A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

"Everyone, get out."

Chen Qingcheng's voice was very hoarse, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

The others glanced at each other, knowing that the vice-captain didn't want to be disturbed, so they exited the room one by one, leaving only the vice-captain Chen Qingcheng and the death god she led.

"It's indeed their spiritual pressure..."

Peter's eyes were gloomy, and his heart was extremely heavy for a time. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's the spiritual pressure of Constantine and Button, but the murderer...I don't think it's the two of them."

"Where's the evidence?"

Chen Qingcheng said coldly: "Show out your evidence to prove that they are not the murderer."

"This......"

Peter was speechless for a moment.

Chen Qingcheng's gray eyes gradually became murderous, and he said coldly: "Since there is no evidence, they are the murderers!"

"..."

Peter looked bitter, unable to refute.

Yeah, where's the evidence?

They kept saying that they were not the murderer, but they couldn't produce any evidence.

Looking at the entire murder scene, the only clues are the remnants of Constantine and Barton, and there is no other aura, which can prove that there is a third person here.

And most importantly, the cause of Aizen's death.

The huge hole in the chest was corroded by some kind of poisonous substance, which in turn contributed to Captain Aizen's death.

When he was training in the Lord's underground space before coming to the world of souls, Peter happened to come across the special training program of Hawkeye Barton. After he became a soul hunter, one of his abilities was to create biological poisons, which could also cause this kind of injury .

All the spearheads seem to be pointing at them.

Did John Constantine and Hawkeye Button really kill a captain?

Peter felt that his brain was a little confused, and he couldn't think for a while. Now even he himself was not sure whether it was Constantine and Barton. The two of them attacked and killed Captain Aizan.

"What else do you have to say?"

Murderous intent surged in Chen Qingcheng's eyes, and his voice was as cold as a cold wind.

"I...I'm not sure..."

Peter squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, his fingers deeply inserted into the roots of his hair, and he said with a blank look in his eyes: "But my intuition tells me that they must not be the murderers."

After saying this, he himself felt that he had no confidence, and anyone could tell that there was a hint of guilt in it.

"You can leave now."

Chen Qingcheng took a deep look at him, and said slowly: "I don't ask you to help find them, but I just ask you not to intervene, otherwise even if you are my savior, don't blame my ruthless subordinates."

"Yeah...sorry..."

Peter's eyes were dimmed. He couldn't betray his companions, and he couldn't face this girl. Guilt was like a big hand, clenched tightly on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

"You go."

Chen Qingcheng understood the boy's choice, and closed his eyes in grief, feeling deep disappointment in his heart.

Under the disappointed eyes of the girl, Peter stumbled and ran out in a daze.

His mind was in chaos now, as if someone was chasing him, he ran away in a panic.

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Peter hid in a certain room, and waited until night, when the patrols were slightly reduced, before he ran out cautiously.

He has not forgotten his mission, and there is only one day left before Mr. Stark is executed, so he must hurry up and find other scattered companions.

With the experience of the previous two times, Peter was very cautious this time.

Using agility, he avoided those patrolling gods of death, and then used the special detection device in his hand to try to find if there were signals from other people within a few kilometers.

In the process of moving, I found two signal sources.

Moreover, these two signal sources are less than one kilometer away from his current location, which can be said to be very close.

Peter was overjoyed, calling himself lucky, and hurried towards the signal source.

Although they were delayed for a while in order to avoid the patrolling god of death, fortunately, the source of the signal did not move, which proved that they were still safe at present, which made Peter feel more at ease.

Soon, he arrived at the location of the signal source.

A large black flag fluttering on the flagpole, with narcissus patterns depicted in bronzing characters, and the number 'ten' inside the hexagonal prism frame undoubtedly prove that this is the station of the Juban team.

According to the information obtained earlier, the [-]th Division is responsible for patrolling Seireitei.

The Reapers of the patrols outside are members of this squad, probably equivalent to the police in this world.

They actually dared to hide here, how courageous those two are...

But after thinking about it, it is not unacceptable. After all, according to an old saying in the East, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Those gods of death who patrol outside every day never imagined that in their old lair, they were hiding from the two travel disasters they wanted to catch.

Peter pursed his chapped lips, looked at the gap between the patrols and sneaked in, followed the location of the source of the signal, and came to a deserted training ground at the end of the station.

Under the hazy night, two figures came towards each other.

Peter took a closer look, and it turned out to be Natasha and Dr. Banner. His tense muscles relaxed slightly, and he suddenly felt like crying without tears.

"You haven't been followed, have you?" Natasha asked directly without giving Peter a chance to speak.

"No...no!" Peter shook his head vigorously, and quickly assured: "I deliberately spared a few laps, and then changed my clothes, so I sneaked here. There is absolutely no one following me."

"That's fine." Natasha heaved a sigh of relief, but she frowned again: "Why are you here alone? I remember when we were separated, wasn't Rogers with you?"

"Captain Rogers, he..."

Peter had a bitter expression on his face. After a pause for half a second, he said with sad eyes: "In order to protect me and leave, he stopped a captain by himself. I don't know if he is still alive."

"Even Captain Rogers..."

Banner sighed bitterly, shook his head and said, "I don't know what happened to the others."

"Konstantin and Barton seem to have killed a captain." Peter quickly told what he saw today, hoping that the two of them could give some advice: "Do you think they really did it?" ?"

"Hey~ how is it possible?"

Natasha folded her hands on her chest and said with a sneer, "Someone must be deliberately framing us."

"Na is right, this is framed." Banner nodded, patted Peter on the shoulder, and said, "The reason is actually very simple, but you were too flustered, so you didn't see the problem."

Peter froze for a moment, and quickly asked, "What's the problem?"

"There are problems everywhere, and everything is too coincidental."

Natasha's eyes sank, and she said slowly: "With the strength of the two of them, not to mention killing a captain, even defeating Frank is enough, how can such a thing be done?"

"That's right, they happened to meet Aizen, and Aizen just happened to be unprepared for them, and just happened to invite them to his team building, and just happened to be attacked again, and just happened to leave with their own spiritual pressure left behind." Banner He smiled and said, "Now do you still think that all this is a coincidence?"

"Someone...is framing us!"

Peter's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized: "That is to say, the person who killed Aizen was actually in Seiling Court?"

"The only one who can kill a captain is another captain." Natasha raised her sideburn hair and said solemnly: "Now things are getting more and more serious, I feel that we seem to be involved in some conspiracy."

"Someone is using us as a cover." Banner bit his lip and said.

While the three of them were talking, they saw a figure approaching.

under night.

The person who came came with short silver hair and messy short hair. He was the captain of the third division, Ichimaru Gin.

"Looks like I'm lucky~"

Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled upwards, and said, "It actually made me encounter three more accidents."