"That's why I couldn't confirm your clone during the manufacturing process!
At home and in the office, Mika showed the client's Great Hitachi all of the films and articles she had written over several days.
"I apologize for letting Mika do a hard job... Honestly, I wish I hadn't asked you to do this."
I cried several times while browsing for Whiplash, and now I'm crying again, and someone said.
"Say what! Your request triggered the possibility that many clones would be saved! I'm going to collect all the clones sold to the President pickled in formalin! Some of them might even be your clones! I mean, in the true sense of the word, we haven't fulfilled your request yet!
"But I... don't hesitate to ask for this, I've put Mika in danger..."
When I saw the footage, I was quite shocked. The scenes where Mika was fighting and killing two people were particularly tight. I realized that I had made her kill at my request, and I was heartfelt relieved.
"Such care is unnecessary to me for doing a dangerous job! You'd be a pro, too! I'm a pro on this road too! Always risking your life!
"Wow, I get it"
Pressed by the power of Mika, Midori pulls back.
"Some clones are blessed with a good husband, and let's just say that kind of kid returns it under his husband after only surgery under Junko! That sounds like happiness to the clones!
Mika says as she remembers Inouigaya.
"Oh, are you a customer -? Nice to meet you! I'm Tuknamika XIII!
And there the thirteenth shows up, smiling toward her and greeting her well.
Junko healed his tongue, and he was able to speak fluently. The face is the same, but the way it spoke and laughed was in the eyes of something quite different from that of the original Mika.
"Here we go. Are you Mr. XIII? You look just like me."
Stand up and bow, someone says.
"It's a clone, naturally! But... it is often said that the facial expressions are made completely differently..."
Hard to say, Mika. Everyone I meet tells me that No. 13 has a softer look, and it's a little sloppy.
"Uh, you sure are when you ask me. Mr. XIII seems kinder."
"You mean I'm not nice!
Mika laughs back at the words she jokes and says.
"I do songs, guns and physical auditions every day! Boulder, it's just my clone, bad swallowing, but hard-working!
"Did Mika and the others swallow badly, too? Ah. I'm what, too. Are you going to change your balls or something? When Mika works in the back street, she leaves it to No.13 to work in music."
"I may have that too, but I'm going to duet it anyway! Thirteen wants that too!
Mika answers the question with a smile.
"I really want to dream about being able to sing in public with the original! Me, he's too happy to be dead!
Seeing the thirteenth drawing a hopeful vigeon and making her expression shine, I honestly thought that if Mika was to be saved at her own request, it must have been a good thing.
I bid farewell to the face of the Yukooka Institute I took care of, and Yoshiku headed to his home.
"Heh, come back and visit me anytime. You can always count on Midori."
At goodbye, Midori refers to Shizuku and says, showing her teeth slightly to and laughing.
"Junko and I really had a lot of cooperation, but did Midori do anything? You're just following me."
"I projected a schizophrenic and did some reconnaissance, and most importantly, because I had my excellent advice, okay - once it worked this time. First of all, if I were here, my real brother would be the one who didn't need anything else. The escort was enough for me, but my real brother was nagging because he wanted to get busted, so I just gave him away."
"I get it. Next time you're in trouble, I'm counting on Midori."
Imitating Midori, Shizuku spreads his mouth wide to the side and shows his teeth and laughs, sticking out his fist in front of Midori. Midori has accordingly put his fist quite strongly on Shizuku's fist.
On the way home, Yoshiku had a lot on his mind. About the snowstorm, about the incense, about what I've done so far, about what's to come.
(I didn't think incense was such a psycho idiot. I just thought he was a big guy, maybe I was the dumb one.)
We were together all the time as kids, but I didn't see any strange signs. Maybe I was just hiding the fact that incense was good, but anyway, I never felt anything abnormal at all from incense for a long time.
(Well, as a journalist, I just have to work hard with a change of heart. For what it's worth, I've had plenty over the last few days. The truth I revealed was highly acclaimed, exhilarating, and awesome. I couldn't taste it when I was in shit in the morning)
When I recall that my articles were echoing heavily every day on a site run by Information Organization Whiplash, it is a long time before I could do anything about it.
(I used the help of Junko and the others, but from now on, even myself -)
I came all the way to my apartment, and I felt good, and Shizuku became nervous and hardened.
Five men, who emerged from nowhere, quickly surrounded the perimeter of their righteousness, pull out their guns.
(No way......)
Yoshiku quickly understood who they were and why they tried to kill themselves. There's only one thing I can think of.
The five men shot simultaneously toward Shizuku, and several gunshots were attacked in the residential area.
In a room that used to be often with snowstorms and their pet dogs - but now with only one self, Incense sat deeply in a relaxing, well-functioning chair, looking up to the ceiling. I disposed of all the dogs.
Until earlier, incense was asleep.
Before he went to sleep, Xiang had asked several freelance killers to kill him.
"No body, no lid. At the end of the day, but I couldn't even think of this happening, you weren't meant for the back street, Shizuku. There's no way a pure person like you can live. Even if I didn't do this, someone killed me the same way."
Incense, pointing an assassin at his former best friend, murmured in a nihilistic tone. I asked for a few killers with the lowest rank of chimps, but that's still too much.
"You deserve to be killed by people like that in the miserable end. That's my gift."
Whimpering, Incense opens the wine lid and pours it into the glass.
"You should have firmly killed me then. If we let him live, naturally we will. What is the power of the pen? Makes me laugh."
Speaking to the void, crossing the wine, I pick up the phone and check the email. I'm going to scroll through the inbox thinking there should be a report of getting the job done, but even from one of the multiple hired chimps, I haven't gotten an email.
Shortly after I thought no way, I heard water pouring out of the bathroom.
"Huh?"
Looking back, there's a long standing figure coming out of the bathroom, and incense accidentally raises a bare voice.
"Hello, assassin."
He smiles and raises one hand, approaching incense quickly.
Incense woke herself up and pulled out her gun, but Shizuku's left hand paid off the gun, then the right straight was crushing the core of Incense's nose.
"We've got eight shots fired in. If it hurts, I won't. Oh, I'll give you back seven more shots."
"Duh, duh, duh..."
A fragrance that looks up to her for a long time, sprinkling nosebleeds.
"I'm talking about possible retaliation, and I was persuaded that I needed the strength to do the right thing in preparation for the rough things I would do in the back streets in the future, and I ended up getting Junko to modify it. The ability to regenerate is amazing, but the pain won't go away, and don't get quite tired when you regenerate."
Longevity snarling at his neck with a shoulder grip. You're not used to regeneration itself yet, you have general discomfort and fatigue.
Incense tried to escape, but Shizuku's hand reached out, grabbed his collar, dragged him down, horseback ridden over his torso, and a further fist swung down his face.
"If you send another assassin without punishment, I'll give you your place, no matter where you run away, and this is how you give it back, so be prepared"
Proclaiming so with a smile, Yoshiku kept smiling and continued to beat incense.