[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The tires rolled silently on the clean ground, and the metal door opened silently to the side, slowly revealing the scene behind the door.

Buildings built in the dark underground, of course, are not luxurious enough to open a super skylight with a window frame thickness of at least 500 meters straight on the top of the head in order to welcome the generous gift of the sun, but obviously for the sake of the patient's mood, Instead of using the cold and depressing cool white lighting that is commonly used in laboratories, we chose a more natural and softer mixed lighting that imitates the wavelength ratio of sunlight.

Natural soft white light fills every corner of the room, so that everyone can easily see the layout of the room.The most conspicuous ones are always the metal instruments representing the lingering notice of critical illness, or the sluggish data that beats meticulously in the monotonous electronic sound on the green or ice blue screen clearly and unmistakably reflects the criss-crossing and complicated It is shocking how weak the existence of circuits connected to other ends of colorful pipes of different colors and textures is.

On the bed that was almost submerged by the tentacles extending from the instrument, a ray of bright red snaked out from the blanket covered with clouds and snow, and the wine-red hair faded from the bewitching luster, replaced by decay and collapse The haggardness and bleakness of the eyes indicate some kind of obscure and irreversible ominousness.

The tires paused briefly in front of the door, and were soon pushed by a pair of firm hands towards the bed surrounded by expensive and bulky large life support equipment.The man sitting in the wheelchair rests his outstretched elbows on the armrests on both sides naturally, his fingers elegantly and quietly intertwine, and gently rests on his lower abdomen. There is a faint smile everywhere: "Lingdu came to visit as scheduled, and because of his weakness, he used a wheelchair to travel. Before completing the ceremony, he still looked at Haihan, the great sage of Fuchuan."

The bright red on the quilt trembled slightly, and soon a pale face that almost merged with it emerged from the white quilt, Hideaki Fukawa's smooth, sweet and charming voice was replaced by an unprecedented dry and hoarse voice, and slowly floated out: "Cough cough cough... Matsushima-kun... don't you think it's too capricious?"

As if he didn't know anything about the undisguised sarcasm in Hideaki Fukagawa's words, Zero Degree Matsushima just kept the corners of his lips raised by an elegant standard of fifteen degrees, and said in a graceful manner: "The poison of gluttony, Lingering to the bone, it cannot be eliminated overnight. Lingdu has always been narrow-minded and likes to find troubles for himself. Now his body is too weak, ruined and collapsed. Maybe he will get sick and die if he thinks about it for a while. Take a step ahead, and walk upside down in the underworld to welcome you. It can be regarded as a life and death together, a life and death together."

Fukawa Hideaki's purple-gold eyes undisguisedly lit up with the unique icy luster of metal. Hearing this, he smiled sternly, but his pale and haggard face added a sinister and enchanting look. , the sharp blade gleaming with a blue luster, the poisoned dagger, may penetrate the heart at any time and see blood seal the throat: "Let's gossip, you and I don't have the extra energy to get involved in other things now.  … Cough cough cough... … Offer your conditions, is it enough to get your life back.”

"That depends, in the eyes of the great sage of Fuchuan, is it more important to take this lowly life, or your own life is more precious." Matsushima zero degree blinked, and the dark eyes were deep in the sea, the river was clear and the sky was thousands of miles away. Ming Wuhai said, "I have a way to remove the gluttonous poison in your body, and my request is also very simple. I don't know what the great sage of Fuchuan wants?"

Hideaki Fukawa slowly closed his eyes, pondered for a long time, and then sighed softly in an irrelevant answer: "You really... are not Matsushima Zero."

"Are you referring to the fact that the real Matsushima Zero is absolutely unable to get rid of the poison of gluttony?" Matsushima Zero smiled with downcast eyes, and there was a hint of regret in his voice, "I really like this kind of leisure and freedom."

"No," Hideaki Fukawa sighed with a thick and sweet voice that could not conceal the heavy and sluggish fatigue, "The real Matsushima Zero Degree has your three-point tolerance and one-point vision, and Xiao Zhenzi has long since returned to the soul. It's a subcycle."

"Oh oh oh..." For the first time, the ambiguous expression that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile faded from Matsushima Lingdu's face, and a wry smile slowly escaped, "So, before I knew it, I was regarded as a sinister, cunning and dangerous person again. I Like you, it’s just a struggle to survive in the same disease.”

"However, I still have to thank the great sage Fuchuan for his praise." Matsushima zero degree knocked on the handrail, and signaled Ichiro Nakagawa behind him to push the cart away, "Mr. Nakagawa, please take me to visit Section Chief Gu Yue's collection. How to make Section Chief Gu Yue cut off his love... Please trouble the great sage Fuchuan."

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"Is this really good?" The smooth and silent movement of the wheelchair stopped without warning in the shadow of the next corner, and Ichiro Nakagawa's gentle and smooth voice sounded from the back of his head.

"What?" The same mellow and soft baritone uttered a question that was a little lower than usual, and used a dark and dark tone that was very different from the usual tones at the end of the interrogative sentence to confine the soul-stirring little challenge.

The crisp sound of leather shoes beating on the shiny ground resounded suddenly, and then disappeared quickly. Nakagawa Ichiro let go of the handle of the wheelchair and paced briefly behind Matsushima Zero: "I said, is this really good? Death, lackeys cook. The birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. You spare no effort to offend Master Fuchuan, and when the young master recovers, I'm afraid it will be the time when you die."

"Oh~~~ Nakagawa-kun's words are really interesting." Matsushima Zero did not turn his head to look at Nakagawa Ichiro behind him, but just spit out a specious onomatopoeia from his nasal cavity, "I am respectful and humble, my servant Ru father, will the great sage of Fuchuan spare me my life?"

There was a brief pause for the small friction sound of leather shoes against the ground behind him, and then it was covered by Ichiro Nakagawa's words: "...Of course...not."

"Originally, I knew that the other party was Ni Lin who could not be touched by Fuchuan Hideaki. He would not allow anyone who knew this past to breathe the air of the Soul Soul World without any worries. Anyone who dared to learn about the poison of gluttony Those who keep secrets must disappear without a trace, no, they have never appeared in this world." Zero Degree Matsushima shrugged his shoulders coolly, and spread his hands, "So, in your eyes, I am looking for my own death. Right?"

"But... No matter how you look at it, you will not be interested in suicide." Ichiro Nakagawa stared deeply at the man reclining in the wheelchair, but his back was still straight, like a dormant beast that would tear apart the laziness at any time. The appearance of the deadly claws.

However, a lazy beast is still a lazy beast, the only difference is that there is a sudden addition of the wonderful function of prophecy: "So you guess I might move a little during the treatment, so that the dissolute assistant Master Chuan will go to meet King Ling before I do?"

"I don't think so. It's no different from the original speculation. If you dare to do that, I promise to personally send you to be buried for the young master." Nakagawa Ichiro also rejected Matsushima Zero's guess calmly. The quiet tone of voice is not a threat but a statement.

"To be buried with that coward~~~~" Zero Degree Matsushima made no secret of the contempt and disdain in his tone, and complained mercilessly, "It's really an ugly way to die just as it sounds. Don't worry Well, I will not give you this opportunity to tarnish my reputation. And, I can tell you right now——I don’t have half a ring for decades or even hundreds of years of hostage-threatening extortion interest."

"Zero Matsushima! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"Please be calm, Mr. Zhongchuan. As the saying goes, there must be a road when a car reaches the mountain, and a boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. Since I never let Fuchuan Hideaki die in the past, how can I allow him to do so now? How about a relaxed and comfortable death without worries?"

"Huh, uh...Nani?!...What did you say?"

"I said that Mr. Zhongchuan is deeply wary of me, but there is nothing he can do. How can the future be long? Let's wait and see? See if there is any chance to send me into Huangquan?"