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"Okay, let's start with a quiz. Without this, it wouldn't have started."

Sometimes Hayama answered the quiz properly before, and Maligan was very careful. I hope that you can calm down and give me a quiz, and that you will answer me properly again.

"Strange infectious diseases have spread all over the world, making the whole world completely stupid. However, in one country, the event was held after carefully taking measures to prevent infectious diseases, but a large number of people said that they wanted to hold the event at this time. How wrong was the act of holding the event, or how bad the witch hunting fool hit the event without seeing it take action? Five, four, three, two, one, Blackaw!

"Maggots are the former. I can say that clearly."

"Huh. On what grounds?

With a candy face, Maligan awaits further answers from Hayama.

"The event organizers don't take into account people's feelings and the flow of the world. No matter how hard you fight the epidemic, and how hard you appeal to it, if you're caught in the middle of the world by people who wave a refractive sense of justice, that's it. Doing the right thing can be called evil. Don't think about the risk of lettering."

"Fufu. Is there such a way of thinking? I'm sure it's worse for the witches to hunt. The hard-working event organizer side is bad, and I don't think it's good to look at the top and stop thinking. I think the latter can only die. Well, it's really fun to stir them up and discredit them in that way."

Marigan receives that the match pump in the immigration cave is also a kind of pump. And because Maligan despises the folly of the people, his conscience doesn't hurt at all, no matter how cruel he kills a few people. On the contrary, I can even feel the pain.

Maligan enjoys killing immigrants and pretending to be tea time on the battlefield, and exposing the subject of hate to the state itself as one of the schemes in which idiots are dancing.

"I don't think the people are always good. In that case, the people who stopped thinking would definitely be evil. But I think it's better to avoid seeing the evil. I am not your son, but it is my policy not to approach danger. You might think it's bullshit, but that's maggot-like thinking."

"Fufufu, well, I don't think you're thinking about that. Well, apparently, it doesn't suit me, but I feel much better than an idiot just being flushed."

After hearing Hayama's claim, Maligan nods with satisfaction.

"Marigan must be a good guy with straight roots. Because it is an unacceptable type of mistake, do you feel stupid and strongly angry at the people who hunt witches in that case?

Having heard what Hayama had to say, Maligan was taken aback. This was something Maligan never expected. For a while, it was Maligan, who had his mouth wide open, but eventually began to burst out laughing.

Honestly, I was happy. Maligan himself did not want to deny the embarrassment of seeing himself, but the joy of seeing through one side of himself that he did not even realize.

"Kukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. You're good. He's the best guy I've ever had. Besides, my arm stood up. I want to give you more quizzes and ask you answers. I feel like I could be the best cop with you. Whoops... it's a tragedy that I'm going to kill you like that."

Maligan tried to pull out the gun while talking happily, and it struck me.

"The last time I did it on the roof, I felt saved. All right, let's do it again on the roof."

Are you a wig?

"Oh, I believe that. I love divination. A Japanese fortuneteller told me that it would be luckier to round my head, believe me."

That said, Maligan tapped his skin head flat and loud, and went up to the roof first.

Hayama rises on the roof with vigilance.

Hayama and Maligan face each other on the tongue roof of a loose cabin.

(This tension... I can't stand it. Murdoch wasn't wrong)

In search of a struggle, Murdoch made a scene in the immigration cave and tried to summon tea time on the battlefield. Then came the inhabitants of the backstreets of this country. Marigan thinks it's a pleasant surprise.

It was Maligan who pulled the gun first.

Shoot twice. Both shots were aimed at after the behavior prediction, but Hayama did not move at all.

(Whoa, whoa, let's do it. It heats me up more and more)

Reflexively, without even wanting to guess, Marigan sees Hayama completely cut off by the muzzle and ballistics, and realizes that Marigan's body is wrapped in fire.

Hayama shoots back. Just one shot. I shot Maligan in the stomach.

Marigan was watching Hayama's movements thoroughly, learning from someone he shouldn't rely on to kill or conjecture. Thanks to this, we can afford to avoid it.

However, as if it matched the circumvention, Hayama's arm moved quietly, and the gun mouth pursued Maligan.

Maligan also watched closely the movement of his hand with Hayama's gun.

Now he gets shot twice.

Maligan's body sank.

Hayama looks at it and recalls his previous battle with Maligan. At that time, Maligan accidentally fell. It saved me. But this time it looks different. He deliberately fell and dodged down.

(Not necessarily coming out of the same place)

Hayama quickly understands why Maligan did this. I didn't just avoid it.

Sure enough, Maligan showed his upper body for a moment from a few meters away and shot at Hayama.

Hayama dodged, but he couldn't shoot back. Immediately Maligan's body sank down.

Mogura slap? But this moccasin will bite on the person you slap. "

Hayama smiles and says.

"Hyah, that's nice... this feeling. I can't stand it. That day came back."

Mariguns hanging on the roof raise their voices.

"What are all these people in the backstreets of this country? It's cheating."

A marigan that quickly moves sideways while murmuring and hanging on the roof.

Wow, you're feeling like a monkey.

As he murmured, he jumped on the roof again and tried to shoot Hayama.

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Hayama disappeared.

"Eh...? That guy, no way...."

Suspicion that he might have done the same thing, Maligan thought about another possibility and looked back.

There was a figure of Hayama behind. I was pointing a gun at myself. While Maligan was pulling under the roof, he ran further back to where Maligan was and took his back.

"Yabe...."

Hayama shoots Marigan with a bitter smile.

At that moment, Maligan was jumping up the rusty, dirty tongue roof with his feet.

The bullet penetrates through the tongue lightly and penetrates Maligan's body. It was a miserable act, but it didn't mean anything at all. The ballistics of a bullet can change direction if it hits an object on the way. Hayama aimed at Maligan's head, but the ballistics changed and the bullets were scratching Maligan's cheeks and shooting through his ears.

Still under enough shock, Maligan leans back on the roof with a big gaze on his torso. From the waist to the bottom is hanging under the roof.

Hayama fires a chase shot at a fallen marigan.

The marigan failed to react, the bullet pierced bullet-proof fibers, and the marigan's abdomen.

At that time, one memory came back to Maligan's mind.

(Daddy....)

Memories of a father breathing in the hospital before the pneumonia worsened.

"Have you ever seen a miracle?

Marigan asks, holding his bloody abdomen with his left hand and breathing roughly.

"I... only have one time. That was... a miracle. I can only say that."

I have one too. There is. "

Hayama answers with his gun in his hand. The gun is still firmly held in Maligan's right hand, and Maligan's fighting spirit has not been lost.

"I'm sorry... Bob..."

His father, who had always been unconscious, returned to his senses in the hospital and cried out to Maligan. It was the only kind voice of his father in Maligan's memory. And my father finally told me this.

Don't lose...

Maligan has no idea what happened to his father's life. But somehow I know why I threw up such a dialogue before I died.

(That was an expression of love, wasn't it? Even my stupid father loved me.)

Aware of that, Maligan looks up at the clear blue sky and laughs.

"What a lovely day...."

Loosen your eyes in the sun and keep your mouth loose, but Maligan's lethality grows.

"Let's lose!

When you scream, Maligan gets up and shoots.

Immediately before that, Hayama was shooting at Maligan. Hayama's bullet pierced Maligan's throat.

(Wow... the best dash... Like losing right after screaming a mackerel cayo....)

Maligan laughs as he spits out blood.

(Ah... I'll disappear. Even though the sun is so shining, it's all dark... and I... black-aw... t...)

I thought it was bad to die with my eyes open, when Maligan tried to close his eyes.

"Hey, Bob. Quiz."

A familiar voice was heard, and Maligan opened her eyes in surprise.

Dialogue I heard scattered as a child. It used to be a frozen dialog, but now it's the exact opposite. A warm and pleasant feeling spreads to your chest.

(Daddy, you're here to pick me up....)

Looking up at his smiling father, Maligan smiles happily.

"Which way are you going to heaven or hell?

"Hell, right?

The answering Marigan realized that he was standing. Standing up, looking up at his father.

(I see... my heart has been stopping like a hungry demon. That's why I'm like this right now....)

Maligan realizes that he is looking up at his father as he returns to his child.

"Correct. If you come this way, it'll be quiz hell. I've been thinking a lot about you when you came."

"Yeah... but don't slap me anymore..."

"Oh, I won't do that again. I'm sorry...."

Father gently stroked Maligan's head, complaining with tears.

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