Chapter 1910: 1910 End Chapter

After the mission, the brick faces returned to the brick home.

"You should have let me die first. He never died."

said Li Lei, who sat opposite Xiu Lan.

"I don't like that way of thinking"

"The captain will be. But I've lived enough and enjoyed it, haven't I? It's getting hard watching them die younger than themselves."

"Lei is..."

Seeing Li Lei having a conversation without gazing at herself, Xiu Lan thought.

(Do you want to get out of brick?

Trying to put it out in his mouth and ask him, Xiu Lan comes to mind.

(I think I'll quit brick...... What to do)

Xiu Lan's assumptions had been met. Honestly, Lei already wants to get through the bricks. No, it doesn't fit from the start. That's the only reason I can't stop getting lost is because I want to reassure my family and return to the military and make them sad again if I quit again.

(Stupid. I just saddened the people who push my son's life on their own - and I thought to myself in the old days, because even such a stupid family is family at first... Oh man......)

Raised by the family, wasting their lives for the family. Fu had such a consciousness, Li Lei sighed.

Tasmania Devil, a tavern with backstreet residents, is located on the ground floor of the Cando Building.

"So you didn't put Keri on with Aizawa? Good."

A fiercely faceted white man sitting in the counter said to a giant bearded man with a wide shoulder and a thick chest plate over the next two meters.

"It's just a little tangled up. I didn't shy away because I'm your prey. I just didn't happen to have a patrol."

Giant - Ondrei Masalik says, grumbling Bloody Marie.

"Aizawa the boulder, I'll see you later."

Adonis Adams spills a smile as she pours bourbon into the glass.

"No, no, I don't know what a battle is. If my odds of winning are even 1%, I can't say enough about withdrawing that 1%."

And, Ondrei.

"I didn't mean to be modest and hate the similarity at 1%."

I don't mean to be modest.

In response to Adonis' words, Ondrey laughed and showed it as a prank.

Athletic Slime's internal protest came to an end with the death of the majority of its constituents. The Chinese were wiped out, and the immigrants lost more than two-thirds of their constituents' lives, including their boss Marcella.

Speaking of the original, I truly believe that this is a protest that Junko set up to secure the experimental bench. It's not like that from Junko, it would have been a fight one day if I had left him alone, and that would have only speeded it up.

From Hot Jiro's point of view, I thought Junko's statement was more correct. It was their will that fought the war. But I'm pretty sure Junko set it up in anticipation, even if it would.

"Truth is, when you do something Junko doesn't like like like this all the time, does it fudge? If it's over, fix the mood."

Hot Jiro, the type who clearly wants to say waji, speaks out truly in the living room, emitting a grumpy aura even without expression.

Junko, Midori and Tired, who were also in the living room, pay attention to Hot Jiro and True.

"I'm not just angry at Snow Oka this time. I'm terrified of my helplessness, and I regret it."

Turn to Hot Jiro. True says.

"We were moving around with the intention of interrupting Snow Oka, but after we had already splattered the seeds, you couldn't help it. Besides, even if I cut the mouse, it's going to see results for you. Seems like it was hard work."

It could not be resolved early, nor could it avoid a war between mice. True sees that Junko should have enjoyed this festival enough.

"Hey, Makoto. You don't have to think backwards like that. True because you moved, some things got better, some people were saved, right? I don't think it's all for nothing, and think a little lighter or change your mind."

"The logic is that if I don't intervene, some people won't have to die..."

After that, the truth is, consider the possibility that if you did not intervene, instead of Marcella or Faichi surviving, Li Lei might have died.

"Right...... Negative is not suitable for sex. Still, the regrettable fact remains the same."

True exhales small.

"I wouldn't really feel good to say this, but I was looking at the commotion caused by Junko, and I thought it was funny. Mad Scientist."

Said Hot Jiro. He became increasingly fond of and respectful of Junko.

"Haha, stay thankful, Mr. Hot Jiro"

"Hot Jiro, when you say something like that in front of grandeur and true, the truth becomes grumpy again..."

Junko laughs happily and notes that her tiredness is slightly creepy.

"It's a strange story to care about your true mood and keep your mouth shut"

"Well...... right"

Truth reluctantly nods and admits to Hot Jiro, who says it without fear.

True and tired, I don't hate this kind of place of Hot Jiro. He looks like a younger boy now than he is true, but he is the director of a research institute called 'Buste if dust is also loaded'. That's why, at first, I tended to shy away from painting, but now I say it's a long way off, and the muscular paths reveal the character that goes through well.

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"In a playful experiment, it's a bad act to disrupt a person's fate - though I know it's more unusual for me or Junko to find that interesting with the constant perception. I didn't have time to join either of them this time, but if True and Junko are going to play the same game again, I want to join in and give it to one or the other."

"Hey, balance your power and take your side with my real brother."

Midori tells Hot Jiro, who speaks of hope in the opening.

"Something hot Jiro, you've been loose when you first got here, but you've been very bright lately"

I point it out with a tired smile.

"I'm ashamed to say it, but I didn't know a decent family. When I come here, I feel both calm and expensive. This is a warm place. My heart is very calm. I never thought I'd have anything to do with it."

Though lit up, Hot Jiro speaks what he thinks. I wanted to tell you this.

(A warm place for a kind world......)

Fu True reminds me of the dialogue that Law One uttered. That whine was burning in the back of my true brain.

(I don't feel sorry for anything. That's what I admire and am willing to ask for. But no matter how much I admire it, I can't go that way. Now...... na)

A cemetery. Spica and Muanchai are joining hands toward the headstone.

"Mr. Ohashi, I just met him a few days ago. But I soon became fond of Mr. Ohashi. A very good man. Mr. Ohashi, you saved the boss's heart, I think. Be happy in heaven, I want it. Oh, boss, I did too bad, I'm in hell, maybe, but"

(I heard something nasty...)

When I hear Muanchai say it, Spica feels like sighing.

(Mr. Ohashi liked Marcella, too, and because he was compassionate, he fought Senior Aizawa, didn't he? From me, I feel taken away in a double sense by Mr. Marcella)

But that Marcella is gone.

"Mr. Marcella, you were a good man. I was jealous because Mr. Ohashi was a ho."

Spica said as she stared at the tombstone. I actually talked to Marcella and didn't even get that bad impression.

"For those who liked him, he was a kind man. Kind to me, a little. I mean, a little, they liked it. I think."

Muanchai says.

"If I hadn't asked, Mr. Marcella wouldn't have died."

Spica sees Muanchai as she says it.

"Will Mr. Muanchai continue to live in the back streets?

"I'm going to. I know only this world. Why do you ask?"

To Spica's inquiry, Muanchai inquires in wonder.

"Because I admired the back streets, too. But... living in the back streets... I'll stop. Maybe I'm better suited that way. The street may not fit. But... I'm gonna stop."

"That's better."

There is a voice of consent behind Spica's words.

"Sorry I'm late."

Law One, who has done it with his bare hands, smiles.

"It's really late. I've been waiting a long time."

It's too late, so it's Spica and Muanchai who went in first and started visiting the grave.

After the battle against True, Faichi was transported to the Snow Oka Institute by True to wander the frontier of life and death all the time unconscious. It is up to me to finally be able to move and visit the grave.

"But good. Mr. Ohashi. Alive."

After that, Spica did not meet with Law One in person, so Spica was relieved to see Law One, which seemed to be doing well.

(Sorry...... I couldn't go that way)

Law One leans in front of Marcella's tomb, hands together, and speaks in his heart.

"Um... it's hard to ask, but Senior Aizawa killed Mr. Marcella, didn't he? You don't resent me?

"I resent you. But by reason, Marcella and he had a reciprocal killing, and that's the result. I can't tell you to shut up and get killed, and I can't help it, so I'm trying not to think much about it. Somehow I tried Livenge and lost, and then I got help from the other guy. I'm sorry to hear that."

Act I, which answers Spica's question reluctantly.

(I just want this guy to be happy)

I stared at Spica, and now I think Law One again.

"I'll be a resident of the back street after all."

But I thought so, arrowhead - Spica forcefully proclaimed, so Law One was mute.

"When I heard about Mr. Ohashi, I changed my mind again. I knew I'd admire it. Go that way."

"You know..."

"I'll be working as an assistant in Mr. Ohashi's office for now."

To Spica, who unilaterally declares and decides, Law One smiles bitterly and sees the tomb of Marcella. I felt like Law One seemed to see Marcella's spirit standing in front of the tomb with a flashing face.

55 Let's play while we're in a hurry for a kind world. End

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