The next morning, the train's suspended leather ad had a giant leap under the headline Murder Club.
"You did what Junko said."
Ryujiro speaks to Sharp Ichi next door in a whisper.
"Isn't it tidal time?
Sharp Ichi looks up at the ad and spills a sarcastic grin.
"Honestly... I've had enough of this duel. If you guys are going to go on with the murder club, I'm going on with it, but I'm starting to think we should lose this stuff."
"If you don't want to, you don't have to go out with me."
"I don't hate being in that group. Garbage cleaning is also worth taking care of. But the very existence of a murder club..."
Akeichi has never dared to think about it before, but it was only natural to be used by people who would just kill people and rejoice. Exactly the very existence that Akichi hates.
"Are you the kind of verse that you're in a murder club with me?
"No way. I joined this organization first, and I'm much more active, right? I simply enjoy killing people as an artistic activity, so I don't mind. I have no such good faith as you. [M] I'm willing to continue even if you quit. It's a stop for a while, though."
He was Ryujiro with a lot of ideas about how to find someone in his future activities in free murder because he can't use a formalin-pickled president.
"I'm ashamed to say, I wanted to be on the side of justice"
Nagging, he pushed his glasses up with his index finger, Sharp Ichi said.
"I know."
"Just shut up and listen. Unlike epochs and comics, in reality the bad guys keep feeding the good guys their blood and satisfying their greed, and they rarely succeed or fail. Many people in this world are like some scraps of livestock."
"No... I thought that might be too much to say..."
"You're not overstating it. The guests of the president pickled in formalin were right about that. That's why I wanted to turn that schematic back. I thought I had acquired that power and authority, and I was clear in my heart. But... those with the same power and authority were meditating on my extermination. I'm a coward myself."
"Two, let me tell you -"
The always prolonged and serene Ryujiro becomes a rare and serious voice.
"No matter what kind of organization the Murder Club is or what kind of person it belongs to, Akeichi, you're just talking about sticking your beliefs through. Where do you need to worry? There is no contradiction. Are you drunk with yourself?
"Become!?
Forget about being on the train too, sharp one who shouts out unexpectedly. The gaze of the passengers who were nearby turns sharply.
"Another thing - Sharp Ichi, by what you've done, the world has changed in a somewhat better direction. Harukichi, I'm pretty sure there were a number of people you killed who were saved. If they were alive, that would have made many human beings unhappy. Because those were the people. And one more thing."
It's not two, it's three.
"If you want to be beautiful, but you're trying to escape, Akiichi, you're a real coward."
"It's not like that...... My hands are already bloody."
"Then why don't you continue to use the Murder Club to achieve your justice and your doings while staining them with blood - Why are you telling me this now?
……
Just in time, we get to the station where we plan to get off.
"If you seem to be shaking, shouldn't you still rest a little -?
Ryujiro speaking as he walked toward the school, but sharp ichi waved silently and small for the first time.
(It doesn't suit my nature to say tight, but Akeichi wants you to say troubled equals, tight...)
It was a relationship from a time when it could be called childhood taming. Therefore, he was Ryujiro, who knew both the temperament and the way to handle it.
In the living room of the Snow Oka Institute, Midori discovers that, while browsing the Internet, the letters of the Murder Club have a big headline.
"Sister Jun, the murder club is out. Wow?"
Instead of a backstreet site, it was written in the magazine ad section of a topstreet site as a murder club.
"Yeah, I know, and I knew this was gonna happen"
Even if Midori calls me, Junko reacts calmly.
"There are quite a few people in the homicide club who have seen it, and they've called me many times in the morning."
"Do you want to make another radiation scene the other day?"
"This time, unlike during a radiation disturbance, I'm not mad at you at anything, am I? Does that mean anything to you?"
"Wow? You mean the erotic people in the ruler class of the shadows have nashi too?
The question is what kind of negotiations Junko made, Midori thinks. Normally, from the ruling class, it is an unacceptable substitute, such as the existence of a murder club that threatens the lives of the people and, if known to exist, only causes noise.
But without their cooperation, the existence of a murder club would not work either. Absolute help with power is absolutely necessary to leave it to control and allow murder to be allowed under restricted surveillance after exerting pressure not to let the police serve it.
(Formalin-pickled president, no matter how many backstreets, is killing too many people - even in the backstreets it's so unacceptable organization, but it's only because there are so many people in power in the guests that their excessive murder is allowed - I mean, I don't know if it's reasonable to assume that Pure Sister prepared that in return)
I don't know what that pays off.
"What deal did you make?"
"That's a secret. I'll let you know when this game is over. We're on our way to the end."
"Heh... I don't mind. Even if exposed to the public, it's a delicious deal for the other side so that my pure sister doesn't have to be mad at the greats..."
"There's nothing wrong with being exposed to the public. This is as good as the muscle says. Hey. I dare to think of a plan with holes and give my enemies a gap to play with, but there have been some things Mr. Van Damme has done to me, and this time I've tried to be a little serious."
Seeing Junko with an invincible grin makes Midori look a little excited about what she's serious about.
3: 30 p.m. Six men were gathered in the new Azito of the luxury apartment.
"That's what we're talking about today, isn't it? Murder club, finally the world will know."
Ryujiro smiles and cuts it out.
Only Tablemill, among the six, was subjected to fierce anxiety.
Takuma has also already heard about the commissioned murder. And the fact that Sanhei Kettle Hill, a freelance journalist I met yesterday, is the target of a commissioned murder.
"I wonder what the magazine will say"
"It would be nice if you were properly praised."
I get the words of my shore husband, and Tsukiko is sarcastic.
"The question is how far inside information is known. And how far will it be written? How much will be talked about as a result"
Sharp Ichi said as he put his arms together and leaned against the window.
"Can a homicide club be made public and still be a homicide club?
"Even if it doesn't go public, it's strange that a homicide club can survive in the first place."
Kishifu speaks of doubt, and Kiriko speaks of a proper dialogue.
"Going to Target's Kettle Hill Sanhei is after the magazine leaves."
Ryujiro touches on the content of the next commissioned murder. Table grinding beats faster.
"That works better in time. No matter what, they'll be on guard."
"What effect..."
Knowing what the effect means, Akeichi puts up his face.
"Don't kill me if you can, but if you can't, you have to seriously think about protecting the murder club."
And, Ryujiro.
"If you kill at that time, rather than the effect of showing it off, could it also result in a courageous journalist being extinguished and oil on an extra fire?
Yu speaks out his dissent.
"Mm-hmm, when they say that, they sure do. I don't know if it's going to work or if it's going to be a serpent or if it's going to fall."
"You can't kill me in the first place. At first, we were just talking about threatening you."
"When threats don't work, we're talking about killing them."
"I would disagree with killing. I thought you said you'd avoid it."
Ryujiro, Akiichi, Tsukiko and Yu continue to argue that this is not the case.
(What do I do...... Neither can betray you)
In the meantime, one Takuma did not participate in the discussion and held one head.
On his way home from his new Ajito, Yu called the dog owner to tell him about his interaction with his father yesterday.
"So, tell me that the murder club is what you think..."
"That fits."
Yu was surprised by the words returned from the dog owner.
'No, don't get me wrong. It wasn't painful. There's no way I would do that. I have Mr. Koji's permission. It was originally a novel he wrote when he was a kid. The proposal itself is interesting, so I only got that fundamental part of the idea and made it my own novel and sold it. Mitsuji was happy to read it properly. "
Listen to the dog owner, Yu flashes.
"Hit me... Did the dog owner recommend realizing the murder club because it was your father who wrote it first...?
"Oh, if I find out, I won't. I had that prospect. '
The dog owner admits it softly with a tear-eyed voice.
"I thought about how to get back to sanity, but it didn't work."
"Thank you. I can't believe you thought that far..."
"This is you. - I didn't want to tell you. I kept my mouth shut because it might please you. I hope so, too."
I see, Yu convinced me that he seemed like this man.
"And... the Murder Club, it finally touched the public eye."
Yu brings up the subject with Nori as if she were going to do a public story.
"Well, it's pretty much on schedule. It doesn't have to be the same as the original, so we're together in terms of enemies appearing. From here on in, we're entering a carry-over."
Dog breeders talk fun, but Yu, like a dog breeder, doesn't feel like he can enjoy it.
In the end, the ideal purpose that I had painted was such that I felt I could not achieve it, but therefore.