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Three more days have passed and the day has finally come when a drum can kick will take place, when the murder club and the formalin-pickled president will decide the female male.

The place where the game takes place is in the mountains. Where the drum can is located is one of the unused separate shipping rooms.

Already the faces of the homicide club are assembled at designated locations, and they also wear a presslet to check their movements.

"It was in an abandoned building when I used to join, and all I've ever had was indoors. Hey."

Junko says.

"Twelve hours this time because there's a lot of people."

Projecting the display, one of the members shrugged as he read the instructions.

"That's a long time..."

"How can I stand twelve drum can explosions?"

"Or before that, kill all the ghosts."

"It's going to be both helo long, and this game is too long, that's crazy"

"I don't want to do this for that long, and I'd rather be aggressive in killing"

Members gathered in one place have a chat or a final meeting.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please check the location of the drum can room in the villa"

Encouraged by the constituents of the Formalin-pickled President, the members, Junko and True headed to the villa.

Once inside the villa, there was a room made of metal with only one door, even though the others were wooden.

When the door is opened, it is a room that has been enlarged by smashing through several rooms, and the walls, ceilings and floors are made of metal. And a drum can is placed.

The child will be detained in this room. Sometimes they go to rescue the detained child.

"The second floor of the villa is no longer intrusive"

says the conductor's constituent.

"So the administrators of the president pickled in formalin are checking the situation there."

"Yes."

Junko said as he looked at the countless cameras mounted indoors, and the constituents nodded.

"What makes you think I'd do it outdoors?

Junko whispers in her true ear as she walks outside the villa.

"What I've been doing indoors so far will be to identify participants' range of action to some extent to fit the state of play into the camera. When it comes to doing it outdoors, the range of action is considerably wider, and the number of cameras is very high. For that matter, it's hard to check. So, when it comes to doing it outdoors, there are a lot of places out there that can't be covered by cameras, and I don't know if I work illegal activities there."

"I know, True you. Great."

He grinned contentedly, and was a pure child who tried to stroke his true head, but the truth paid off his hand without awe.

"Don't you have to tell the guys at the murder club about it?

"If you're not a child enough to notice without being pointed out, you won't survive."

To true confirmation, Junko replied with a smile.

"Ma, I tried to do that."

"Did you set it up?

"This time, I asked the players to also allow online viewing and to check the footage shown and streamed by the cameras set up in the venue. If I made this request, I would have chosen it for the game stage in such a large place and tried to keep the number of cameras low, because I knew it. So, where there's no camera over there, you can do whatever you want to be wronged."

It was explained to Junko, and True could largely read Junko's plan.

"To induce you to commit fraud and, conversely, to suppress and accuse you of that evidence and discredit the President in the back streets of a formalin-pickled president? As usual, don't be ridiculous."

"You don't have to cheat on the other side. I prefer uncertain manoeuvres that I don't know which way to fall to or the way I entrust them to them, rather than scheming for certainty."

With regard to the fact that there will be no problems without even cheating, I truly believe Junko is right, but I see a good chance of committing such injustice, given the nature of the organisation: a formalin-pickled president.

"All previous drum can kicks have taken place in the building. But this time it's in the mountains. You know what this means, right?

Akiichi speaks to Ryujiro away from Junko and the others.

"It will be obvious. You're too outspoken and frightened. But does everyone else know -?

Takuko, Takuma, Yu, Kashifu looked over and laughed slightly at Ryujiro.

"I don't know. You're a fool and a bad person. East University students, tell me."

Tsukiko swings to the table grind.

"Uh... wouldn't you call for outside backup, other than ghosts, to sneak up and kill him without a camera or something? Outdoors, there are many blind spots without cameras."

As I get anxious that it might be a hassle, Tablemill answers.

"It's a good line. But if it's enough to call for backup, we should just ghost that backup from the start, right? In the absence of a camera, I only agree with this part of the sneak. You're going to set something up there."

With an invincible grin, Ryujiro keeps talking.

"Then should we just be where we know the camera is set up?

Kishifu spoke, but Ryujiro shook his neck to the side.

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"Even when it comes to cameras, it's dangerous to rely on cameras that are in a visible location, just because they're not broadcast in real time, right? It could be a surveillance camera for the president pickled in formalin."

"Hmm, Mr. Ryuji often turns his head."

Inspiring shore husband.

"So, how do we stand around?

Akeichi asks.

"Nothing like this. Aren't you the one who forcefully theorized at the other meeting that you're just going to end up killing and killing each other?"

"That one back then, half of it was for real, but the other half, Gudagda on that spot got into trouble, so I forcefully put it together. Besides, there are a lot of things you won't know until you look at the area."

To Ryujiro's point, Akiichi said, shaking a small shake.

"Akiichi is right, there are a lot of things you won't know unless you start, and no, I think it would be better to have a rough discussion and then an add-on later in the local progression than to decide beforehand to 'do this'"

Yu gives his opinion.

"If this game is going live, we can tie it to the internet during the game, so do you know what's going on elsewhere?"

"You know as soon as your people get caught. I'm not forbidden to communicate over the phone."

Says Akiichi and Tsukiko respectively. Everyone felt that it had been set in favor of the child for a long time. And some, that was the feeling.

The ghost killers and finalists were gathered on the second floor of the villa. It is Shiraishi Sanro who takes command of them.

"Hey, I've only been in this game once, last time it was indoors, and there were no rules for kids to communicate with, so why is that different this time? They're both unfavourable to the ghost side, and I want a compelling reason"

Demanded by a flashy woman in a black-crushed costume on her pink head, Shiraishi Sanro finds herself irritated.

(I don't care if you're convinced of that, but according to the rules presented here, you guys will just play games.)

Though I thought so, I have trouble getting heso bent over with that in my mouth. I have heard that Masami Toriyama, who has just spoken, is a very good but difficult person to deal with.

"This one is in the same mood. We were offered unfavourable conditions and had to drink them."

Shikishizaburo explains with a voice that gives him a sharp look under his mask and pushes his emotions to death.

"Oh well. Junko, that's terrible. It strikes me in the head. But isn't this, in a way, the opening of a drama? Catharsis that beats and triumphs over it, even though unfavourable conditions have been imposed. It's the brightest moment. Come on, guys. Ugh."

"Ouch!

"kabadi kabadi kabadi kabadi"

Masami plays the voice, but there is no response except for about two people. One of the temperamental reactions was Ondrei Masalik.

"We're all bad for Nori. That's not gonna win anything you can win, is it? This uncle and Kabadyman are going to make it."

"Kabadyman?

Ondrei is surprised at the words of Zhengmi, who smiles and looks up at herself reluctantly.

"This man. Kabadyman, just like me, is a regular death-game president pickled in formalin. He's quite a deadbeat, so you should keep an eye out."

"Kabadi, Kabadi, Kabadi"

The man introduced to Kabadyman, whining the same words as a spell with a quick mouth, met lightly. It has a middle meat mid back and is around thirties old. For some reason, he spreads his legs and leans over his upper body with his middle waist, and his hands are also gently spread out to take an odd stance.

"Well, I'm counting on Masalik and Toriyama."

I glanced at Kabadyman disgustingly, Shiraishi Sanro said.

"So, what's the operation over here? I want you to say that quickly. I mean, they're not the group we got together yesterday, are they? Then there would have been plenty of time to work out the operation. Yet we meet for the first time here and now. What about this? Isn't that strange? Isn't that strange? You should admit it's crazy."

"You won't have a choice. It was just a crowd gathering."

Makoto complains quickly, while Sanro Shiragi makes excuses for sounding annoying, I also think this woman is not stupid.

"I understand how the game works, but if you say there's engagement, it's quicker to kill it"

Ondrey makes claims of brain muscle rounding.

"No, this one is tougher on the battlefield. You should avoid fighting as much as possible and frame them according to the rules of the game."

"Right. I don't care, but let's do it right."

Shirakezaburo told me, and I had no choice but to accept, Ondrei, but I was not willing to defend that statement.

"Oops... the start time is approaching as well. Decide on roles and other assignments in time, so follow them as best you can."

There was an uncomfortable air in Shikishizaburo, who said a little hastily.

'Then we will begin drum can kicking!

Signals of initiation flowed from speakers planted all over the mountain.

"I'm a little late. Just where it started."

Dog breeders listening to signals of initiation while walking the narrow path in the mountains.

Watch live streams on the display. The camera is switched on the viewer side. There are comments from other viewers, so you can also see what camera the player is on, and so on, in the comment information.

"It's just the beginning, no noticeable movement, is it? In the meantime, I... I think we should go somewhere where the President's men are pickled in formalin."

Walking with the display widened, the dog owner shrugged.

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