[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"The newspaper reports that the captain of the [-] Division, Liuchequan Xilingya, has disappeared, and the vice-captain Jiujiu Nanbai Lingya has disappeared!"

"Quabu, tell all captains to gather in the conference room."

"Hay!"

The sharp and piercing alarm cut through the silent night and resounded through the sky above the Jingling Court.

The man reclining in the comfortable armchair slowly opened his purple-gold pupils, the metallic and inorganic cold light flickered in the corners of his long and narrow eyes, and his thin lips drew a gleam that seemed to be there. Smile, three points playful and seven points hopeful: "Has the good show finally started? I am looking forward to the script you have created, please don't let me down, Mr. Lan Ran, and... Xiao Zhenzi."

"Yeah, yeah, is this really going to work?" The footsteps, far smaller and lighter than adults, landed silently outside the brightly lit but silent camp of the Ninth Division, with a slight glow under the desolate moonlight. The soft silver-haired boy with purple awns raised his small face, and the three bends that looked like poisonous snakes and more like cunning beasts carved a calm and cruel look on his fair face.

"Which thing are you referring to, Silver." The voice from the silent darkness was mellow and gentle. People think of the quiet burning flame in the void, which cannot be captured or grasped. The bright and soft flame shadow is just another illusion of burning fingertips in the final analysis.

Ichimaru Gin's face full of childlike innocence and childishness has more profound traces, and he almost pushes forward with interest in a smooth tone that is almost provocative: "Of course it's Captain Hirako, Vice Captain Aizen~ Although The investigation team of Division [-], including the captain, is completely wiped out, Jinglingting will definitely dispatch an emergency investigation team composed of the captain to find out the situation, but there is not only one Captain Hirako in Jinglingting~~~"

"Ah, it's really troublesome. If there is no Captain Hirako among the captains sent, how can Aizen's vice-captain become Aizen's captain?" Flickering from above the scarlet gem.

As soon as the words fell, Ichimaru Gin's pupils that fell down into two long and narrow slits caught the cold reflection of the lens from the boundless darkness, and the fleeting light was fleeting.After the silence that was so short that it could not even be called the moment of flicking fingers, the deep and soft tone lingered in the ears, every gentle and quiet syllable was full of sweet and joyful smiles, and the tone full of some kind of indescribable expectation was just like a The teenager in love waits for the lover with whom he falls in love, so that every passing second is full of affection: "He will come."

Ichimaru Gin was overwhelmed by his own nasty imagination, and felt that if he piled up Aizen with these warm and sweet words full of positive energy, he would almost become crisp but not firewood. Fat but not greasy, the shiny roast suckling pig is waiting to be served.Rigid with three sharp corners, he smacked his lips, and the squinting bun fox continued his efforts in a Kansai accent: "Ala, vice-captain Aizen is just so willing..."

Before the words were finished, the number one violent Huya girl, wearing two sky cannons and a pile of freckles on her face, had appeared on the treetop at the other end of the camp with a huge backpack on her back.

"...Oh, I believe it now, Vice Captain Aizen."

The dragon balls scattered in every corner of the Jingling Court in the team building of the first team, ah, no, the captain was finally knocked together on the wooden floor of the captain's routine meeting room by a series of killings that shook the sky.

Even Kisuke Urahara, the captain of the [-]th Division, who perfectly inherited the personal characteristics of the fifth division's incongruous captain, who came late and left early, came late with a shunpo hanging on the rear of the car, and the two were late. In Pai Yuzhilie's white coat, there were still three bright front teeth not in place.

The [-]th Division, which has been without a leader for many years, and the [-]th Division, which has become a missing population, will naturally not become the focus of the people's sharp eyes, but... the third division, with a sad face and a blond gentleman, looks at the empty left hand side, He exchanged a glance with Captain Urahara, who was at the end, and said, "Where did that guy Mako go?"

"How is the situation in the first team? Jieren."

"The team captains have assembled, but Mako Hirako's Reiatsu has not been detected!"

"What? Makoto's Reiatsu isn't in the first team?" Hideaki Fukawa suddenly opened his sharp and clear eyes while lying on the soft armrest with his eyes closed. His fingertips unconsciously curled up a wisp of wine-red hair from his temples. Si tugged gently, "Where is he now?"

"Lord Fuchuan." Gu Yuejie, who was clearly prepared, replied without hesitation, "We lost his whereabouts. The last record of the spiritual pressure monitoring showed that Mako Hirako left Jingling Court from Zhuwa Gate three hours ago. .”

The softly entangled fingertips paused suddenly, and Hideaki Fukawa stared down at a slightly curled broken hair on the slender white fingertips. The soft and sticky voice could not hear any magnificent calmness and calmness: "It's from the south. Zhuwamen?"

"That's right, it's Zhuwamen, which leads directly to Nanliuhun Street."

"...Heh," after a moment of pondering, Hideaki Fukawa, who slowly straightened up from the chair, let out a slight chuckle and stood up, "Things have become more interesting than expected, what do you think Isn't it? Intermediary."

"In contrast, I'm more curious about why Mako Hirako left Jinglingting at this time."

"Well, you will know soon, Jieren." The protruding knuckles of the index finger lightly touched the depression of the mandible. If Nakagawa Ichiro, who is more familiar with Sukawa Hideaki's words and deeds, would have been able to get over this inconspicuous Knowing that Patriarch Fuchuan, who seems to be always relaxed and able to retract freely, has encountered a difficult problem that needs to be thought out once in a thousand years, "Open the folder code-named L, how long will it take you to break through the defense there? Jieren .”

Gu Yuejie was typing dazzledly on the keyboard at the bottom of his hand, and replied: "It will take about three to ten minutes for a perfect intrusion on the premise of not triggering the alarm system."

"Three 10 minutes? Too slow." Hideaki Fukawa waved his other hand, "Is there no faster way?"

"If Master Fuchuan doesn't care about being discovered by the master, please wait patiently for another 15 minutes....How could it be? This is actually..."

"Ah~~~, I found out so quickly, the technique of introducing you is really the best." The sweet and smooth tone is like thick honey flowing in the ears, and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue are overflowing with sweet taste Gu Yuejie, who was focusing on the screen, stiffened his shoulders, and then said in a low voice with red ears, "Master Fuchuan, please don't say such things."

"Okay, okay, Jieren, although you are good in everything, it's just that this is not as good as Nakagawa's knowledge and interest. Every time I tease you, I only have this kind of reaction. I really don't feel any sense of accomplishment." Sit back on the soft and comfortable chair Hideaki Fukawa, who was in the chair, closed his eyelids lightly again, "I didn't expect to be able to do this. I have to admit that I underestimated you, Makoto Mako. You really deserve to be...the child raised by the other party."

"Tsk tsk, staying in a place like this in the dark, no matter how long it takes, the hairs will still stand on end." The flickering light of the huge integrated screen of the huge independent terminal illuminated the person who was sitting crookedly in the chair, holding a teacup and drinking tea leisurely. The man's bright blond hair and shiny white teeth, the blond captain looking around took his eyes away from the strange shadows soaked in the giant glass cover, and glanced boredly at the 97% prompt on the monitor, "Your taste is really getting better. It's getting worse,... Soyousuke."

The long tail of the call that lingered deep in the throat was like a cloud of smoke that gradually dissipated in the wind, and was finally submerged in the regular ticking of the portable hard drive flashing bright yellow light in front of his knees.