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Yu, Kishifu and Ryujiro, who entered the building, enter a dim room along the way.

"Whatever you want."

In front of a box containing various masks, Ryujiro urges. Ryujiro was wearing a goat mask.

Yu wears the dragon's mask, Kishifu wears the cloud mask and opens the door behind the room.

Then there is another small room, with reception windows next to it. And there was one more door in the back.

"Say the numbers I just gave you. That's your membership number."

Ryujiro tells me, Yu and Kishifu state the numbers at the reception. When Ryujiro last spoke the numbers, the back door opened.

"It's tough."

"It's a feast of the privileged class, which would be troublesome if the average person knew."

Yu whining as he walked down the hallway, Ryujiro said in a rare and ironic tone.

Eventually, the three visit the event venue. A dozen humans sit back in their seats and watch the glass blocked stage.

Above the stage, naked women were switching blood phases and beating each other with objects such as swords and sickles and axes. All carry naked children on their backs, wrapped around their bodies with rope.

They don't seem to be Japanese. Probably an immigrant.

On the floor of the stage were also the figures of mothers and children who had already fallen into wreckage.

"What is this..."

Kishifu groans.

"Um, it's an event called Mothers' Death Struggle. I can make you kill each other with my child on your back, but that's the content of having to kill not just the mother, but the child, and only the mother and child who survived at the end. But in fact, at the end of the day, that promise will also be broken, and surviving mothers and children will be eaten alive by Battle Creature. Yikes. So, the customers here laugh when they see their desperate faces..."

He was Ryujiro, who narrates in a low voice, but the tone of his voice drops further along the way.

Though slight, I sensed a leak of killing from Yu.

"Yu, I can't help but rumble here -? They do this all the time. And I'm making business and pleasure."

"But... you can't just look at the people who are being wrongfully murdered in front of you and keep quiet. I'll help."

Dragon Jiro, who can resist, talks roughly like a homicide club person, and Yu's killing spirit becomes even more intense. The way it talks doesn't always feel prolonged either.

(Yu...... so angry......)

Kishifu also feels Yu's anger and takes a breath. Yu was seeping definite anger into his expression.

"I can't. I can't help you how. Recently, the formalin-pickled president has also become mindful of what he will do, making sure that humans who consume it at events take slow-acting poisons or implant explosives in their bodies, so that they are bound to die. Even if there's some mistake and you get away with it, just so the dead can talk to you. No matter how many organizations are under the asylum of power, they must be wary that if their presence becomes apparently exposed, their position can be jeopardized."

Ryuji had persuaded me not to change Yu's face, but only his killing spirit had disappeared.

"Yu......"

Very naturally, Shore husband had his hand on Yu's shoulder. I don't know why I did that.

"Me..."

Surprised by his bold deeds, Shore Husband hurries to let go. Turning to such a shore husband, Yu smiles silently and small.

"It's poisonous to the eyes of both of us, and let's just target it."

Turning his gaze to the fat old man right next to the entrance, Ryujiro snuck out the knife and hurt his fingertips.

"To the devil, oh... yes"

I stare seriously at my wound and Ryujiro squeals.

The blood dripping from the wound had spread on the floor and turned into a red magic formation, but no one noticed.

Activating his abilities and knowing the information he wanted to know, Ryujiro opened the entrance door and urged the two of them to leave.

"Are we done?

"Yeah, I could have known his name."

Answering the surprised shore husband, Ryujiro projects the display and makes a murder application.

(I guess now you mean you used some extraordinary power to find out the name and identity of the person)

Kishifu decides so.

"Well, even someone who can be a member of the formalin-pickled president couldn't escape the target of the murder club... hey. Permission granted. He said you could kill him."

When I saw the reply email, Ryujiro grinned. If we examine the opponent's social position and even get a murder permit, the rest is already Ryujiro's freedom.

"You're early."

"Sometimes it's late. Mostly early."

"Where are you taking a murder permit in the first place? Where are you applying?

"I'm talking about the police managing the murder of a murder club. Murders committed by the murder club are handled without being murdered. Of course, it's a very small part of the police organization that's in charge of management."

While Kishio and Ryujiro were talking, the event seemed to be over and applause rang from inside the door.

"Let's go outside. It's hard to kill in a boulder."

Encouraged by Ryuji, Yu and Kishifu went outside the building.

"What are we going to do?

Kishifu asks. Ryujiro seems to have squeezed the target already, but he hasn't even seen the face of that target, and there are multiple entrances and exits in the building, and he doesn't know where the target is coming from.

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"I usually kill far enough away from the branch of the organization, but I'm bringing you both here today, and you can ask Yu to finish it later, and let's do it around here. Oops... Looks like he took the other exit."

When Ryujiro answered, he rushed out and turned to the side of the building. Yu and Kishifu follow suit.

Just from another entrance and exit, an old fat man emerged who Ryujiro had designated as his target. I'm taking my mask off, but I can see it's in shape. If we lose him, we can track him down. I know who they are, so I don't mind killing them somewhere else at a later date.

"Shall we get started then? Make it a sacred ritual, a noble artistic activity."

That's how Ryujiro activated his abilities.

"Hey, what!?

An old man stops on his feet, raises a confused voice, and looks around at his surroundings just a little bit.

"What did you do?

Kishifu asks.

"We're trapped in the Phantom Conclave. We're already in this together. It's not just a phantom, it's also distorted space. You don't seem to run out or have other humans coming in. It will be a long time to explain."

Ryujiro answers, approaching the old man. Even if they say phantom kingdom, shore husband or Yu can't see phantoms or anything. I guess only a man can see.

"According to what I've heard, a member of a murder club has a lot of hallucinations in this hand and the ability to drive awareness crazy in order to make it easier to commit murder. You think a lot of people make that request to Junko? It's a pattern."

Yu turns to Shore Husband and talks about Homicide Club Bean Knowledge.

"So, who!?

Quite close, the man finally seemed to be able to visually recognize the presence of Ryujiro.

"It's before my people look at me, so I can resist killing the way I always do, can't I? It's not very funny, but I'll give you the full amount of pain, and now be patient."

Forward, then Ryujiro takes out the knife and cleaves his own palm.

Blood dripping down the floor instantly transforms into a red magic formation.

"To the devil, oh... yes"

By whining, activate your abilities.

"Hiya! Hiya! Oh, no, no, no, no!

The body of the old man is engulfed in flames, screaming around.

"Look, look. Yo. An unconscious evil that delights and harms others by looking down on them thinking they are in the chosen privileged class. It's fun when you kill these people, isn't it? Greedy, strong and obsessed with life, so when it comes to disruption and ugliness when it comes to killing, it's totally artistic."

Seeing Ryujiro speak comfortably staring at a man burned to death, Shosho husband recalls an earlier feast of livestock.

In a way, Kishifu feels that it might be the same as the audience in that place. At least, they and Ryujiro remain the same only in terms of brutality and enjoying watching people die. It's different in that you're choosing someone and killing them with your own hands.

While we were talking, the man had stopped moving. Burn and burn with a bitter expression.

"Yu, please dispose of the body. Here, in the meantime, the people of the president pickled in formalin may discover us."

"Yes."

Yu nods and glances at the body at Ryuji's request.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly speaking shore husband. The burnt body that was there disappeared without a trace.

"Shall we go home then? How'd it go? Mr. Kishi, another activity of the Murder Club."

"Uh... no... the..."

Dragon Jiro shook his thoughts, and Kishifu wandered off.

"You too, Akiichi, my taste in murder is similar. Me, you, Akiichi, and Tatsuko, but I want artistry for murder. You can't just kill him. Moments when life is taken by life. Moments when life takes life. This is the moment when the art of shaking people's minds emerges. I think there are other owners of the same feeling, not just you or me, but hey. Killing is an art."

He was Ryujiro, who preached forcefully, but the shore husband had only an ambiguous reaction, so he spilled a smile and projected his cell phone display, calling a cab home.

"Hakushi, kushi"

Lily sneezing in two consecutive rounds.

"Mom, what's going on? Cold?"

Akiko, who was knitting in the same room, looks at Lily.

"No, I'm sure Junko wants it in my pussy, too."

"Lily said she had a cold! I can't do this. I'll get the leeks!

I don't hear the lily dialogue, but Platinum Taro, who only responded to Akiko's words, screams and softens into the fridge in the back.

"Taro Platinum has an onion. How did he say this, but what does it have to do with a cold?

"It's a long time ago folk therapy, when you have a cold, you roll an onion around your neck, you stick an onion in your butthole, that's what happens."

To ask Akiko, Lily taught.

"That really cures the cold. Leeks are amazing."

"There's no medical basis for either. It's superstition."

To the admiring Akiko, Lily adds:

"Lily, rinse with leeks"

"Here you are."

Lily smiled and told White Kintaro, who offered her leeks to her mastery.

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