Chapter 1957: 1957 9

From the top-floor lookout lounge restaurant at the private Oil Tanya Japan Branch Building, Hot Jiro had a night view with Theodore.

"From such a tall building... it's the first time in my life I've ever seen a night view closely"

Hot Jiro sits in a seat by the window and says he stings while picking up a meal.

"Neither do I. I've visited this building many times and Raphael, the head of the Japanese branch, didn't tell me that there was such a good place. It's here, Mario, who told me."

"Right. Thanks, Mario."

"No."

Mario congratulates Theodore when he tells him to look back and thank him.

"I had a way of life I couldn't afford. I lived in a small, narrow world. Junko sees such a part of me and cares for me, as he sees, tastes, and sees all sorts of worlds like this. I suppose you thought you could solve a situation similar to mine."

Hot Jiro talks in a pungent tone again.

"I can't afford to live now either. The original I hated was living, and it was easier when I was living a shadow warrior life. I'm glad I didn't even think about it."

That's all I've talked about, I get a masochistic grin.

"You're a key figure in a private oilfield store, and I heard you're a great guy to rule the media from behind?

With the nuance of whether even such a person is dissatisfied with anything, Hot Jiro asks.

"Maybe it's awesome from someone else's point of view, but I don't think working hard in a given environment is any different than anyone else's."

With the grin of masochism hanging out, Theodore says.

"There's pressure, there's stress. But I work hard for it because I have an ideal that I can't beat, and because some people support me like this. The original was a terrible man. I still despise my heart. At the same time there is a desire to commit such an original sin"

"Even if you can't afford to live, that's the way you chose to live..."

Hearing about Theodore, Hot Jiro learned a bit of grudge.

"Right. Were you... different? I've been a shadow fighter before, but the original was a terrible man, killing and replacing. You... are a clone of Junko, who is also taken care of by the original Junko. I have a relationship of trust. I envy that."

"But I'm like you... I can't talk about the past. It's a lot worse."

Speaking of which, I'm sure he despises me, Hot Jiro was thinking. As a Mad Scientist, I can't say much about doing all the human experiments and killing many people, etc.

"Mmmm... have you talked about this in good shape and stepped on a mine?

"That's not true, man."

Seeing Theodore ask in a worried face, Hot Jiro smiles.

"You don't like the original, but I've always admired it."

Hot Jiro subtly changing the subject. I dared to tell you that I envy Theodore.

"I assumed it was my own mother, and I spoke toward the pictures every night. In my fantasy, I made a mother's statue of my own, and I was like, The real thing was much better than the mother in the fantasy. He was so sweet, so smart, he accepted me. You gave me a new life. My original is such a person, and I'm even proud of him. So... I'm not sure how you feel about the original. I don't empathize."

"Right."

Theodore didn't even feel particularly bad when Hot Jiro told him that he clearly couldn't empathize. But on the other hand, I remember the words said in that dream.

(Hot Jiro has a mouthful of envy about me, but from me, I envy you more. They say it's a clone as well...)

When he realized it was the same clone, Theodore remembered. I had a nightmare before I came to Japan.

"After all...... is my life a distortion?

I remember the words that the girl in the yukata said in my dreams.

"Is that a dream? I was told too."

Hearing Theodore whine, Hot Jiro puts on his face.

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"Whatever the distortion, this is how I enjoy conversation with people, dine, enjoy the night view, and suffer fate. I think it's the very person with life. No... I want to think so. Me and Theo are clones, but what's so different about Mario there, for example? See Mario discriminate against us for not being decent, for not being distorted?

"No, sir."

Mario, suddenly told the story, giggles and answers without being upset.

"I was angry when they said that in my dreams, too, and I'm hurt. But, you know, there's no one around me who looks at me like that. Is he around you? Even if I were there, if someone would treat me like Mario without discrimination, wouldn't that be good?

"Ugh, yeah... I wish I thought so by reason..."

Though Hot Jiro's claim healed Theodore's heart there, it never healed the wounds on his heart. Emotions can be suppressed to some extent by reason, but not all emotions can be controlled by reason.

And that was the same for Hot Jiro himself, who tried to help Theodore. By reasoning with Theodore, who can also be described as a compatriot, he could alleviate the pain of his wounds, but he did not go away.

Tsubako is staying at Tsubako's house. The three of us surround ourselves with rice noodles, Ellie, and rice noodles, and get dinner.

"Of all the clones I have dealt with from the spiritual world, two have not yet come"

Ellie makes a report.

"One of them is someone who was jammed along the way. Besides Friedman, we need to be vigilant. You can treat them again and explore them."

"Do something bold. If you showed me the map, that's fine."

Ellie suggested it, but she waved her first time.

"Besides, if you had the power to see through our movements, you'd probably be a snake again."

"Sure."

To the words of the sons of the sons of the sons, the rings of the sons nod. This man has always been a poker face.

"No way is there a perennial person on the other side involved, or something like that?

"No way. There can't be. The Underworld is not as stupid and young as it is in this world."

The wheel immediately denies the question of the child.

"Good luck with your stupid, young, worldly protection activities."

I say it in a disgusting tone, and Koko soothes the pork juice.

"I must protect you because you are stupid and young"

Without moving at all to the taste of the pigeon, the piggy wheel also rinses the pork juice.

"Even if I can't save everything, I want to help if I'm within reach. That's why people also have guardian spirits one by one. I don't want you to get too screwed up. I'm a bad, too clerical response, so I'm often hated for that, and it's good to curse me personally, but I don't want you to feel bad about the underworld itself. I'm sorry I didn't choose words like" stupid and young. "

"Ho ho. Okay, I get it."

Soften your attitude to the wheel that complains in a sincere tone. On the other hand, if I apologize, I also don't think I should say it from the beginning.

"Friedman hired Mika Tsukinawa. Rumor has it he's been converted to backstreet Mad Scientist Junko Suzuoka, and it's no wonder he's got supernormal powers. Ellie, be careful."

"Yes."

"Go with caution. Die is an interesting way of saying it, but which dialect is it?

Ellie snorts at the words of her son, and the wheel she asks.

It's always faceless, but when I hear questions about my interest in the dialect that say don't feel bad about the underworld that they have the emotions right, I think Kiko.

"It's Yamanashi. But I live in Koshu Valve. If the place changes, it seems different. Someone who speaks a dialect I don't know. For example, I don't wear sloppiness or anything at the end of the story. And there's people who can't get through a little bit. Come on."

"I see."

Listening to the story of Jianzi, Jianhuan convinced him to remain faceless.

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