[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The astonishing truth finally tore apart the vain tenderness, but Aizen didn't exhale "how could it be?" After the turbulent pupils converged all the emotions that leaked out for a moment, an intriguing smile appeared on the corners of the mouth: "Impossible. It does have the ability to break the invisible barrier between the rules, but bringing the dead back to life is not as simple as breaking it. , that is a fundamental denial and reversal of the rules."

"I also know that bringing the dead back to life is not such a simple matter, so I say it's incomplete because it can't be done." Fukawa Hideki's thin red lips curled up a thin line full of ambiguous hints. Smiling, the metallic luster from Zijin's pupils made this charming smile more chilling and cold, "The matter has just begun, and it is too early to draw conclusions. Mr. Ai Ran."

Aizen raised her hand gracefully, and made a gesture of listening respectfully: "I'm sorry to interrupt Your Excellency Fuchuan, please continue to enlighten me."

"I've already said it, don't be so polite. Soyousuke~" As if using Aizen to show that there is no way to guard against the chariots and horses, Hideaki Fukawa shrugged his left shoulder boringly, and continued the interrupted words, "That foreigner didn't so much visit the door, it's better to say that he broke into the Fuchuan mansion suddenly with open fire. Then... he used that thing to save me who was dead."

"This is the whole process?" Aizen spoke slowly in the long pause that Hideaki Fukawa had filled up to this point. ——The subtext can be translated into "Are you kidding me?"

As if he had expected that Aizen would be dissatisfied with such a brief explanation, Fuchuan Hideaki said with a soft smile, "If the process of treating me is really so boring and simple, the funeral of the Fuchuan family Yi, the deceased must stay in the coffin in the designated room for seven days, and no one is allowed to enter the room during this period. Therefore, it is impossible for me to know the process of treatment as a dead person, and it is impossible for me to know from other people's narrations. The whole process. However, the first thing I did when I woke up was to keep this foreigner to live permanently in Fuchuan Mansion."

Aizen straightened his back without any trace, it was obvious that after a long and progressive foreshadowing, Hideaki Fukawa finally talked about the real climax.

The soft and charming voice travels through the cool and moist air of the summer night, and the smooth vibrato after each syllable depicts a strange picture of the dusty past: "That strange man... is the first time I have ever seen in my life." A wonderful man of the first class, impeccable in both his looks and his speech. He told me he was traveling in search of an answer to a question and he saw in me the way to it. At that time, my age I was still young, so I took out the clingy way of a child and pestered him to ask him what questions he couldn't answer. In the end, he was too tightly entangled by me, so he reluctantly agreed to my request, but he also raised a question. Ask in exchange - to allow him to leave immediately after fulfilling my request."

"Are you really going to let him go?" Ai Ran chuckled, her deep and mellow voice painted every word trembling out of her vocal cords with lingering sexiness and the danger of death.

There was a tacit smile on Hideaki Fukawa's lips, and his slender index finger unconsciously stirred the hair on his sideburns, narrowing his eyes lazily and charmingly like a noble Persian cat, licking it dexterously, softly and seductively. The corner of the lips: "So I saw the complete thing for the first and only time, and immediately understood how amazing things this thing can do. If that person is not the most outstanding genius in the world, he must be the craziest Crazy. How can I let such a person slip away from me? With such a wonderful and dangerous thing?"

"So,..." The moment the first word was blurted out, Aizen fell into silence without warning, as if trying to retrieve a suitable word from the poetic vocabulary of the villain boss or the villain boss of the literary youth fan. After a pause in words, the warm smile on Lan Ran's lips suddenly showed sharp and aggressive edges, "Did you kill him?"

"Hehe..." Aizen's words seemed to bring back some wonderful and joyful memories, Hideaki Fukawa let out a low and treacherous chuckle from the depths of his chest, like spider silk swimming in the air, sticky and sticky on the The end of the auditory nerve, "That's right, I killed him. Since I can't keep him, then destroying him is the way to make me feel at ease, isn't it? It's just,..." The smug show off showed no sign Turning to a gloomy depression, he lowered his cold purple eyes and stared at the slender white palm, as if the sticky warm blood flowed over the palm in a calm and unhurried manner again, "That man was graceful even when he was dying. Being calm and impeccable really makes me lose a lot of fun.”

"Is it just a lot less fun?" The unfinished words of Hideaki Fukawa have been linked together from the existing clues, and Aizen's deep and gentle voice is mixed with something that should be classified as "schadenfreude" Pleasure, "This choice gets you next to nothing, the person who made it is dead, and you obviously didn't get what you wanted, except..."

"Except for an incomplete manufacturing note." Filling himself a glass of amber wine again, Hideaki Fukawa said leisurely in a tone that could not hear any negative emotions a second before raising his hand to raise his glass.

Silence spread silently between the ups and downs of the cups, Hideaki Sukawa, who had lost interest in continuing to tell, had a blurred sense of alcohol in his eyes, and when the floating water color in the purple-gold pupils finally blurred the clear outline of the face, he seemed to be trapped in the Ai Ran pondered for a long time during a long exam, and slowly said: "Although I should not get an answer, I still have two questions that must be asked."

"Oh? Although I probably know your doubts, I still have to listen carefully."

"First question, what do you want that thing for?"

"This question, if it was 200 years ago, I really wouldn't know how to answer it, but now I might as well tell you my purpose." Hideaki Fukawa quietly faded away the beautiful color with his fingertips pinching the edge of the cup , the rounded arc of the nails that lost the color of blood reflected the brilliance of white jade, "For the other side, I knew the other side. I killed the other side with my own hands 200 years ago, but I have always carefully preserved his body. "

Finally understanding Hideaki Fukagawa's other intention in mentioning the past, Aizen suppressed the sneer that almost floated in his eyes, and calmly asked another question: "Why are you so sure that I can create a complete collapse jade?"— —with an incomplete note.

"Well..." His hands were naturally crossed in front of his chest, and Hideaki Fukawa, whose intersected fingers were resting on his chin, had a troubled expression on his face. Unrelated question, "Does Soyousuke know the name of that alien?"

Without waiting for Aizen to react, he continued on his own accord: "The stranger claims to be a sinner from hell, and his name is Pure Land, the world-destroyer pure land."