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Blood sticks to the black hair of my hand.

Even before I came here, I visited two houses and delivered justice. The blood adhered to at that time is still solidified.

Before him a woman is crying and trembling, yet holding my crying child tight.

"Oh, please. Only this child..."

Mother looking up at him and pleading with desperate thoughts. Next to it, the old couple is rolling in corpses. My husband had his chest pierced and my wife had her neck snapped.

"No. Detective Panda doesn't miss all the evil. No pity at all."

With a heartless word, he - Detective Panda - kicked up the woman's head. The sound of the skull cracking sounds. The blood, the eyeballs, the brains, the brain itself, hits the pillars of the house, and as it drifts, it falls into the walls.

"Mom......"

A three-year-old or so, bloody with his mother's blood, was surprised that his mother had lost the power to hold herself, and shortly after he raised his face, Detective Banda grabbed that head and spun it 180 degrees in momentum with one hand. Panda's face appeared in the child's eyes for a moment, but soon its consciousness was interrupted, and the child's body and the mother's body fell to the floor almost simultaneously.

"Your children are evil. Your husband is evil. Your father is evil. Unatonable evil in one rotten life. If you are a child, if you are a wife, if you are a parent, it is only natural that you should also bear the sins committed by your husband and father. In addition, those attracted to sinners are also sinners. Those who give birth to sinners are also sinners. Those who draw the blood of sinners are naturally sinners again. It is natural to judge with anger. This is the rage of righteousness. This is justice."

Towards the four bodies, Detective Banda speaks out in a harsh tone.

Second, Detective Panda remembers. Later in the series of comics, the editor told me to paint it the way I wanted, and when I painted a scene that would kill it up to the villain's family, the reader revolted.

"What's wrong with this? Detective Panda doesn't understand. Detective Panda's Dictionary of Justice does not state that this act is evil"

Conscious of those who did not accept, Detective Panda speaks out in a resolute tone.

"It is those who do not understand that this is a just deed and a natural judgment that Detective Panda does not understand. Why don't you understand... All those with the genes of evil should be purified. This is also evil for those who are attracted to evil and bear evil. Patience shouldn't be necessary. It fits as a reason."

That's where I talked to Detective Panda alone, and I noticed.

"Because it's the same evil?

I stare again at my own hands covered in blood and groan like a roar.

"That's right. Must be. From now on, those who do not understand should also be punished as evil. No, it's evil. That's what I write in Detective Panda's Dictionary of Justice."

Consolidating his will, Detective Panda had in mind a depiction of a flame in his own eyes.

Kewi, a coffee shop on the ground floor of Candoville. In front of Junko sits Kumi with a shuddered face and Jiro with a tannic surface next to him. I knew Junko was complaining about the two of us.

"Junko, Detective Panda is overdoing it. Do something soon."

"How could you give me such power... Whatever you think, then you can't let him take on the role of hero. Public accusations are in full swing. Personally, I don't know."

Kumi demands it and Hot Jiro does not hesitate to condemn it.

"Hmm... I think so too. Hey hey that one...... I didn't think I'd keep doing the strange developments of the late comics. I mean, that's what Cat Bear wanted to do."

Junko admits it with a troubled face. Nor could Junko the boulder have expected it to be like this.

"Let's change our service. Detective Panda changed to a villain. Let's make Kumi a righteous ally. You're a patriarch, so you're just fine."

To Junko, who makes a light decision, Hot Jiro lost his word and Kumi was sighing.

"I'd like to ask you something else... well, just to expand the denomination"

"I was going to ask either you, Shirley, or Kumi's organization to be at the core of my concept sooner or later. But Mr. Shirley's complex devil is powerful, established, and a big organization, but it's not familiar to me, and yet it's unclear whether the will is united. Hot Jiro, I can believe you, but Buste is still unstable if dust is also loaded. In that case, I wondered if Kumi's life club would be suitable, even if there were difficulties in organizing it."

"Okay. Let's try our best. This was given to me by Junko. Let's take it."

At Junko's request, Kumi responded quietly.

"Soundwood Historical Pleasure, Do You Believe in God's Presence? Ever been conscious?

Luca, restrained on the sleeping table, asks.

"Cuckoo. You're not gonna believe this. Unscientifically speaking."

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Historical pleasure answers while attempting various experiments with flesh pieces and body fluids taken from Luca. At the moment, Historical Pleasure has yet to impose on Luca any kind of brutal outrageous extreme human experiment that would cause excessive suffering.

"Ha... There is a god. There are many things that can't be explained otherwise."

Luca exhales, as if discouraged by the answer of History Pleasure.

"I'm just blaming God for something I can't explain, sss"

"God come on... it's complicating the world too much. Too simple is a problem, but it's making it too complicated and annoying. The design, the balance, is both bad. I feel so bad about being born into a world like that... oh... I'm going crazy when I'm conscious"

Luca's voice is irritating.

"You make extras a lot too. Molluscs, for example."

"Gupiu, mollusc?

"A mole... isn't it disturbing? Something I thought I didn't like... None? I had a mole over my eye, and I couldn't help but take it with plastic surgery. I feel like I finally did it against God's joke design, and it's refreshing. It's a tiny treason success. I did it by destroying the evil God created. Hehe..."

(Some root darkness, this guy. But you just say it's refreshing to smile... looks like him)

Seeing Luca smile, Historical Pleasure overlaid the smile of the only man in the world who had admitted it. Remember, Historical Pleasure's chest hurts a lot.

"So is the tower of Babel...... It is a good representation of God's insidiousness and narrowness. I was angry at her and changed the language that people speak to different settings."

"Gupi, the Old Testament is a good representation of God's garbage."

"Detective Panda said. The world is filled with pain because evil is spreading. It's not peace because evil exists in the world. But this world is made to produce evil. God hates peace so much. So I designed it so that peace wouldn't last."

With anger and contempt, Luca affirms.

"And God pushes man full of annoying smells, and he must be enjoying watching man suffer"

"Gupiu...... I know a couple of guys who say something similar."

With even more chest pain in mind, Historical Pleasure had stopped working hands and become a nagging addition.

(Harry said the same thing... This guy is going crazy after all... not like the guy he's been)

Previously, those captured by Historic Pleasure as experimental benches were largely patterned as desperately vain, desperately indulging in silence, desperately cursing, and desperately begging for forgiveness. But at this time of Luca, I'm just talking about public stories, personal stories and my thoughts.

"Cuckoo. I'm starting to think I'm a little funny about you, too."

"Does that mean you're making fun of me? Or can I take it as it's denominated?

"No. I'm not making a fool of myself."

"Yes...... Because I'm like this... I've been ridiculed a lot because I'm a weirdo. When you're a weird guy, you look at him with the eyes that he's a sloppy guy, and you pull down, mock, and look down on others for the reason that he's a weird guy. And you make that kind of air, you make fun of people in groups, right? I wonder why you would do that? What's so fun about doing that?

"There's a guy in the world who thinks he's a winner if he puts a rettel on it, or a simple guy who thinks he could have mounted it with it, so there's no choice."

Historical pleasure said as she listened to Luca and remembered unpleasant memories.

(Same as me...?)

Historical pleasure to learn a strong sense of intimacy to Luca.

"But when the air is successfully made, it's going to be very powerful."

"Gupiu... do you have that kind of nasty memory? I have it, so you don't have to talk about it anymore."

"Oh well... were we similar... Soundwood Historical Pleasure, I think it's quite unfortunate that I met you as an enemy now. I thought."

"Enemy is fine. I don't need a duck."

Constantly discarding, Historical Pleasure resumes the research work that had been interrupted before she even realized it herself.

"Ha... I miss you"

To Historical Pleasure's words, Luca was grinning and sighing.

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