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4. The Mysterious Strange Organization

...Chapter 4...

...—Mysterious Strange Organization—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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They saved me when I hit the big one and took me to this place.

I'll take it as a favor.

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Now I'm finishing this impromptu mission, being in a kitchen that even looks like a mole rat's nest.

"Seriously, huh? I'm ...." My hand intends to touch it, and, yes, it is. Disgust often arises when looking at the interior of the woman glued and coiled elegantly on the tap.

“Indeed it has to be this way, anyway. But, does this kitchen have no manners?” muttered.

The problem did not get there either.

The number of plates they mean is about as high as a table rack. It's very sickening, and it certainly won't make any money.

“Did you say something, boy? You want to make a fuss?” One of those skinny little guys with his slanted chef hat and sparkling stirrup like he just added to my slump. He was probably the best cook this place had.

“I, not—I just did the job that woman gave me,” I said nervously.

“Don't call him with that greeting!” The man seemed to be very tempramental, inversely proportional to his appearance that looked crisp. “And only I deserve to call him—“

“Can be silent no, Suzuki? Your voice interrupts our weekly drinking party.” Aina's sister visited our place. “Please once again, I want to enjoy my enjoyment. It's almost out!” screams loudly.

The kitchen was still quiet.

“Almost out?” The behel was wide open. “What does this mean, Brother Aina? Suzuki don't accept this!” With a sobbing cry, the behel left the kitchen.

“Anu, sorry, Brother Aina," I said, as something started to get stuck in my head.

“What's up, Honey?” He smiled mischievously. Part of his thigh was then wide open, shining brightly like an angel who had just risen, and this also made me red.

“Ke–why did he run?”

“You mean, that little guy?”

I looked up, even though what Brother Aina just said was true. “Ya, I think ...”

“Looks like he just thought something weird. You know that, right, Handsome?”

Brother Aina suddenly approached, then polished my chin with her warm index finger.

Something uncomfortable started to feel in my bow, it's terrible.

“I ...." Then push it, make all that wild imagination go away. "Not knowing anything!"

For reasons I didn't know, but he started laughing out loud.

“Hahaha, he thought if I had just played with people, and it couldn't have happened. I'm not a cheap woman.” Suddenly the look in Kak Aina's eyes turned sharp. It scares me.

“Ba–well,” I said as I rubbed the remaining dishes with the soft sponge.

“Then goodbye, dear. I want to come back with a gallon of my wine.” He walked behind me, then out of the kitchen with a waving hand, like an invitation.

“This place is definitely full of a bunch of stressed people.”

My eyeballs almost popped out when I heard them.

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After a long battle with the dozens of plates, it was finally over.

I walked out, then opened the kitchen curtain with a fishy scent that settled all over me.

When I looked forward, I didn't know what to say. "Wait a minute, what the hell is this?"

It seems like the war has just broken out.

As far as the eye could see, the people in fake police uniforms looked more like trash scattered here and there. Even Brother Aina and the big man seemed to be asleep on the table containing sacred wine glasses.

My feet stepped forward to get closer, trying to wake one of them, alternately.

“Sister Aina, hei—Kak ... ah, this one what's his name, huh?”

Honestly, I dare not shake their bodies more than this.

“Can't I leave this place as soon as possible?” I murmured with a feeling of wonder.

“Why rush? You can stay here tonight,” one woman said.

He walked over to me.

"Huh?"

As he stood in front of me, slowly air crept in through the open window of the room. It's like a coincidence.

“Ah, you ..” I want to ask, but—

“Include!” The woman immediately shook my hand; hard and dense coalesced and flowed through my mind. “I Suguha Morikawa; the leader of this organization,” said cheerfully.

Did he just say some kind of organization? A place like this? It must be a joke, I thought.

However, she has a different eye color than most people, namely dark red. Her hair was straight, stretched to half a knee, and I think she was very authoritative.

“You mean, a society where people work together to achieve their goals together?”

"That's right, dear." Wait a minute, is he sister Aina? Same shallow. "Do you want to know more about us?" tanyakanya.

“Ya ... if you are willing to explain it ...”

Turns out the leader was also screwed.

“How much do you want to know? I'll say it for our good!”

“Anything,” I replied, with a faint smile.

It's like dropping my expedition. This strange organization with this nyeleneh Chairman named Morikawa, it feels like I now have a lot of regrets.

“OK!” He blinked with one eye, then then raised his thumb.

Aina suddenly woke up from her desk. “Can be silent no, Chairman? We're making out, nih!” His voice was very spoiled, with saliva filling his lips. That damp red is now a mess.

“Alright, please sleep again. Sorry for waking you up, Aina,” said softly Chairman Morikawa.

He bent his body, then stroked softly the head of Sister Aina.

It looked like a mother who was about to put her beloved child to sleep.

“Uh, I ..” Getting out of this place as soon as possible was the right decision, and I don't want to be one of them going forward.

Suddenly Chief Morikawa's smile faded. The woman's face then turned serious, as if what she had done before was just a small play before the actual main show began.

"You want to talk in my room?" The Morikawa chief pointed to a room with two vases of red roses adjoining adorning its entrance. It was twenty meters ahead of us and not too far away.

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Once inside, rather than an office, I felt like I was back in medieval times.

There are still people like this? thought wonder.

Walls with Ancient Roman architecture; antique wooden tables and chairs; horse statues and several other types of statues stand upright to fill the corners of the room. It seems, if it has to be said, Chairman Morikawa is a collector.

Not only that. On the left side of the wall from where we were sitting and facing each other, and just below the painting of the knight raising his sword, I saw the race of my backpack sitting there.

It's a little relief.

“Aina told me about you. Judging from that innate, you're not a resident of this city, are you?”

I'm nodding. Not only outside the room, even here the gaze of Chairman Morikawa grew sharper.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.” I accidentally told her my true age. Furthermore, if he asks about the origin of my city, then it's over.

“Interesting, how much money do you have?” Chief Morikawa grinned widely.

He seemed to want to blackmail me, but really, I don't have it anymore.

“Hey, hey, hey— answer me!” His voice was getting higher, similar to the sound of a cannon. It was orderly and frightening, to the point of making me fall back silent.

Actually, besides now I want to cry, even though I don't want to show it.

There is no doubt anymore.

If possible, after leaving this place, I will go straight to the bus stop. Getting out and leaving the city is the right choice.

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...Seriate...