Chapter 1845: 1845 7

Alone, Jiro Yukioka often sees pictures of someone.

Projected on a holographic display, one girl. Hot Jiro has been looking at pictures of this girl since she was a young girl.

At first I only had one image. But if I toured the backstreet related sites online, I found out that her photos were rolling as much as I wanted, and I desperately collected her photos.

Hot Jiro's life was lonely and harsh. It has always been in the dark. But if you look at the girl's face, you'll feel at ease. Hot Jiro, whose solitude should have been the default, wakes up feeling open to someone.

Hot Jiro, who has no family, only recognized the girl in the picture as if she were family. It was the strongest, strongest base of mind in the world.

To say where I was most attracted to the girl, bright shining red eyes. Those eyes are cohabiting divinity and scourge, and I feel like I'm sucked in just watching.

The desire to see him and the fear of seeing him are just as strong in Hot Jiro.

What she looks like is told on a backstreet related site. One of the living legends on the back street. One of the Mad Scientist Three Crazies. Those who poke at themselves or don't like them are dangerous people who will turn them into exhaustive experimental benches. As far as those horrible rumors are concerned, I suspect that where I went before her and revealed myself, I would only see it as an experimental platform as it is.

I don't just stare at pictures. Hot Jiro was in his head, portraying who he was and talking.

It's been going on since I was a kid, a conversation with paranoia. That may be a substitute for a smile from someone else's point of view, but for Hot Jiro it was a substitute equal to a lifeline.

(The reason I'm really scared to see you is because I destroy your image in a bad way.)

Hot Jiro is not going to see Junko Yukioka right now because his hopes and fears of breaking his fantasy prevail over his desire to see him.

I'm going to see you eventually. When I see him, I decide it's because I've gained more strength. Trying to go see him when I'm convinced that I've gained the strength and track record of just not being ashamed as someone with the same DNA.

The man and woman were a striking combination, even if they didn't like it. Bob-cut young woman and a dirty, long-haired, elderly man who grew unconstitutional. They both have a different glow in their eyes. And the colour of the flowers on the chest is the pink that makes us both the finest psychics.

The woman's name is Feng Mio "Minamio", twenty-three years old. The man is Mastaro Otahara, "Oh Strawberry" and turns forty-eight.

It's my birthday.

"Yes, I heard it yesterday."

Mio said in a bounced voice to Otahara, who told him that it was a blur.

Mio, looking up at Otahara, has a delightful grin sticking up. Otahara, on the other hand, has a dark face.

"Then leave my birthday alone, it's my parents' birthday"

"My parents screwed you both up? Accident? Murder? Did Mr. Otahara kill you?

With a pleasant face, Mio mouthed a little rambling language, but since Otahara remains more and more cloudy in his face, he can't even tell from the side if he cares.

"You wanted me to kill you. But the truth is, we kill each other."

"That's a lie, too, isn't it? I mean, my parents' day of life is a lie, too? My parents are alive?

"I've never seen my parents. It was a dump."

"Is that a lie, too?

"I don't even know the exact birthday because I was a dumpster"

"Is that true?

"It's not all lies."

"If that's true, it's all a lie and there's a contradiction. I mean, that's a lie now."

Mio laughs when he dulls at what's wrong. Otahara has a blurry, vain eye and looks at Mio like that.

The usual interaction for both of us. Otahara lines up the proper deception. Connect conversations appropriately while pointing out whether Mio is lying or not. Otahara will also say something that never goes with it. Communication that makes sense just between the two of them.

If there were only two Mio and Otahara in this world, the world would have been sarcastic and peaceful. Unfortunately, however, there are other inhabitants in the world than these two. So it won't be peace.

Before the two of us walking down the hall, the other subjects walk in.

The subjects who showed up were surprised to see Otahara and Mio. I was surprised to see that the exact color of the flowers on the two breasts was pink. There are only two pink alien awakeners here in Building N. These are Takae Takayama and Genbu Tahata from Building S.

"Nice to meet you. I'm a resident of Building B. Earlier, we moved to building N. Greetings."

When Otahara greeted him, the man, a resident of Building N, was surprised with his eyes closed. More importantly, he named himself a resident of Building B, where he talked about being sealed off.

"Seriously?

"Hey...... Are you calling Mr. Otahara a liar?

Hear the dialogue of the man in building N, and Mio makes a sinister voice. He also has changed his expression and exposed his discomfort.

"No, no, not like that..."

"You can call Mr. Otahara a liar, I'm the only one in the world. That's the rule you absolutely have to follow. So, what happens to the guy who broke the rules?

Mio looks up at Otahara and asks.

"Die"

"Is that a lie, too?

"No, this is true. Because..."

Otahara sees the inhabitants of Building N. The inhabitants of Building N did not miss the brilliance of the light of intent to kill in its eyes.

Shortly afterwards, a roar sounded and both Otahara, Mio and the N building residents reflexively suppressed their ears.

"You were about to do something now, weren't you? No, you were trying to kill me, weren't you?

From the rear of the N building dweller, another N building dweller walked in and called out. It was a ghost peach.

"Maybe you guys are like Xuanbu? You're from building S.?

Make sure the chest flowers were both pink, the ghost peach points out. Asked by ghost peaches, Mio looked more unpleasant than ever.

"It's Xuanbu... Are you and I in the same line?

At the time I reacted to that name, the answer was like I was saying. These two are nothing but s building dwellers.

"Hey, you. Don't be confused. I'll take care of this place. Just go."

"Shh, excuse me..."

When the ghost peach pays his hand, the tangled n-building dweller turns back the way it came.

"Extra blame. You want to die early on the side of justice?

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"It's not like that, but it's something I can't overlook."

Let Mio seep through the intent to kill, and Ghost Peach quietly roll the fighting spirit as well.

Two, Otahara fell back on the spot. And gently slap the floor with a flat hand.

(Something... yabe eh)

Haunted peaches, who had a long history of backstreets and wandered through scattered training grounds, perceived the danger just by watching the motion and flew heavily through the scene.

In a moment, the floor where the ghost peaches had been exploded. The concrete on the floor is blown up enough to pierce the ceiling.

Plus Otahara slaps the floor flat again. Now I slapped him a little harder.

Ghost peaches move further. This action is necessary to trigger the activation of abilities, and the explosion with a time lag, so if you pay close attention, it is not that difficult to avoid, Haunted Peach thought.

But if the idea was sweet, Haunted Peaches would soon know.

The floor exploded again. This time it exploded in four places instead of one.

It doesn't necessarily explode one place after a single hit. We can also increase the number of places that explode at the same time. Haunted Peaches found out while undergoing a blast that's what Otahara is capable of.

"You seemed weak for the dispersion."

"I wish I'd slapped you harder, but I'm tired for that"

He looks down at the ghost peaches falling sideways in a group of concrete fragments, Mio and Otahara say.

"I'll take care of it."

When Mio was about to say it, a very high sound sounded and Mio and Otahara blocked their ears.

It was the ability of ghost peaches. The ability to just manipulate sound.

"Hello."

Mio throws up, but Haunted Peach's ability to make this sound is powerful enough to flicker the opponent if it is in high pitched range. I don't care, the ghost peach alone can't lead to the inside killing.

"Die!"

It was then that Mio shouted with a face distorted by anger and tried to activate his power.

"Hiyaaaah..."

When I wondered if something like a cry sounded in Mio and Otahara's ears, their sights closed at the same time.

"What!? What is this!? I'm blind!

"I'm nothing. It's a lie. I can't see anymore either..."

Keeping his eyes open, his mouth saying he was blind, and seeing Mio and Otahara actually looking around him in a bumpy motion, Ghost Peach now has a good chance of escape and enlightens himself, trying to wake up.

But the direct damage of the explosion is serious and my body won't move.

"I just let him hear me, and he won't have much, so bring him in quickly"

"Okay, good."

The unfamiliar woman's voice and the familiar torso sound.

When Kwon Ta, who has rushed up and taken charge of the body of the ghost peach, turns back the hallway he has just come to. Ahead was the appearance of an unrecognized, young, tall female subject.

In pace with Kwon Tae, women also run. When Haunted Peaches saw the woman's name tag, it was written as a Morioka Shachi painting.

The three breathe a sigh of relief where they fled to the day care room. The subjects are surprised to see the haunted peaches.

"Mr. Haunted Peach, I want to cure you now."

Kwon Tai leans by the haunted peaches laid on the floor.

"No, no, your healing with that ability..."

Haunted peaches panic knowing Kwon Tae's abilities.

Kwon Tae took off his ghost peach jacket without worrying and put both hands on his chest complexion.

In the chest of the ghost peach, Kwon Tai's hand sinks. Eventually even the wrist sinks into the body of a ghost peach.

"Ouch eh!

"But as I endure. Ola hurts, too."

"Yours is the ability to assimilate and not the ability to heal. Ugh!

"But I can heal wounds during assimilation, and I can remove fragments from my body. Come on."

While I'm saying it, pieces eaten into the body of ghost peaches are drained one after the other outside the body.

It's over.

"Ooh, that hurts!

A ghost peach screaming out loud internationally at Kwon Tai who screams and pulls his hand out.

"Oh, your flowers are yellow, right? It seemed like he had complete control of his powers..."

"Hih, I was desperate, so I just figured it out. Or even though Ola is growing up."

With the ghost peach pointing out, Kwon Tae says like he wants to get caught. A heterogeneous awakener with yellow chest flowers is a category where the power of the heterogeneity is the awakening, but half a serving that is difficult to control or output and is useless.

"Heh. That's what I'm gonna do. Thank you for saving me, too."

"No......"

Haunted peaches express their gratitude to the woman written in the Morioka shachi painting and name tag. Is the Shachi painting illuminated, or was it a nagging addition and a distraction from the ghost peach?

"Her psychic powers didn't wake up here."

N building administrator Nishihara mutters as N building administrator Norihiro Nishihara watches footage of the Morioka Shachi painting.

Mastaro Otahara and Mio Feng engaged Haunted Peaches, including where they were temporarily blind, and watched them all on surveillance cameras. We also know that it was this Morioka Shachi painting that took away their sight.

"Is it a rat? Yeah, okay. Now I want to borrow it even with the hands of a rat. If you can keep the bastards from coming back from building S."

In a sarcastic tone, it was Nishihara who also decided to turn to this woman for cooperation.

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