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A suspicious place called Bed Street exists in the downtown area of Perfect Town, Anle City.

Pinched by the back of the building, scarcely popular and dirty, literal back streets. The road is narrow, at least the car is unlikely to fit in. There are traces of blood all over the roads and walls. Occasionally it is not uncommon for the body to remain rolled.

It's pretty dark at night because the lights haven't even gone through a lot. I depend on the lights that leak from buildings and shops.

You can get in from the corner of downtown, but its entrance is so narrow that you overlook it. Through the narrow space between the building and the building, the road opens.

A dangerous place that is supposedly inaccessible except for the residents of the back street, so good citizens don't try to get in. Occasionally, a child or drunk enters the mood for a liver test, sees the body and escapes, or is caught in a war and becomes a corpse.

Facing along the path of the bedding street are many on the rear of the building, with occasional empty spaces and material storage, and shops somewhat present. All are for residents on the back street.

Yoshiaki Kido regularly took to a tavern named 'Baron', which is on the bedding street.

Barron is not a neutral designated area like Tasmania Devil, so it is a dangerous store where brawls and shootings often occur. Many people have a particularly rough temperament, even in the back streets, because those who carry their feet are prepared to do so too. There will also be dangerous deals here which are difficult to make in Tasmania Devil and which could also result in broken negotiations and fighting.

Kido was an unsold painting and a doorman. He is a middle-aged man with a middle meat back and a cat back, wearing a plain trench coat with no hegemony in his eyes or expression. You look nothing but a tired old man.

He tends to fall into regular slumps and is regularly struck by awesome ramps at the same time as the Then everything looks gray. I can't feel the beauty in most of the colors of the world as if it had a gray veil even though the colors were on. That's what afflicts Kido.

There is only one way to solve that state of affairs. Only the red of blood that flows when a person dies will wipe his temper away as if it were magic, and even motivate him to create.

That's why Kido chose the path of becoming a backstreet resident. Although it is a doomsday shop, I take on a lot of killing work, so much so that when I say a killer, it doesn't suck.

It is an opportunity to witness a person's death. That saves me. I can paint again. Killer operation for that.

I don't even want to imitate it like indiscriminate murder, although it's a difficult nature to calm my spirit when I see a person's death and blood. My conscience remains quite a bit.

If you assumed the killing at work, you wouldn't have to hurt that conscience. On the reasoning that most people don't want to be killed anyway. Therefore, the person who kills is also limited to those with scratches on the tibia, and no request to kill the inhabitants on the street is accepted.

That evening at Barron, Kido was waiting for the arrival of the other person who would work with him.

There have been many cases of working with someone before. If the subject has become more than one and stronger, the client may make the request in that manner, and Kido feels no resistance to it. Strive to keep pace with the person you are supposed to work with.

But I don't have that coverage to see if they can suit me. Because there are occasionally uncoordinated troublemakers.

In order to do the job properly, and above all to survive, I want to make sure in advance that they are who they are. That makes Kido have to figure out how to behave, too.

Kido also knew the rumors of the other party that we were to organize this time. Kido is also quite well known for his name, but he admits that his opponent would be better off in fame. And as far as rumors go, he seems to have a nasty personality.

I feel painful at a time when I call myself 'Angel' or something in the first place.

"Woohoo... it's an angel's disappeared shop"

When the man entered the store, he was talking about it.

The dialogue alone led to the arrival of the other person, and Kido, who was sitting alone in the box drinking his little one and whiskey, guessed and turned to the entrance of the store.

The outfit wears round sunglasses and a sloppily loose tie on the vertical striped back and slack. Hair that somehow lowered the woman's back, stiffened with a leash and protruded high and large. He's slightly taller like he's 180 or not, and I can tell from the top of his clothes that he's skinny, a man who's probably around thirty years old. When everything looked impressive, I saw it in Kido's eyes.

"The first time I saw you. I'm Angel."

When he came to the seat with Kido, the man greeted him in a badly conceited tone. I let him try to pay for one hand and he decides to pose lightly.

"It's Hikaru Kido. I don't know what to say... don't stand out. You're right."

Kido also greets her as she enjoys about to erupt.

"Angels stand out. Angels are rumored. Nothing unnatural."

In a playful tone, Angel sat across from Kido.

"Right. Angels are often painted. I specialize in landscape painting."

With an affectionate laugh, Kido approached the conversation somewhat to match them, but there was some concern that it would not be extra.

"I saw Kido's painting online."

Kido was a little surprised by Angel's words, which he said with a slight smile on his mouth.

"In Mr. Kido's painting, I saw an angel. Sure looks like me. Even if Mr. Kido didn't intend to paint it, there's an angel living in that painting."

"Oh well...... For once, you're being praised... huh?

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"Naturally. If this is happening, what's wrong?"

"I don't even have to, but some people may feel like they're making fun of me"

"That's out-of-heart. Is there something wrong with the way I say it? Your father shouldn't say that. Seriously, if you felt uncomfortable, let me know. Apologize. And I want to be careful later."

Suddenly Kido was fond of Angel, who said and acted unexpectedly serious while he faced a word that didn't fit the way this man looked and spoke, his father.

"Well... I don't care if they describe me as an angel or something like that, because I don't normally say that. You might think that some people are making fun of you."

"I see. Your father used to tell me that, too. Don't think your senses necessarily connect with people. But it's a tight thing to be told not to say the word angel. Hmmm......"

"No, you don't have to be so serious. Well, if you insist, I wonder if it feels like I'd follow you up with words back and forth."

"I see, Professor. Thank you. Mr. Kido is a good man like an angel."

"Yeah, yeah, like that. It's embarrassing."

A broken wooden door.

"Then it's time for a work meeting. When Makoto Aizawa and Mika Tsukinawa arrive at the building designated by their employer, President Hormaline, they want us to welcome them without letting them in. He wants a reporter named Yoshiku Takada to finish if possible, but the top priority is to stop the intrusion into the building. That's all you're asking, isn't it?

"This is exactly what an angel guides you. Oh... Dad, I'm gonna fight that kid again."

"Again?"

Kido surprises Angel with his words.

"If Makoto Aizawa has fought once. The angel smiled at me."

"Well, that's comforting."

I receive that Angel's current use of angels around me is a good interpretation of winning, and Kido says it's not just a social dictionary, but somewhat sincere as well.

"It's still when he's a hyochon, though. I didn't lead the angel of death to him, and I missed it."

"Then can I leave you to Aizawa?

"Now I'm not necessarily going to win. His angel is no less than a former lower angel. I saw that Hierarchy went up and down to about Dominion, Dad."

"Angel, hello there, but what is your father..."

I was curious. At last Kido touched on the word.

"I'm just reporting to my dead father"

Saying with a heartless or lonely grin, Angel looks up at the whiskey poured into the glass all at once.

"Is your father an angel?

"I could say that. That's the truth again. But I can see an angel, but I've never seen a father."

"Can you see the angel?

Kido intuited that Angel's current dialogue was not just metaphorical or paranoid.

"I once wanted it to be so remodeled at the Snow Oka Institute. To his Reiki Archangel Junko Nagashioka. He said to see the guidance of the angels. And I became an angel rat."

(Rat, not mouse...)

Once upon a time, Kido, who had killed a mouse that had been modified by Junko Yukioka, also knew the existence of something that would rat. He said that they have a particularly strong power among those who have been converted to Junko Yukioka, and above all they worship Junko Yukioka and pledge allegiance.

"That's what you're talking about. Well, I'll leave Aizawa to you, so I'll take charge of Mika Tsukinawa."

"I understand. Is it ever going to be possible to hear her angel sing?

Angel laughing invincibly.

(Awesome stranger, but to some extent it seemed helpful to have common sense and coordination. Sometimes it is simply because Keri is attached in the form of each person in charge)

I thought so, and it was a relieved wood door inside.

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