Junko returns to Baste with the dust piled up, and calls someone.
"That's why it seems impossible today, and I'll come back and talk to you tomorrow"
Junko reports on the situation today.
Thank you for your help. I'm sorry I put you in such a difficult role. "
A male voice echoes from the phone.
"I'm sorry, I'll say it."
I refuse.
Junko asked for a correction, but the other man refused.
Well, even though I'm afraid of brain surgery, it's pet loss.
"More than that, there is an unpleasant movement here." The edges of the color and the white rose flashily. The two collided again. This is the second time. This time, it seemed like we were in a fight over the victims. "
I thought you were communicating with the lab bench.
'Yeah, I've been doing it lately. It's probably because you're with Ashigaru-san. However, that fact has also become the result of attracting attention. I wonder why someone like Junko Sakuoka came into contact with Ashimasa-san by now, in that regard. "
Listening to the other person's words, Junko slightly raised her eyebrows.
Now then, isn't it because I came into contact with Asahi-san that these people also started to move suddenly now?
"It's possible..." Was it a snake?
Upon being pointed out by Junko, the opponent roared.
"After all, it's safer to protect it at my place." And as soon as possible, we need to remove the alraunelli copies that were transplanted into Mr. Ash's brain. "
While saying that, Junko was also thinking about something else.
(Or you can use Ashimasa-san as a bait and catch Shirako-chan and kill her all at once. I wonder if you're facing me that way)
In this case, Junko decides that it is better to quickly eliminate those who should be concerned. But the hand is also dangerous.
"Maybe we should hurry up." Tomorrow, I will not only persuade Ashishi-san, but also take him to the buste if dust builds up, and I will have surgery there. It may be difficult, but I want you to try to convince Kurosuke-kun as well. "
I understand.
The other person on the phone responded to Junko's request.
With the death of Geropy, Ash Zheng was crammed into the hut all day long.
Today was also the day the homeless people were on duty in the riverbed field they were cultivating together, but it was also skipped. Outside the hut, some homeless people were explicitly disliking it so that it sounded positive, but nothing resonated in the positive heart of Petros' shock.
"I see. Geropie is dead. R.I.P."
When he reported to Kurosuke at night, Kurosuke sacrificed his words of good fortune. It is not the first time. Ashimasa has had pets for many times in the past, and Kurosuke is always comforted when pets die and become depressed.
It's a terrible thing to say about the ashes, but what happened to the head surgery?
Junko seemed to be coming, but I was crying, so I went home
"I see. I know how scary it feels to have surgery, but it's better to have it properly." No, you should take it. "
"Yeah... I know, but... I'm scared..."
Ash Masao, Junko Snow Oka knows you from the past. I know you from when you forgot. I'm sure she wants you to recover that memory. Of course, it's for the safety of your body. "
Kurosuke tries to inspire a genuine determination with fearful ashes.
"I don't know what the result of the examination was. But if it's recommended surgery, I can see that it's not good to leave it alone. It's a mistake not to have surgery."
Looking at Kurosuke's words, the fragmentary memories resurrected on Ash Zheng's head.
(Even if you knew in advance what the outcome of that choice would be, did you still choose it? Actually, it's fate, but you're excusing yourself that you didn't have a choice? Who did you give that excuse to?)
A malicious mockery that resounds in my head. A petite woman in a white dress floating in her head.
Ash-jung knows the woman who asks herself. I remembered many times, and I quickly forgot. Whenever I remembered, Ash Zheng was always uncomfortable. But I quickly forgot about it.
"This choice... won't fail?" Isn't that a mistake? "
It's about believing in Junko Yukioka. As long as I listen to you, I think I can trust you. "
"Yeah. That's right. I can trust Junko too. [M] I'll try the surgery..."
Even though he said so in his mouth, he still couldn't wipe out his fears. I was afraid that not only would I be tampered with by simply cutting my head open, but my memory would return and what would happen to me.
Shirako wanted eternal life, but she couldn't get it. But Shirako didn't give up. I scratched my legs to hold my collapsing heart together.
If there is a god in this world, Shirako curses him for being such a selfish evil. When I thought that it was possible to cause aging of the body, it was found that the mind was also old, and the mind gradually grinded over the years. Too bad.
Shirako knew. I think that in order to achieve complete aging, it is necessary to have proper aging. Some have hearts that are able to endure old age, and some have old minds that cannot be stopped. And I learned that I can't stop being old-hearted - that I'm not qualified.
"I can see what the outcome of that choice will be... eventually, in a bad way..." I don't recommend it... but after all... you won't listen to me... "
When she learned the truth, Shirako moaned with her bloody eyes and gritted her teeth. It was the thought of the intestines boiling over. It was a dialogue in which a beautiful blonde boy who had taught Shirako the power and knowledge for aging in a fragmented way, with a carefree face and an uninterrupted way of speaking. At that time, I understood what he meant by having such a sad face. The boy, who was called the most powerful witchdoctor, knew the truth, but he didn't tell Shirako the truth.
Even though she knew the desperate truth, Shirako scratched her legs. While cursing God, in order to establish the aging of the spirit, he made a long-term plan spanning many decades and recruited collaborators.
Some of the collaborators were boys who had been used as experimental platforms in Al Raoune's Japanese-Chinese collaborative research.
The young man, who was once a boy, was safely released from the test stand, but he is also trying to engage with the abominable mad scientists. And on his own volition. Moreover, he became a mad scientist himself. Shirako was surprised by the fact, but she was immediately convinced.
"Is that how you repay me?" Or are you kidding me? It'll make me laugh. "
The taunting Shirako was merely looking at him with a gesture of readiness. Shirako didn't like the face and reaction.
"Don't you think about what the outcome of that choice will be? I think I can only do what I don't even know ~"
Shirako bumps the dialogue she was once told into a young man.
More than ten years later, Shirako read a novel, saw such a sentence, and burned it to her heart.
Even if you seem to have made a choice, you don't really have a choice.
It was the work of a writer of the Brain Less Literature Award, named One Dog. Shirako first remembered her former self, then the man who was her former laboratory stage and now her subordinate.