Chapter 89: 89 10

The death of Hero Otani became, during that night, the knowledge of the sweeping vacation.

All members of the sweep vacation have a transmitter embedded in their bodies, and when the heart stops beating, it's a mechanism to tell the other members about it. If the dead come out, it's fast enough to tell.

However, it was the first time they had received a death report from a transmitter. Four people, Mutsuki, Tazawa, Chang Man and Liu Wei, were drinking at Tasmania Devil when they confirmed the death of a hero.

"The first black star since the sweep vacation began, huh? It depends on the hero."

Chang Man exhales heavily, holds the glass in front of him and closes his eyes, offering silent prayers.

"I told you not to flag death. I can't believe you're really gonna die on that arrow tip. Looks like that sturdy thing."

"Mmm! Mmm!

Tazawa even grinned in the same floating way as usual. Liu Wei, on the other hand, kept his mouth as a letter to and his face lumped, but only one was weeping. I didn't even try to hide the tears in front of everyone.

"Mmm!"

"Yes, sir."

Liu Wei gives a familiar shout to stop the waiter who went through the side. A small, shallow, dark-skinned, middle-aged waiter, who determined his hair perfectly to be all-back, placed a new glass and a bottle of brandy on the table, wondering if he had responded with a sinister, low voice.

"You were a clumsy guy from start to finish."

Chang Man punches his tongue and opens the bottle plug, pouring it into the sixth glass the waiter brought. It was a bottle that the hero kept.

"Why... the hero must be dead..."

"Ha!? You're serious about that!?

Turn pale and lie down, and Zhang renounce his voice in the words of the Good Moon, which he says in his plundered voice.

"It's not like I really don't know. Then you don't. It's not toboggling."

While aware of the usual eclampsia or appearance, it becomes sinister and drops the tone of his voice.

"I guess I am. Ha ha. What the... he imitated such a pioneering..."

Though I could hardly resist crying, I couldn't enjoy overflowing and spilling, and at least it was a good moon that I was trying to relax and not show it to my surroundings, but the voice itself is also a tear.

"I don't care what the hero decides to say here, Udauda. If I look at you now, he'll give you the same."

It didn't look like a nagging Mutsuki, but I didn't have to look at what Tazawa was saying to me.

"This world is a playground. Life is all play time. That's all you had to do to leave the playground and turn your playing time around, right?

Mutsuki remembers something irritating about Tazawa, which is not at all the same as usual. I was unnecessarily irritated just admiring Tazawa. I wonder why Tazawa can't help breaking his usual pace when he can't keep his cool at all.

"You don't have to imitate such an advance for me... Ha ha, you thought I'd lose."

Mutsuki continues his words, as if to ignore Tazawa's words.

"Maybe I was feeling it. Heroes were the bearers of strength against you. When that hero was murdered, it actually sucked, didn't it?

"Mmm!"

Chang Man says, and Liu Wei just says he agrees.

"I don't really know why. Ma, Chang Man is right, the hero must have felt your danger. And if he's killed, I'm sure he won't be taken care of."

And, Tazawa.

"I know you mean it for someone other than yourself than for yourself."

An award-winning man who rarely stops blinking his left eye perfectly and says it with an uncomfortable face.

"Once upon a time, my childhood girl got fucked. So, the childhood tame, she ambushed the killer, accidentally knocked him out, made him a botanical person. So, I was in love with him, so I was guilty. The guy went a little crazy, too, and then he went to the closed ward. So, in court, the prosecutor's shitty son of a bitch even spoke ill of him to cover up any primitive and barbaric acts such as retaliation and give them away. The woman asked me out more, or even if she didn't, she started kidding me about walking alone on the night lane, and I ran out of bees and went wild in court. No, even if it was a violent outburst, it was immediately seized."

"What does that have to do with your old story?"

"Feeling like a hero, I thought you might be with me at that time. Yeah, that's what I'm trying to say."

Tazawa, who makes his nose pound and his eyes squint like it's lit.

"So what happened? Don't you already have one cushion to fall in the back streets?

Interestingly, Mutsuki encourages the conversation to continue.

"That's sharp. Well... I couldn't forgive the shit the D.A. said, so I stuck around his house and butchered him after he got out. My chest is soothing. That's when you thought the guy who said evil without asking questions about the killer was a big liar. It was the best moment. I didn't want to get stuck in jail again, so I fell in the back streets, and while I was searching for a way to get caught, I knew this place existed, and my boss rubbed it off, and I still do."

"I guess the first kill is similar. I mean, I don't think killing is unconditional and evil."

Saying so, Tanzawa looks up at the liquor left in the glass at once, pouring the contents of the bottle the hero had kept into his glass.

"When I was a kid, there were those guys who were dropping cats upside down from high and letting them play passively. I dropped it from the second floor, but it landed well because I was passive, and now I dropped it from the fifteenth floor. Of course the cat is dead. They laughed and laughed."

I just talked to him that far, and he scratches the contents of the glass again.

"He killed my cat, he slammed them down the same way."

Tazawa shrugs her shoulders and opens her hands. When I returned home, I started doing this action frequently, but it was time we all got used to it.

"My first killer to remember, but I didn't find out. There was no blame for my conscience. Well, naturally. Yeah, of course I had a really bad chest."

"Same goes for me. The first murder had no sense of guilt at all. I don't want to talk about it."

And Manami, who just came on the spot, said. Takuya also comes a little late.

"They all look alike. I mean, why are we talking about the first experience of murder at some point? So, you guys, are you done with your work?

"Not yet. I was just checking down. Tomorrow or the day after."

Takuya answers the winner asking with a dark expression. Manami also has a sinking face and sits in the box seat next to the four of them.

"The first victim from us... Losing a buddy was so hard and painful."

"I didn't mean to smell blue. How much do we think we've tasted for the rest of them at work?"

To Tatsuya's words, Tazawa said with a laugh. It was an honest argument, and not a tone of blame, but this word resonated heavily with Takuya and Manami.

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"Hero's revenge, we have to take it."

A good moon while shaking the glass and squeaking the ice inside properly.

"Right. They're after you, too, and you can't keep doing this. But let's start with the boss's judgment. Don't be a hero."

It was a mouthful that started as usual, but I knew that Tazawa was seriously warning me.

It should be noted that Mutsuki was not willing to follow suit.

"Hard? Hard? Look, answer me. Is it hard?"

With a netinetic tone and a high voice, my mother calls to Shayyah.

Although it was an extremely simple challenge, Shayyah is turning his face bright red and shaking his body into small pieces.

Even if it is a simple challenge, if it is not accomplished, it will be presented with a more demanding challenge. Failure to do so escalates even more harshly and gradually.

"It's hard. It's painful."

Shayyah, who is forcing an air chair, replied sobbing.

"Oh, that's good. Wow. Yeah, that's very good."

My mother laughs delightfully at the garlic and clings to the shaking calf of Shayyah with her toes.

"Suffer more. That's how happy anyone but Shayyah is in the world of the table. That's why Shayyah doesn't suffer the rest of his life here, hey!

At the same time my mother lifted her legs wide as she screamed, poking her heel at Shayyah's thick crotch. Shayyah collapses without stopping.

These days my mother has done more and worse tricks before. Previously, there was rarely any physical violence against Shayyah, but it became frequently visible. Shayyah has not yet been able to tolerate such violence.

"Oh, you couldn't do my assignment properly. I don't know what you're supposed to be. Then we have to put out a harder challenge and get them to suffer."

(I want to die...)

I listen to my mother's words and squeal in my heart.

But I can't even die.

If he kills himself and dies, he goes to hell for nothing, and while he is in worse blame bitterness than he is now, if he continues to suffer forever, he is scattered since he was little, and whenever he thinks of the option of committing suicide, his uninterrupted fear catches on.

It's all right.

My voice echoed in my head. Only Shayyah can hear me.

(I'm sure you'll be free of this hell one day. I know)

The Lord of the Voice always said the same thing, but where is the basis for saying so? I just think I'm saying it just to heal Shayyah's heart and comfort him with outrage on the spot.

But even such baseless words of comfort were a support for Shayyah's heart.

Will it be two years since he showed up? If he did not appear in Shayyah, both Shayyah and he have judged that Shayyah's heart would have been torn apart.

"Mutsuki...... though it was a miracle that you showed up"

After my mother leaves the room, she calls out in a fine voice, still falling on the floor.

"I can't imagine any more miracles happening. I'm sure it will stay like this forever. Mother is right, I will always be blamed by Mother for the happiness of the outside world in this room for the rest of my life"

(No, I can get out. Don't give up. And I don't have to suffer anymore)

The boy kept encouraging Shayyah in his head. When I was alone, I whispered and kept talking.

(I know why, right? I don't have a feeling about it. But at the same time, I have fear. If the time had come for us to get out of here, then Shayyah's heart would have died.)

"My heart dies..."

Shayyah felt so relieved that there was no more to that word, which Mutsuki had told him.

"That means you don't feel anything and you don't think about it."

(Yeah. I guess my mother also thinks a lot about giving Shayyah a holiday Sunday so that it doesn't happen, but if it still stays like this any more...)

"If my heart alone can die, I want to die soon"

Smiling, Saya said, seriously thinking so.

"That's not suicide...? I'm not bad, am I? If that's my limit, I want to die soon."

To the words of Shayyah, the Moon had lost its word. In his head, Shayyah breaks his heart when he sees a good moon that sees itself with sad eyes and shuts up.

(I want to free Shayyah from this hell. I know it will come. I have a feeling I'm close to certain. I don't want Shayyah's heart to die before then, do I?)

"Thanks......"

Caring for the good moon that cared for him, Shayyah thanked him.

"If my heart dies, what happens to the Rapprochement Moon?

(So oh, if you don't say so)

"You never tell me who you are in the first place..."

(He who protects you. I was born for that)

Mutsuki replied with no heart or a painful look.

(To be honest, hey, I'm not sure who I am either. I was here when I realized. So, there was Shaye)

For the first time that day, Happy Moon touched on himself.

(But I don't know how I feel, it's more about who I am than about who I am. You can worry about me later. The first step is for you to be saved.)

"Then why would you think that? Why do you want to save me?

(I was here when I found out. You were the only one in front of me. Is that why?

The answer to Mutsuki was light. And Shayyah was strangely convinced, too.

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