[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

After confirming that Hideaki Fukawa was not crazy enough to take the heroic figure of his obsessive old lover's body into a GV and pass it down through the ages for future generations to look up to, Aizen took a step forward to carefully observe the jade body lying horizontally in the glass coffin corpse.

In all fairness, the appearance of this legendary figure who broke through the siege from the thousands of troops surrounded by colorful flowers and captured countless romantic and romantic Hideaki Fukawa can only be described in four words: great disappointment.

The eyebrows are slender but sharp, the nose is high but the bridge is too high, the lips are plump and beautiful, but they are too pale and not bright enough... Every facial feature is not delicate enough to pick out obvious flaws, even the combination of facial features is not enough. So impeccable, but when you stand here, staring deeply at this face that is only middle-aged, you will get the gentleness and tranquility from the depths of your soul for no reason, and then indulge in this kind of gentleness that seems to be able to cleanse your soul. unable to extricate themselves.It’s almost like some kind of special purpose created by the gods... to kill ambitions and ambitions, and to forget grand ambitions... □□.

Vice-captain Aizen, who is very upright in criticizing characters, glanced over the neck of Yuan Zhibifang's corpse □□ in the air with his upright eyes, thanks to the good eyesight that comes with the captain-level spirit body, he accurately caught it under the half-covered skirt One after another, there are ambiguous and charming traces.The extremely upright train of thought went astray in an instant, and turned to... Uh-huh, you know.Ambiguous smile. ——Flip the table, Hirako Mako, you are a humanoid yellow pollution source, and you have ruined your CP!

And at the moment when Lan Daboss's once-in-a-lifetime thought went astray, Pingzi, who seemed to be jumping up and down and even childishly looking at the reflection of the shiny metal roof, pulled down the corners of his mouth and eyelids to make faces, but let go of his hands, glib and frivolous and funny The Kansai accent accurately cuts into the villain BOSS. Although it is not a retrograde path, it is also reminiscent of the thinking circuit of Minotaur's villa: "Although I believe in the madness of Hideaki Sukawa as much as you do, I seriously doubt His character, but he really didn't do something as explosive as rape|corpse."

When an adult male's too slender palm lightly patted the edge of the transparent coffin, Hirako spoke in a slightly lower and slower Osaka accent than usual: "Don't underestimate this tasteless container. Five thousand The sky-high price of 400 million rings allows it to have the top fresh-keeping function in the soul world so far, and it is specially used to preserve those 'arts' that are extremely picky about the environment and will be wiped out if you don't pay attention."

His train of thought finally returned to the normal track. Vice-captain Aizen pondered for a moment, using his deep and mellow voice that could easily please others' auditory nerves, and most importantly, his own boss's picky auditory nerves, he said slowly: "Unexpectedly, Captain Pingzi He also knows a lot about these cutting-edge devices."

This time, it was replaced by the arrogant and arrogant Captain Hirako who never knew how to write the word "humility". The Kansai dialect, which could still feel the deep resentment through a mask, finally sounded slowly: "If a woman tells you with a sly smile that you will sleep in such a coffin after death, you will definitely Will always remember it."

Aizen vice-captain: "..."

Sure enough, all intelligent creatures belonging to the rare species of scientific madman, regardless of gender, age, temper, and temperament, essentially have abnormal morality and logic. ——In short, the three views are not correct.

Realizing that he had picked an inappropriate topic to poke a hornet's nest, the vice-captain Aizen decided to break the more unbreakable silence by himself: "Compared with this amazing discovery, how to get out of here is the most urgent task..."

"Although it is an underground building, there is no need to open ventilation ducts, let alone try to send any distress messages - before destroying the defense mechanism here." Hirako Mako pushed up and pulled down the rabbit mask on his face again, Slightly raising the corners of his lips with a hint of sarcasm flashed in the shadow of the mask, "Hideaki Fukawa is a nearly distorted guy who likes to show off, enjoy, luxury, gorgeous, extremely picky, and has a strong desire to control and possess. What is yours must always be the best. And it must be under your absolute control."

Hirako’s words evoked memories of Hideaki Sukawa, from gorgeous clothing, beautiful gardens, exquisite and luxurious utensils, and even eating the same amount of gold in a meal, or even more, Aizen had to admit that Hirako Mako did not exaggerate anything.

"So, not to mention places like ventilation ducts, this whole building must be under his control anytime and anywhere." Pingzi spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders chicly, "And with his consistent style of top luxury, A room that can be qualified to protect his most important treasure is definitely comparable to the existence of the endless hell under the old man Yamamoto's ass."

"So..." The soft corners of Aizen's lips outlined an inexplicable arc, "...you really decided to do that, right? It's really messed up, Captain Hirako."

The gray rabbit mask once again showed the whole picture of embarrassment on Aizen's retina, and Violet's eyes lit up with a sharp and sharp light like a falcon: "Is there any better way for Yousuke?"

"No..." Big Blue Boss smiled and turned his head to the side. The subtle change of angle easily hides all the dark and unclear emotions in the reflection on the edge of the lens. , after all, although the strength of the material of the instrument is not high, ghosts are not capable of doing this kind of thing.”

"Oh, oh, oh..." Mako Hirako, who was surprised by Aizen's proposal, opened her eyes slightly, and after a brief gaffe, she regained her listless dead fish eyes, "Such a despicable and obscene idea, please don't let it go!" It's a pity to occupy the mountain as king~~~"

Aizen subconsciously clenched Jinghu Shuiyue's slender hilt, still remaining youthful and innocent, and gave Pingzi a calm, soft and perfect smile: "Don't ask that battle should have aesthetics, don't ask that death must obey Virtue, don’t just care about your own life. If you want to protect something worth protecting, kill the enemy who should be killed from behind. Your teaching, I still remember it.”

Pingzi stared silently at the man in front of him who had a slightly green and youthful face, but could not help showing a firm and indestructible temperament. His soft and curly brown hair was still piled up in front of his forehead in a messy way. The gentle eyes are clearly no longer clear with the passage of time.

"Ah~ha~" As if lamenting the ruthlessness of the passing of time, Pingzi let out a slight sigh, and softly sighed with Kansai accent in a soft tone that can be called warmth, "I almost forgot, I In fact, I was your teacher. Then did I say, no matter when you don't put yourself to death easily?"

Aizen's palm holding the handle of Jinghua Shuiyue suddenly loosened and clenched at a faster speed than loosening. He slowly lowered his eyelids, hiding all possible turbulent waves in the darkness that cannot be touched by sight: "As a deputy Captain, protecting the captain is a matter of course, even if you sacrifice your life for it."

"Very beautiful oath." Hirako walked towards the operation panel next to the closed metal door with lazy steps, and the end of the ponytail tied behind his head danced with tiny ripples, "Should the next sentence be answered? I have the right to beat you and kill you, Soyousuke."

"...Captain Hirako, have you read those strange articles in the "Journal of the Women's Association" recently?"

The sharp tip of the backstroke stands straight on the operation board, and with the firm push of the palm, it easily penetrates the hard alloy and cuts off the delicate and complicated lines hidden behind the metal. ——Of course, it also includes the circuit that maintains the signal shielding of this golden house that is used to hide girls.

The sharp alarm dragged on and the stern sound rang through the ears amidst the flickering scarlet. At the same time, Mako Hirako's slender fingers slowly crushed the small button instrument inside the folded collar.