[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Now we just want to be quiet..." The quiet and leisurely voice is reminiscent of the owner of the voice strolling in the garden, with a casual Kansai accent, and Nington, who has no warning, has noticed the abnormality behind him with his natural keen perception. Mako Hirako Instinctively looking back, what greeted him was the overwhelming darkness that suddenly bloomed on his retina.

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"Judging from the traces, it should be just a knife. The Reiatsu has been removed very cleanly, and the identity of the knife holder cannot be judged." The slender fingers wrapped under the white cloth carefully traced the long and narrow knife marks on the metal plate. With the high-speed movement of thoughts, Lan's eyes naturally revealed a captivating and focused expression, "However, judging from the fact that he just cut off the shielding circuit of the secret room, the other party is very familiar with the wiring layout of the Yingzhuo system, or has been specially trained in this way." A slayer trained in the field. The location of the laboratory may have been leaked and it is unknown."

"Our location is not only leaked, but also needs to be transferred immediately. Ichiro." The red-haired and purple-eyed man turned his head halfway. He was wearing a ribbed robe of brocade embroidered flowers after the rain, and a black belt of the same high quality that was palm-width The thin and beautiful waist line is meticulously modified, and the profile of the side face is exquisite but not slender, distinct but not obtrusive, which just rightly emphasizes the innate nobleness and elegance of the ancient and noble blood, and also unreservedly shows the owner's inscription The romantic self-admiration and cool nature in the bones.

Ichiro Nakagawa paused for a moment in astonishment in the waves of light flowing deep in the sapphire, and then frowned and asked hesitantly: "Did your thousand eyes see something? Master Yingming."

"Although someone has interfered with time and space, I can only detect a vague afterimage, but it is enough for me to determine the identity of the uninvited guest." Hideaki Fukawa took out a small magic messenger from his large sleeve , skillfully connected to the internal communication of the laboratory, and issued one incredible order after another without thinking.

"Gu Yue-jun immediately notify the heads of each department, and bring the copies of the documents to the No. 15 channel to gather immediately. All members must be present in [-] minutes."

"Reason? There is no reason, this is an order!"

"Jiuga-kun, tell all members of the Security Rangers to bring all the materials in the NO.15 warehouse to the No. 10 passage to gather. I want to see you within [-] minutes."

"Ichiro, activate the self-destruct system, and the time is set at 30 minutes and [-] seconds."

Nakagawa Ichiro's gentle and handsome face completely abandoned his calm and calm demeanor, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva to temporarily relieve the sudden tight thirst in his throat, suppressed the vibration of his vocal cords, and tried his best to stabilize the situation with his remaining calmness Voice line: "What did you see, that you arranged the evacuation in such a hasty manner, and even gave up this top-notch laboratory?"

The space compression and deformation system built into the transparent coffin is being activated to compress the two-meter-long cuboid into a pocket book that can be easily carried in the arms. Captain Gao Xin's slender figure, under the reflection of black-rimmed glasses with unknown meaning, the graceful lip line bends to reveal an extraordinarily warm and restrained modest smile.Every detail is meticulously detailed.

"Souyousuke? How could it be him?" Nakagawa Ichiro raised one eyebrow high, with an increasingly suspicious expression on his face, "Even if it is him, you don't have to give up your hard work in such a hurry, Master Yingming. "

Hearing this, Hideaki Fukawa raised his right hand to signal for Ichiro Nakagawa, who was standing by the door, to approach, and pointed at Aizen's back: "The question is not why Soyousuke appeared here, but who appeared here with him. "

Ichiro Nakagawa looked at the extremely arrogant gray footprints on the dark dead bully suit that was printed on a round and upturned part of the legs below the waist of the vice captain Aizen, which was extremely intimate and untouchable. "Footprints in this kind of place... I'm afraid no one is qualified except Mako, that bastard..."

"You figured it out, didn't you? Ichiro." The soft and smooth voice was like a whisper between lovers in a midnight dream, and Hideaki Sukawa's voice revealed an unusual sweetness due to a subtle and cold emotional change.

"I immediately set up the self-destruct procedure, but... just buried the ordinary members of the department in the ground together..." Ichiro Nakagawa objected slightly hesitantly.

What responded to him was Hideaki Fukawa's creepily sweet and gentle voice and a gorgeous and elegant smile on his lips: "We don't have the energy to take care of those wastes that will only slow you down. Bringing them will only increase the probability of being discovered."

"I understand……"

"Just still feel unbearable?"

"……Yes."

"We've already wasted a lot of time, Ichiro." Fukagawa Hideaki, who put away the transparent coffin, walked out the door with the elegant and calm steps unique to nobles. The waterfall poured down, and amidst the shrill and shrill cry of the red light, a beautiful and enchanting trajectory flew up, the turbulence was particularly deceptive, "Please shorten the time to 10 minutes."

"...As ordered." Nakagawa Ichiro, who neatly took out the portable terminal in his arms and quickly entered the command code, took big strides to follow his young master's footwork, without any hesitation.

"Speaking of which, I regret it, Ichiro."

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"No matter how many years have passed, the old man Mikami will always be so narrow-minded that he will pay for everything."

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"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do in Pure Land!"...Who, who, whose voice is so loud...

"If you expect me to figure out a way to keep Xiao Zhenzi alive, then I can't do anything."... Strange, this voice... this voice...

"Is there really no way? Is there really no way? Pure land, you have always been stronger and more capable than me. Could it be that even you can't do anything?"

"In the final analysis, I'm just your half body, the soul of a Zanpakuto. Maybe I can do some things that you can't do, but the premise and foundation are all based on your strength. Compared with your If you are stronger or have more ways, please stop talking about it. However, if you just want to keep him alive, you actually have ways, Bi Fang.”

"...Could it be... Are you really going to go that far? Pure land, you know that once you use it, there is really no way for Makoto to turn back!"

"Please calm down and listen to your heart, it will tell you what to do. It is to watch the only blood of your friend die in your arms, and live forever in the guilt of failing your best friend; It’s better to save this child, risking ruining his bright future and hiding in hiding.”…Don’t listen to him, don’t listen to him, he, he, he...

"...Hehehe...ha, Pure Land, you are right, I am not a god of death, and doing this is just losing something that doesn't belong to me. But if Xiao Zhenzi dies, there is really nothing left. It's possible. I just hope the kid doesn't blame me...don't...blame me."

The sharp knife point pierces the throbbing heart, the deadly toxin flows unscrupulously in the coagulated blood, every transformed and strengthened cell screams in fiery pain, trembles, collapses and is rebuilt and shaped.The dark and ominous spiritual pressure crouched in the chest and fell into an eternal slumber, and the vigorous spiritual pressure gushed out unscrupulously from the young body.In a trance, there were cold fingertips lingering gently over the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and the chain buried in the heart broke suddenly in the moist touch.

"It seems that I should also seriously fulfill my responsibilities. Even if the world doesn't give me the right to kill him...I will destroy him at any cost!"

"So what are you going to do? As your Zanpakuto, I don't want you to do stupid things."

"There are fatal flaws hidden in the blood of the Fuchuan family. The Pure Land..."

"Ok?"

"If I die, you will be free."

"This is the real dereliction of duty, right? Bifang. Don't you feel lonely returning to the cycle alone?"

"Lonely, I'm used to it. How could I do it myself..."

"Xiao Zhenzi seems to be waking up soon. Oh, by the way, don't ever tell me why, I'm mean and shameless enough."

"Don't you think that you are even more despicable? Pure Land."

"I just don't want to choose such a hypocritical way of death. The other side."

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"Ah—" The moment the child in the dream opened his eyes, everything in the past came to an abrupt end like a deliberately cut film, frozen in a moment of unclear meaning, when Hirako rubbed his aching chest and opened his eyes, The cold and silvery white moonlight of the last quarter moon poured impartially into the deep pupils.The brief coincidence with a certain fragment in memory made Pingzi almost think that he had started a new dream.The ponytail at the back of the head, which was shocked by everything reflected in the retina in an instant, was straight up.

The endless black night, the lonely and cold pale crescent moon hanging upside down in the center of the sky, and under the bleak moonlight, the same endless snow-white sand dunes meandering towards the black horizon.The desolate desert, where even the sound of the wind is frozen, expands into an eternal picture scroll in the icy moonlight.

Even if Mako Hirako's ignorance has already caught up with his level of idleness and troublemaking, we still have to believe in the brainwashing of the six-year quality education of the Shenyang Academy of Spiritual Art... Ah, no, it is a brilliant achievement, and we firmly believe that every living person who crosses the border Even if the high-quality cannon fodder that came out of the gilded and lacquered red gates of the Zhenyang Lingshu Academy had forgotten where to open the four gates of Jinglingting, they would never be mistaken for the trees planted in front of the rival's house. ——Why do I vaguely feel that Mr. Wuliu was shot while lying down?

"Xuquan?!" Touching her chest, not only her braids were raised, but her whole body rose from the fine white sand. The first worry that came to mind was... one, how to solve three meals a day?