The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

It comes all the way to the big, door room.

Or the smell of vivid iron that stimulates this sense of smell. It would have been easy to assume, for example, what was going on in this, even if it had not been investigated in circular ring regions. Not at all, bad chest feces.

Enter the room and observe the surroundings.

At the center of the room, an old man with thinner hair and a muscular gorilla stood with an upper body mappa. And beside it are the two children who fell apart.

"Wow, that's the top ball."

Mappa man looking at me with a face painted on desire. Based on the location, this guy would be the boss.

"Lord Grey, I wonder if this man can be saved more than all his predecessors."

"I agree."

As Klama said, these guys can't be saved anymore. That is a definitive fact. But let me make one last choice.

"Hmm, raise your hand if anyone in this is at all disgusted by the deeds of that person. Then I will kill you without suffering."

Of course, the bastard man cries or calls, but he just doesn't kill. I'll give you the worst death for this guy.

After a moment of silence, the laughter that firecrackers can play wraps around the room.

"Tell you what, you fucking kid!

"Hey, what do you say, you guys? That kid over there could kill us, huh?

That will be enough. I want to get those kids to sleep fast.

"Bugs. Interrupt."

Black circular stains from all over the room and a large army of gushing bugs.

"What?"

Triggering the voices of the loose men in between, the worms begin to eat simultaneously, not satisfying their hunger.

That's only a few minutes. The bugs did not leave a single wreck, they ate it up, scattered it, what was left was the center of the room, one piece of garbage that was blowing bubbles and fainting.

"Don't wake up!

Klama slaps the whole gorilla boss's cheek, but there's no sign of waking up at all.

You don't have to wake up. I already have the planting, so I don't care about the rest. I don't mind leaving it now. More than that...

The doors at the entrance are opened and multiple footsteps rushing up the stairs shake the eardrums.

"Lord Grey."

Klama, looking at a point, draws attention to me.

"I know. Did you call them?

I hate being used to death.

……

Identification, quiet back indoors.

"Well, why don't you come out"

Trying to get the rats to turn the bugs...

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry."

Man with scratches on cheek showing up like smoke.

"So? Now I'm on my mind. Answer your affiliation and purpose immediately."

"I don't ask, but you feel it, don't you?

"Are you a justice officer?

"Really? It's the end of the world."

Klama throws up like that.

I agree. Whatever the reason, assuming, the law's watchman, the Justice Department, missed the treacherous outrage in this mansion.

"Explain the situation. Don't cover it up."

"Yes, sir."

When he clasps his shoulder, the man with a scratch on his cheek looks back at the door.

The door opens in momentum, and soldiers in armor avalanche in.

"Oh, come on, seriously."

Moving through the trademark's mustache, I saw a blind man walking into the room through the door, and I realized how evil I was.