Junko and True were peeking into the Murder Club chat room at the Snow Oka Institute.
Seeing how they react to death games to settle with a formalin-pickled president is more morale than we all thought. Junko and True watched that there would also be a recoil to fighting assassins, being chased around, and being in the castle mode these past few days.
"You shouldn't tell me now that we're almost done with the murder club. It might sound like morale."
"I think I should tell you first. Can't you think of anything to do with leaving the formalin-pickled president and snagging him where he's happy?
"Hmm... Oh, no, that's..."
With true pointers, Junko becomes a complex expression.
"But it was supposed to end, and hey. There's nothing I can do about all this. I'll have to tell you later to avoid morale loss."
"At the point of becoming a member, that was something I should have told you. But when you say that, you don't feel comfortable knowing it's going to end or something, do you?
"Hmm, well... they've read it all. haha."
Junko laughs on her cheek.
"Don't wonder if it's a way like later. It's like a fraud."
"Either you make me aware of it as a temporary dream by putting it through my muscles, or you make me enjoy it wholeheartedly without telling the truth to the end without making me dream about it."
It was true to complain about how Junko did it, but I heard Junko's words, and I saw only one way of thinking, and realized that I was pushing it with the thought that it was right.
"Sorry. That was shallow, me. I mean solitary."
"I don't care. True you always are. [M] Ah..."
True to apologize, Junko runs the real thing and holds his mouth down that it's gone.
"You should care. Each other."
"Yeah...... sorry"
Seriously, Junko apologized with even more cheeks to say along with the follow-up.
Yu took Shore husband home. Because my father had slept a long time, he brought me here.
When Kishifu's consciousness returns to Light Next, Kishifu's body becomes an autopilot meat doll, a mechanism to return to the Snow Oka Institute, but Kishifu remains alive all the time, and Light Next does not try to wake up.
"Why aren't you going back to your father?
"Actually, Dawn, the next spirit is becoming greatly unstable. Back now, Dawn, the next spirit may be more chased and broken. That's why I'm not going back."
Before coming home Yu asked Shore husband, such an answer came back, so Yu thought that if we let each other see each other in real life, we could do something about it, and brought him in.
It was an insignificant thought, but nothing still happens if you bring your shore husband in before the next light of sleep.
"No matter how hard I try, how hard I try, I can't help it...... Sometimes it's hard. And this is exactly what it is."
nodding beside my father's face, Yu said.
"Everything I did, too, was in vain. hahaha......"
"I'm not wasting it"
Yu was a little surprised by what Kishifu muttered.
"To avoid wasting it, I followed you. And I will continue... Don't give up, let's find a way. I'll do anything for that. 'Cause I'm here now, Dawn, not just the next delusion, but I was born because Yu wanted me to. I'll try my best to make it your ideal shape."
"Do you have an idea what exactly to do? Ah?
"Yeah...... Sorry, I can't think of anything."
He asks me nicely and sneers at me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't count on you. But I'll be with you for a while. That's what I want to do."
"I'm just glad it feels like it"
I tell you with all my heart, not for the follow up, Yu smiles. Yu had received that the fact that Shore husband thought so was the same as the fact that his father took care of himself.
"The only thing that makes me happy is my mouth, and it's not the woman's heart. I am discouraged that I do not rely on it in my heart. What a man with only feelings and no power is the subject of the most disappointment, discouragement and contempt for a woman. Yeah, this is Dawn Next Thoughts"
But Yu is annoyed by the shore husband, who talks masochistically.
"Dad, were you looking at a woman with those twisted eyes... Is that what you think of my daughter..."
"Sorry. I said something extra"
Shosho husband who laughs bitterly and apologizes.
"If you can also bring out your father's feelings and memories, can you tell me a little more?
"What do you want to hear?
"What do you think of your mother who made you kill yourself?
To Yu's enquiry, Kishi's husband was silent for a while.
"Try not to think about it, I'm running away. I keep running away. It's cowardly, isn't it? I think it's really cowardly. This is the heart of my body...... I'll give it to you myself. Oh, I'm sorry... like other personnel."
"No...... thanks for letting me know"
Yu speaks of gratitude as he gave up. Neither did I assume that the true nature of my father, who was told from the mouth of my shore husband. It feels like - after all.
Yu thought so for a moment, wondering if it would have been better not to wake up like this and remain a shore husband all the time.
Let's explain here the rules of play called can kicking.
Decide on one ghost, circle on the ground and place the can in its center, and the child kicks the can away as much as he wants.
The ghost picks up the can and puts it at the center of the circle, and after the ghost counts for a few seconds, he goes to find the child.
When the ghost finds the hidden child, he goes back to the can place, steps on the can and speaks the name of the child he finds.
If they step on the can and call me by name, the ghost will have caught the child, put him in a circle, and seal his movements.
Before they step on the can, if the child kicks the can, the child who was found and tried to be called his name, or the child who was found and in the circle, will all be free. Kicking the can is a right for all the restrained children in the circle. Even with a ghost stepping on a can, if it's before they call it a name, the kid can kick the can the ghost is stepping on. There are also things that keep ghosts from treading hard on cans and getting kicked.
The rules vary from region to region, but the four people in Ajito - Takuma, Ryujiro, Akiichi, and Tsuko - knew about the substitutes mentioned above.
The game Drum Can Kick, offered by the President pickled in formalin, is based on this can kick.
The difference with a regular can kick is that the can literally uses a drum can and there is plenty of poison gas concentrated in this drum can.
Instead of a circle to write on the ground, it means using a room. The captured child is literally detained inside this room.
I never kick a can first. The child starts from a position away from the room where the can is located, and the ghost starts near the can.
That ghosts are more than one person. And both ghosts and children can engage outside the room.
No fighting is permitted in the room, only the act of a child knocking down a drum can and the act of a ghost supporting a drum can to prevent it. The ghost rides on a drum can and screams the name of the child he finds.
At a set time, the door to the room closes and the drum can explodes. The explosion of the drum can is every hour. Explosion every time the time goes around just 0 minutes. It's naturally not free if you get caught in the blast, and most importantly, the poison gas that's stuck inside fills the room. Kids caught indoors, kids who come knocking down drum cans, ghosts who protect or trample on drum cans, feed on poison gas. And a new drum can with poison gas will be prepared.
The maximum number of people that can be consolidated at one time is six. It is forbidden for seven or more people to be anywhere near five minutes or more.
By the time the poison gas is generated, the child must be prevented from being caught, while helping the caught child. Also, ghosts need to get out of the room before poison gas time.
The end time of the game varies depending on the number of people, but takes quite a long time. About six hours. Sometimes nine or twelve hours is the case when there is a large number of people. Alternatively, the fighting flourishes and one of them is near total annihilation, and sometimes it ends in less than thirty minutes.
"You're closer to knocking down a stick than a can kick."
"But well, it can also be a death game that deserves to determine the fate of a murder club."
In Ajito, Takuma and Ryujiro, who checked the content of the game, each shared their thoughts.
By the way, in this day and age, it was banned in schools all over the country until a few years ago, both stick knockouts and group gymnastics are back together. Because the recoil, which had been going on until recent years, revisited the hyper-loose education, made it a trend for children to thrust into the valley of Thousand Seekers and grow up with the momentum to rain rocks from above -.
"If you can engage, why don't you just kill me as soon as you find the ghost? You don't have to go out of your way to follow these games."
Sumiko insists.
"I don't think we're just going to kill each other. Because even if a child intends to, the ghost side would rather detain the child in a room with a poisoned gas drum can than kill the opponent by engagement is the most efficient victory. Wasted engagement is going to be a move to avoid it as much as possible. On the contrary, if the child takes it into active engagement and it does what he wants, he's going to have a keri in a short time."
"If you find it, you just have to go inside the room, get on top of the can, and scream the name of the kid you found. From the ghost side, there's no need to move on and engage. But from the side of the child, Tsuruko and Ryujiro are right, it's definitely better to go around killing ghosts."
Ryujiro and Akiichi say each.
"Will a ghost continue to be a killer hired by a formalin-pickled president or something?
Tablemill speaks the question.
"That organization basically says it's the only way to get the warriors in from the outside, so it's going to be"
And, sharp one. All the outside killers have also been attacking the murder club over the past few days, but Sharp ichi watched as survival was likely to take over into the game as it was.
"I don't know at the moment what kind of place it takes place, but I think there's an overwhelming amount of minutes on the ghost side, depending on the number and location of ghosts, where I simulated a bit of brain. They actually have a lot of ghost victories. The only way to reduce ghosts is to engage and kill them, but ghosts can follow the rules of the game and reduce them. If the number of good ghosts continues to decrease, it will be harder and harder to rescue them."
Ryujiro, who says it in his true face at what time.
"For example, when a ghost acts saggy with about six people, and finds a child, four of the six ghosts become walls to prevent the child from pursuing them, and the two become clerks going to a room with drum cans, even if they could break through the four walls and chase the two who escaped, if the other two also fled in a variance... see, doesn't this just make the ghost feel more advantageous and the child in trouble?
"A normal can kick is because the ghost is alone. But if it's more than one ghost..."
"In the meantime the game will be repeated for a long time..."
Hearing Ryujiro's assumptions, Akiichi and Tsukiko squirm with a difficult face.
"You should consult beforehand on the child's side and set up a close operation. Let's set up an operation with all the members of the Homicide Club and decide to share it."
"At every homicide club member gathering, I get the impression that all the members of the homicide club are my strong, uncoordinated guys, and you're anxious to get things together well"
That's what Ryujiro projects the display and makes the call, but Sharp One speaks the skeptical language.
"I'll text Junko too - Members will also be contacted. Oh, yeah..."
Ryujiro shows on the display the site of the President pickled in formalin.
"Oh, I knew you did. On several occasions in the past, a formalin-pickled president has hosted this game and its appearance has been videotaped and sold. Let's take a look at this."
"There's also the possibility of making it a game you can't refer to. The footage sold will be a game designed to entertain participants and viewers alike, but we're in a game where the president pickles formalin to crush us."
Sharp One hits Ryujiro, who goes on to talk with Sakukukukuku, with even more skeptical words.
"Doesn't that mean we'll be set to lose whatever we do in their favor unilaterally?
Tochiko said frigidly.
"On the face of it, you will compete squarely. This game is played with the mentions of a formalin-pickled president, so if it's a substitute for a blatant lack of fairness, even if a formalin-pickled president wins a murder club, the reputation of the back streets will be even worse."
"How is this superficial to transmit to the person in the back street?"
Tablemill teared up Ryujiro's words, but they all passed brilliantly, so Tablemill can be naughty face.
"However, as Tatsuko fears, I feel like I'm going to do a lot of cowardly things out of sight."
Even Ryujiro on the boulder can't imagine what that cowardly thing is at the moment.