No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

- The murder of the first subject, Morrigan Westernia, I believe, was a failure.

I had intended to be well prepared myself, but I was clearly underestimating how far a man in danger of his life would exert his power.

By the time "that one" saw the scene, I thought my life was over.

But when he saw me roughing my breath in the middle of a sea of blood, that one didn't run away or scream, he just made me smile gently. As if to reassure me.

That one hid me and tried to get the situation out of me. My chest got hot watching that one who listened to my words as I nodded slowly. As possessed as I was, I was telling you how I got to such a case. Hold on, hold on. He listened seriously to me with a lot of overlap, without haste. And that one said.

- I understand your question very well. You will not escape where you are for the rest of your life unless you find the answer to that question. Even if the humans who are cursing you are dying, your heart remains cursed by them.

So keep experimenting.

That's what he said, and he gave me a dagger and a dagger.

A sharp dagger that never destroys the blade and cleaves it just by sliding a blade, such as a person's skin, and a coat that blocks magic and signs and makes it difficult for others to direct attention.

Even I soon find out that it's extremely valuable.

How can you get that far? He answered me with a gentle grin.

- If it's for the salvation of your soul, it's not worth this much. I know exactly how you feel. Very unlikely for every other person.

That one told me that me and myself are very similar.

Similar...... would it? He's like a brilliant angel. I don't think there's much in common between a dirty being like me and that one.

I will return this favor. against me, who said so in momentum,

- It is your salvation that pays more than anything for me.

That person even said so.

Experiment. Validation. Subject. It was also that person who taught me those words that I had never been familiar with. That one also taught me about the structure of the human body. How to rip off human skin, strip fat and scratch out guts. Where does what I seek fit into the human body? That one gave me those knowledge to bite and include, slowly understanding.

How can I be like you? That's what he asked me, and that one said with a laugh.

- Make sure if you doubt it. You don't rush, you stack the facts one by one. And I want you to tell me the last answer you got there, too.

I haven't seen him since. Sometimes I wonder if that was one of my daydreams.

but I still had a dagger and a dagger in my hand. That one may have given me these tools with a definite presence after also anticipating this.

I've long been scolded by the adults around me for saying I could hear voices I couldn't possibly hear. So I'm not sure about everything I see, everything I hear, everything I experience. Is this reality, which should have a sense of reality, really real? If what I think is reality is a fault of concern and delusion for other people, it means that paranoia and reality to me are things that have no hedge.

For me, the only thing that I was sure was a clear reality was the grin and words of that one, and the dagger and the dagger that he gave me.

So I'm going to keep experimenting.

Beyond that, there must be a reality waiting for me.

As for the second subject, Catherine Fodlett, I think she did better than the first.

I smiled harmlessly and lured her into darkness, cutting her into her throat using the dagger she gave me. I was going to cut her handily so that she wouldn't have to feel any pain, but she was resisted in addition to her thoughts, so she couldn't slit her throat once, and she was going to cut it twice or three times.

Why resist when he says he's paying attention so he won't suffer because of it? Why don't you honestly accept my generosity. Just as my mother did to me, so do I to her.

but she became more and more fiercely resistant. She repeatedly cursed me with an abominable word that my mother called me.

I was irritated and sharpened her nose with a dagger. I shout and kill my voice and tell her as I hold her around.

"... shut up or I'll scratch your throat..."

When she trembled at my words, she nodded at me as she held on to her shredded nose. When I made her laugh, she lost her strength as relieved. I lifted her jaw with the empty hand and scratched the whistle accurately with a dagger held in the other hand.

"Hey... why...?

Her voice with the air barely sounded that way.

but I don't care now, like her words. At the time you put me through all the hassle, I had completely lost my sense of mercy. Noisy children must be silenced. If I don't, I'll be pissed off by my mother. I cut her into throats more than once, making sure she never talked.

Then, I expose her jacket only, her abdomen sticking with sweat. The humidity and smell of sweat tangled in my nose, and I shrugged away. Dirty, smelly...... Catherine Fodlett, the clothing store owner, is dressed in hobby clothes she has tailored herself and looks a lot younger than her real age. but no matter how many dressed women, the human body always stinks. Did I also come from this stinky, filthy body?

I run my dagger into her raw white abdomen. Red blood overflows and yellow fat appears. The holy dagger he gave me showed great cleavage without sticking with fat. I cut out the gastrointestinal tract filled with food and manure and emptied her belly. It's just gloomy or it's a smelly, dirty task that's hard to name. but we have to take the initiative as much as we don't like it. I wave my dagger indifferently.

And then the tip of the dagger finally reached the area I was aiming for.

uterus. The source of all contamination. An organ for men and women to crystallize a vice in the name of love. If it wasn't for this, it would only be insulting. It shouldn't have been my life itself.

"Dirty... Dirty..."

I repeatedly snapped, choosing my uterus with a dagger, and pierced the tip of the dagger into its rough chunk. The dagger buries into chunks with a faint response, cutting chunks into two as I tilt the pattern.

"Dirty......?

The answer I wanted to be sure, I didn't see it there. That also seems dirty, but I cannot say for sure if asked if it is particularly dirty compared to other meats. I guess I have to compare a lot more wombs in order to know the answer I seek. It's going to be distracting considering the labor, danger and gloomy work needed to do that. Still, we have to do it. Without knowing the answer, I will live my whole life frightened that I may be dirty.

"Nevertheless..."

The mystery only deepened.

After all, am I dirty or not?

"Validation is... Failure"

I write "X" big on the wall near me with my bloody fingers.

X is the new letter I thought of. Yes or no, I didn't know what to call something that couldn't be either dirty or beautiful, so I went out of my way to make new letters. I'm self-satisfied that it was a good idea for me to be retarded, but I've never shown this letter to anyone. If I showed it to that guy, he'd compliment me along with that attractive smile.

And why write the letters big. Write it down big, and you'll know it's important as soon as you see it with your eyes, and it'll be remembered. Seeing as I try to fill my notebook with fine letters and write them down, my mother repeated the theory over and over again, slapping me in the hand. My words, corrected by my mother, are praised by my father for being easy to read.

I take X, X, X and the walls with me more than once with blood letters.

My fingertips rip and tingly pain runs, but that pain seemed like a legitimate punishment for failing to verify.

Verification work has just begun.

When I hid myself in the shadows, I jumped out from the back of the alley onto a path full of people. There were a few people who looked ridiculous, but as long as they slipped through quickly, the number of people would be a smokescreen for the outfit.

I'm confused. Among the people who live their days without any doubt about their reality and as a matter of course - I get confused.

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Absolute Calendar 1299 Bald Eagle Moon (December) Early morning of the 7th.

The tragic body of one girl was found. The girl was slaughtered by slitting her throat, then had her abdomen cut open after death, damaging part of the built-in.

It was a frightening incident, but at this point, it had not yet reached the ears and ears of the busy citizens of Monocanus.

A recently published painted newspaper had covered the case, but it was only a topic of the extent to which it was consumed as one of the gossips that colored the Tea Party, part of the readable idle class of people in typography. Even in that case, the benign aristocrat frowned and it was rather normal to shy away from the topic and avoid comments.

Though security in Wang capital is better than in other capitals, murders nevertheless often occur. Among them, there is not a hunting incident.

He also said that it was the new town that caused the incident, which was blunting the reaction of wealthy aristocrats and merchants living in the old town. For the wealthy people who are drawn to the Old Town, the New Town is a "lower realm" and seems like a different world that has nothing to do with itself. As much as there has been a slightly different incident, we cannot change their indifference.

But at dawn, on the 7th of the 1300-year-old Little Night Ringing Bird Moon (January), the situation changes when a second tragic body is found.

The second victim was a female shopkeeper at a clothing store in New Town. The shopkeeper had handed in the costumes to be used for the play as the exclusive clothing dealer for the famous troupe, which was entertaining at the Royal Theatre in the old town. Because he was not a big merchant, the shop itself was set up in the new town, but he said he also had connections with aristocrats and big merchants as a dedicated garment dealer for the troupe.

She had also been slaughtered with her throat cut and her stomach cut open and her gut chopped out after her death.

In the tragedy that struck the knowledgeable clothing dealer, the heartless nobleman hurt his chest, and the heartless nobleman was thrilled by the incident happening close to him, making it an ingredient for dressed chatter.

"Totally... I couldn't say no and tried to show my face to the social world, and everywhere I could be a cleaver (ripper). What, 'What do you think will kill you next?' That's right. Carelessly enough."

So much so that Father Alfred, who was rarely called into the social world, was about to get bogged down when he returned.

It should be noted that "Ripper" is somehow the name given to this indiscriminate serial killer.

"The new town is the new town, and it's making a lot of noise. It's a series of indiscriminate murders, so he's scared that he's going to be targeted next."

Because the Adventurer Guild is in the New Town, Mother Julia has the most information about the New Town in our house.

It became clear that the December incident was not a single catastrophe, but apparently part of a series of incidents. Also, because it was the new city that caused the incident, the residents of the new city imagined that they and those close to them would be the next victims, and some of them would be in a state of panic.

"The Knights of Officers are also getting a call to solve the case. Corsey was foolish when he couldn't wait to get stuck from nobles and citizens, that is, from above and below."

Corsey seems to be the captain of the Sergeant Knights.

My father, the head of the Royal Knights (Royal Guard), has the opportunity to meet me face to face in the line of duty.

The Sergeant Knights are vigorously investigating, but more than ten days after the second incident, they saw no shadow or form of the killer.

The eyewitness testimony had come from both old and new towns, but since assumptions and mischief accounted for the bulk of it, the sergeant knights eventually began to give up the verification of the eyewitness testimony.

Instead what they did was tighten up the barebacked residents living in the new city. Those who were unluckily out on the night of the incident, or who were alone at home, were to be taken to the Knights of Officers stuffing and subjected to obstinate interrogation with blackmail.

Still, the Knights of Officers were unable to locate the Ripper and, coupled with their forceful investigative methods, became severely bashed by citizens.

The painted newspaper published, day after day, a sarcastic painting blaming the incompetence of the Sergeant Knights Commander, and the nobles of the Old Town also raised their voices for the replacement of the Sergeant Knights Commander.

but from the citizens who were actually in the new town and frightened by the threat of the Ripper, I didn't think things would improve where the Sergeant Knights' neck had changed dramatically. Either way, if the great aristocrats of the Old Town are to be investigated, they can't possibly take into account the safety of the lower citizens living in the New Town. Citizens of the new city decided, at least as a measure of self-defence, to refrain from going out at night and to close the windows and doors of the house with a deadline. Nevertheless, some poor citizens are forced to work at night. Not only did they have to be frightened by the Rippers, but they also had to be frightened by neighbors and officer knights who suspected them of being Rippers.

"Same goes for the old town, but they say the new town is getting worse off the economy, right? Because everyone is scared and doesn't go out at night. You think only self-defense weapons and protective equipment are sold to fly?"

and steph tells me that he has also recently been entrusted with buying out.

According to Steph, the new city has a bad atmosphere, not only at night, but also at day, and the citizens are constantly grumbling with each other.

A sergeant knight who tried to stop the mutilation between citizens, on the other hand, was called "I guess it's bad that you're letting the Ripper go wild," and even said he was surrounded by citizens and stoned.

"So, what does Ed see?

Alfred, my father asks.

"Hmmm...... at the moment, whatever"

From the word "Ripper," I naturally associate myself with the reincarnated Passenger/Hideyoshi Kizaki.

I am also concerned that the circumstances of the case resemble "cleavage jack" in previous life.

"But I also feel uncomfortable. Even so, it's Brother David's takeover and sale."

The Ripper is not even trying to hide the case.

When Pestle killed more than a hundred people in his previous life, he should have used his home basement to keep the incident from being exposed. It is also possible that Taga was removed by the passing case and that he is no longer trying to hide the crime by helping it to be different worlds.

but in that case, the question arises as to what happened to Pestle until now, six years after reincarnation.

"As for what the apostle of evil gods does, somehow, it's small."

Julia, my mother speaks for me.

Yes. The Ripper is a small case for the Evil God's Messenger.

Gores, who had led the mercenary regiment Black Wolf Fang and was about to steal the country, and Gazein, who was also looking to take over the "Yata-glass" and take the country. I don't think what Hiroshi Kazaki, the reincarnator who the evil gods have recruited from different worlds, does is inferior to these two on the scale.

"So I was wondering how things are going for now. There's a chance the Cavaliers can prosecute the Ripper."

Either way, I'm not the only one who can catch Ripper. I am confident that I will be captured if I come across it, but I do not have the means to find the Ripper (Ripper) from within the wide Wang capital in the first place.

In the first place, that would be the work of the Knights of Officers who keep the security of the King's capital. He's been criticized in the painted newspapers, but as far as Father Alfred tells me, the current chief of the Sergeant Knights is not once incompetent. As a person involved in spreading the lithographic printing technique, I don't feel responsible for the irresponsible articles in Gossip magazine, but King Vistogard I says he maintains a calm judgment about the cleaver (ripper) case, so I just have to wait for things to settle down.

If the Knights of Officers can catch the Ripper, that's fine, and if they couldn't, I don't think they can catch me even if I'm only an amateur.

- In short, at this point, I still didn't think I had anything to do with it.