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At night, True was alone and headed to the hotel where he was supposedly tired of going in and out

The truth was I was bringing a giant trunk. It is big enough that a child would be able to afford it. True himself would easily get inside. It is obvious what the use is.

The same appearance as the image sent from the frozen sun, but the image sent is from noon. I feel uncomfortable looking at it at night. When it comes to being a hotel, the lights are barely on. Look, it doesn't even look like a hotel.

Enter dignified through the front entrance. The automatic door was closed without reacting, but it's also a hassle to find other entrances, so I blew it up with a grenade and then went inside. If there were any people in there, they would undoubtedly have heard sounds, but they would never mind.

It was dark inside, so I put a grand pen light on. Suppose that if any one inside were to strike truly, it would be targeted when the lights were on, but it would not matter.

Walking down the hallway upstairs of the hotel while rolling the trunk, I felt signs of people.

(There's someone in the room. And this... more than one)

To see what's going on inside, touch the door knob slowly and release your hand immediately.

You don't seem like a trap.

The moment I turned the door knob, I was alert to a trap that would run current, but nothing like that happened.

Even more precautionary, immediately after pulling out the gun and turning the door knob with his free hand, he kicks the door open vigorously and sets the gun in the room facing the door.

"I see... this is..."

Seeing the sight inside, the truth shrugged convincingly.

Several men with no limbs are lying on the floor in dreambands and adult diapers. They didn't seem to be bathed, and the room smelled terrible with their body odors and foul odors. Truth is vague as to whether the floor deviation is properly considered and managed.

"The body of the electric spirit."

I didn't really care what to do, and the truth was I left the room as it was. Even to help, I don't know what it does with my hands on the detour. If I were to help, after I convinced you to be tired.

Further opening the door next door, the men were similarly laid in line. Plus it was the same next door.

All the rooms upstairs were the same, so I'll go check the third floor.

In the room on the third floor were still dreambands and those who were put to sleep in diapers. This one, however, is not a man. All women. The limbs are still severed from the base. And more than half of them were in bloated bellies.

"A human field?"

True to whine small. This isn't the first time I've seen it. Nyanton isn't the only one doing this. In fact, the same thing has been done all over the world. Trafficking in human beings, which specializes in selling fetuses and babies, is a popular dark business. Efficiency is gained in doing so, and women are left completely immobile. That's called a human field.

"It's rare in Japan."

It falls into a pretty outrageous category in the dark business, and the police won't shut up if they find out. Unless, like a formalin-pickled president, you have the power to engage politicians and seal state power as well.

The third floor was also locked when I finished checking and put my hand on the door knob in the first room on the fourth floor.

There's someone in there. The fact that it's locked means it's an extra important room. Or truthfully decide whether there is a normal person, not an abolitionist.

(Hearing the explosion earlier, you're most likely on guard)

While I thought so, I shot through the door knob with a gun, kicked open the door and set up the gun.

"How true is this noisy appearance?"

A tired man sitting on his bed smiles toward the truth with a gun.

"What's that?

Tired of seeing the trunk behind it true.

"This would probably get you in, too. Spill it up, make it immobile, then fold it up, tie it up and take me back to the lab"

"I know you think you can do that, but assuming you're forced to take me back, that doesn't make sense, does it? In order, shouldn't you persuade me first and then take me home?

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I proclaim in the pale tone of the usual. Truly, tired said with a strange smile.

"Tired, you're a little brighter. That's a good thing. I knew what you were doing was strange."

I put the gun in my nostalgia, and the truth speaks staring at me tired.

"Is what you're doing important enough to turn your back on us? Is the world that important? I don't understand."

"It's that way that's weird. Just to the extent that I got a crush on the nettle, make the conversation easier. Why would you want to take it away if you found something I could be passionate about? [M] That's what I don't understand."

"You're not talking hard. If you see one of your family members clearly passionate about the game on a strange level, it's normal to worry. It would be nice if you pickled some nettles, but your way of hammering can be overworked."

Junko was careful at the beginning, and I really looked into it and found out. That the prolonged continuation of virtual trip games is sure to be a burden on the brain and that there are several deaths. Besides, if you keep playing games, it's hard to notice that.

"Worry, if I told you to keep that down a little, you'd bend over and run away from home, or you'd look too bad with a kid round out"

"Are you here to speak ill and piss me off?

Tired of getting a slightly mushy look.

"One or two poisons makes me want to throw up. But I came to bring him back worried. We're going home. Or are you not going back to us anymore?

"Yes, I won't go home. I have clearly betrayed Junko. [M] Junko is about to get it, because he's on the side of an electric spirit nurturer. Enemy."

The true expression clouded when I saw the tiredness of mocking and saying it away.

Instead of the usual faceless look, he was tired of seeing the truth that was giving him a complete expression and upsetting his heart, but not putting it to the face.

"It's funny how easy it is to break what you decide to do once. Let me add that I don't like verbal dialogue. If you want to move others the way you want, you should let them succumb with force. That's what I like."

Almost willing to keep mocking, but at the same time tired of intense pain in the chest.

"I told you earlier from persuasion, and now I'm saying the opposite. I knew your nature from the start, so I could have done it. But for once, I just did it because you told me to."

Back to the original faceless expression, truth be told.

"Again and again, is it worth enough to dump us? You see me like that. [M] That much possessed? I don't understand anything. [M] It's not even a very interesting game. I'm getting tired of it."

To true words, tiredness mucks again.

"Again and again, how can you not understand when I finally have something to pee at and I can get out in public? Is that stranger to me?

"'Cause it's virtual space, and it's confusing. It's a safe game to fight. Are you satisfied that you were killed in real life in a safe space? I'm much more fun in real life."

In response to the tired question, the truth answers in a cooler tone than usual.

"This is a world of convenience and deliciousness. I don't suffer from illness or injury, I don't have any troublesome body stains, itching or toilet concepts, I just feel beautifully adventurous and feel beautifully brave. Well, it's entertainment, so I don't want to get into it, but it's entertainment. It's not a place to spend your life glancing at."

"That mindset is skewed. Whatever it is, whether it's entertainment or entertainment, the feelings of those who indulge and groan are not foolish, are they?

"I'm not making a fool of myself, and I don't know what that reason is, but obviously you're over the limit. Let everyone worry, you don't think anything?

"That's a parallel line. We don't understand each other, we don't even try to understand each other. No more verbal dialogue."

Tired of fighting, getting up.

"Oh. I knew I would, so I was trying to save you the extra interaction. You were the first to convince me or something, so I was dating you, and you're confused about changing what you say?

True to half toward tiredness, attach your left hand to your hips, and place your right hand next to your face.

"You might be confused. I come true, and it's true that I'm both annoyed and happy. [M] I think I'll remember how spicy and fun it is to hurt you from now on."

With a gentle grin, he said away, tiredness approaching the true with an unwrought foothold.

As soon as tiredness entered the true attack range, the true kick was released with a tired face.

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