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On a Dark Sabbath holiday, the Cypress Plains sisters entered the work of their organization.

Huako and Mayuko went to a luxury kiosk in the heart of the city.

Both of them hide all their hair and keep their chest swelling down as much as possible, so they don't know that they are women. In some cases, it is better to know a woman, but there are more difficult situations when a woman is known to be a woman.

There are familiar things rolling around in the room. Sheets are on, but I can see that's a corpse. About 60% of what they do is dispose of the bodies. It is not limited to the Cypress Plains sisters, but the majority of the constituents belonging to the Aftermath Specialist End Shop organization, the Great King of Terror Sponsorship, to which they belong, work more than half of them in carcass disposal.

I'm already used to work, but seeing what was originally a person, it's not like Huako doesn't feel resistant at all. I think a lot.

My sister's true vegetables also say she's not just working without feeling anything.

'On the contrary, if I don't feel anything, I feel like I can't do it as a person. I'm familiar with it now, and I can do the work itself pale. But I think about that person. The imagination really works, in all the light of where he died, why he died, who he was, what face he was dying of. Because we deal with dead people, people who don't even provide for much, they don't put them in their graves, they even erase the fact that they're dead. Many have been killed...'

True vegetables once told Huako that. Huako was a little happy that her sister felt almost the same as herself, and her resistance to work was considerably soothed.

The sheets are turned. The subject of disposal today was the body of a woman. Corpse of a garment disturbed geisha. Huako thinks it's a contract to be memories that are rigid after death and unlikely to be forgotten for the rest of their lives if the average person saw them. The cause of death was strangulation.

(Some rich guy accidentally murdered in a drunken detachment. I guess its rubbing off......)

Huako meditates with his hands together, turning his imagination around. True vegetables pray just as lightly.

"What about the tatami treatment?

The decision was to try not to have as much conversation as possible while at work, but Huako visited while only the corpse waxed through the sheets.

Even if there is no bleeding, faecal urine drained from the body may be drooling, and cleaning it is part of the job. This time, the faecal urine has stained the tatami.

"Tatami is a hassle... I need to replace it. Tatami will also peel off."

True vegetables said. We have to replace the floor itself, such as when it's terrible, and we need to call another team in a short time. This time it's too much for both of us, such as replacing the tatami.

If the situation had been explained in detail in advance, we would have arranged a team that could handle it on the floor or in tatami from the outset without such a waste of time and personnel and effort, but this time the client neglected to do so. It's a pattern that makes you pay more for extras later. Then he puts it on the checklist as a crude client, and when the request is worn, it is put behind him.

Two fingertip phones vibrate. Projecting the display, the cipher said something about an emergency. A colleague checking outside said he witnessed a private clothes detective go inside the kiosk.

This kind of trouble is not infrequent, but ill-timed police intervention falls into a rather troublesome category among the troubles. This cannot be generally described as a client's downfall. In total secrecy, there are no rules that require an organization to dispose of them, and once such rules are in place, the work itself will be reduced. There are also many cases of force majeure, occurring due to minor mistakes or bad luck.

Only the body can be disposed of while the detective is in the room. The question is whether we can escape without the tatami obliteration and the detective finding us with the body.

(Sister......)

Huako is going to accidentally put it out in his mouth. During work, it is strictly forbidden to call me your sister.

(What do you do? What am I supposed to do?

Huako stared at his sister with a glaring eye, whereas Mayuko glanced at her with an angry gaze.

(Don't look at me like I'm anxious when I'm useless. I'll figure out a solution anyway, and you just follow what I say right so you don't pull my leg at best)

Abominably cursing true vegetables in your heart. But I am aware that there should be a situation where I don't have time to think about such an extra thing, and I feel increasingly neglected about my sister. Ross of time due to this extra thought, too, said it was all Huako's fault.

(Didn't want to use it, but I guess I'll just have to use that means)

I had the means I didn't want to use, if possible. Once used, however, the second use becomes unlimited. At least the organization is instructed to use it as a last resort when using it.

"Emergency Means"

He groaned briefly, and True Vegetables reached out to Huako. Precisely in the big bag that Huako holds.

Huako was surprised when he pulled the bag and saw what the true vegetables had removed from inside. I understood what my sister would do.

What the true vegetables were holding was like a pesticide sprayer. A long injector and hose extend from a metal cylindrical can. But it is not the pesticides that are sprayed.

Flames erupt from the injection mouth, burning dirty tatami. The dirty part was burned by the flames, which became the obliteration of the evidence of the corpse, but the tatami burns and spreads.

I will not extinguish the fire. I'm not responsible for the fire, and I'll make sure they don't have anything to do with it. True vegetables decided that this was the best and only way to break through today. There may have been other good ways, but at least I can't think of a true vegetable.

Suddenly, the true vegetables take off their work clothes and reveal their hair and face. I wear everyday clothes under my work clothes. This is also a precaution in case.

"Huako doesn't have to take it off. Carry the bum as you go. I'll draw. Go quickly."

When I told him in a quick tone that didn't make him say yes or no, True Vegetables jumped out of the room and headed towards the entrance to the kiosk.

"Fire. Fire! Somebody! Fire!

True vegetables screaming aloud while running down the hallway.

True vegetables run into a pair who are obviously a private clothes detective with a bad eye

"Ah, quick fire extinguisher! The back room is burning!

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Let the store know.

An elderly detective who appears to be a superior officer gives instructions to a young detective.

"You don't seem like a clerk, and you don't look like a customer."

A detective asks True Vegetables. The store clerks are likely to know where the fire extinguishers are, and they don't ask for fire extinguishers from themselves who are not store clerks. The store is not open yet, so it can't be a customer.

"Are you from the police?

Staring at the detective, the true vegetables are asked in a direct ball. The alleged detective sees true vegetables looking increasingly frigid.

"Excuse me, with that kind of smell. This is who I am."

True vegetables took their business cards out of their nostalgia and gave them to the detective.

This is what the business card said. "Angormore Detective's Office Okutama Eye" and.

"Well... that Angelmore detective..."

"It's new, though."

To the roaring detective, True Vegetables makes a loving laugh.

The Angormore Detective Office is a leading real detective office. It is famous for its muscles. True vegetables are registered as members of the office under the pseudonym Okutama Eye. If I contact you, I can get a proper confirmation.

But the truth is, this Angelmore Detective Office itself is the breathtaking organization of the Great King of Terror sponsorship. It is a detective office created by the Great Guardian of Terror to use when their organization is in need. All constituents belonging to the Great King of Terror Sponsorship are also registered with the Angola Detective Office by creating pseudonyms.

When faced with a difficult situation to cut through, they use the position of a member of the Angormore Detective Office to cut through, but the members of the Great Guardian of Terror have been instructed to use this as a last resort when there is really nothing they can do about it.

If we use it too much, it is not just a matter for the individual, but because the story becomes widespread that there is always someone from the Angola Detective Office in a place of trouble, making it difficult to use this emergency means in itself, throughout the organization.

"I also have permission from the store people. If I was doing some research here, there would be a fire..."

"Right..."

Detective staring at true vegetables like a frigid smell. A suspicious eye, but if the other person was from a well-known detective's office, he gave up that it was visible not to give information where he had explored it.

With his face on, True Vegetables leaves the store with dignity. I very much don't think the police are stiffening the back door either. To sniff around the person who made the body, he decides that he would have only visited this kiosk, which he attends as a regular.

My colleague's car retrieved Huako first at the back door and came near the front door where the true vegetables would come out.

"You used a very powerful hand."

"There was no other way, and you could have accomplished it if only for a purpose."

A colleague in the driver's seat calls me out, and the true vegetables sitting in the back seat say back pale. Next door is Huako, who remains in work clothes.

"It is our creed that there will be no waves, no trace of waves, and no aftermath. Yet you start a fire or something...... Worst case scenario, you could mud tissue signs."

"I'll report the situation all later, and even though I had other means in that situation, I'll accept that if you can blame me for having a fallacy that I couldn't think of, I'll have no choice. But, you know, I'm not convinced you hate me here right now, are you?

"I said too much...... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dislike it, I just stabbed the nail."

The true vegetables were once lost in a cold tone, and the driver's colleague hit his head with a bad bump and drove.

"Sister..."

With a whisper that sounded like only the real vegetables next door, Huako opened his mouth, reaching out and laying his hands gently over the real vegetables' hands.

"I'm still at work. Its name is…"

"Sorry...... I know. But let me really tell you now. I'm so proud of you and me."

A glimpse of my sister smiling happily, the true vegetables make a shuddering face.

"Aren't you stupid? I didn't make a big deal out of it. I'm not just talking about cutting cards that I can use. I don't need that kind of overestimation."

"But I'm sure I couldn't do anything about it..."

"Shut up. Don't give me crap forever. From now on, I'm gonna have to report it up there, and I'm not done."

"Sorry......"

Huako tries to pull her hand in with a sober face to her sister's amazing tales.

The hand was held by a true vegetable, and Huako looked at his sister's face in surprise.

True vegetables had their cheeks on the body with the other hand, pointing that way, but kept holding Huako's hand tight.

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