Chapter 1949: 1949 1

Jiro Yukooka serves as the director of Buste if Dust Also Accumulates, a paranormal training organization.

This is Hot Jiro, who used to stay in the facility for a long time, but now has the Snow Oka Institute as our home, and we try to return to the Snow Oka Institute as much as possible at night, but he often sleeps in the Baste facility if he lies on the sidelines and loads of dust.

From Hot Jiro's point of view, the facility feels more like home. Anyway, I've been living here for years.

Hot Jiro is a partial clone of Junko. Only the brain is a clone of pure children.

A scattered human body experiment was conducted at an early age, and while he looked ugly, Hot Jiro, who grew up as a fine mad scientist, went under the shelter of Junko Yukioka, now the original.

Junko treats Hot Jiro, who had a hard childhood, usually like a family, and like a teacher when he studies.

"Next, we'll have a vertical drop brainbuster, so you'll get it right."

And true, he treats me as an annoying brother. True raises Hot Jiro upside down and drops him vertically from his head over the couch.

"True... sounds like every day would be fun"

I say tiredness is smudging as I see the truth that is applying the word consolidation on the back four of the deformation to Hot Jiro.

"Yea, Jiro Hot seemed annoying at first, but now it doesn't seem like it is. If your ancestors were to feed on your true brother, your favorite true brother would keep you around and touch you all the time, why don't you hate me?"

Midori asks strangely.

"I hate to hurt myself for some reason, but I'm also afraid that my personality, which I can't add or subtract, is going to keep me hot and really hurt me."

"Become ~. Ah, J Alert"

In response to Midori's words, True leaves Hot Jiro.

"Sweet"

Hot Jiro laughs, jumps from behind truly away, and captures him in a sleeper hold.

"Come on, J, the alarm's coming."

The truth raises a rare, werewolf voice. Because the Snow Oka Institute has a Prowl Prohibition Order, it cannot be done in front of Junko. I only do it in the living room when there is no Junko, and Midori is flying a schizophrenic and waiting in the hallway to check Junko's proximity.

At that moment when the living room door was opened, Hot Jiro untied the restraint. Nodding, coughing true.

"I'll do it, Jiro Hot"

"Hmm? What's the matter? Makoto."

Tired praises and Junko looks surprised.

"Hmm? What's up? Hot Jiro."

I saw Hot Jiro, and now I look tired but suspicious. Hot Jiro is distracted by something, and his face is mixed with fear and surprise.

(Something behind Snow Oka?

True to look ahead to Hot Jiro's gaze, but nothing there.

"All of a sudden... he showed up. Who is it? The four of us..."

Look not only at Junko, but also at those who are true, tired, and Midori, and mouth a dialogue that Hot Jiro can understand just for himself, like a saying.

"Four? Appeared?"

"You've got people behind you all. Could it not be visible to everyone?

To Junko, who asks, Hot Jiro said. I heard that dialogue and the truth looked behind it, but no one. The other three understood what it was about.

"Hey, a little hot Jiro. Just whisper and sneak up on Midori and tell me what kind of people are there."

Midori turns to Hot Jiro. As he was told, Hot Jiro whispered in Midori's ear about the appearance and outfit of the four men who suddenly appeared indoors.

"Oh, I knew it... Eh, Hot Jiro can see the Guardian Spirit."

"Huh? Why all of a sudden..."

Hearing Midori's dialogue, Hot Jiro is surprised.

(No way with the shock of the vertical falling brainbuster just now......)

It was true that I seriously doubt that.

Theodore spent most of his free time reading or collecting public opinion online.

Seeing, reading, learning, and incorporating knowledge on your own is completely different from entering the amount of information as data in a direct prefix.

If you think only of the efficiency aspect, the latter is better. But incorporating knowledge in one's eyes, ears, and experiences is absorbing while making one feel and think. I think Theodore Scion Demon makes it so unnatural and distorted to skip the course and just input the results into your head.

Theodore's real age is three years, but because he was born and transplanted the data into his brain, he has an unlikely wealth of knowledge and high intelligence in a three-year-old.

Theodore, which now exists, is a clone of a certain person. The original Theodore Scion daemon once existed. But he, the clone, murdered, devoured his brain, and took over his memory. It had been modified by Junko Suzuoka and given the ability to do so. And they switched to the main unit.

I still hate who was the original. He was the worst man who thought of himself as a king and looked down on others.

When out in the open, Theodore becomes a magnificent man with a stern face. Such transformative abilities are also given. But my private time was spent looking like a child.

Currently, Theodore was gaining real power over private oil field stores.

Private oilfielders were ruled by powerful leaders until thirty years ago. Since then, no one who could be called a leader has appeared, and the state of climbing the mountain with many bows continued. And many were not happy with such a state.

Theodore, the main body, was a nose knob among the Demon clan who held the real power of a private oilfielder, but since he was replaced with a clone - and since he increased his influence on mass media worldwide, the story has been different.

The executives of the private oilfielder known as the executive commissioner also accepted that Theodore was a clone. On the contrary, some of them were genuinely welcoming, so it depended on how much they hated the original.

At the age of slightly three, there is heavy pressure to be feasted as the leader of a private oilfield store, one of the seven largest organizations in the world. There is also a disability. But Theodore is clearly going to do his part. I intend to choose the best path and walk.

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When Theodore was reading alone, he got a call. If you look at the clock, it was before 9: 10 p.m. Theodore sighs.

"Yes, yes..."

Dahl, take the TV phone with a look on your face.

"It's like it's time for bed."

The opponent was Rafael Demon, Director of the Japan Branch of Private Oil Tanya. At this hour I always get calls. I'm going out of my way to call and check it out. The reason is that Theodore's body is actually a three-year-old child, so that he doesn't stay up late and gets a longer sleep. And to hear each other's voices and see their faces.

"Ok......"

Theodore nods with a rare look and depression. I'm not just talking about going to bed. Raphael checks everything else out.

Theodore himself belongs to the reformists of the organization, and Raphael, now the head of the reformists, is a good friend. In public, it was a pattern as a compatriot that could be relied upon, but in private, it was a pattern as if it were a parent or a child.

(And that's too loud. I guess I'm extra worried because I'm away......)

Theodore, based in New York, and Rafael, based in Tokyo, never meet in person. But this is how I keep in touch.

It was then that Theodore tried to close the book, trying to make one small stretch and go to sleep.

"Ugh..."

Theodore stiffened when he suddenly appeared indoors and saw the man, who seemed to resent himself.

A face that is often looked at in the mirror. A face I've known since I was born. But its head is heavily damaged, and its brain sticks out of its cracked head. His face is also bloody, with a cold look reminiscent of a reptile, but he's obviously hitting Theodore with an angry gaze.

"Wow!

Shortly after Theodore gave a shout of fear, a bloody man with a cracked head jumped at Theodore and strangled that little one.

"How dare you kill me..."

Strangling Theodore, the man whispers, but plenty of grudges.

"Te...... o...... dol......"

Theodore groaned the name of the man who was going to strangle himself with a bitter look.

"Theodore! What's wrong!?

The voice seemed to reach the outside, and a constituent who happened to be walking inside a private oilfielder New York headquarters building knocks on the door of the room.

Then whoever was strangling Theodore disappears neglectfully.

(No... that's...)

Becoming blue-faced, Theodore trembles in fear. That face I'll never forget - no, that look belonged to the original Theodore Scion Demon.

When I opened the door, Theodore was relieved because there was a face-to-face constituent there.

"Come in..."

Bring in the constituents. I'm sure he was working overtime.

"What have you done?

"I just had a scary dream. Have you finished your work tonight?

Theodore rushes over to a man who is still a young constituent, clings to his feet, cries up and asks.

"I was just about to say."

"Right...... Um... I'm sorry, but... when you're done with your work, you can sleep with me."

"Huh?"

"I don't care if you take me back to your house, hotel or here... don't leave me alone... I'm scared..."

It was embarrassing, but I couldn't stand being alone. Intense fear engraved Theodore.

"Okay. Let me take you to the hotel. Excuse me."

A man crouches down, gently hugs Theodore and strokes his head and gives him a flash.

"Oh, thanks...... I'm so calm. What's your name?

It's not a social dictionary, it's a really calm theodore in the heart.

(Is this what it's like to be a child...?

With that in mind, Theodore clings to the man.

"It's Mario. Mario Scott. You can't eat mushrooms and increase lives."

Mario smiles and winks at me for saying that, but I didn't know what Theodore was talking about.

A phenomenon that occurs simultaneously to the clones that Isaac Friedman has been sneaking up on. The first stage is to be more inspiring. You'll see the spirit, and you'll be more likely to be offended by a mental disorder.

This is an awakening that should happen in time. It was supposed to happen. Because the treatment Friedman gave to the clones was to make them a psychic medium before they were born. But it is sealed in an un-awakened state. If left alone, the spirit could possess and kill you in a strange place. When Friedman comes into contact and applies the appropriate treatment, he makes sure that the provided spiritual media is awakened.

However, they are experiencing a phenomenon where Friedman does not contact them and awaken them, but naturally awakens them.

And as a further mystery, for some reason, at the same time, many more occur.

The answer is in the second stage. Having finally uncovered the second stage, Friedman headed to Japan.

The second stage of a phenomenon that occurs in a population to clones treated so that Friedman becomes a psychic medium. That means they're all headed to a certain part of Japan.

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