Play with Mad Scientists!

Wah Wah Sho is the director of the Mustard Engine.

It was Kawajima, which had been floating as the chief officer of the mustard agency, an important government facility, but I knew one day at the border that the true chief officer of the mustard agency was not himself, so much so that I did not like it. That I was just being entrusted with the responsibility as an understudy.

Humiliation that research facilities and test bodies are used at the will of one little girl.

Jealousy that the little girl showed excellent results, showing off her own over-technology and leading to a total denial of the research results of the mustard engine for more than a century, which is said to be going on for more than a century.

An unacceptable reality, moreover, that he is the founder of the mustard institution and that the government has given him the right to freely privatize the mustard institution.

It was like a nightmare. His face and authority as director became intangible. And from what I've heard, the little girl just needs to build this research facility.

"This stuff is more boring than I actually thought I'd make it. It was funny when I was making it, but I got tired of it in two days when I could"

He said he left here because of something like that.

It suddenly appeared in front of Wah Island, which was dull in the director's office. When he saw it translucent, Watarashima shrugged her too low back in amazement and screamed out loud.

"Takeshi... Takeshi... Back to the house..."

With a cry it sues.

"Takeshi... Takeshi... Takeshi... Oi..."

It can only be described as a ghost - it jumps around in front of birch island, as if dancing crazy, and continues to complain with a cry. The ghost of a child...... it was the ghost of a child without hands and feet.

"Takeshi... Takeshi..."

Watarashima is originally a self-centered, pale human being who is only a lump of honor and birth desire and does not willingly pass through the pain and annoyance of others. Even such a birch island had chest pain in the sight of a child who had lost hands and feet crying and begging for help. No, that's not what I thought of this with my own sense of birch island. Birch Island was already possessed. It resonated with the grief and despair of the spirit.

Watarashima felt her body become that of a child.

myself when I was seven. Low point of view and light body. That's not all.

It wasn't even the lab that had Wah Island. The house I lived in when I was seven. I had parents, I was protected in the family, and I was back when I was spending so much time without freedom.

Kawajima had no doubts about his sudden return to childhood. I accepted that very naturally. I haven't even remembered what happened since I was seven. Go to school by day, play with friends, and family reunion while watching TV at night. There was nothing to worry about. Peaceful days.

Before such a birch island, horrified adults emerge, embroidered with white stars on their black kimonos, blocking and restraining the mouth of birch island and rushing through the city at night.

To that horrible group, stripped naked, they can sleep on candle-lined platforms. They were running bumps and unintelligible words. Birch Island understood that it was a spell because even if Birch Island's consciousness was returning to the age of seven, he was not actually seven, but an adult with a variety of knowledge and experience.

A woman with a knife approached me. He's a beautiful man. The age is around twenty.

The woman smiles gently and chuckles towards Wah Island. Seeing that laugh, Watarashima momentarily but learned relief. But literally, the relief ended in an instant.

The woman waved down the knife in her hand and the right arm of Wah Island was severed from the base.

The scream rises.

Continuously, the left arm and legs are also severed from the base. There was unbearable severe pain, but oddly enough, there was no bleeding from the severed surface of the torso, even though it was severely bleeding from the severed limbs.

Watarashima was unaware that he was able to observe it from a third-party point of view and that he was calmly thinking in his head that he had not died of shock.

Leaning on his back for days with his hands and feet cut off, he was fed a bitter, unsavory fluid. As soon as there was excretion, he cleaned it up nicely, and every day his body was carefully wiped with a towel wet with water. But there is no salvation.

Wah Island kept laughing for days. At first I was crying. I was crying and calling for help. I kept praying for help from the bottom of my heart to my father and mother.

I even begged God to help me diligently. but no help came. I had no idea what I was doing this to. Only when did Huashima stop crying, and then she started laughing. I didn't even know what was wrong and I was laughing.

One day, the floors, ceilings and walls were taken to a shabby hall, coloured with orange and black.

There stood a good number of candles, and children whose limbs had been amputated, just as on the island of birch, were put to sleep side by side. Most cried, but some kept laughing like birch island. Many were just staring up at the universe.

"It's an honor, gentlemen."

That woman, who cut off the hands and feet of Wah Island, stood beside Wah Island and bearded a distorted grin to her full face and told her.

"My name is Ayumi Starling Coal. Twenty-eighth generation contemporaries of the proverbial spell genre Star Charcoal Stream spell. This is the greatest secret to the Star Charcoal spell. For the resurrection of our gates, for the ambush of the resentful enemy Junko Yukioka, who disparaged us, it is a great honor to be the foundation of this secret gathering of the 700 years of history of the star coal clan, so be honored and grateful."

In an intoxicating tone, the woman says.

I knew the name of the star charcoal. Among those responsible for the spiritual defense of this country, there were witchcraft landlords named Star Coal Stream and spell landlords, respectively.

Numerous genres of spells and witchcraft have been entrusted with spiritual defense, but star charcoal curses, among them, said, were quite strong in both speech and influence.

However, the spell school said that it was a family that had been mailed by the government at the same time as the mustard institution was created, but did not know why.

Only for a moment, the original memory of Watarashima came back, but it also disappeared quickly.

The memory that Birch Island has experienced so far is not that of Birch Island. The memory of the possessed spirit has been replaced and shown by the memory of Wah Island. Erosing his spirit, Wah Island was laughing as he looked up at the void with his vain eyes and brought covetousness from the edge of his mouth.

"Takeshi... Takeshi... Takeshi...! Ya... Shh...!!

On the other hand, the spirit of a child without limbs increased his speed and when he wondered if he had jumped around the room violently, he stormed the wall of the room and disappeared to slip straight into the wall.

"Takeshi!

I thought I'd slipped through the wall and gone somewhere, and the spirit wasn't gone yet.

On the wall of the room, the crying face of the child rises firmly, and a crack runs on the wall around the raised face.

It leaves traces of unbroken destruction to the walls, ceilings and floors, shattered and scattered as if concrete walls were to explode.

Birch Island continued to laugh as he was exposed to splashy fragments from the explosion and bled from all over his face.

Wah Island returned again when he was seven years old, and he kept getting his hands and feet amputated over and over again. That was the only sight in the eyes of Wah Island, the feeling that Wah Island felt on its skin. It was prolonged and repeated, and nothing else could be seen and felt.

Until his crushing death in the collapsing building, Wah Island continued to see the spiritual experienced memories of the possessed child.