The DDS Volume3　　　　　　Chapter3 No1

8 October.

“That bank clerk had a lot of cash much than I thought.”

Kitazono threw six bloodstained wads of cash on the floor of a shabby flat and stroking the wound on his cheek.

Muromachi had a faint smile and nodded in the affirmative, reached for the wads of cash and tossed two to Kitazono, one into Murai's lap and screwed the rest into his jacket pocket.

“....……..”

Murai remained silent, hanged his head, and didn’t try to touch it.

“Be grateful. You didn't kill anyone, you just drove a car, and I'm going to give you a share of it.

Muromachi takes a wad of cash from Murai's lap and holds it up to his nose.

“No, that’s not what I mean.” he replied, “I just want to stop doing bad things.”

Murai, who backs away and makes complaints, even has cold sweat on his forehead.

Just when Muromachi and Kitazono grinned at each other.

(I want more blood ..….. more give me ……)

The whisper of Larva, lurking inside their bodies made their craniums resonate.

“Hey Larva, one or two people isn't enough for you?”

Because of remembering the banker he had murdered in Kawasaki, Muromachi's eyes glowed with creepy.

“If arrested by the police, we’ll be sentenced to death. Act with caution.”

Kitazono said, as if in self-mockery. But his eyes were calm.

“Shibuya is the next target. I hate that town’s frivolous atmosphere." Muromachi said.

“Security is heightened in Tokyo. Let's attacked a consumer financing companies in the suburbs of Yokohama. It’s quick and easy way."

Kitazono seems wanting to go there right now.

“I don't want any more money, I just want to kill those people who are pretending to be happy."

Muromachi may have remembered Etsuko, horrifying black spots were beginning to appear on his face. He must be unable to control his rising emotions.