Chapter 888: 888 31

The day after the announcement of the murder club statement.

From the source, the net, this statement was also eliminated in television news. Kettle Hill only denied it, but just denied it, no other claims.

At three o'clock this afternoon, the police department is supposed to hold a press conference. Yu, Junko and Kettle Hill have largely imagined what it would be like.

At noon, Yu didn't even go to school and was in Azit. Shore husband and Ryujiro are also there. Each of the other three went to school.

Two visitors visited there. It's Umezu and Matsumoto, from the Backstreet Division of the Euthanasia Police Department.

"Although Fujikashi's husband is likely to face arrest. But... Junko told me that he's not human? You mean you can't even arrest me."

Umezu, who was passed to the living room and sat down on the couch, sees her shore husband.

"Can't you just arrest Mr. Kettlehill? To get him to do that, he set Mr. Kettlehill up to sin innocently."

"The police also have menthes. If we don't arrest some of the schemers, we won't be able to fit in, will we? The only crime is Kettle Hill. So it's not convincing, so you decided to have Fujikashi as your collaborator?

In response to Yu's words, Umezu even remembers and explains his frustration. It was a feeling that everything would go in a convenient direction.

"But you can't arrest Kishio, can you? Arresting them is a doll, and they say it's a substitute for not moving if you don't maintain it regularly."

Ryujiro pinches his mouth.

"A doll, I'm a robot."

And, shore husband.

"Can't you have a scenario where Mr. Shore killed himself? Ah?

To Yu's inquiry, Umezu roars.

"Well... it's easy to make it up with a suicide line. It's something I've been doing in this country for a long time."

There's no ashtray.

Ryujiro giggles and tells Umezu, who serves tobacco, but Umezu lets him try his mobile ashtray and smokes it out regardless.

"Steady... I used a strong and dirty method for a long time. I was disillusioned, honestly."

Spit out the smoke, turning to Yu, says Umezu.

"Because this is war. I'll do anything to win. But I honestly think I did something wrong. I don't regret it though. The consciousness with dirty hands is amazing."

Yu who doesn't scare things and speaks what he thinks.

"So I would like you to give Mr. Kettle Hill a bit of a generous treatment."

"I didn't condone myself, but do I demand that from this side? By and large, that's not what you ask the police to do. I'm gonna tell the D.A."

Even as Yu said it, Umezu reviewed Yu a little bit.

"I can't be relieved to leave it to the prosecutor. I'll see if I can help Mr. Kettlehill.

Yuzu wraps her tongue around a gentle mouthful of such things.

(That's not true... it would be nearly impossible to think in common sense. After covering up all the charges of this commotion, you think you're gonna help the other guy? Think about your hands like that? Prior to that, Tenzi, who fell into a pot hill, said he was going to help his fallen opponent this time? I'm just kidding)

While I thought so and denied it, even if it was common sense and impossible, it seemed to me that this girl would be able to achieve it quickly.

3pm. The police press conference began. Broadcast in real time, whether on a wide show or online.

'Until now, the police have not issued any statements because of the time it took to investigate inside the police. The name Homicide Club has certainly been asked. But this brings us to the conclusion that urban legend runoff is not real. I also interviewed a boy named Fujikashi, and I was given proof that he was working on them. "

A police commissioner with a hard (nasty) face on his bald head reads the text lightly on the display.

'The list of allegedly tipped off police officers is also a factually groundless prank. I believe the list of unsolved murders was independently investigated by Suspect Mihei Kettle Hill. Impossible, such as flushed by someone inside the police. I assure you that the police had nothing to do with the honor of the police officers who were wrongfully exposed. "

Kettle Hill was once again feeling the end and defeat as he watched the meeting on TV with justice.

"You're not even going to admit to leaking information from the inside? This was unexpected. The biggest lying puke was the police."

Smiling, pot hills sarcastic with strong poison.

"Are you saying that the police won't take any more sides here until they ignore the organization that protects them, because they went out to protect the police officers who gave information about the murder club to Mr. Kettle Hill..."

By exposing the police officers who disseminated the information, we understand that this effect is also aimed at, and that justice feels like it was done without skin.

"Right. They can't betray it any further, even though the organization is trying to cover us up instead of cutting us off. Besides that, it means you can't even imitate things like stirring them up. To put it further, even they were anonymous, which is why they were able to cooperate at the edge of the line. And yet they dragged us out of the safe zone and published our names. What can we do? There's no way you can help us until you risk your life on a stick."

I wonder if this structure was also aimed at beforehand, Pot Hill thinks. I can't help thinking about it now.

"If this happens, there's no way the police will plead guilty and use their prestige to antagonize with the murder club. Such a special winning organization wouldn't even let something like Backstreet go wild. And of course, we don't protect the murder club from the start."

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If the enemy doesn't move in the form of a police escalator, the pot hill thinks he doesn't know what happened. With the police, he may have moved toward arrest by acknowledging the existence of a murder club, out of pressure from enormous powers. No, Kettle Hill was going to incite public opinion and direct it to do so.

"You lost. I really lost lightly. I feel like an ant pointing a blade at an elephant. Or lightly trampled."

Even if an ant is trampled by an elephant, it would be helpful to escape into a gap, justice to think about the extra.

At that time, the Righteous Cell Phone receives a call from Takuma.

'A representative of the Homicide Club says he wants to talk to Kettle Hill directly, okay?

When Justice tells Kettle Hill the words of Tablemill, Kettle Hill nodded silently, so raising the volume of the phone speaker.

"I'm Fujishima's husband."

The voice of the boy who was making a statement online sounds.

'Before I was born, do you know what happened to the politicians, the capitalists, who made the decision to accept immigrants?

Kishifu suddenly tells a story without context.

It was more than forty years ago, but in Japan, where childlessness had intensified, we finally made it to a massive immigration policy. It was the big men of the foundation or the politicians who were mesmerized by them who were strongly recommending these.

The foundation - the prospect of business owners introducing immigrants, etc. - is visible. To make our own money, to get a massive amount of cheap labor.

Speaking of what happened as a result, Japan's security deteriorated rapidly, the mafia trekked, the back streets were derived, and discrimination issues erupted - and all the negative aspects ended in noticeable results. And many of the people who recommended immigration were killed in a brutal way by a mafia that had flown in with immigrants together as a family, leading to the appearance of them being exposed online as video.

The ironic schematic that they, who brought in immigrants, would be killed by immigrants. But what's even more ironic is that it was the survivors of the victims who were killed by the immigrants who hired the immigrants.

When it came to Japan's reaction to the incident at the time, it was a joyous one. The whole of Japan rejoiced. Both online and in real life everyday conversations, people spoke plainly and smiled and talked to each other. Those who hired the killers were later found out and caught by the police, but enough to form a large defense corps of over two hundred for them.

That's normal, too. In the first place, we accelerated childhood because some capitalists and their dogs, politicians, widened the disparities to satisfy their own greed, making them unable to afford to have a family or to pay for their education. So they lost their workforce, and they became corrupt with money until they called in a large number of immigrants to ensure a workforce that was as cheap as slaves, without the intention of making security worse.

There was no voice of sympathy for those killed in this case, and as a cursed national bandit, he made a name for himself in history.

"I also saw the reaction online at the time. What was done was an act that broke the law, a murder. But they were all delighted, from the bottom of their hearts, with the death of men. I admired the killing. I rejoiced, even though it was an act contrary to the rule of law. Naturally, it was the great evil that made the law so convenient. I'm sure it wasn't just on the internet that I was praising '

"So you want me to affirm the murder club, too?

'People are animals who want to kill people, and there was a murder club because there was demand for it. We each had a reason to ask for a kill. Killing those who made immigration recommendations is an acceptable and praiseworthy killing. On the other hand, are we supposed to be unacceptable killers?

"This is a state of law, and there's no right for people to kill people"

'I'm not talking about the law. I'm talking about people's minds. What the law does not acknowledge and forgive, and what the hearts of men have forgiven and glorified. This is what matters. Nobody knows about us. You don't know, I was just trying to raise the issue as to what it would be like to be denied existence itself as evil'.

I can also understand what Kishifu is trying to say to Kettle Hill. I know that not everyone belonging to a murder club can be forgiven, and that there are circumstances for each of them. If you think by law or ethics, there is no good or bad murder. Everything is evil. But in human emotion, it's so easy to break it off.

"I'm sorry... No, not now, but I want to talk directly to that kid lurking in your shadow, not you."

"Yes, I took your place."

At the request of Kettle Hill, it immediately turns into the voice of a prolonged talking girl.

"If you make the law absolute, the people who make people unhappy for their greed within the boundaries of the law will not be considered evil by any means." The people who forcibly pushed immigrants for their own desires and caused so much harm to this country, as I mentioned earlier, will not be evil. But people understood it in their hearts. Ah. Those who widened inequalities to satisfy their own desires and even enforced immigration policies are far more evil than just murderers, 'he said.

"I know that, but more than being a rule of law state, you won't be able to admit that to your forehead"

'As Mr. and Mrs. Shore have just said, if it's a rule of law state, we can't seem to tie the law to people's hearts as absolute? Imperfect human-made ambiguous rules, and not everyone is convinced of them. That's why we were born. "

"Right. But without the law, you're definitely evil."

I did feel the slight but certainly anger in the voice of Kettle Hill, the justice that was on my side, and the superiority beyond the phone.

'Surely I seem evil? Because he wanted to set up a murder club. The owner is Junko, and it's Junko who actually made it, but it was because I wanted it in words that Junko made that wish come true, a murder club was born, and many people were killed. I just wanted to. That's all, but I'm the root of all evil, right? Biggest evil, isn't it? Just for my own desires, I'm totally with the evil people who brought in immigrants, knowing they'd make the country a mess, right? But will you do me that evil and judge me by law? I hope I didn't kill people directly, other than in self-defense. The self-defense murder was ruined, and there was no such thing. I just wish the murder club was real, I just wanted it. Then the existence of me, which can never be judged by law in a state governed by the rule of law, from a socialist human being like Mr. Kettlehill, wouldn't that make the rationale that I'm not evil? Ah? If they were to punish me, it seems like they're on the righteous side of disregard for the law?

In return for Yu, Kettle Hill loses his word.

(Disgusted with society, denying the law, but not really, such disgust...... you want to create a schematic of sarcasm, but you want a murder club and the person you wanted didn't even commit murder!?

So much to calculate, to make this society, to make a mockery of ethics, of the rule of law state, if this girl wanted a murder club - I think pot hill is horrible in so many ways.

(The devil... this girl...)

groaning in his mouth, groaning.

(With a penetration of the needle, in just one word, just roll one stone from the cliff, causing the greatest catastrophe with the smallest force. This is the dog breeder. I learned it from the dog owner, in the exercise of evil. Hard to say smarter than a dog owner.)

Beyond the phone, Yu whines and adds without speaking up.

'That and one more thing... It doesn't matter if we're evil or whatever, but if we're evil, we scratch to protect what we want to protect. Even those of you who decide to be evil are still alive. Some things I want to protect. We protect them, just as you try to protect them. I'll do anything for you.'

"I don't deny that reasoning either."

When I heard my daughter, who I thought was a demon, complained in a sincere voice of her humane remarks, for some reason Kettle Hill felt relieved and smiled.

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