My name is Black-and-white Mole Hiko. He's a former detective's current panda plushist.
Ever since I was disciplined and discharged from duty, I've had a secret about making panda stuffed animals by hand every day and selling them on the street.
I am a panda detective who judges the evils of this world with discretion.
When I was still a regular detective, I hunted down some vicious criminal. The guy was a serial killer targeting only children, an anomalist who ripped out all the guts of the child he killed and wrapped them around the child's body, turning them into objects and decorating them.
"I won't be judged. Yo! Oh, my God, my dad's an incumbent! You get caught, you're fired. Huh? Even if you get caught, you can come right out. Uh-huh."
He was good at calling. That would probably be true. But I couldn't overlook it.
After recording the conversation, I arrested him. The recording was streamed online, and his father's senator was forced to resign, but I was also removed from discipline.
The serial killer was subsequently acquitted on a psychiatric evaluation and placed in a psychiatric hospital. Rich, advanced, well-equipped psychiatric hospitals.
I couldn't stand this irrationality, and I gave myself to Mad Scientist and became a panda detective as a result of being an experimental bench.
The serial killer killed. That didn't bother me, and the father's politician ended it. Still, I couldn't help but kill all the police officers at the police station who had me disciplined and dismissed. This is my justice. While delightfully immersed in the sense of accomplishment in the fulfillment of a definitive justice, I firmly swore that I would do justice in the future.
"Please. Take my daughter's vengeance."
My client today was a middle-aged woman. From what I hear, lady, my daughter, who goes to school, has her hands on illegal drugs, and when she realized it, she was totally an addict.
My request is to find out who was selling drugs to my daughter and bring her to justice.
"The deposit was confirmed. But why did your daughter run to drugs? Detective Panda wants to know what caused it."
When I glanced at my client, the client's woman snorted.
"Oh, it's probably our fault too. Trying to make my daughter do what she wants, push her to learn... so..."
"Again. Detective Panda thought so. It's a pattern. In other words, you are the root of all evil. You're the first evil to be tried."
"Uh... well..."
"Pandadeca Purnch!"
The unquestioned justice trial bursts, the head of the client smashes, and a red hua blooms in the office.
"Don't worry, Target, and your husband will be firmly in the same place as you later - I'll send you to hell"
When I throw up at the body of a woman with no neck, I call a body disposal contractor. This is how I do it. This is Detective Panda's justice.
"Yesterday's Special Panda Detective" End
Thank you for your support for so long. Stay tuned for the next edition of Cat Bear Shiro Man "Neko Kumazake" Sensei.
Snow Oka Institute, living room.
"Ha..."
Junko became sinister and sighed, closing the ebook that was reflected on the holographic display.
"I can't believe 'yesterday's Special Panda Detective' ended up with such a butt-cut dragonfly... The volatile line is also almost uncollected and runs out. Above all, Detective Panda's character braces in a weird direction... Oh... I liked comics."
"Oh, I liked Midori too. But I felt like I was spreading the bath too far around the middle. There's a long story."
Midori laughs bitterly when she asks why Junko is blue.
"It's sad that a comic strip that's lasted more than fifteen years is like a specimen of a cut-off."
True said.
"Sixteen years. It was popular along the way, and the story was decent, but this last one is terrible... I wonder if the author's cat bear Shiro Man, Neko Kuma O., is properly convinced of this ending?
"The online ratings are scattered. The author's sinners are ripping off protests, and no. It's trendy and it's really beating me up."
"I saw it, too. So pathetic, Mr. Author."
"I only saw a few of those comics, but I didn't accept them."
"Yay, to explain for my true brother," Yesterday's Special Panda Detective "has been a work of too many unique worldviews and outlooks of life for the past few years, and the development of the story has become absurd, and there is a lot of agreement and disagreement. Even though it's a series in Boys magazine, there's a lot of drastic portrayals, and it's pretty much mentioned in the jade."
"It's often said that masterpieces end in Gudagda, but it's sad. I wonder if it's difficult to put it together properly and finish it beautifully. I need to be careful when I become a cartoonist, too."
"The dream of becoming a cartoonist is you... are you serious? I think it's better than a Mad Scientist."
Junko confirms that the experimental platform applicant's email is not in there while having a conversation with Midori and True.
"Hmm... this is happening"
"What's wrong?
Seeing the holographic display surprises Junko, who is smiling bitterly, and Midori peeks into the display.
"Shadow if you rumor. I don't know if it's real."
I really said peeking into the display.
My client's name is Cat Bear Shiro Man. He was the author of a comic book that the three of us were talking about right now.
That was ten days ago.
Kumi Hangato is a patriarch of a religious organization called the Enjoyment Society. And my work as a patriarch is getting busy day by day.
Nevertheless, the parasitic plant Arlaune, which is empowering Kumi, is not so mentally fatigued because when he is tired, he alternates to manipulate Kumi's body.
Every day we carefully select the believers who want power, parasitize the copy of Arlaune, and increase the powerful. And all the parasites have been sent to the Yukooka Laboratory at least once to be checked by Junko.
One day, on the basis of such Kumi, there were three visitors.
One is Junko and one is Arlaune Lupa, from the planet Glass Due. And the other one... was a smart panda in a suit with sunglasses on.
"Detective Panda's cosplay?
Anelaune Kumi also knew of a comic book called "Yesterday's Special Panda Detective". It's been animated, and the monograph sells quite a bit. I also witnessed the sixtieth volume being flat stacked in the bookstore.
"No, I'm Detective Panda."
A smart panda in a suit ignites a cigarette.
"We don't smoke."
"Detective Panda's Dictionary of Justice has no word for quitting smoking."
Kumi cautioned, but Detective Panda doesn't listen.
"Mr. Cat Bear, I'm having trouble imitating Detective Panda until there's such a lack of coordination."
"Don't call that name. And don't imitate it. I'm Detective Panda."
When Junko cautioned softly, Detective Panda, in retrospect, put out his mobile ashtray, erased the cigarette and threw it away.
(Mr. Cat Bear? Certainly the name of the author of yesterday's Special Panda Detective...... No way, did you modify the author to look like this? And what do you mean you're bringing that here...)
He alternates between Detective Panda and Junko, and Kumi is suspicious.
Do you listen to Junko?
Arlaune Lupa smiles funny. He is parasitized by a boy named David Kokuri.
"I told you in my email, but I want Kumi and Lupa to help me too. Detective Panda agrees with me."
Junko in his usual bounced tone, but Kumi felt uncomfortable. Even though I'm the usual bright pure child, I feel something intimidating.
"It's time for me to move towards the realization of Changing the World, the world I want."
And even though it was still the same tone and voice as usual, Kumi felt even more intimidated the moment she heard the words from Junko's mouth.
That was a week ago.
Paranormal Capacity Development Organization: "Buste if Dust Also Accumulates".
Built by many early researchers, pulled from the mustard institute, a paranormal development agency that is also a state secret agency, this facility was under the control of other countries until recently, but has now become like the personal belongings of Mad Scientist Junko Suzuoka.
The director, Jiro Yukioka, is a partial clone of Junko. Only the brain is a clone of pure children. But Jiro Hot admires Junko like his mother, so even if Junko were to move Buste if he had dust at his convenience, it seemed that he would have nothing against it.
"No, that's as tight as it gets."
In front of Junko, who went out of his way to visit the facility, Hot Jiro turned out to be a difficult face.
He looks around ten years old, but his real age is over twenty years old. Dog ears grow from the head and dog tails from the glutes. Both my age and this chemomissippo were modified to be pure children.
"Hmm? What's tight?
Junko asks strangely.
Junko wasn't the only one who visited. There are Arlaune Lupa and Arlaune Kumi, and Detective Panda.
"There are still many of our subjects at a level where there is anxiety in putting them into action. Some of them don't seem to..."
Hot Jiro answers, mindful of the unclear aspects of Junko's surroundings.
Hot Jiro travels to and from the Baste and Snow Oka Laboratories in addition to dust. I often stay at the facility for days. I originally lived here, so honestly, this one calms down better. Therefore, we do not know what is happening at the Snow Oka Institute or what modifications have been made at the hands of Junko.
"Oh well. Was it too soon? But as far as I'm concerned, I want to move now. Then at least just the kids who seem like they should. Then, Kumi and Lupa give you a tour of Buste if it's dusty."
"Ok......"
To Junko's demands, Hot Jiro nodded with a strange face.
(No... are you sure?
After nodding, the anxiety swells hot Jiro.
That was a week ago, too.
It's a life picked up by hope.
It is a life chosen by hope.
Life was delightful. That I'm back in the world again.
Life has come to know again. that I am strongly asked to do something.
Life understood again. He said he was there to meet that wish.
I was taking my life. All about destiny.
That's... the story of when that life was breathed into again.