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A real snowstorm, too.

The hand that holds the snowstorm for a long time holds strength.

"You were definitely a blizzard, too."

Why didn't you let me listen to this dialogue while I was alive, Makoto gets angry with himself.

While doing so, the long and wide tongue of incense was also over. Around the end, it was also in the ear a little longer.

Kneeling and holding the snowstorm, Yoshiku looks up and stares at the incense.

"What, you are. Why are you trying to kill me? He's crazy. The intent to kill should have been directed at a snowstorm. You're crazy to make."

Seriously questioning, Xiang said.

"I have been the talk of this demon who has always looked like a blizzard, snorting at evil deeds every day as the chief executive of a formalin-pickled president, hurting many humans. But Yoshiku, it's all your fault, right? If you'd gotten here sooner, if you'd killed this demon sooner, you'd have lost so few lives. I'm sorry you were knocking around. I'll give it to you, the long months I've endured for letting me do that role, the lives taken, what were they? How do you think I've felt, obeying the heartless orders of a blizzard of contradictions, watching a snowstorm look defective but doing it with a dog? You won't know how you've endured it, the pain. That's your biggest sin. You don't understand your sins, and your consciousness..."

He is stuck with a gun for a long time, and incense interrupts him from speaking.

"There's one thing I don't know yet. What died of the original snowstorm? I know you didn't kill him. There's no way I can kill a guy who's never had the guts to kill me with his own hands before. And it wasn't even a decent way to die, was it? The idea of covering up death with a clone… the idea of wanting a replacement with a clone was an undesirable way to die no matter what you think"

In a quiet tone, Yoshiku asks.

"You're both right and wrong. I didn't kill him directly, but it's like I killed him... I couldn't stand it and had Junko make me a clone. For my heart's comfort."

That said, incense distorted his face to anger. I have rarely seen incense that is often faceless and does not show, among other things, an expression of anger, so blatantly reveal my anger, even when I was a child, for the long time I was always with him.

"But what I could do was that demon. He has spotted my heart, stayed by my side, blamed me, and tormented me. I wanted you to help me, and I wanted you to suffer too, and as a measure of that one stone and two birds, I streamed fake footage that made the blizzard look dead. And the blizzard - no, the demon who pretended to be the blizzard agreed. He wanted to die, too."

"So why is the blizzard dead!?

In a long time of yelling, incense returned faceless and let her shrug her shoulders small.

"Not a big reason. On my way home from school, I just accidentally raped her when I craved her for stopping by an unpopular road. The snowstorm, while it was being committed, bit his tongue and died. I also heard that the story of biting your tongue and dying was just a fiction lie, but in front of you it actually happened. The blizzard died lightly with it."

After talking that far, incense takes her gaze off from her long ago and looks up at the void.

"Unbelievable. You mean you hated me so much for playing with me all the time? I can't believe you refuse to die to the extent that you've just been offended. You know how I felt then? I cried and continued to offend the body of the blizzard. Even after ejaculation, I immediately burst again and again. The snowstorm body was the best. The fever went away and I kept doing it for hours until it got stiff. It was the best and worst memory I can remember right now..."

The fragrance, which was faceless, became a lucid expression along the way and nostalgic.

"I returned to my sanity and sorely regretted it. vomited over the body of a blizzard. I couldn't stand what I had turned into an uninterrupted evil. I wanted to bring the blizzard back to life and start over without it. I went to the Snow Oka Laboratory and instead of being an experimental bench, I made a clone that also transplanted my memory, but it was that demon that made it. I could have used the abilities gained at the cost of being an experimental bench. Then we both fell into the back street. You haven't even noticed that snowstorm was a phony for over a year, and you lived with him, have you? It's totally funny."

"You're not funny at all. I mean, I don't even want you laughing at me."

Yoshiku says in a more pitiful voice than in anger.

"A copy of the blizzard couldn't forgive me for what I did. Wrath, resentment, mourning and cursing me for killing the snowstorm and for building clones instead. And he spotted my heart, rotten about how it made me suffer, and kept running. He was gang-raped or bestially raped by a beggar in front of me, chopping my heart off. But the snowstorm impostor was also desperate to live. He wanted to die. There were times when you pleaded with me to kill you, but I couldn't. Even such a phony... I wanted to be with him even as I wafted my hips with the dog in front of him."

So much so that incense looked up to heaven.

"Then the two of us talked a lot and decided to make a bet. Like I said now, I've decided that the blizzard is dead, and Yoshiku, the plan is to call you as a vengeful man. I believed both me and the snowstorm when I was sure your character would get to me. And I bet. For those of you who will finish the deterioration copy of the blizzard on my behalf. But the snowstorm bet the other way around. Even if we got this far, I bet you couldn't kill him. And I promised. If I lose the bet, I'll kill a copy of the snowstorm on my behalf. The results are as you can see. Worst possible outcome. The snowstorm said I really wanted you to kill me."

"I like that kind of roundabout thing, but that only makes it roundabout playful, and if it's a serious bet, I wonder if there was a simpler way?

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Junko puts a stick in it. I'm not the usual loving pure child. It doesn't even mean contempt, but somehow I look at incense with a chilled eye.

"Me and the snowstorm were a lot more complicated. Did I tell you? I wanted to kill the demon who pretended to be a blizzard, but even that guy wanted me to be with him. The snowstorm was also more complicated. So it's hard for us to understand from the side, ridiculously roundabout - well, we needed something like a ritual."

"It's just a fake copy. Shut up. From me, even this guy is a real snowstorm. I don't know how bad it is. And incense, no matter how crazy you've gone, it doesn't make any difference how crazy you've been."

Quietly speaking, Yoshiku put his strength into the trigger.

The look of incense changed for a moment to that of joy, but shortly after the gunshot, it turned into a fierce disappointment.

"What are you going to do? Did you cower?

Staring at her long time, Xiang asks. The bullet was just wearing a tatami at the feet of incense. I didn't come off. Obviously I took it off. It's not the kind of distance that comes off.

"There's no point in killing him like this."

Seeing the gun in his hand, Yoshiku says, he puts the gun down.

"I'm a journalist. I'll make you naked the way I do. With the help of a pen. Look forward to that."

Declared with a compelling voice, incense drinks raw spit, but immediately floats a mockery.

"What are you talking about? Don't be silly. You said this was the occasion to kill me. Take that... I guess I just don't have the guts to kill you. Yoshiku, you're disillusioned."

"I'm saying it's much smarter than killing, it's more difficult, and then I'm going to end it refreshingly. Don't run till then, okay?

Lower the snowstorm wreckage and stand up for a long time.

"This guy is the..."

When he approached the incense at once, Yoshiku punched him in the face of incense. With one front tooth and a broken nose column, completely knocked out, the incense body falls on its back.

"Pay up front. With whatever violence you want."

When I say so, I thumbs up at the fainted incense.

"Yeah, I think that's the best choice. I don't think Yoshiku suits you."

Junko smiles at her for a long time and says:

"Thank you. I'm just glad to hear you say that. I just feel like I can get one person to admit it, and my heart can hold on to it."

When Yoshiku looks down at Junko and smiles back, he can hold the snowstorm wreck again.

"I want to give my parents a proper funeral and mourn that this kid is a blizzard. In the sense of sending two souls at the same time. Even this kid is a snowstorm. I have to make up a lot of stories about how I found the blizzard."

Shizuku said with a smile as he dropped his eyes on the wreckage in his arms.

"Well, that didn't mean much to me."

"There was a backwards reporter, and that made my mind easier. Tell Midori and the others later when you're free."

He said so, and let Junko wink at him.

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