[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Well, what the hell is this~~~~" The blond captain, who was naturally competent in detecting conspiracies and tricks, scratched his head irritably when he was clueless in inferring plots and conspiracies. Falling into a vicious circle of thinking that was getting more and more chaotic, he decisively reined in the precipice and stopped in time, lowering his shoulders and waving his hands in a sign of giving up, "This kind of situation where everything is right and wrong is a waste of time, I still care about it Our task is finished. Ms. Kiryu, what information did the rabbit master Matsushima Zero who slipped into who doesn't know where to provide?"

Hikifune Kiryu pointed to the location of the hidden bag on Hirako's chest: "All the information has been entered into your magic messenger machine in advance. This new magic messenger machine has pre-stored our number in advance. In this world This is the only way we can communicate during this time."

Pingzi showed an expression of sudden realization that there was such a thing here, and he reached into his arms to find out a thin, breathable piece that felt good to the touch, and the most important thing was an unknown object that looked like a pad without wings, and stared at it with long ears The moment Douziyan looked at the cute rabbit on a pad, Chabi looked at each other affectionately, Pingzi deeply felt a wave of malice from the universe, couldn't help grinning, shaking his fingers and shaking the ultra-thin pad in his hand He hesitated and confirmed: "Miss Kiryu, is this the magical machine you mentioned?"

Hikifune Kiryu kept his expressionless face twitching at the corners of his mouth, as if his facial nerves were out of balance for 30 seconds, before he finally recovered his normal voice that wouldn't thump the ground and laugh wildly, and continued to speak with a straight face and no expression : "That seems to be a souvenir of the latest issue of the "Women's Association Journal" that Hiyori put in. The messenger nerve is on the other side."

The divine messenger is on the other side...

The magic machine is on the other side...

on the other side……

Your sister is on the other side!Your whole family, your registered permanent residence, and your whole community are on the other side!

So Pingzi took a deep breath, brought back the emotions hovering on the verge of running wild, and raised the "pad" with his hands back and forth, shaking it back and forth, and asked solemnly: "What is this thing?" =

Hikifune Kiryu supported Hirako's bony and slender fingers to study for [-] seconds, pointed to a line of ant-like instructions on the back and read out the product name word by word: "Chabi Breast | Paste, light and breathable for men. "

Kara -

A dazzling thunder flashed across the blue sky behind Captain Pingzi, which was even more ecstasy than those thunderbolts from the sky, landmines, artificial mines and natural thunders in the women's association forum where Pingzi passed by, and it was even more ecstasy. The captain's nerves that have been tempered into steel and the moral integrity that did not exist in the sky soared in the daylight and flew to the west of Hexi to turn into legends and completely froze.

=dish=#! ! ! !

Could it be that the large group raised in the Women's Association's special offering planning department are all big men with dark psychology, distorted faces, wretched faces and even more wretched smiles! ?Which bastard came up with such a three-no product that has no integrity, no lower limit, and shame to the point of breaking the table!Stand up for me mellow, I want to count the fatness of the chrysanthemum facing the sun last time!

Just when the two captains were discussing more and more unscrupulous issues around the increasingly unscrupulous publications of the "Women's Association Journal", the two captains finally stood down-to-earth...on the roof of other people's houses.

At the same time, Hirako finally found out the magical machine of messengers specially used by the living team from the hidden pocket on the other side of the dead bully outfit.Caressing the smooth and comfortable metal shell of the silver-gray body, Hirako has to admit that although Matsushima Zero is not very good, his taste is worthy of recognition.

Smooth and streamlined body shape, moderate size and comfortable grip, not blindly pursuing pocket size or large-screen widescreen, the slightly heavy weight at the beginning quietly emphasizes the essentials for male users sense of power.Pingzi opened the metal cover protecting the screen, and found the information of the target with a simple operation - the software with the built-in driver can also score more than 90 points.After browsing quickly and briefly, Pingzi raised his light gray pupils to look at the quiet side face of the beautiful Reaper who was also quietly reading the materials: "I have hunted him down four times and let him escape..." The voice paused, thinking The senior in front of him participated in the three hunts. The blond captain, who has always known how to show mercy to the opposite sex, just grinned and kept silent just right.

His thumb moved slightly, as if he was reading something new, Kiryu Hikifune raised his head from the rapidly scrolling screen, glanced at Hirako very quickly, and then turned his attention to the magic messenger in his palm again: "That's because the first four The purpose of this time is to capture the Maple Island Stone Wolf as unscathed as possible. After reading the information, you should also know what he means to the experimenter, right?"

"The little white mouse who is as lucky as me is the only survivor of the Quincy's soul transformation plan." Pingzi opened the corner of his mouth and raised a sarcastic smile, "This kind of experiment doesn't work at all. The cost of the experiment has far exceeded the benefit. "

The researcher with amazing acumen in scientific research raised her gorgeous red lips, tapped her chin lightly and looked at the blond god of death beside him: "I have always had an immature deduction about the poison of gluttony But..." Looking at the bustling street with cars rushing like running water and horses like dragons under his feet, although he is a spirit body, he may not be noticed by humans with low spiritual power in this world, but such a noisy and chaotic place cannot be discussed at any time. A suitable place, "There is also a black pill-like thing together with the messenger machine. It is said to be a portable prosthetic skeleton developed by Wang Tingzhong's technology research and development institution. Let's find a place where there is no one to change clothes. Mr. Zero just now A text message came, let's gather at this place."

Hikifune Kiryu showed the picture sent along with the text message on the messenger machine, a record store with retro decoration and obvious British style, and a line of beautiful handwriting straddled the center of Mako Hirako's retina. ——Follow the ears of Mako Hirako.

"What does this mean?" Pingzi stared at the line of messages on the screen that were beautiful like flowers but also inexplicable like why men send flowers to women. The pitch-black ball curled the corner of its mouth in disgust, "Don't tell me you want to swallow such a disgusting thing."

Hikifune Kiryu closed the messenger machine, showing a helpless expression of "you ask me who I will ask": "Mr. Zero always likes to give such unclear hints, but fortunately he will not give hints when he himself gives hints." A lot.”——Hey, hey, what’s the difference between giving no hints at all and giving vague hints!

"The usage of the portable prosthetic skeleton is different from that of the soul pill. Swallowing it will turn you into a piece of internal organs floating in mid-air in the eyes of human beings!" He stopped Pingzi from trying to swallow the pill-shaped prosthetic skeleton to drain the good blood The boy man turned abruptly into a horror movie, Hikifune Kiryu pulled Hirako into the shadow of a building, and the black pill pressed on the back of the neck instantly melted into a layer of transparent mucous membrane attached to the skin at the right position, emitting the power of the world. The sunlight faithfully reflects the appearance of the wrapped spirit body.

"Yeah? Even the costumes can be simulated and changed. If the old man Yamamoto is willing to match one of the death gods who have gone to the present world, we don't have to go to the present world and carry the corpse around..."

"Although this thing is called a portable prosthetic skeleton, it is actually completely different from the existing prosthetic skeleton technology in the soul world in terms of design ideas." According to the matching of the meteors in the world recommended in the teleportation god machine, he adjusted the clothing that suits his wishes, ——While once again expressing sincere admiration for Matsushima Zero Degree’s considerate and meticulous work style, the beautiful female captain still spared no effort to reveal the background of the temporary boss, “For example, the starting point of the existing prosthetic technology It is to let the god of death have a shell that is as close as possible to a human being, its core is imitation, and the portable skeleton is to disguise the soul into an appearance that can be seen by humans, and the core of the technology is illusion."

Pingzi followed the same pattern and stuffed himself into a small pill, and the wind that suddenly changed direction by his ear sent a piece of intermittent novel music.Hirako instinctively listened to the type of music he had never been exposed to. The rich and varied rhythm and free and casual sense of improvisation perfectly resonated with the willful and uninhibited character in the listener's bones.

"What kind of music is that?" The Kansai accent slipped out of the mouth of the blond man who unconsciously frowned in order to distinguish the melody as clearly as possible.

"It seems to be jazz, a new type of music in this world. Are you interested in this, Mako? Why don't I buy a record for you after the mission is over, and treat it as..." Talking casually, that is, after "Playboy" traveled through, the same pace Its footsteps traveled through at least 20 years of jazz. The words of the wise captain of the twelfth division stopped abruptly, and he met the shining gray eyes of the blond captain who had also recovered from his senses, and blurted out in unison, "Follow Hirako Mako (my) ears go!"