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Two days have passed since Yuda visited the pot hill apartment to have a conversation.

Junko received some murder experience in the form of recording and sending conversations with Kettle Hill and not fulfilling the kill but the enemy reconnaissance.

With regard to the cooperative attitude to Kettle Hill, Junko told me to like it. However, he was clearly informed that he was prepared to take a hostile position with the murder club. Because of this, no one has spoken since then about the topic of cooperating with Kettle Hill.

The day passes without any particular change. I began to see the name of the murder club all over the Internet, but it was never dealt with in TV news or other weekly magazines.

There are not many connections between members of a murder club in the first place. There are people who come together on a group basis, but do not interact with other groups or individuals on a daily basis. No, at least it wasn't in Yuda's group.

"Hey, Yu. Are you free tonight? I need you to hang out with me for a second."

In front of a private Van Schools building, Koko speaks out graciously.

"To what, sir?

"My free murder"

I lowered my face to Yu's point of view, and Kuniko laughed at me horny.

"You're also interested in what kind of killing I'm doing, aren't you?

"Nothing else."

"No, if I said that, you'd be done talking there."

Unobtrusive, Yuko leans on her body.

"I'm not interested, but I'll go out with you. You want me to go out with you for a reason, don't you?

"Oops, boulders are my kindness. Bodhisattva Incarnation"

He turns his hand on Yu's shoulder, makes a gutsy pose with his other hand, and spreads Kaishin's grin.

(I kind of have a very bad feeling about it, but I'm also interested in what bad things happen)

The median bad feeling is high. And this bad feeling of superiority will hit by brilliant.

A branch of the president pickled in formalin. Shigemitsu Shigezaburo was summoned by Akino Kaori and took his feet.

(I guess I can't do it over the phone. Afraid of eavesdropping......)

Some backstreet residents fear excessive eavesdropping. Especially when the police and central authorities tell unsavory stories, they assume that all telephone calls and online conversations are known to them.

"I got a membership list for the murder club"

When he saw his face, in the words told by incense, Shigezaburo found out why he called the eavesdropping nervously and directly.

"If it weren't for this first, we wouldn't be talking. I can't even crush it."

"How did you get this? Is that all Junko Suzuoka knows?

"No, there are others who know. Makoto Aizawa, for example. But of course, he didn't tell me. I got this from the police."

In the words of incense, Shiraishi Sanro is also convinced.

Murder club not guilty of killing people. Murder club where the police never catch you. But in order for the police to miss them without catching them, or to release them immediately upon accidental arrest, they need to know all about the members of the murder club.

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"It means that there are also a large number of people inside the police who do not feel comfortable with the existence of a murder club. It's no wonder. I was convinced there would always be someone to help me crush the murder club. And inside the police, an informant was quickly found. I'm sure they were asking for an opportunity."

"I see..."

"He even offered to work with me in a variety of ways, not just to provide information. Including the rough stuff. From the good sense of the police officers, our organization would also be quite angry, but now, most importantly, the existence of a murder club seems unacceptable. Well, I hope the police don't have any more help. The police are incompatible with us."

Shigezaburo witnesses the rare smile of incense on his mouth.

(In the case of the example, is this person unable to sit on his stomach? I couldn't help but be angry that I was being used by a murder club, too. There's no way we can settle that.)

The fact that incense motivated me to move this far also made Shiraishi Sanro feel reliable.

"Let's just say we're going to get ready. Murder Club, our commercial enemy, Junko Yukooka's commercial tool, which has been in conflict for years, and Dani, who used us to kill our guests. Let me crush it. And let's put that on video, too, and sell it here. I'm sure I'll be damned. Especially the guys who have been buying murder footage from Yukioka from the Murder Club, so be our guest."

It is not for calculating the skin of raccoons that are not taken. Incense is convinced that the customer base around it always moves.

"That's painful"

Four strands of Sanro laughing niggardly.

"Now is your chance to be exposed in weekly magazines and making noise even on the street internet. When you're ready, I'll set you up at once. Prove it's not an organization left to be hit by Junko Yukioka forever"

Quietly burning his fighting spirit, Incense strictly declared.

Snow Oka Laboratory - When Junko is in his room yasledding on the monster's plastic model, he gets a call.

"Hello."

Answer the phone as you continue to work.

"Junko, as I was told, I've been set up to flush the Murder Club roster to a formalin-pickled president. People who don't like murder clubs in the police. And I flushed it from here."

"Kurodo, stay thankful"

The opponent was Ashiya Kurodo, a detective in the Backstreet Division. Junko smiles and says thank you.

"When I finally say it, I don't like it either. 'Cause you're involved, and I'm begging you, I'm doing it missed, but if you're just gonna kill a shithead who better be dead, anyway, it's a rule that even innocent citizens are targeted for murder, and there's a guy who's actually killing them.'

Kuro Dou talks to Junko in a very grumpy voice.

"People like that, because True is around exorcising you, so give me a break. Besides, the murder club doesn't last forever. Because I have plans to end it, and as part of that, I also had the formalin-pickled president flush out my membership list. Hey. Well, I didn't originally plan on using a formalin-pickled president."

Thanks to Ryujiro's use of his organization for target selection, President Hormaline has been fiercely hostile, but Junko decided to incorporate and use the matter into his future plans as well. If the president pickled in formalin is going to crush the murder club, he can help us crush it to a certain extent from here on out.

'Though, you're not even gonna crush it for real, are you?

"If I really crumble, I don't know what I've been talking about. To use the Murder Club, we'll crush the mentions of the people we've been protecting, and we'll make good adjustments around there. But in any case, the enemies of the murder club were going to make it. It's more interesting to have more enemies."

"For now... stop pissing us off. This is a really critical case. If the truth hadn't killed them, I would have done it."

When he threw it away, Kurodo hung up abusively.

(Well... I wonder if Kurodo can be angry with you... No, you said you made the police themselves very angry. Next time I need to bring some souvenirs to the police...)

He was pushed by the black-do sword screen, albeit over the phone, and was a pure child who reflected only a little.

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