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Brown Resistance Office.

"Another request from the president pickled in formalin?

Ten nights look at the mailbox and speak up.

"Shake, you better say no this time"

With a sharp gaze and voice, he urges rejection.

"I was willing to say no, too. But for your information, I'd like you to know why."

"Because it's a fallout"

To the shaky question, I say it with disdain.

"It's ridiculous to get to the falling side. This fight is definitely on the murder club side - Junko wins. In the first place, we're being kind to Junko, and that's like a special case the other day."

"I see."

"How were you willing to say no to the shake?

Ten nights asks.

"While I've been involved many times, I kind of hate being like a customer. Like you said, we're not supposed to be Junko's sidekicks."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, and Shake replied so.

"Murder clubs, Junko made another hell of a thing. Confront the president pickled in formalin."

Rain Shore Mansion Living Room. Mutsuki, who fell asleep on the couch and projected a display over his face, said as he watched the news site on the back street. Site management is the information organization Whiplash.

"Mom, don't you just let it out?

Akiko looks at Lily as she takes care of Kotai - the demon knife "Fire Clothes".

"Intruding into someone else's game and making it a mess is also interesting as a hobby, but I don't feel comfortable this time."

said Lily, without raising her face as she knitted.

"Hi, it's not what Junko thought about the murder club."

"That's the kind of novel I have. It's a motif."

And, Mutsuki teaches. Mutsuki also knows the author of the novel. Of course I'll keep it quiet.

"It would be 'Let's Join the Murder Club'. I know. Because I used to make a scene with the public at one time. There were more than one person who actually killed someone under the influence of the novel, and it was quite a beating to join the murder club."

I will explain it to Mutsuki and Akiko, who only know it with the degree of knowledge discussed in the alley, but don't even seem to have that knowledge.

"You read that novel. It was a refreshing way to end things on the bad end, and I didn't like it, but you know, a lot of fanatical fans of that book."

Says Platinum Taro.

"I wonder if you mean a piece of work that is haunting people. I'm also interested in why Junko was sensed by such a thing..."

I thought Lily would put it on hold to the extent that I would look into it when I had the chance.

"If you go into the Battle of the Castle, the trouble is with the President pickled in formalin. They'll come up with some form of settlement proposal. Hey. It looks good, it's gameplay."

Snow Oka Laboratory Living Room. Junko said as he hacked into Midori, who was playing the game, taking the dust of figurines of the squad stuff lined up on the living room shelves.

"I feel like Jun is more of a stewardess. Wow. You know, I might even get ahead of myself."

"On a case-by-case basis, but I, hey, if you're a kid with a sight, it's a doctrine that lets them get ahead of you as much as possible. Ah."

Junko laughs at Midori's words.

"'Cause don't you want to see how powerful it is? The kid builds up and wants to take on the brushed force, huh? Now, if that's an interesting ability or something, I'd like to see it and have fun."

"It's easy to understand how pure my sister is."

Midori makes a purposeful sound.

"As for the President pickled in formalin, I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, but it's a cracked tissue at the bottom."

"So I guess I'm overconfident that I can handle whatever hand I come from. Whenever I fail with that, huh?"

Midori points out that Junko was once exposed to the public by Grim Penis.

"Sometimes it's more fun to have enough to shrug my foot, but for someone who shrugged my foot once, also show respect, because I'll do everything I can the second time"

Junko, who has finished cleaning the figure, sits down on the couch, narrows his eyes and smiles invincibly. This kind of smile of Junko is unobtrusive that I haven't seen much of.

"Fire Discharge Wei BBA" is an expression regulatory organization founded a few years ago by an old man who ends cat discarding.

In the name of sound youth development, it is the main activity of this organization to also consign with PTA extremists to search for radical expressions in their creations with the blood eye and to protest simultaneously to publishers and television stations. From time to time, members gather with each other for discussions, etc.

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This rally attracted the largest number of people to date. It was members from all over the country who took advantage of a wide venue and said the chairman, Cat Dumping End, would make a serious announcement.

"What announcement do you have?"

"It could be a delightful announcement to appeal to a great teacher of politicians to make laws that tighten up comics, cartoons, games and lanobes."

"Ah, I'm so glad to hear that. I mean, it's just cartoons, cartoons, games, lanobes, I hope it's all gone."

"Totally. That way, my child must take the exam seriously."

"My kids are all over the place because of those bad mediums"

"Oh, but only the BL and Ladycom regulations don't spare me"

"I strongly disagree with that."

"BL and Lady Comics are art frames, so no cans."

"By the way, the story is that the murder club actually existed. Is that a good book?

"I wrote a bunch of crappy novels about a bad book writer called Dog Owner."

"Such an impudent student will win a Brain Reduction Literature Award or suffer from understanding"

"By the way, the floor has been wet for a long time"

"Uh, I was wondering, too. Keep wiping the water. Why don't you wipe it dry?"

While talking to Peggy, the members were concerned that their feet were wet, but didn't even think deeply about why.

"Gentlemen, quietly. Your phone should be set to Manor Mode. There will now be a major announcement by Chairman of Fire Discharge Wei BBA and Cat Discharge End."

He tells me with a microphone, and the blurring stops.

An old man appeared on the stage, but, unlike usual, he wore a slack on a yore yore shirt and a rough outfit for a long time. She says she usually looks chic in a suit.

'Uh, actually, I apologize here for cheating on all of you'

Once again, the venue shudders to the sudden remarks of cat dumping.

'The very fact that I founded this organization was all a prank for this time. There is no such thing as cat dumping in the first place. Who I am...'

A cat dump turns the skin of his face as he says it. From beneath the old man, the face of the magnificent man becomes dewy.

He said he was your favorite dog breeder. How about this surprise? '

The members were taken aback when they saw the face of the nagging, laughing dog breeder. I suspected it was a dream, and even appeared to those who lay on their cheeks. It can't be imagined that the founder of the expression regulator group was actually one of the writers that expression regulators are avenging their eyes, etc. Besides, I lose much of Yangtian's language, such as revealing it, and it solidifies.

'But well, this is the beginning. The real deal is coming up. I wanted to throw a delightful party for all of you today, and I got you together ~'

The dog owner takes out the lighter.

"Barbecue Party, Enjoy It All"

Light the lighter and throw it to the floor.

Occasionally the venue was engulfed in a sea of fire, with countless screams.

(I'd like to take a slow look, but I don't think so either. This one gets caught in smoke, too)

Thanks in advance to a large amount of highly flammable and odorless liquid, the fire was quickly covering the entire venue. This liquid was asked by Junko to make it specially because the dog owner couldn't get something called an odorless flammable liquid.

Dog breeders going outside using pre-secured escape routes. I kept all the other doors locked from the outside, and I kept the passage covered with flames, but I think it would have been almost completely extinguished by the first ignition.

"This guy is karma. This is how we got off when what we did went around. You can't complain or make excuses. The result is everything."

And when they go forth, they perceive and speak of those burnt to death in the midst of the burning venues.

(I only put time and effort into it for this time, and it is refreshing. Whatever good reason you may have, these guys are just people who want to crush things they don't like. They like things they don't like, and they ignore how they feel about being oppressed. So I tried the exact same thing with these guys, too. But......)

Dog breeder that will have a non-floating look.

"Killing people isn't funny, as always. Yeah. I don't enjoy killing people at a time when it takes effort to try to stay with them."

It wasn't more fun than I thought to launch an expression regulatory group, which is inherently a hater, to be its head, solicit as many regulators as possible into the organization as members, gather them in one place, oil them in a venue, put them together in flames, and kill regulators.

(Most importantly, I can't get it to take a long time to prepare. The way I do it, it's very ugly. I wish I could use a small force to make a big catastrophe, like letting a cat go in front of a car and have a ball-pushing accident, throwing out smoke on a dry day and causing a big fire. I couldn't think of a beautiful and smart way to do it. But, well, there's been a lot less of my most hated guys, and this is good. Besides above all......)

I ran this long-term plan in return for my interest, because the books I wrote had long been violently given to me by regulators - not of. No, that too, but for more important reasons than that.

(If I leave them alone, Yu could have killed these guys in time. I can't help the people who lifted Mr. Koji up as a novelist, but I don't care about this one. And Yu's true hatred and anger was directed strongly at these guys. My ass sucks that I'm the cause of that. But that's why I can't leave you alone. I don't want to dishonor you with their filthy blood. Probably overprotective though)

That was the biggest reason why the dog owners gathered the people who slapped themselves together and killed them, until they went out of their way to build their own tissues.

(I wrote a novel about joining a murder club, but I don't really know what it's like to want to kill people or actually think it's funny to try to kill them, so I wonder if it's a distortion when you see the guy who really killed them or the guy who's nagging because he wants to kill them. Maybe next time I'll ask one of Yu's people.)

As he turned his back on the burning venue and walked away, the dog owner thought.

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