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On that day, Takuma was absent from the Murder Club gathering because of his association with Justice.

I couldn't talk to him yesterday, after exchanging various stories about each other after high school, he was invited to go for a drink next time to Justice, and Takuma was in great trouble. Because I haven't had a drink yet.

But I'm also going to take this opportunity to try, and Takuma will get back to me.

When he breaks up with justice and Takuma walks out across the driveway, he sees justice over the driveway in his sight.

(Who?

I see justice in some serious way, talking to a suspicious middle-aged man.

(You're a guy with some kind of an unusual vibe. Negative thoughts, you say... Is he in trouble?

As I look at the two of them farther afield, Tablemill reckons.

Eventually they walked out shoulder to shoulder.

I decided to sneak up on the aftermath of the table grinding that bothered me.

Justice while walking and the other pointing his face firmly at him. He's moving his mouth, and he seems to be walking in conversation. I could also confirm the occasional irritation of the look on the faces of the two of them.

(It's a lot to do, cousin. But I tailed him, so what happens?)

Still, he can't leave it alone, and Tablemill follows him.

(If it really sucks, there may be times I can help. Leave me alone. I don't want to disappear like him again where I don't know)

Two people entering a coffee shop. After setting aside a little time, Table Mill also crosses the driveway and enters.

(The minute I came in, I'd find out I was tailing you, and that kind of development seems to be happening)

When it does, I think about when it does, and I decide to be ready.

Since there were many guests and the store was wide open, Tablemill stroked his chest down. This is hard to find.

But such conditions soon become irrelevant. I need to go near him and ask him what he's talking about.

I find justice, and the good thing was that the back seat was empty, so I sit sneaky.

"He said it's going to be on the train's suspended leather ad tomorrow. And of course the magazine will be published as it is."

I heard a low man. It's not justice, it's suspicious men.

"Don't you ever get pressure? You had a lot of permission. There's a backstreet involved."

"The particularly nasty area of backstreet relations has certainly been considered taboo so far. But since the previous dialogue between Cornelis Van Damme and Junko Yukioka was streamed live on the air, the media has changed slightly. Many are prepared to step into dangerous areas. Same thing this time. Hostile to the enormous power behind and through, but let the world know the truth"

Junko's name comes up and he hits the table. And he still has an uneasy conversation with things like this on the back street.

"Have you gotten close to being a good homicide club operator?

Suddenly the name of the murder club came out of the man's mouth, and Takuma accidentally blew it.

"Oh. I decided not to look at the internet at all and hold grudges against the murder club, but pretended not to know who the operator was and approached the good. I also had it modified. It could mean selling and commercializing the footage."

The next thing I know, I hear the words coming out of the mouth of righteousness, and the tablemask hardens.

(I know both about the murder club and about Junko. Approaching...)

So far, I can largely imagine from what I've been talking about. These two are obviously trying to be hostile, knowing the existence of a murder club.

"Not a good eavesdropper."

Suddenly a wild voice approached me, a little.

When I look at the table grinding reflexively voiced, the strong surface of the pruning is looking down at me.

"Hey, table polish"

Justice gives a startling voice. A headache table grind, to the point that it has been lightly broken.

"You followed me?

"Oh, there's some nasty vibe, so I'm curious."

"Does that mean my gala is bad? Well, it's hard to say I'm a legitimate person, but at least I'm not a bad guy."

A blind little man, who was with Justice, offered a business card.

The business card reads' Free Journalist, Mihei Kettle Hill '.

"Call me a lying beard. And eat rice. Don't eat bread."

A pruning man introduces himself strangely. Apparently, justice, kettle hill and fellowship.

"I appreciate you caring, but I'm ready, and I'm gonna stick my foot in that shit. It's no use stopping me."

"No, but..."

Maybe I have other people, but there's no way I'm going to get along with my homicide club opponent and be safe. But they might find out that I'm one of those murder clubs, so I can't say anything far-fetched.

"This guy's one of the homicide clubs."

"What!?

The man of the pruning - righteousness cried out in heaven to the dialogue that the lysuzume had said away, and the table mill solidified as frozen.

"I'm a member of the Murder Club, too. And I know because I used that position and looked into the members as much as possible. Of course, there are limits to being able to look into it alone, and I don't know all the members. This guy, Takuma Seshima, belonged to a group of five."

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Apparently, Reisuzume doesn't know the presence of her shore husband, who recently joined the group.

"So, the table mill... which one is it?

Like fear, justice asks the lyszme.

(Which?)

The meaning of the question of justice is not known to Tablemill.

"Don't worry. This man is not a cunt who enjoys killing people indiscriminately. Pick someone."

When Lyssuzume answers, justice has appeased exhalation.

(Oh, you mean...)

Seeing the interaction between the two, Table Mill understands. Indeed, there are those within the homicide club who, after enjoying murder, choose their opponents and those who kill and enjoy them indiscriminately. All Tablemill's groups are the former.

"Are you looking that far?"

"I'm surprised you were a member of the Murder Club, but we're gonna crush that Murder Club."

Towards Tablemill, Justice said clearly.

"We also know that not all members of the homicide club are villains. I don't want to be hostile to you if possible. No... I want you to be one of us."

To a sudden solicitation, Takuma loses his word.

"Dude, it's too sudden. He'll be in trouble, too. Besides, you may know him, but we don't."

Kettle Hill says bitterly.

"Trust me when I say I'm okay."

Justice that attempts to persuade forcefully.

"Okay."

The pot hill turned to the face and turned toward the table mill.

"Soon the Murder Club will be made public"

In the words spoken by Kettle Hill, the table grind turns blue.

"There's no hard work if you just crush it, but the other guy is that Junko Yukioka. He's a super dangerous person, also known as one of the living legends. I know the back streets, so I know how bad they suck. Do you know the meeting with Vandamm in the example?

Table mill nodding at the inquiry of the pot hill.

"He's someone who can also move state power. That's not normal, because we're going to fight it. You have to be ready to die. It's not easy to ask."

The last dialogue was the pot hill, which turns to the righteous to tell.

(What do I do... if I say no here, it could be erased? Even if justice recognizes me, the other two don't know. Should I just pretend to be one of them?

Pot Hill laughs small when he sees Tablemill, who is obviously giving the look of agitation.

"You don't want answers right now. He also has a position. For now, I want you to keep your mouth shut of our owner Junko Yukioka."

At the request of Kettle Hill, Takuma nodded silently after a glimpse of justice.

When Yu returns home, he mostly heads first to the room where his father's light next.

"Were you up all day?

Out of the futon, Yu speaks to the optical next person who was watching TV.

"I couldn't get to the world over there. You said you didn't feel like going..."

He looked like he had no heart or a faint face, Koji said.

"Yu...... you know what happens at the end of 'Let's Join the Murder Club', right?

"Yeah, a member rebelled against the owner of a murder club to fight the owner -"

"No. Joining the murder club I wrote isn't about that. What are you talking about? Hasn't Yu read my book properly?

The light running like that with a stunned look. Next, Yu rounded his eyes.

"Dad, joining a murder club doesn't sound like a novel my father wrote. It was written by the dog owner."

"Such an idiot. That's what I thought and wrote. At the end of the day, the existence of a homicide club is exposed, turned into an eye vendetta by the whole world, hunted down, and you die miserably with one person, another."

"Dad... it's..."

Trying to say that it is delusional and a rampage of thoughts, Yu can pull the word in. I know it can't even come through what I said.

"Oh, I get it. You snuck up on my work, dog breeder. It must be."

"Dad, there's no way a dog owner would do that, is there? You're worried about your father, and you suspect the dog owner who gave us a leg over and over again?

I feel a rare anger dwelling in Yu's voice, and the next light closes my mouth.

"If you're not convinced, I'll check with the dog owner, huh?

"No, fine... You can't fool me. You can't be lying."

(I'm cheating...)

Yu's chest ached at my father's words smiling with a face like a possession had fallen.

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