One-way traffic

"It seems like he and his sister have been missing for two days. It probably happened at night, and he has been searching for them for two whole days."

"Why not go find the security guards and disciplinary committee members?"

"I don't know... I only just met Last Order myself."

Then, while the two were chatting like this...

A soft buzzing sound came from Misaka Mikoto's pocket.

"Telephone…?"

Who would call at a time like this? Misaka Mikoto took out her phone and saw a familiar contact on the screen.

"Kuroko?"

"Eh? Is this Ms. Shirai?"

Both of them were slightly taken aback, and Misaka Mikoto quickly answered the phone.

"Big sister, I've asked Hatsuharu to investigate and she's found out some relevant information!"

"Intelligence? Does it refer to the child's older sister?"

"Hmm, this doesn't seem to be as simple as a typical crime... If possible, I hope you can come and take a look too!"

After saying that, Shirai Kuroko immediately hung up the phone, seemingly in a real hurry.

"Let's go back together. It seems that Kuroko has found a major clue."

"Well, I see."

The two girls nodded and quickly walked back to their original positions.

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It's already lunchtime.

Aiho Yomikawa wasn't home, so they could only eat the leftovers from last night, but the so-called leftovers were actually just hamburger patties.

Accelerator got up from the sofa, feeling utterly bored.

"I mean, don't you have anything else at home?"

"Hmm? You can make it yourself if you want to eat it."

"Canned food or anything like that is fine, even instant noodles are okay."

"Aiho is known to hate junk food, so don't even think about it."

"So that guy is healthy just because he makes hamburger patties every day?"

Even Accelerator felt incredibly bored at the thought that there was nothing else to eat in the refrigerator besides hamburger patties.

The food he had stored in his inventory was all gone, and since this world wasn't an unfamiliar one, he hadn't bought any more food.

At most, it's just a cup of black coffee.

"What's wrong? Don't you really like eating meat?"

"I did say something like 'It would be great to eat meat until I die,' but I'm not so stupid as to eat the same thing for every meal."

"Wow, he's so picky! He's just like some rich young master!"

"It's so annoying."

Accelerator sighed unhappily, deciding to give up the idea of ​​arguing.

"Speaking of which, having the girl you found cook isn't such a bad idea."

"You haven't been reading too many romance novels, have you?"

"What's wrong with that? Shouldn't young men and women experience these heartwarming things? It would be even better if you were still in school. Imagine a cute girl making bento boxes and then coming from another class at lunchtime to sit at the table with you and share them..."

"After saying all that nonsense, why don't you just do it yourself?"

"Ahem, I've never paid attention to anything like romance in my life."

Kikyo Yoshikawa coughed awkwardly, and naturally, she realized she couldn't cook anymore.

Neither of them intended to open the refrigerator to heat up the leftovers, but just then—

*Click.* The door was flung open.

"We're back!" Misaka Misaka shouted excitedly, announcing her arrival!

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Last Order and Hatsune Miku had returned home together.

Accelerator didn't pay much attention, but when he saw Hatsune Miku come back from the side, he noticed that she seemed to be carrying a lot of ingredients.

"Can you really buy this much stuff at an amusement park with a kid?"

"No, I just had a thought of something."

The girl quickly ran to the sofa and looked at Accelerator with a smile.

"You've been eating hamburger patties a lot these past few days, haven't you? That's not nutritious at all, so I specially bought some healthy ingredients for you!"

He glanced at the materials on the table, then at Hatsune Miku's happy face, and ultimately didn't know what to say.

Kikyo Yoshikawa, sitting to the side, looked at herself with a sly smile.

"What's wrong with that? Eating more vegetables is good for your health, and this is a dish that Hatsune Miku made especially for you."

"You should shut up."

After clicking his tongue in amazement, Accelerator looked at Hatsune Miku.

"I hope this kid didn't cause any trouble on the way."

"Well, something rather special happened today."

As Hatsune Miku spoke, she picked up a dish from the table, looking like she was really going to cook for Accelerator and the others.

"A little boy's older sister seems to have gone missing. While helping him find her, Last Order and I made some new friends. Well, we even became each other's phone contacts!"

"It's just a small matter."

"Those two on the other side are both super-skilled disciplinary committee members. They found out the relevant information in just a few minutes. I guess they'll be able to find out what happened to that child's sister by tomorrow."

As Hatsune Miku spoke, she began to place ingredients such as onions on the cutting board and chop them. While skillfully chopping, she also began to recall what had happened before.

"However, the findings of that disciplinary committee member seem a bit strange...it seems like some odd words were mentioned."

"Isn't everything here strange to you?"

"No, it's really strange content."

Hatsune Miku pouted and quickly said what she had in mind.

"I think it's called something like Depart (grocery store)...?"

That moment.

Accelerator dropped the TV remote he was holding to the ground and couldn't help but turn around.

"…What?"

"It's about the whereabouts of the little boy's sister, that's the only word I remember."

"You mean... a grocery store (Depart)...?"

"Yes, this word does seem rather strange."

One-way did not respond.

He simply lay back down on the sofa and pursed his lips.

"No, it's not surprising at all."

"Um…?"

"It's okay to ignore it."

Where Hatsune Miku couldn't see, Accelerator simply curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"For me, this is no longer a strange word."

Then, he secretly opened his phone's contacts.

On that spot—

The cursor is selected on the group named 'Group'.

'Got some work to do.'

Chapter 216 A Gang of Dog Shit

According to regulations, customers' goods must never be used by others.

However, for the men standing here, it doesn't really matter what the conditions are, because all they have to do is pay. So, in reality, these so-called rules are just for show.

He sighed, picked up the canned coffee, and walked to the front of the sample room.

Click.

The door was opened, and a figure could be seen inside.

"Come out."

That wasn't a voice or tone imbued with any emotion; it was merely a tone used as if commanding an animal.

A rattling sound—it sounded like chains rattling. You could hear that sound clearly from inside, along with faint breathing.

A man who looked to be around college age walked in. He paid no attention to anything else and easily removed the chain from the wall with one hand.

It's a girl.

She was fifteen years old, with a good figure, though her chest wasn't too large. Her black hair and black eyes accentuated her excellent temperament.

But that's not the case now.

Upon seeing the man enter, the girl displayed an unprecedented level of terror, her delicate body trembling—in fact, she wore nothing but her underwear on her upper and lower body, and upon closer inspection, there appeared to be some actual bruises on her skin.

Such a scene inevitably evokes images of domestic abuse, but the actual consequences are even more dangerous.

"Hmm...it seems to react to the body's condition, which is not good."

The man nodded, as if he had thought of something.

He raised the iron rod that was placed to one side of the room.

"Ah...! No, don't—"

"After all, these are conditions prepared for the client. Human punching bags should have no complaints and obediently endure the attacks. So, I'm sorry."

A series of blows, accompanied by screams, came from inside the room.

The girl's already bruised body was now covered in even more bloodstains. She sobbed as she looked away, but her eyes gradually dimmed.

There is no hope left.

About two days ago, while playing with her younger brother in the seventh school district at night, she was suddenly drugged and kidnapped by someone. When she woke up again, she found herself in this place.

She didn't know where she was or who these people were. They might be members of the Mafia in Academy City, but the girl never considered that possibility.

How long will I be involved in this kind of incident? A few days? A few months?

Even for the rest of my life.

She knew she would never see her brother again.

"save…"

"what?"

The man roughly tossed the iron bar aside and frowned as he looked at the girl.

"Someone... please save... me..."

"..."

He said nothing more, only picking up the iron rod again from the side.

Anyway, if this kind of guy can still react to his body, then just hit him until he can't even get a little bit of physical pain to get her attention. Only then can he be considered a qualified punching bag.

As the primary recommender of products to customers, he has to do this.

then.