite uncle, but with all his heart, jumped to the story of Manzo's holding on.

Thus Takae, together with Wanzo, visited a mysterious research facility that would be 'Buste if dust were also loaded'.

But there was an anomaly there. The whereabouts of my uncle, who was supposed to have come with me, became unknown.

I've tried contacting the researchers, but they haven't returned any clear replies.

"When you came to visit, there was only one of you. At least not on the roster. No sign of any other subjects coming that day."

The answer returned by the kind researcher who went out of his way to examine it was a substitute for plunging Takae further into confusion.

As a result, one Takae was remodeled, and the researchers gained the ability to speak of alien energy, and at the price of this, she will look like an old woman.

Takae had made up his mind. He said he must look for his missing uncle.

Takae believed. My uncle said he was bound to live somewhere in this facility. At least the clue to where he's going, he said, should always be in this facility.

Central building. Director's office.

When Stephen Sakamoto first saw the man's appearance, the word "spiral man" came to mind in his brain.

The abnormality of the man's body sitting in the chair in the director's office can be clearly seen even in the seated position. While his back is very curved, he is as distorted as Cobb. This may be due to the calcification of bones due to vitamin D deficiency, etc.

I used to call this symptom my back. They say it comes from the fact that it looks like there's a bug in your back.

Sakamoto knew a book called Notre Dame's Spiral Man only by title and illustration. The impact of the illustrated man and the power of the title matched very well and was impressive. Until not too long ago, by the way, this dorsal was also a discriminatory term, but in the second half of the twenty-first century, after various word hunts, it went around and became known as dorsal.

"Director, Nishihara is Cancún, as expected. Trouble biting me."

The director stares at Sakamoto, who laughs sarcastically.

The director wasn't just ugly and warped in the back. While the hands assembled on the desk are unusually swollen, they are full of great ibos. It's not just the hands. There are also ivos all over the face that are about the same size or slightly smaller than eyeballs. I can deduce it's probably all over my body.

The lower lip also swells up unbalanced and is turned outward. He's the owner of such an ugly, extreme look that he can't keep up with the expression ugly man. But the personnel are already used to it.

The director gets up, walks in the room distressed and distorted his face, puts hot water and cucumbers out of the shelf, pours water out of the pot and brews tea. A large, curved back of the bone can hurt even if it moves slightly, as it is being subjected to chronic pain.

I can cure it if I want to. But he dares not heal.

"Two more, add them from S to N."

The director back in the chair told me. The name tag on the director's chest said Jiro Yukioka.

On the orders of Hot Jiro, Sakamoto makes you laugh at the garlic. What is a desirable development for me can't help but be fun. I can't be happier for Sakamoto if the director expects me to be the main player in this facility for the residents of building S.

"I've been wondering for a long time, but it's been a long time, its hot water swallowing. It's cracked and it's missing."

Heh, I saw Hot Jiro's Yukata, and Sakamoto pointed it out.

"It's what I've been using since I was a kid. I'm attached, so I'm willing to throw it away... whoa."

While Hot Jiro was talking, the yukata was greatly lacking and the tea left inside was slightly zeroed and wet on the desk.

Seeing it, Hot Jiro set aside his yukata and narrowed his eyes. I think Sakamoto hasn't seen Hot Jiro smile on the top of Buddha all the time in a long time.

"No matter how much attachment you have, it will come sooner or later when you exchange it...... Will it come when it breaks? Thanks for everything."

Sakamoto was surprised when he smiled and thanked him and saw Hot Jiro taking the cracked yukata and cleaning it up. If you think of Hot Jiro as a picturesque Mad Scientist, you can have one of these sides.

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