[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Both of you must have been aware of my plan." The man sitting on the soft silk cushion straightened his back slightly, his clear but bottomless black eyes glanced quietly behind the gold-rimmed glasses Looking at the solemn faces of the two companions, "A very simple little game that can't even be called a strategy - fishing. I am both the bait and the hook."

Captain Hirako, who has always been very good at contradicting normal people's brains, raised another objection without any suspense: "If we divide the combat power like this, the ones who will really become bait are me and Ms. Kiryu, right? ——Those people are probably old faces who have suffered from you."

The answer to Captain Blonde's sharp question was Matsushima Zero's extraordinarily quiet and indifferent smile, and his crossed hands moved up slightly, pressing his knees to his lower abdomen, and his clear and melodious voice pulled away all the due emotional ups and downs It is reminiscent of the precision instruments that seem to be able to run smoothly for eternity in the cold white light of the laboratory: "It would be great if the enemy could be stupid to that extent. The whole army has been wiped out so many times and still don't understand why I have If there is an opportunity to launch a sneak attack from behind, this time the battle will be won very easily."

"Mako, you don't know Mr. Zero's ability to ask such a question." Kiryu Hikifune's gentle and elegant voice followed, "Mr. Zero, who hides in the shadows and no one knows, is so dangerous that it can be exposed in sight at any time. Mr. Zero, who can check the movement, is incomparable. Even if the opponent wants to take us as the primary target, he must allocate considerable strength to prevent Mr. Zero from making any unpredictable actions. In other words, for the enemy, he will divide his troops, It is a more favorable choice to concentrate our efforts to break down one by one. After all, although we are the ones who came forward to find the Quincy, in fact, the planner of the whole operation is Mr. Zero."

"But this is the last action, isn't it?" Pingzi tilted his head, raising his eyebrows suspiciously, "The role of the planner is no longer that important."

"We all know that this is the end of the Quincy Division's hunting plan, but our enemies don't know." Zero Degree Matsushima smiled slightly, "They will only learn from the signs that I even asked Captain Yamamoto to increase combatants It is speculated that this operation is extremely important to me, and I am determined to win it. But this time, I, who has always been behind the scenes and secretly dispatched, blatantly swayed under their noses. Guess what our enemies will do?"

"This is a trap." Pingzi held up a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, "But, as the saying goes, when you shoot a man, you shoot the horse first, and when you capture the thief, you capture the king first. If I have enough strength in my hand, even if I know it's a trap You must also make a breakthrough!"

It is said that Zero Degree of Matsushima squinted his eyes like a purring cat satisfied in the sun after eating and drinking, and gently put the palm on the round table on the edge of the round table: "As long as the bait is fragrant enough, you will never have to eat it." I'm worried that there are no fish that will take the risk. What's more...the reason why our whereabouts were detected so quickly this time, if I expected it to be correct, they should have hooked up with the local snakes here..."

Matsushima Zero turned his head to look out of the window, as if his deep black eyes were covered with a layer of water, he glanced unintentionally at the half-open casement on the second floor of the opposite street, and cast an understatement at the inconspicuous dark alley in the corner. Glancing at it, he finally raised his head and smiled a gentle smile of unknown meaning at the ceiling painted in warm yellow.

"Ah——" A terrified, twisted, sharp and ear-piercing scream of despair that can only be emitted by a dying beast pierced through many obstacles, and then a light flashed, and a long strip of weight had already moved along the sloping roof. Falling onto the street, the blood gushing out from the broken heart in the chest shone brighter than rubies in the sun, and the scattered blood was like thunderstorms pouring down in mid-July. It dyed the bright and clean shop windows in front of you red, and also dyed the clean faces of passers-by!But none of them noticed that he was walking towards and away from the scene of a murder, just as they didn't notice when their feet had stepped on the blood that snaked under the victim's body, on the broken body that twisted at weird angles He stepped on the once vibrant young face that was now pale and dead.

But what the two captains of the thirteenth division of the guardian court saw not only the absurd and horrific scene in front of them, they also saw... the soul, which could no longer accommodate the spirit body. Breaking free from the broken body, with a broken chain hanging on his chest, he has not realized that he is dead, a dazed and numb soul!

"Songshima..." Pingzi slammed his clenched fists on the round table in front of him. The moment he suddenly got up, the corner of his eyes caught the fleeting shadow and a murderous intent through the gradually thinning Yin Hong on the glass. The cold and piercing glare of the sword!

Death indicates that ominous shadows pass over the eaves silently and cast jagged shadows down. The flying head of the boy who has just become a spirit body still maintains a bewildered nothingness, and the invisible blood is surging again. It came out, like a brushstroke of freehand brushwork with rich ink and heavy colors superimposed on the bright red that has not yet dissipated!

The assailant dressed in a deadly costume stepped gracefully on the snow-white wall like a bat in the night, and turned flexibly in mid-air and slid into the cold and deserted dark alley. There was a bloodthirsty gleam in the sun.

"Tsk, really." He poured half a cup of black tea that was more beautiful than blood for himself without looking sideways, frowning like a picky but well-mannered spectator who just watched a bad stage play The shapes are full of impeccable elegance, "How can two or three ants that you can't even notice with your head down affect our actions? On the contrary, it has turned into a bloody mess like this. I will be troubled when I clean up the aftermath."

After the words fell, scarlet flames suddenly shot out in the alleyway, which was so dark that even under the noon sun, it could not be concealed by the brilliant skylight outside. ——The heat of the waste flame is enough to bury the dead body together with the soul inside in the blazing and majestic fire.

"You're enough! Matsushima Zero!" Mako Hirako, who finally regained her sanity from a series of brutal and bloody killings, suddenly grabbed Matsushima Zero's right hand holding the teacup across the round table, and clasped it tightly on the slender wrist bone. The pale palm followed Matsushima Zero Degree's toast and the calm movement of his lips almost dragged its owner to the round table fixed on the floor in a state of embarrassment.

Taking a shallow sip of the still steaming black tea in the cup, Zero Degree Matsushima flicked the Reiatsu outlet on Mako Hirako's wrist, which had been exposed due to the strenuous stretching.The numbness from the not-so-powerful Reiatsu hitting the fragile joints and ligaments, together with the powerlessness of the Reiatsu disorder, forced the blond-haired captain to let go of his clamped fingers.

Putting down his teacup and moving his wrist with pale finger marks, Matsushima Zero lowered his eyelids, and sighed softly behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "This is one of the reasons why I never thought of acting with you. Goni [-] The duty of Fantei Shinigami is to protect the souls of the soul world, the human beings in this world from being devoured by the void, and maintain the balance of the world's spirits. Human beings in this world are also objects that need to be protected with knives. And the responsibility of Team Zero It is to protect the spirit king, that is to say, under this premise, even if the entire soul world is sacrificed."

"You mean, Ms. Kiryu will also become like this?" Hirako's light gray pupils, who had regained their composure, flashed a fleeting light.

Matsushima Zero laughed softly: "It's not that Ms. Kiryu wants to become like this, but you must become like this. It doesn't matter which road you choose next."

What Matsushima Zero Degree said was tantamount to a blow to the head, a bolt from the blue, piercing through a sharp knife deeply inserted in Pingzi's heart.Pingzi suddenly raised his hand, his light gray eyes narrowed dangerously: "Matsushima Lingdu, what do you mean?"

"I found that Captain Hirako likes to ask questions." Matsushima Zero smiled suddenly, stroking the teacup in his hand and looking at the open window of the attic across the street, "Why don't I ask Captain Hirako a question too. Captain Hirako, do you already have Have you realized that you have to sacrifice everything by any means to achieve your goals?"

In perception, the staggered and turbulent Reiatsu in the attic of the window fell silent without warning, and then a slim and beautiful female Grim Reaper with silver hair and blue eyes appeared behind the open casement, holding a crooked head in her left hand without a knife, and her limbs were limp Unconscious human beings.

Obviously not caring about Hirako's answer, the tall Matsushima zero degree straightened the dark blue tie under his Adam's apple, put the jacket hanging on the back into his bent arms, and lowered his head to break the thick and sticky silence in the air : "Let's say goodbye for now, you two. The extra eyes and ears have been cleaned up, and then... it should be impossible for anyone to have the energy to pay attention to the movements of the two of you. You have a lot of time to spend a good time. Let's talk about the topic that hasn't been finished yet."

Another brilliant flame in front of the window greedily licked the winding track of blood, and the flickering scarlet coated the light gray iris with a layer of warm light.

Pingzi suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the window next to him. The crisp sound successfully made the man who was about to leave turn his head.

"You and 惣 right jie fight, who will win?" Through the glass, Hirako repeated this inexplicable question verbatim to the man who was slowly approaching.

The man stood still in front of the window, tapping his fingers on the glass over and over again in a strange rhythm, those knocking sounds that should have been meaningless, but the instantaneous conditional emission that fell into Pingzi's ears turned into enough to be heard Words analyzed by the brain: [There is no winning or losing, the duel between illusion masters and illusion masters is a ridiculous thing for outsiders, and it is almost impossible to determine the opponent's position in the layers of illusion. 】

A sour and sweet emotion fermented and swelled in the chest with the knocking sound, and almost captured the lacrimal glands in the eye sockets, causing Pingzi to burst into tears uncontrollably.The sudden emotional ups and downs caught Pingzi off guard, but what really made Pingzi unbelievable was the meaning of the emotion surging in his chest that made his heart almost paralyzed by the burst of joy and happiness.

The unprecedented impulse drove Pingzi to throw almost his whole body on the cold glass, raised his left hand and knocked on the glass frantically without a teacher: [Who are you? ! 】

The tall man outside the glass window didn't show any surprise at what Hirako tapped. He just used those dark black eyes that blurred the boundary between pupils and pupils, and also confused everyone's judgment of his emotions. He stared deeply at Mako Hirako who was lying on the glass and knocked wildly, then raised the corner of his mouth to outline an almost sad smile, raised his right hand and said slowly and solemnly amidst the repeated knocking sound of "he loves you". Type three words: [I know. 】After a brief pause, the man pursed his lips, 【Also, I'm sorry. 】

The moment the shock caused by the last knock spread across the smooth glass surface, it was as if an invisible palm had closed the Pandora's magic box in Hirako's body. He lost his intense emotional control, suddenly lost strength, and his body slipped into the soft and warm embrace of a mature woman.

"What's the matter with you, Hirako? Could it be that you suddenly fell ill at such a time?" The unique soft touch of women spread on the forehead, and the words of the captain of the [-]th division were full of anxiety and concern in his ears.

Pingzi curled the corner of his mouth, adjusted to a more comfortable posture in the generous embrace of the beautiful captain, and responded concisely: "Sequelae."

"So, you're alright?" The tone was suddenly low and dangerously cold.

Busy eating tofu, Captain Hirako, who was temporarily blinded by the knife on the head of the color character, happily rubbed against Hikyu Kiryu's great chest and nodded, and the answer in Kansai accent was particularly swaying: "Yes~~~"

After finishing the words, the jazz music floating lightly from the revolving phonograph was completely dispelled by a scream full of Kansai flavors: "Oh~~~~~ It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...Miss Kiryu, Let go, let go, ears, ears are about to fall~~~"