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The noon wide show featured an interview with Kettle Hill on the air.

I saw it alone in the living room of the lab, but I didn't have anything to say or do that would be particularly distracting.

And as always, the interview was also flushed with a mosaic on his face to the murder club victim survivors. This one is crying along the way.

(I wonder if this guy really is a surviving victim? I think it's a Sakura or something prepared on the TV station)

It seems so purposeful that Junko suspects so.

"We're all anxious when things go on like this, and we'd better get together at the homicide club again."

When Junko was squealing like that, he got a call.

"Hey, Junko. Watching TV, huh? Something's going on."

The person on the phone was a white fox string screw.

"Oh, String Spiral. Exactly. As an example, I just don't want you to do anything you can."

"Yeah. Why not? Trouble getting in the way of my plan. How hard I've worked as a backside to support the murder club, come on."

"You're not telling me to give up and give up, are you? Looks like they're gonna try to solve this with the members of the murder club. Come on."

'Wow, is that what you mean? Ah. Then I'll keep an eye on you raw and warm. "

Teng himself, who has used his mighty powers to keep the media and police in the lookout and maintain a murder club, hung up, as he was relieved.

The next day, homicide club members were again gathered in the gymnasium they had previously rented.

Looking over, there are many anxious faces. Yuya and Ryujiro's group, on the other hand, have a mindset to face the truth after learning it, but are therefore unlike other members.

"I'm done with the Murder Club activity itself. The police say they can't cooperate any more, too. Hey. And I kept this quiet from you, but it was on schedule. [M] The Murder Club was only authorized for a limited time. But hey, your fight itself isn't over yet. It will continue, and we have to let it continue. To do that, you can't pull it here. It's just like fighting a formalin-pickled president. Give in to whoever's trying to crush the murder club, defeat it and end it. Then you can't."

The members turned to Junko's sudden declaration of the end of the murder club.

"By the time the police stopped cooperating, aren't we already losing?

Opinion of one of the members.

"Even after the murder club, you're still alive, and you have future activities, right? Oh, I shouldn't have talked about this right now. Sort of fun later. Besides, not everything in the police has been betrayed, and I think we're seeing things now."

Listening to the thoughtful dialogue of Junko, many members inflate their hearts to expectations.

"In the meantime, I'm leaving this matter to you, Yu, come here and talk to me."

Junko urged him, and Yu went up to the stage.

"The more time passes, the more disadvantageous this one becomes"

Yu gets to the point without saying hello. It's not the usual way of talking, it's not prolonged.

"We're going to fight back early. And settle all at once. My enemies have also used dirty hands, so don't hesitate to use this one, very dirty hands, and I'm going to hold my breath. We're -- it's definitely evil in the eyes of the public, but evil has evil intentions."

The dialogue that evil has the will of evil had something resounding in the breasts of large numbers of members.

"We are indeed evil. Except... it's just evil from the public eye, from common sense, from the law. We certainly had a reason to want to kill him. That's why I killed him. There was also a motive that led me to enjoy killing. That's why I killed him. We're here. Our feelings do exist. We pushed it through, and at least I have no guilt or dust, and I'm not going to be judged by the law."

A beautiful girl with a calm and tender appearance to see, breaking herself off as evil, while affirming murder and denying the law, while surreal, becomes a very intense impression and burns to the souls of its members.

"I believe in what Junko said. That there's a way ahead of us, trying to finish the murder club. At least I want to protect the very life that lies ahead. Let us preserve our lives, pierce our way of life, and let me pass too, in an attempt to take the lives of others, to set the stage and denigrate the lives of others. And for a short time, I can't forgive that the murder club that made our dreams come to an end with someone scorning us. This is my will. We cannot accept defeat to those who see us as enemies, to those who stand in front of us. Even if the Murder Club is almost over, I want to leave my enemies exactly behind before I finish."

Where Yu spoke so much, he is wrapped in applause and cheer.

"You-san...... besides your thoughts, you're a good speaker. I'll do it."

Ryuji also claps and speaks to the sharp one next door.

"I basically decide not to trust a mouth master."

"Hehe, why?

Without applause or anything, Ryujiro asks intriguingly, sharply of his expression as he remains in an arm-wrapped pose.

"I've known you a long time."

"Oh, yes."

Ryujiro, who had a long relationship and had a good idea, kept it in one word.

"How are we going to fight back?

One of the members asks nicely where the applause and cheer have stopped.

"First of all, after this one and the delegates have exposed themselves and their names, I will make a statement. Of course, I'm leaving."

"No, that's absolutely no!

Kishifu shouted without a scream.

"Then I'll do it. I can never just admit that Yu will leave. I'll do what Yu says. Let me take that form."

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Yu is less shocked by one hot shore husband.

"Mr. Shore, was he such a character?

"I don't know if middle school students are representatives or something..."

"Then it would be very inappropriate for you to look like a representative."

"No, Yu is cute, so it's a painting, and I'll have more allies, and I think Yu is appropriate"

Ryujiro, Takuma, Akiichi and Kuriko each speak.

"I can never give up just this. You-san can't get it out. Besides, even if the delegates were to be targeted, even if I were dead, the battle would continue if Yu of the tower stayed, right?

"Okay."

Yu agreed with a smile on his face to shore husband, who desperately complained. I felt so happy that I wanted to cry, more than embarrassed in front of a large crowd, but it was a making laugh as an enlightenment.

Yu descends from the altar and approaches his shore husband's side.

"Mr. Kishi..."

In my ear, I whisper in a voice that only my shore husband hears.

"The Murder Club is my father's delusion. It was the dog breeder who shaped that as a novel. I was the one who wanted that novel to be real. It was Junko who made that wish come true. Apart from these four, I don't want them to pull the curtain on the murder club. I don't think I deserve that. I don't want to be molested. That's all, a battle for my personal boring will, thank you."

"Yeah, okay"

Nodding forcefully, Kishifu laid his hand on Yu's shoulder.

MORE THE NEXT DAY. In his home apartment, Kettle Hill was facing Rice Zume to discuss his future policies.

"I want to make contact with a member of the murder club, who seems relatively decent. I'd like to draw you in here if I could. There must be someone in the murder club whose heart is shaking. I'm trying to get them to come out for it."

"I see, is that how you're going to chop it up a little bit"

Without trying to sit down as usual, the lyszme on his face clamped together with his arms poking at him makes a rare and impressive voice.

"It's not a plain way to call it decision hitting, though. And he asked the members who had drawn him here to go out to the public again and make a call."

"The role of the call, can't I? I'd like to help you a little bit."

"You're like this trump card, and I don't want to put it on the surface stage if I can. But I might ask you to do it when it's gone."

"Right. By the way, what happened to justice and truth?

"We both seem to have found ourselves disgusted with my ways. Well... I can't help it."

Kettle hill that becomes tannic. Immediately after that, the call rang.

The visitors were sinister justice.

"There are many parts of you that are unacceptable in your way, but still... I'll get to the end of this once and for all. I decided to fight the murder club once. I don't like the way it's done. I don't know if it's divisive or something."

"Well, come up."

Kettle Hill urges you to go inside to the justice you can't seem to say on the front porch.

"Junko Yukioka has no movement. That's creepy."

"You told the survivors that you were the owner, didn't you?

The pot hill nods at the question of the rice knob.

"We talked, but we can't publish it. But letting them know at least that it exists could lead to sprouts later."

It is a pot hill that reveals the name of Junko, along with insurance when he fails. It's a pale hopeful observation that even if I screw up, someone might inherit my role.

"If you're going to chop it up, it's your job to finish Junko Yukioka first. That way, at least, most of the functions of the murder club will be lost."

"If you can do that, that's a hand, too. However, there is also a good chance that a replacement will be provided. The Homicide Club is definitely an organization that also involves the dark parts of the national hub. Take your head and disappear. There's no guarantee."

"Then... I'm coming. There's no guarantee I can win. Those who have a strong love for rice are the strong ones, but that Junko Yukioka is also rice pie over bread, though he is late. But - she had dinner with brown rice. I don't like white rice rice, complain about my health, and fall in the wrong way: rice mixed with brown rice. There's my chance."

"I'll leave it to you. But even brown rice would be rice. I'm just not refined."

"White rice is True Justice. Bye."

The inner pot hill was lost wondering if I could entrust such a role to the trump card here, but if I could finish Junko Yukioka, my expectation of being an advantage at once would be exceeded, and I made the choice of letting him go to pot hill. I abandoned prudential measures and took bets.

"Look at this, man. At nine o'clock tonight, the homicide club will make a statement. Besides, the delegates showed their names and faces."

After the lyszme leaves, justice with the net open reports.

"Junko Yukioka?

"No. Fujikashi husband... She used to come here."

"That youngest kid is the representative?

It's very inconceivable, such as that most discreet boy being represented. The pot hill caught my eye wondering if I could just be a puppet and read the statement.

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