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It was dawn all night.

In the morning of that day, the four of them split up in ten nights, shook, shook, and Hayama, and gathered information in the immigration cave.

There were rumours of serial killings and hunting of immigrants and the immigration revolutionary army in the immigration caves.

Immigrants are both positive and negative, but it seems that people who originally had heavy hatred for Japan and those who were killed by their relatives and close friends are breathing.

"I'm joining the immigration revolution! You can trample on us, and we'll kill all the senior citizens who live there!

"Really? I'll destroy the building or throw a flamethrower. I don't like hurting people."

"I shake my knife naked. I think it stands out."

"It just stands out...."

It's not a pervert playground.

"Normal people don't get hurt, but when the police come, they just throw stones at them. Because I'm an immigrant, my hands have been characterized as discriminatory over and over again. I can't forgive you!"

"Recruiting thieves who mix with thieves is better than killing or destroying them, and I think that's the way to do it."

At the tip of the immigration cave, as the immigrants gathered and stood up, they also mixed up grandly to hear the story.

(Doesn't the police notice? Some immigrants know that this is bad, and there are people who can report it to the police)

(You can see there's a leak outside the immigration cave, and there's no way the police haven't detected it.)

Machida tells her when she feels doubtful.

(That's right... But I also recorded it, so I'll send it to the police.)

(12) Send the recording to a police officer you know.

(But... poor people are really poor to the heart. Don't be shy and shout at me for antisocial behavior.....)

Machida sighs in her mouth.

(Not necessarily. I had a classmate who was very bright and liked by everyone. The kid's house was poor with all kinds of problems, but his parents taught him many times not to be poor. And now I work hard as an SM lady.)

(I didn't want that...)

(Really? Miss SM is also a fine profession. Machida-san, don't you think it's old and discriminatory?

He told Machida to make fun of him.

Ten nights into the immigration cave, I was listening to conversations from immigrants standing in the NPO ration line.

"The Immigration Revolutionary Army. That's a great name."

"I've heard rumors. Weird people on the riverbed. But it's just a bunch of stupid assholes."

"But as far as the internet goes, it's really a coup d 'état. This is insane."

It looks like it's going to be checked for public safety.

"I mean, if you're looking for and sanctioning the perpetrator of a serial murder of an immigrant, you're not going to start a riot."

"The killer has no hands or feet, so he could start a riot and blame the government."

"No, we were treated badly, so this happened."

The contents of the conversation varied from place to place, and there were some who said positive things to the Immigration Revolutionary Army, but the stories I happened to hear there were somewhat negative.

"Hey, old man, tell me about the immigration revolution."

Ten nights after I heard the sound of shaking from a little distance, I looked at the sound of the voice. I was walking away, but while I was walking, I stumbled into each other.

(I can often speak to strangers like that without being an uncle....)

Ten nights in the park, you can watch and be impressed by the shaking of conversations with immigrants with a smile.

(Always shaking is ahead of me. He's up there. That was the defo... I fell down the back street and the distance narrowed a little, and sometimes I overtook it. But there's nothing I can't do.)

Reliable, proud, and a little jealous. Of course, I definitely don't talk about 10 nights, such as having such feelings for myself, and I don't want people to know about it.

"Oooh! Why are Futu Japanese walking in these immigration caves?!

The high voice echoed, and the night was calm.

Seeing it, a kid about elementary school year old was caught in the shake.

"My mother died of overwork six months ago. People from the Immigration Revolutionary Army said they were killed by Japan. That's why I will avenge this country. Let's start with you!

The surrounding immigrants stopped seeing the child pull out his gun and shook him while releasing his lethal intentions.

"What are you doing? Don't stop!"

"What happens when you do that? Calm down."

Adult immigrants try to dissuade themselves from doing so.

"Naha, that's nice. The gaze of hatred. It's something fresh to see with those eyes. I didn't do anything to you."

The shock with the gun pointing at her is a funny smile with plenty of room. Even as if they were provoking, the immigrant men around them are even more disturbed.

"Why don't you shoot him? But the moment you shoot me, you're gonna regret it. Come on, let's go, let's go."

The child was cut by a smile that stirred him up.

"Uh-oh!

The child screamed and pulled the trigger. The gunshots hit the corner of the immigration cave.

The shock was spared, but the bullet struck the immigrant in the back.

"Ahhh......"

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"Oh my God...."

Those around me roar. The shot man collapses with an incredible face. The kid who shot him had the same face.

(Shaking... why are you in trouble here?)

I don't think I can leave him alone in the boulders, and at night he runs toward the park where the immigrants are.

"It's okay, it's still alive."

Return to the immigrant where the shake was fired and begin first aid.

"Don't be silly. Call an ambulance right away. I'll stop the bleeding."

"Ah, ahh...."

One of the immigrants who was on the scene made a telephone call after being told calmly by the shaker.

"Uuu...."

With the gun in both hands, the child trembles with a crying face. The muzzle is still pointing at the shake, but the shake is as if it doesn't bother you, and you are overwhelmed by the sight of the shot man, eventually dropping the gun.

"You hungry bastard!

An immigrant man punches the shooting child in the back with his fury. And the ten nights I ran, I quickly picked up the gun.

"Yes, don't make it rough. I need to ask her something."

A man holding a child down calls out to him without feeling threatened.

"Yes, stop the bleeding. I'm glad. Shoot or be shot."

"This is what happened because the shake provoked me into the darkness...."

"It's okay. That's what I was calculating."

It was ten nights to blame, but the shaking said not badly, and drew out the gun and pointed it at the child. Immigrants get stiff. And more than anyone else, the kid with the gun was frozen in fear.

"We're the cleaners on the back street. I've been asked to find the real killer of a serial murder in this immigration cave and take care of it, and I'm investigating."

"Hey...."

Ten nights went by without saying a word when I was proudly revealing myself in front of a large number of immigrants.

"The killer's eyes are on it, and I'll make sure he gets paid. So I want to ask you something."

Lowering the gun he was pointing at, the shaker smiled at the crying face of the child.

"Tell me everything you know about the Immigration Revolutionary Army. Did you just say that? The Immigration Revolutionary said so. And considering the gun and why a kid like you has it, it's natural to think that you joined the Immigration Revolutionary Army. I gotta be honest... you know what I mean? Don't you see?

Smiling and threatening children in front of a crowd of immigrants. However, there is nothing to blame for the adults of immigrants, and they drink hard spit and watch.

"I just got in yesterday... but he said tomorrow is already X-Day..."

The child answers with a bluffing and trembling voice.

That's pretty soon again.

Ten nights murmured.

"I wonder if there are any other circumstances that would prevent us from taking action."

And, wobble.

"So, check again. The Revolutionary Army gave you the gun, didn't they? Is that thing already falling apart?

"Many people received guns after being called today because of the distribution of weapons. But I heard that there will be more people in the show tomorrow, and I plan to distribute more guns..."

"Okay. Thank you."

A shake approaches the child and strokes the threatened child's head.

Um... I don't have any parents either. They killed me. "

With a smile, the child looks calm.

"Let's live together."

"Uuuuu...."

The child begins to cry when a gentle voice is heard.

(I don't know what you're talking about even though you killed that parent....)

If I kept quiet, it would be like a beautiful talk, but I was completely stunned for ten nights.

Hayama was also disguised as homeless and exploring the riverbed.

The Immigration Revolutionary Army is also based in the riverbed homeless city, so there is potential for more important information here. However, there are risks.

"There are other places where black and white people often come and go. It's a hotel a little away from the immigration cave."

When I was interviewing the homeless, Hayama got powerful information.

"And you look disguised, but you're not from here, are you?

Hayama was pointed out by the homeless who gave me the information, and Hayama became gibberish.

"Public security or something like that? In that case, disguises are cluttered. I'll tell you one more thing. It's about the Immigration Revolutionary Army. Thank you. They're going to decide if it's a revolution tomorrow."

"Ah, thank you...."

Hayama lowered his head deeply to provide friendly information about the homeless.

Hayama, who broke up with the homeless, emailed Hojo saying the Immigration Revolutionary Army is likely to riot tomorrow.

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