Play with Mad Scientists!

True was once taught more than Junko. That human emotions are also electrical signals, and that they are emitted as electromagnetic waves. The so-called signs of a person are also trace electromagnetic radiation.

When an organism has movement, it produces electromagnetic waves in conjunction with it. Clear electromagnetic waves occur, especially with regard to killing. Apparently the wildlife reacts sensitively to this electromagnetic wave and leaves the scene quickly. Residents in the back streets are similarly polishing the technique of minimizing the signs and the sense of reading them with their skin.

Five years ago now - when Truth had just fallen into this world, it was repeatedly trained to read the trace electromagnetic waves of the surrounding space by pure children.

I didn't know what it was at first, but in action, the truth would know what it meant.

As a result, the true reads the trace electromagnetic waves of the surrounding area, allowing the position and movement of the lurker to be read.

Japanese-style interior splash house. I can see it's dusty and people haven't stepped in for years.

And the star charcoal spells seem to be minimizing movement in the mansion, and I can see that the hallways and floors are dusty.

But when he stepped into a place where the dust was thin and the footprints were clearly on, the truth felt innumerable signs.

Beyond (9), Truth does feel the presence of the other person. Whether the other person is standing or even sitting is truly perceptible. I can even tell where the head is.

Just the number of signs, pull the trigger of a pistol with a silencer on it. The sound of falling. When I opened the shadow, three men and women in black kimonos had fallen, wearing their heads and sprinkling their blood and brains over the tatami.

From a short distance, the apricot watched as the truth shot a bullet indoors without even opening it. Apricots wonder if you really have your own help or something. I've already killed eleven people with this. Perhaps it is to the extent of insurance when it happens, such as myself. For this minute, I'm going to be able to do everything by myself.

Maybe he's not in the mansion anymore.

True took out the pistol and took out the sub-machine gun. I snuck into the mansion, the lurking place of star coal, and unilaterally ended it in the form of an unintentional strike, but the mansion toured all the way around.

"Does that mean you're still in there because you misplaced it?

To the apricot question, the truth took a moment before answering.

"Of course there can be. Then…"

Apricots figured out what they were going to say ahead.

The enemy is a user of the power of the paranormal realm, but if you subtract it, he's a total amateur as a combatant. I didn't even give it to him while he was using the technique, and the truth, which was good at perceiving signs, unilaterally ended up.

It was a wary apricot, but apparently it ended with worry, that the enemy might have the power to perceive or predict this sign. But what if a star charcoal spellman notices a raid and comes back or ambush?

"Don't kill me. I don't know, I can't hear any more Snow Oka bullshit. If we were to use them as experimental material, we would have recovered enough."

"He said the retrieval would be done by The Great King of Terror Sponsorship, but wouldn't he be here as well?

"Oh, Snow Oka should have hired me...... Well, if I told you I killed them all without telling you where they are, I don't think they're coming..."

As he talks, he truly senses multiple signs moving and sets up a sub-machine gun in the direction indicated.

Truth can be almost grasped, up to the position and distance of the target. And movement, of course.

When the beadro barrier is quickly opened without sound, it is moved to the garden where no one to take care of it is anymore. It's starting to snow slightly outside.

Looking back only for a moment, true glances at the apricot. Only then did the apricot also understand what the truth was trying to say. I guess that means I don't go out in the garden and want you to be alert to raids from the indoors.

Soon the gunfire sounded. Neither true nor apricot. True was in the form of being completely ahead of the curve, but still reading bullet ballistics, even with instincts and reflex nerves alone, flying heavily sideways to avoid them.

"Fast"

True to whine. After a moment of killing, he was shot with considerable speed. I admit I'm a pretty good opponent.

Looking in the direction of the signs, behind the garden, a big headed girl, looking a little older than true, had a distorted laugh sticking to her face and a gunshot pointed at her truly.

Black kimono sewn with embroidery of white stars, which I have seen scattered. He must be a star charcoal magician, but it bothers me from the eye of the apricot that he has challenged the battle with a gun rather than surgery. Is it true that some of them were good at handling guns?

"How dare you... have killed so many of our countrymen..."

In the ambush to Junko Yukooka and the Mustard Engine, Changko Egawa, delegated with full powers, truly bathes his angry gaze.

"Isn't it better for the world to be killed? Like you."

Recall the act of hiring mercenaries, deceiving them into making them into soldiers of living corpses, and even tying them up and using them in spiritual conditions even after death, apricots reveal their disgust and say it out loud.

Even in the back streets - no, because it is the back streets, there is a minimum of benevolence or a line that should not be crossed. These people are clearly beyond that.

"If we're going to make a grudge, we just have to make it out of ourselves. If you don't, you use someone else's life as a tool to even use that spirit after you've taken it, you're gonna throw up."

"We used to do that, didn't we? Curse, curse. He blamed and killed the men and women of his clan while singing all the curses, and he was using his spirit to exercise his curse. But after gaining some strength, I decided that I would use my husband, who would throw up in the world and throw it away, as if I didn't have to use any of the family members."

Changko spreads a hateful grin on the apricots she throws up and returns so.

"Well, Yukioka does the same thing. And I work under Snow Oka like that, and I'm not going to say anything about it."

Speaking in a voice scarce of discouragement, True shoots a sub-machine gun at Changko as he moves left and right quickly and faints.

Changko didn't try to move from the spot at all, only responded by shooting a gun.

Apricots round their thin eyes in a reaction that they don't consider to be residents of the back street. Shootouts in an unshielded space often move around without stopping on the spot. Otherwise, just be targeted and that's it.

While moving, they predict the opponent's movements and ballistics by means of vision and a sixth sense sharpened by an outlet. But Changko stayed on the spot in Jen Royal standing, just shooting his gun at the truth.

Apricot was convinced of Changko's death, but Changko had not fallen. I'm laughing and staring at the truth. Even the saliva drips from the edge of its mouth.

"Why?"

Apricots groan. Why isn't he dead? Not even a drop of blood has spilled. Even with bulletproof clothing, it's impossible to say no damage. I don't have one hole in my clothes in the first place.

"You must have played the bullet with a bullet."

Apricots were even more surprised by the true words they had spoken.

"I can't do anything like that..."

"I can. Take two outlets."

Third surprise. Breathtaking, Apricot looked at Changko.

There are rumors that outlets can be several times more effective than one tablet when taken and gain human discrete combat power, but they are one of the forbidden hands when caught up because they have a high chance of becoming obsolete with side effects.

This world is a long apricot, but I never saw anyone take two pills, and I didn't know that I could play enemy bullets with my own bullets to prevent them, etc. Even from sub-machine guns to bullets that continue to spit out.

"Did you come by that means, not by surgery? Well, I haven't been able to defeat it with scattering until now, so I guess so."

As I say, the truth gives me a glimpse of the apricot.

"But there's also a weakness in not being able to handle multilateral shootings. So shoot me apricots off this side of him."

"Okay."

Apricots nodded at the pale true words, and Changko changed her complexion. Truly a calm response at all, even though it was a last resort to preservation and life-saving from Changko.

At the next moment, Changko's consciousness was interrupted. I prevented all of the shooting from true, but not while I pointed the muzzle towards the apricot, eating a bullet from the side to the brow and falling sideways.

"I should have been honest with you, not obsessed with the art of playing bullets."

True to look down at Changko's wreckage and say it in a slightly frivolous way.

"Hey, have you ever taken two pills before, too? Seems familiar."

"Nothing."

Turning to the apricot, he smiled and showed the truth only for a moment, literally only slightly.

"I just saw a couple of guys who used to take two pills and have done the same thing. Well, thanks for the apricots."

For the first time, he was called by name and thanked, and the apricot felt blood rising from his neck to the top, turning his face away from the truth by accident.

"Aye!

And, a scream rises from Changko's body, and the apricot finds itself stunned. No, it wasn't the body that screamed. It is the spirit of Changko who escaped from the wreckage. I don't think that's very much the girl's, I'm turning the demon's shape to the truth.

"Are you saying that even if he died, he was using the technique of becoming a spirit and attacking his opponent? For once, I predicted it."

Turning to the angry spirit of Changzi, he says the truth without showing how he moved at all.

Truth is, I don't show you how to avoid it at all. Only protruded his right arm toward the spirit. That moment when Changko's spirit tried to make contact with the truth, Changko's spirit plays and flies.

I guess I hit the talisman directly, and the apricot looked and figured it out. To ensure that Changko was buried in what he saw as a strong spirit of resentment, so much so that even the bond stretched out by the talisman could withstand, he saw a direct attack by the talisman.

However, Changko's spirit had not disappeared. It seemed painfully wandering in the universe, but after a while it stopped moving and looked again at the true and apricot.

"Ho, no, no, no, no, no, no!

When I scream in a hard to hear voice, it really strikes me again. There is no such thing as a talisman. If you can't defeat it with apricot minutes, you have no batter.

When the apricot popped out in front of the true in a true-covered outfit, he threw a talisman from close range onto Changko's spirit.

Raising the voice of the severed demon, Changzi's spirit became foggy and disappeared. Seeing it, the apricot strokes down his chest.

"Is this also within predictions? What would you have done if you couldn't take him down now?

Apricots to make you laugh small.

"When that happened, did I have to run and run? Now get a pile of talismans."

And, I feel the vibration of my phone as I speak, and truly project the display while I am alert to my surroundings, confirming my email.

"I got hit. It seems Snow Oka has made it to the main base where the enemy's head is..."

True to swing your phone, look at the apricot one and shake it small.

"Are you saying this is over?

"Oh, the game is my loss. Snow Oka will cat everything later."

Totally unexpected, an unfortunate doomsday. Declarations of defeat. I wonder if apricots say things like this when they get stuck in a fox.

Truth doesn't give it to expression, but it was seen in apricots as if they were giving up and breaking it up rather than remorse.

"Though I still have something to do."

"Things to do?

"Sorry, but I can't tell you. As far as star coal is concerned, you can see it as over. Tell them that when you're conscious."

The true word was dissatisfied with the apricots of the genre who wanted to be sure of all the truths.

I also thought I'd sneak up on what I was going to do and see it through, but I'm not sure I can tail this opponent without him noticing, and I'm more afraid to undermine my credibility with that, so I stopped.