[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

On the ground floor of Room 46 of the Central Committee, there is a large collection of books in the corridor of the Great Spirit Book buried deep in the ground, which is enough for everyone to instantly understand the subtle mood of Qin Shihuang when he burned books and buried scholars.It is simply the best footnote for the vivid manifestation of adjectives such as a sea of ​​​​big cows, a vast ocean, pictures on the left and history on the right, countless sands in the Ganges River, vast like stars, omnipotent, and all-encompassing.

Even if you want to know how old our great Ling Wang is, wetting the bed, losing his teeth, going to bed at night to find his mother, as long as you have selflessly dedicated the rest of your life to this endless pile of old papers If you have the awareness, you will definitely get what you want.All in all, all in all, this is said to have gathered almost everything that happened in the world of souls since its birth. It is said that the information contained in the huge hard disk that is still far away from memory overflow is so rich that only you can't think of it. , there is nothing you can’t find, and most importantly... there is absolutely no such thing as the passage of time and the change of circumstances. This kind of unjust, false and wrongly decided case was either intentional or unintentional.

——On this point, Hirako Mako dared to hold the ranking of the ancestors of the Hirako family with one hand, and reached into the arms of Vice Captain Aizen with the other hand to feel the conscience guarantee that did not exist at all. (Hey, the two have something to do with each other. I want to guarantee that you should also use Captain Hirako’s head, right?)

That's why at this moment, I'm lying on the screen of the central control computer that counts and manages the book borrowing records of the Great Spirit Book Corridor, while hanging two mosquito coils inside circles, dizzy and dizzy, browsing the current twelve. The team leader, the director of the Technology Development Bureau, the insidious and cunning clog hat, the black-bellied profiteer's borrowing records for the past three months, while sighing that he really met bad people, made bad friends by mistake, and was born to work hard... Qiaodu sack!As long as you fill in the name of the big boss in the spouse column, no one dares to deny that this is the truth. If you make a bad friend by mistake, think about the number one NB board of death who often turns out to comet Beilaifei. Er Tuo is also a big truth, but what kind of truth is born to work hard!On my behalf, everyone from Kazamura Zangwu to Sakura Kamizumi University is regarded as a 24-hour personal nanny and financial controller, and some people also have to work part-time as a bed warmer. The broad proletarian masses in an exploited position said that if this is considered hard work If it's my life, I really want to work hard all my life!

The borrowing records were still scrolling down like scuds, and Captain Jin Changzhi, who was lying on the screen, was drooling longer than the hair on his shoulders.

Then, from the darkness where the weak blue light of the display screen could not illuminate, a slender, powerful palm with well-defined joints, fair skin, fine texture and delicate texture appeared, which was more suitable for stroking Yaoqin's leisurely translation of poems when viewed horizontally or vertically, compared to dancing knives and swords. Attached to a wrist as white as snow and a fluttering wide sleeve with silver streaks on the background of the night, it silently and slowly fell to the operating area Mako Hirako, who was sleeping in the dark and knew nothing about human affairs, was hidden under a brilliant golden color. Slender and white neck.

At the moment when the golden and smooth silk thread was gently pushed aside by the fingertips, and the moment it was about to touch the warm and soft skin, a cold light suddenly appeared in the dark and quiet room, the light of the knife pierced through the air, and the sharp sword tip was wrapped in a cold front and unsheathed The sound of the dragon's chant of metal and iron clanging turned into a ray of dazzling streamer that took people's lives, and plunged into the endless darkness.The caress shot out from the armpit on the side of the ribs, the cold and sharp tip of the knife is worthy of kissing the shallow protruding Adam's apple on the other party's slender and graceful neck.

"It's really you." The Nifu in Pingzi's hand raised slightly, and the soft place behind the upper jawbone with the upward facing blade forced the opponent to raise his head naturally.

"It's indeed me." The visitor maintained his posture of raising his hand and stroking his neck, and his clear and melodious baritone voice rang out from the boundless darkness, reminiscent of the clear sound of copper bells swaying close at hand under the dripping eaves The faint smile in the throat vibration is like the most lingering kiss on the ear and neck of a lover, tempting every listening creature to fall into the darkest and hopeless abyss.

It was almost like a call from hell.Pingzi suppressed the sudden throbbing from the suddenly constricted heart to the limbs, put the knife into the sheath neatly, and straightened his body: "Ah, so it was you."

The visitor leaned forward slightly, and the warm arm from the back of his head pointed at Hirako's neck, brushed past the slender and smooth neck, and lightly touched the rapidly scrolling bibliography on the blue screen: "Urahara Kisuke's Borrowing Records" So you’re here to find a way to permanently seal Beng Yu, Captain Hirako.”

"I thought I would meet Hideaki Sukawa here..." Hirako raised his hand and tapped skillfully on the console, the borrowing record on the monitor was replaced by another open window, "Why are you here? "

The other arm also emerged from the darkness, gently resting on the soft and white fabric of Pingzi's shoulder feathers: "The four major families have the privilege of reading all the documents in the corridor of the Great Spirit Book at will without having to record them. It is so convenient. How can you not use it when you encounter some difficult and miscellaneous diseases.”

Slightly tilting his head, this time Pingzi finally saw clearly what pattern was painted and embroidered by the flowing silver thread on the other party's black sleeve. Circle the inscription on the golden tripod—one question and three questions.It's really a concise and concise summary.This central idea can be summed up so that reading in the college entrance examination is definitely a perfect score, right? =dish=

Hirako resisted the twitching of the conditioned reflex at the corners of his lips, and raised his hand to press the back molars that unconsciously began to run out of the gap in the grin: "I'm beginning to understand why it's not Hideaki Sukawa who appeared here. You Some of his identities... Fuchuan Hideaki is probably not clear, right?"

"Maybe so." The man behind him gave an ambiguous answer. He reached out his fingers and tapped the densely packed buttons on the console, seemingly unintentionally sighing, "The recent hits of the word Bengyu It's really high."

"Oh?" The Kansai accent provoked a smooth and flexible rise, and Hirako watched the catalog silently sliding on the flickering blue screen. Interested in stuff."

"Oh, others dare not say it." The fingers that landed on the shoulder blades tightened and loosened slightly with the chuckle that escaped from the man's lips, and the shadow above his head was like a bat flying in the night without a sound. Skipping the shoulders and neck, and finally fixed on the soft and sensitive skin behind the ears, "The one you always hide in the golden house every now and then, do you really know nothing about it? Captain Pingzi."

"Matsushima Lingdu, what on earth are you..." Pingzi's sharp questioning came to an abrupt end amid the sudden heaviness on his shoulders, and the boundless sea of ​​books spiraling down the corridor of the Great Spirit Book in front of him suddenly blurred into a grotesque radiance. The feeling of weightlessness made Pingzi clearly aware that he was in almost free fall, and the sudden pause squeezed his internal organs to overwhelm the river and sea in an instant. However, Pingzi just opened his eyes wide and stared at the man slowly stepping out of the darkness. Dumbfounded, "...Fuchuan Hideaki, why are you...wrong."

The gorgeous young man with long wine red hair, purple eyes, elegant smile but charming smile stood in front of the operating desk through a black and white overlapping body.

Matsushima Zero, who was lying behind Hirako's ear, sighed at the right time, and reminded with a low voice pretending to be mysterious: "This is the list of materials that Hideaki Fukawa came to check for the last time more than five months ago. As a discount, I You can also give me an extra message..."

However, Hirako, who had been sitting still, suddenly raised his hand over his shoulder and tightly clasped the Reiatsu outlet between the wrists of Matsushima's slender, slender arm. , the Kansai accent also sounded every word with a heavy weight: "What is the relationship between you and him? Matsushima zero degree!"

The pressure between the wrists became more and more urgent, and the continuous crisp and pleasant sound of the wrist joints was like an ominous mourning sound, indicating that in the next second, the fragile bones might succumb to the strong external force, break and shatter.However, Reidu Matsushima just stretched out the other palm, and gently patted the back of Pingzi's pale hand, which had lost the last trace of blood due to too much force, in a calm, elegant, calm and calm voice: "The permanent seal collapsed." Jade's method..."

"What?" The unexpected news made Pingzi subconsciously clenched his palms, but he suddenly found that the finger gaps in his palms were empty except for the cold and slippery touch. The platform carrying the central computer hovered from the 31st floor in the memory to the No. 60 eighth floor.

"Sure enough, isn't it a dream?" Hirako covered his tired and tired eyelids with one hand, and his drowsy Kansai accent gradually weakened, "If it's true as you said, I really want... ZZZZZ..."