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The third day since the onset of the raid on the President pickled in formalin.

This is the day Yu promised to expose the truth.

The usual six are assembled in the usual Ajit. In addition to that, even the pot hill, the righteous, the rice knob, and the true four came to their aside. It was too small for a pot hill apartment on a boulder, and I couldn't secure any other place, so I had no choice but to dress up as an invitee to Azito.

Everyone sits in a car seat in the living room, staring at Yu, to hear from Yu's mouth why he founded the murder club and what he did.

"The beginning was because I wanted Junko to make the novel" Let's Join the Murder Club "a reality"

Yu spoke.

"Junko told me the story. I was the bearer of the power to make that happen. Junko also had something in return for being able to modify and play with those who wanted to join the murder club. This is how the murder club was created. End."

"Huh? Are we done?

Tablemill is taken aback, he raises his voice.

"That's it, you're not even bothering to gather this many people to talk about it. Why did you want to make a murder club novel a reality?

The truth asks in a lighter tone than usual.

"I knew I had to tell you that. You don't have to hide your story from me."

Yu smiles lightly.

"My father was a novelist. At one point, my father lost his mind because he couldn't tell the difference between reality and imagination. I saw it, and my mother was sick, and she hung herself and died."

He was a preemptive speaker, but that's why he vivid on the contrary and wields a gloomy air on the spot.

"If Dad hadn't been a novelist or something, our family would have been happy. My father didn't turn out that way. My mother didn't pity herself either. I thought my mother liked my father, from the bottom of her heart. Her mother was desperate to see her father's heart get more and more distorted. My mother was weak, too."

Yu was always strongly aware of his sidekick husband while he was talking.

"Even if my mother dies, my father doesn't know why. He made up a story in his head, and he died with his own interpretation. One time he died sacrificing himself to protect this world, and one time he was killed by a brave man because he drew the blood of the destroying god, and one time he died without the modern air in a witch and spy from the past, and so on. But in my father, that's all reality. Forget about making the way your mother dies over and over again, and in the stories unfolding in your father's head, your mother plays the role of dying over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

We all noticed how long Yu's tone and voice were changing. I especially know the face of the murder club. Yu stops speaking in a way that stretches his vowel when he is in serious mode.

"I'll say it again. My father became like that because he became a novelist. The book sold, I was chewed up, I was possessed with writing, and it kept getting weirder and stranger because of it. I started making dreams into stories, and then I couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and I started dreaming even when I was awake. You can trip into your fantasy world."

True, Ryujiro and Kettle Hill had heard other stories about making notes about their dreams and going crazy. It's also said to be an urban legend, but so there's talk of a writer who went mad and committed suicide.

"The publishers who booked the novel my father wrote, the readers who bought and supported my father's book. These caused my father to go crazy. I believe it was these people who tormented my father and killed my mother. That's the only way I can take it. Besides, these people don't even realize they're guilty. There is no guilty consciousness. And that's what I regret and hate again."

It's the expression that doesn't change, but some people were guessing that Yu was angry.

"So I... wanted to kill these people, so I joined the murder club. I want to find all the readers and kill them all from one end of the spectrum."

That's all we talked about, put it down for about ten seconds.

"The way I think... Isn't that strange? Is it an anomaly after all?

Relax a little and get back to your usual way of talking.

"Are ordinary people giving up? Ah? You don't seem to believe it. I can't give up, and I don't understand it better if I can. Am I the anomaly that keeps resenting you and wants to kill you without giving up? Then why am I the only one unusual? It's unusual compared to what in the first place? Where are the standards? Who's doing normal and abnormal lines? What am I, an anomaly? What am I supposed to do? Surely there is resentment and pity here?

"You actually killed that... editor or reader?

Yu smiled small and shook her neck to the side to inquire of her shore husband in a trembling voice.

"I had a chance. I also witnessed people buying my father's books in bookstores. Sometimes the fan letter had an address. If you feel like it, you just need to give Junko the ability to find all the people involved. But... I really can't do it. Because I'm going to think about it. If I kill this person, I can't help but think that the people around this person are going to feel terribly sorry for me and feel the same way about me..."

Hearing Yu's words, some of the people on the spot were relieved inside.

"Besides, if I joined a murder club and was conscious that I could kill anytime, I'd be satisfied with that. No, that's the biggest thing. I feel like I can kill anytime I want."

With a slightly self-inflicted grin, Yu shrugs her shoulders.

"That's not the only reason I wanted the murder club to be real, though. Hey. Actually, there are other reasons - there are a lot of people who want to kill me. I'll keep this a secret."

Yu reminds me of those who were slapping dog breeders.

"And there are still other reasons why I wanted to use it... It's not the same thing you want to kill. This is just the right opportunity, and I'll talk about this on this occasion. Hey. It's like I'm the only one who knows, keeps it a secret, and cheats on everybody."

And, in the middle of the conversation, Yu turns his gaze to Shore Husband.

"Your body is not human. It's a meat doll that made you look a lot like a human being. But in this meat doll, there will be a proper human soul. No, I'm not staying. Hey. You're right to say you're operating from afar. My father, Dawn Kwong, is among you."

The face of the murder club didn't immediately understand Yu's words. No, even if I could understand it, I didn't want to accept it right away. Ryujiro was the only one who understood and accepted it.

"Fujikashi husband is another personality that my father created in his delusions and intends to be transworldly. You asked Junko to show up in the real world. In the meat doll, in the form of a different personality for your father - a spirit. Your father is asleep at home when Mr. Shore is moving."

While he was being spoken of his identity in front of everyone graciously, Kishi Husband was aware that he was in the spotlight, but his emotions were calm. The usual shore husband would be uncomfortably shriveled, but now the shore husband was resting on his stomach.

"I want to wake up my father, who is running away in his fantasy... that's what I thought, and I asked Junko to join my father in the murder club with me. In a way that initially digests as one of the fantasies. But gradually I thought I'd let them know that was real. Something's gone wrong."

"Even Yu should have run away. Don't go around like that. Come on."

Koko pokes.

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"I think so, too. In your case, not running is making yourself suffer the other way around. I wish I hadn't woken my father up or done that and run away."

Justice also agrees with Tsukiko.

"I don't know how to look at that. I don't have enough rice. No, I don't have enough thought. There are those who can abandon and flee and those who cannot escape because they are in irresistible possession. In this child's case, it was the latter. I can't say enough about which is the right answer, and whichever you choose, it's something that others can easily blame. And from what I've heard, don't ignore the fact that she admired her father."

That's what I said and told him. It was rice crack.

(You were telling me to run away lightly because you're not very thoughtful about something called family, or you're a bad family member...)

No body, no lid, true to say no in my heart.

"Those are all your ideas - they won't be. I've been in and out of the Yukooka Laboratory lately, and I've had the wisdom to get in and out of dogs. Isn't that pretty much what he came up with?

True points out.

"Dog breeder? Is there still something else that looks like a mastermind?

Justice gives a surprising voice.

"I'm the original author of the murder club. There was originally a novel called" Let's Join a Murder Club, "and this murder club is also largely based on that novel."

Ryujiro explains.

"True you're right, it's pretty much what the dog owner came up with. But I'm the one who made the decision in tune. I've decided to set up a murder club. If you're using the murder club as evil, I'm the culprit. hahaha......"

At the end he turned toward Kettle Hill and was a powerless laughing good.

But it was Yukioka who actually created the murder club itself.

And, true.

"I don't know what your motive is. I don't know why that leads to a murder club."

"That's right. By the way, why did you make this a murder club?

Kettle Hill and Justice poke at each other.

"Eh, that sounds like, like I said, because I, too, have people who want to kill me. There are other things besides my father's. It's a little hard to talk about this here."

"Two birds a stone, or just stuck to a lot of murder clubs because it's just fine, right?

"Hey."

To true pointing out, Yu nods.

"If I were to give you any further reason, in the end, I too, because there was a strong hatred in this world itself. I lost my mother, and my father is crazy and hard, but the world is overflowing with happiness. Yes, because I've always been aware of it. Compared to others, I made myself unnecessarily miserable and painful, and I also recruited resentment."

The face of the homicide club was well aware that Yu seemed to be an adult but had a strong antisocial nature in his mind. In every part of the statement, it was seen.

"And one last thing. Originally, the murder club novel was something my father came up with. But I botched myself. The dog owner slammed his father's draft, rewrote it into his own style, and put it out into the world. It happened to me from my father if I traced it back. Of course it's not pacli or anything, and the dog owner has permission from his father, and he just came up with a draft."

"Is that why you wanted to create a murder club?"

"Yes, I have said it many times, but there are several other reasons why we haven't talked about it. But they're secrets."

To a sharp grunt with a strange face, Yu said as if he couldn't say.

One of the reasons I wanted to create a murder club can never be spoken of. It's simply embarrassing to talk about it in front of your people.

I admire the novel's murder club, and I want to spend time as a companion bringing together people like myself with strong negative thoughts about my heart - which I can't say very much, such as that was the primary reason. But what I just told you is also one of the motives, not a lie.

"That's about the story, do you have any other questions? Ah?

Yu looks over the side of the car seat.

"If no one's here, I want to hear one from you."

Kettle Hill raises his hand small.

"Go ahead."

"Again... it's very hard to believe that just that hope of yours has led to the establishment of a big deal: a murder club or something. I still care why you can't talk. Or are you lying and deluding..."

"It's an idea perceived in common sense."

It was true that I pinched my mouth.

"If it's Snow Oka, I'll just execute it for the motive that it looks interesting. There's just the power to do it."

"I see... I'm nothing but a fool, am I? I'm sorry. Forget about that one."

pot hill laughing bitterly and pulling back.

(In the end, it didn't seem like there was any useful information to crush the murder club. I don't know, even with regard to the mystery the murder club is able to maintain)

It was a pot hill with a sneaky little sigh and dismay.

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