[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Just like the police uncles in all detective dramas or the belated reinforcements after the city is broken, they will always appear on the stage after the object of support and protection, the blue eyes of Mengling King, summons the tragedy.I don't know when Mako Hirako turned on the detective mode. When she felt the scene of the incident with a large group of creatures named underage BOSS, she could only face a hideous expression with distorted facial features and unwilling to die. A dead body without beauty.By the way, the phrase "no aesthetic feeling" was the first reaction of Pingzi's inner complaint.

"Yeah, why did he die like such an ugly middle-aged Oji-san instead of a beautiful big-breasted sister?" Hirako Mako knelt on one knee, stretched out her slender fingers and searched neatly. Whether there was any obvious trauma on the corpse, the corners of his lips twitched without concealing the disgust on his face when he lifted the skirt.

It's a pity that the Blue Boss standing beside him is still a hatchling, and he can't cooperate with tacit understanding to complain about the superficial views of his future boss on mate selection.

"Tsk, tsk... It's so strange that there are no..." The downward-looking triangular eyes looked at the front with malicious intentions, from the top to the bottom, then slipped from the feet to the head, circling around and finally stopped at the waist of the corpse. on the belt around his waist, "...couldn't it be in some strange place..."

Behind him, even the very very young BOSS couldn't help but hang a black line on his forehead. ——Please don't act like a BT necrophile who intends to rape | corpses!

Mako Hirako, who was busy fiddling with the soft body into an ideal POSS, obviously didn't have such high-quality cheats as mind reading skills. He inserted his palm into the back of the corpse and turned it over forcefully: "Ah, it really is in this kind of place~~~~"

Lan Ran looked at the bite mark printed on the back waist of the corpse through the thin cloth, about the width and length of an adult's three fingers, flat, well-proportioned and firm, with a small amount of blood on the edge.Feel the obvious surge of SEED in the anger gauge - what is this kind of place! ~~~~~ That insatiable vibrato is amazing, ah, amazing!

At this moment, Pingzi, who finally found the trace left by the criminal suspect, swept away the traces left by the criminal suspect. Looking at the symmetrical and flat face, he couldn't help itching his palms and looked down seriously. The round back of the man seems to be able to see the tooth marks of two pointed canine teeth, and the extremely deep dimples: "This... seems to be a tooth mark from a human bite?" He stretched out his fingers to confirm Only Pingzi, who had extremely slender fingers, was two knuckles long, "Well, this place is still big, it should be a child. Wait... here is a small piece of spinach leaf. Could it be that the last meal before biting someone is spinach soup? "

Someone lend me a pan!I think this probably should be the most urgent voice of the young boss at this moment?

"Well, now is not the time to guess what this thing's last supper will be." Fortunately, Mako Hirako just flicked the blond hair that slid to her chest, and flicked off a little bright red aura on her fingertips, speaking with a Kansai accent. With a single turn, he brought back the topic that seemed to be going a long way from the topic, and did not make any speeches that made his heart undergo a severe test, "There is one front tooth missing here. The size of this mark is also the height of the attack. Right Jie, do you know this man?" —— After a long time of emotional research, you almost stripped him of his clothes before you remembered to let someone identify his body!

"This is the man who wanted to hit me during the day, his name is Oda." The young Aizen looked at Hirako, his light brown eyes were filled with surprise that Hirako had no memory of the dead.

The latter yawned up to the sky, lazily picked out his ears, squinted his eyes, curled his mouth and drew a long Kansai accent: "Ah~~ That's the big guy." After a pause, his tone was cool, "I have no impression at all. gone."

"He has a seven-year-old daughter, who is about half a head taller than his waist." The young Aizen compared himself to a height not much shorter than himself, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, and he finally managed to say, "I like spinach soup. "

Mako Hirako, who put her thumb and little finger together, paused imperceptibly when she heard the words, flicked off her little finger, stretched her hands up and stretched her waist, opened her mouth, which occupied half of her face, and yawned big: "Ah~~~~~ Then there's nothing strange about it. Soyousuke, let's go, people from the village are here." The voice fell, and the young Aizen who had just enjoyed Shunpo's packing once again was caught by the slender and strong fingers Pulling his back collar, he disappeared into the vast night.

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Hirako Shunpo's direction is not the house they are living in now, but a dilapidated and abandoned house at the end of the village.Pushing open the door with mottled varnish, waiting for the dust accumulated on the bearings of the door frame to fall off by itself, Mako Hirako slowly approached the room that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, holding Aizen's hand.

"Ah, it's really a nostalgic scene." Hirako Mako stepped forward and pushed the window that had been covered with dust for an unknown amount of time, watching the flying fine dust reflect a faint halo under the moonlight, and sighed softly, "As long as I can remember, this is the scene of ruin, Soyousuke."

Entering through the window, the slender figure in the pouring moonlight turned around slowly, and the blond hair tied behind her slowly rippled in the light halo of dust with the movement of turning around.Due to the lack of ups and downs in the facial features, the boy's flat and almost weird face is clearly defined by the high bridge of the nose, like the sharpest blade cutting through the ambiguous boundary between light and shadow, but a slender and almost sad outline extends from the jaw and cheeks .The corners of his mouth, which are almost always upturned into various strange shapes, make his master look extraordinarily high-spirited, with peaceful arcs hanging from the corners of his mouth, and the light gray pupils stream out calm waves of light from under the drooping eyelids.

That is the face and posture of Mako Hirako who is lazy, self-willed, playful and colorful.

Delicate, sensitive, almost sadly tender.

The deep and slow Kansai dialect, which seems to be an underground river hidden deep in the ground and unnoticed, flows under the cold moonlight, telling the past of another boy who has been buried since he was born.

This is a moment that should be remembered for a lifetime, because from now on, Aizen has never been so close to the real Hirako Mako, touching the delicacy and sadness after laughing and cursing at such a close distance.

Afterwards, time flew by like an arrow, time flew by, and the reunion obliterated the old past. Ambition and responsibility, desire and principles intertwined and intertwined, smashing all kisses and hugs, all love and lingering into an illusion within reach.

They are the captain and the adjutant, the betrayed and the betrayed, the lost dog and the successor captain who got his wish.

Betrayal strikes down like lightning, the hypocritical mask is finally replaced by the real mask, and the heart-piercing blood finally forges a close relationship.

The ups and downs of the present world, the desolation and vastness of the imaginary circle, reunion again, and the story extends to the distance that has not been revealed by fate.

It's just that by then, everything about tonight has been forgotten.