Play with Mad Scientists!

On the border of the U.S.-China War, which erupted twenty years ago, in Japan in the second half of the twenty-first century, the forces of the backward society grew to the point where arms manufacturing and trafficking, organ trafficking, human trafficking, illegal drug manufacturing and sales, murder, theft and all other crimes were commercialized to form the basis of the nation's industry.

The general society became distinguished by the designation "back street", and a diagram was made in which the existence of the back society was half-authenticated as a pillar supporting Japanese industry.

Bowman Amano (Yumio Amano) is fifteen years old and will set foot in the back street.

When Bowman was in third grade, he was targeted for bullying after being blinded by three bad guys who were in the same class.

Parents are like indifferent to their son's troubles, just yelling at him to go to school. Teachers and classmates alike look and pretend not to see.

He was a bowman who could not rely on anyone and was desperate for life itself, but the will to die also remained, so he went into a certain action.

In the city of Euthanasia, where Bowman lives, there was a famous urban legend that became the Snow Oka Institute.

I see its name especially often online. There is a famous Mad Scientist there, also on the back street, named Junko Yukioka, who says he will give a distant and cheesy power to the price of dangerous human experiments.

Suicidal aspirations, debt repayment, revenge, one big reversal aim in life, longing for unreal fantasy, and others who are stuck or want power for a variety of reasons come. But it is only a by-product that can be worn by the successful results of the experiment, so if the experiment fails, the story is that a tragic end awaits, including death.

When I first heard the rumor, I thought it was just a euphemism. but this year there was a sensational announcement that the presence of the Spirit, the post-mortem world and the reincarnation of the circle was scientifically demonstrated, an arrowhead that was recognized as a paranormal realm in countries all over the world, so the bowman also came to remember the truth about this unrealistic rumor.

The Bowman visited the Yukooka Institute in response to rumors, gaining strength by the way, and contemplating revenge for the bad guys who were bullying him. To gain the strength to bury the people who are bullying themselves for a complete crime.

I also thought about killing the bullies and killing myself, but if I had the power to kill the person who was bullying me for a complete crime, I wouldn't have to kill myself.

Even if it failed anyway, it was in the bowman that both such a sense of self-immolation and a deliberate idea were in place of suicide at that time.

When I searched online, I immediately found the Snow Oka Laboratory site. The experimental bench applicant said to contact me by email, so I tried sending it as I was told, and I immediately received a reply with the date, time and location specified.

While remembering the inexplicable excitement, Bowman heads to the basement floor of a department store named Candoville, located in downtown Azure City's perfect town, at a designated date and time.

While I suspected there was a possibility of a handful of pranks, I visited the destination place shaking between expectations and suspicions, but the fact that there was an automatic door written Snow Oka Laboratory just down the basement made the veracity of the rumors extraordinarily increase and I remember the excitement.

"Bowman Amano, it's you. You can come in. I'm waiting for you in the thirteenth lab."

I just approached the automatic door and there's a woman's bounced voice more than the intercom. The bowman steps inside, aware of the high beat.

The laboratory in the basement has an extended, white-walled passage that turns the corner twice along the way. There were several doors along the way at equal intervals and the designated doors were immediately found.

"Come in."

"Whoa, whoa!

Knocking returns two pleasant bounced voices in your ears and a terrible scream that scares you to run. The bowman's nervousness increased, but he made up his mind and opened the door.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

At the opening of the door, a girl as old as the bowman greeted her with a smile.

She's a beautiful girl with brown short hair, cut-out eyes, and a face that reminds her of cats. On top of a disgruntled t-shirt and shorts called Blood Print, a bizarre outfit with a long hem, but above all, the eyes were bright red with a seductive light.

She was an impressive beautiful girl from nothing to nothing, but the bowman's gaze moves from the girl to the alien who keeps barking in captivity on the sleeping table.

A blue-skinned giant bubbling up all over his body, barking bitterly, shaking only his neck violently with the sole advantage of freedom. There is no hair at all, he looks at the bowman in a horrible shape that keeps the blue liquid flowing from his blood-running eyes and the edge of his mouth, making him feel disconnected.

"I'm the rumored Mad Scientist Junko Yukioka. Nice to meet you."

On the other hand, the girl greeted her uncontrolled grin with a full beard. The bowman finds confusion and surprise that the rumored Mad Scientist and those who call themselves, however he sees it, looked about his age, which was also a pretty cute girl.

"Oh, this kid is a suicidal aspiration kid who just arrived. If you let me die, I'll tell you what. - I asked you to cooperate with the experiment."

Junko explains with a smile, pointing to a man who keeps screaming in his bedroom.

Starting this year, Bowman recalled the news that suicides are on the rise around the world with the idea of betting on the afterlife, thanks to the scientifically proven and worldwide publication of the reincarnation.

"Suicide is not a good idea. I don't have the body to waste my life like that. Suicide applicants are valuable, but no suicide! Absolutely! All those who want to kill themselves all over the world, wish they could come to me. It's a life I don't think I need in person anyway, so I'll use it as an experimental bench to make the most of it. I was wondering if someone could make a suicide summons device or something."

Junko smiles and gives an unscrupulous reasoning. He looked like a cute girl, but the bowman is convinced that the contents are the Mad Scientist himself as rumored online.

In addition to that, I saw those who were truly being remodeled and found out that the rumors were true.

"Uh hey... I don't want to die if I can. But, you know, it's a tough enough situation to want to die already, this."

Bowman with a grin of self-derision.

"I've also been prepared for the possibility of being your experimental bench and dying. Yeah. I'm getting ready, but if you can do it, do you mind if I order it?

"Go ahead. I'll follow your needs as much as I can."

Junko giggles to reassure the bowman.

"Then... I want the power to avenge it. But if it's just revenge, I can get caught by the police and get ready to be my grandfather in life, and I regret it. It doesn't have to be, you know, psychic powers or something. Yes. It feels contradictory, doesn't it? It's like I don't know if I want to live or die. Besides, are you being selfish? Is it convenient? hahaha......"

Make the request lightly. I didn't believe it existed until a few days ago because of the presence of paranormal powers, and I couldn't help but be ashamed to say that I wanted it, etc.

"No, I get it. Because a lot of people want that, and it's not weird at all."

Junko doesn't deny any of the bowman's words and follows with a gentle smile on his face.

"Then get it to be an experimental bench quickly. If you're unlucky, you'll die, you'll remain handicapped even if you don't, you'll look like a monster, but I'm sorry if I do."

Junko, smiling and saying horrible things, was more surreal and unrealistic than ever, but the bowman found out that she wasn't threatening or lying.

The bowman was then drunk with suspicious drugs by Junko, corded to his head and put to sleep on the sleeping table. Anxiety and sometimes remembering, the bowman fell into deep sleep.

How much I would have slept. I supposedly slept for quite a while.

As soon as I woke up, Junko called out a bounced voice that seemed happy.

"No, you were lucky. I know you had the qualities, but it looks like you were able to acquire some pretty amazing power."

There are no abnormalities in the body. No, it doesn't seem like it. In the meantime, the experiment and the experiment failed, and it didn't just seem to die.

"But from what I can tell, it wasn't a good study. I don't think we're going to get the same amount of power you got if we do the same thing to normal people. It seems to depend heavily on your talent."

Junko seemed dissatisfied for some reason, but it was a satisfactory result for the bowman and he was surrounded by relief and exhilaration as he was able to obtain the power he wanted.

That was ten years ago.

"We're finally here. Hmm, it's a nice place with lots of greenery. I want to live in a hospital or something in my old age. Immortality, though."

An exquisitely dressed girl, dressed in a long white coat with a hem over her outfit: a blouse sewn with reverse cross embroidery on her right chest and a tie lined vertically with a small skull facing the front, black shorts, said as she stepped off the bus.

Street trees line up, flower beds are placed between sidewalks and driveways, and trees and bushes also thrive on hospital grounds just across the street from the bus pavilion.

"Did you need to come to me just to meet my client? Although I don't think it would be convenient for Snow Oka to be alone."

The girl is followed by a boy off the bus who asks in a scarce tone of discouragement.

I'm about thirteen or four years old. He looks like a junior high school student returning from work at first glance because he is in uniform. Small and skinny, clearly shorter than a girl when lined up. Do you feel a little younger than a girl? The girl's appearance was not exaggerated and she could be called a beautiful girl, but she was a beautiful white boy, not at all inferior alongside her.

"Hmm, I don't think I have a job like this in particular. But as the spice of the game I'm about to start, I think you should also look at True. Besides, I'd rather be with True than walking alone."

The girl in white - Junko Yukioka turned her crimson appearance to the boy and told him she looked happy.

"I wonder how it will be spiced. Well, it's a pleasure to see. I don't know what to do."

A boy called True whines with no expression and walks out in a way that follows Junko.

The two of them go into the hospital.

"If you're dressed like that, if you just look behind you, you're like a hospital official and it's tricky."

"Hmm, I thought so too, but it's under my white coat."

"That's why it must be tricky. Extra because you look like a child."

Truth remains faceless and pale tone all the while we walk through the hospital and have a conversation. Junko, on the other hand, constantly smiles and always speaks with a clear voice.

Open the door to the desired hospital room. Even when I saw the patient there, he remained truly faceless, but not at all emotionless.

A woman who slept on her back in bed, bandaged all over her body. The skin visible from between bandages shows a surprising development of red eczema. From his mouth he is drooling of saliva and cramped into small pieces all over his body.

The cause of this painful appearance of the patient's woman is not due to unfortunate illness or the like. It's an artificial consequence of malice and betrayal. I know that for both Junko and True. Because I know, the truth is, I can't forbid anger and sympathy.

"Kiichi... I, for the first time in my life, meant it... And yet... why..."

He looked up into the universe with his bloody vain eyes, and the woman was moaning with a faint voice.

"I rarely go out from my side and check my contract, but this is what I have to do."

With a smile, Junko peeks into the patient's woman. The patient woman understands who the girl who peeked into herself is.

"Please............ my body...... heal me...... When this heals I'm sure... Kiichi is also about me... I... want him to turn around... Again... I want him to like me... I want to start over..."

With a gruesome tone and a sense of panacea, women complain about what they want.

(The guy I was dating caught my eye like that, but he cured me...)

Hearing the patient's plea, the truth made me feel impenetrable.

(Yukioka, what are you going to do? It's about this guy, so it's not just about swallowing words and healing them, is it?

I know the situation with Junko, and after proper discretion around it, I truly saw that I would deal with something good, but I can't predict what I would do with it.

"Your life is going to be the experimental bench for my research, whatever I want. Hey? Is that okay with you?

"Still fine...... If you can heal me and see Kiichi again... if we can be together again... all the time... so... whoa!

After pleading, the woman threw up blood and the general cramps changed from small to intense, eventually stopping moving as if the thread had been cut.

"That's it. I should have contacted you a little sooner. Too bad."

Junko speaks with an uncontrolled grin, looking down at the woman who puked blood on her face and finished with a distressed look. There is no dust in mourning death.

But his crimson eyes weren't laughing, and he was truly aware.

"Sounds like fun"

Truth speaks.

Back to back with sarcastic words, True was discerning Junko's mood. On the surface it's the same as usual, but he said it's different in his mind.

I took her wish when her life burned out, and now, at this time, I wonder if she came up with something. How not to waste her breathless thoughts.

"Yeah, I was thinking a lot about my future plans, and I got excited. This is gonna be fun. No, we need to have fun."

Looking back to the true one, Junko says with a smile that looks really heartfelt fun, he takes some metal instruments out of the inside of his white coat and starts attaching them to the head of the woman's body.

"It could be exciting, including the big nickname to clear up her carelessness. As far as my rules are concerned, anyone I see as an enemy can be used as an experimental bench for my research, so in combination with that, that and this... yeah, okay. This could be touching if it works. It would be nice if the actors could get up on stage and dance the way I want without looking at the script in my head."

Listening to Junko, Junko understood why Junko had accompanied herself - what spices and doings were.

I guess you wanted to show yourself the misery of a woman today. After also guessing that a woman's life is not long. If she had died before she came, her thoughts would never have been known, but whether she was lucky or unlucky, True and Junko could see her end.

"It took me a long time and effort, but I was planning to bring in a mouse that I had always been interested in, along with sanctions on the example organization. He's become famous for a long time and I think he's evolved."

Speaking of what only he knows, Junko uses an apparatus attached to a woman's head to cut her skull.

"The weapons-trafficking organization that modified and sold the virus you created without permission, and the mouse associated with it - that revolutionary."

I've never actually met him, but the name of a certain person came to my mind. It is a celebrity whose name is known worldwide, a great figure who will undoubtedly be named for history.

"Yeah. If it's his personality and previous patterns of behavior, maybe he'll come to Japan. To crush that tissue."

Junko affirmed his true words as he opened his skull and dropped his eyes on the exposed brain.

That was a month ago.