[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Because the cross in the middle of the face made by the little princess of the Sifengin family was too shiny, Mako Hirako had to go back to the village where the whole community lived to buy a mask, and changed it by the way. Let the whole body be empty and not a single blade of grass grow, and all intelligent creatures retreat three feet to watch the wind and flee.

Wearing the most common gray kimono on Ruukon Street and wearing the classic white fox mask, Mako Hirako stooped into the car dealership and took a big bill: "Where is the farthest area you can reach here?"

"Fifty District." The owner of the car dealership answered very neatly for Qian's sake.

Pingzi pushed the somewhat stuffy mask, bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly: "Tsk, it's still a bit closer."

Seeing that the gold master in front of him seemed a little dissatisfied, the boss quickly said: "Guests, you know that behind the [-]th district of Liuhun Street is the world of robbers and gangsters. How dare we go to such a place with such a small business..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a choking sound, and a slender Zanpakudao smashed against the boss's nose on the table in front of him, forcibly smashing the boss's endless mouth into silence. He squeezed out a sentence dryly: "Die, die, die... the god of death, my lord?"

Mako Hirako flicked her fingertips and pinned Ni Fu back to her waist. In the two dark holes behind the mask, in the light gray eyes, there was a flash of coldness, and the deliberately depressed Kansai accent carried an indescribable Danger means: "Dare to go now?"

"But but... yes..." The boss's face turned from red to white and then from white to purple. Although the tip of his tongue was knotted, the meaning of hesitation was obvious, "that..."

Pingzi threw a stack of bills on the corner of the table without saying a word: "Buy your best car here, and find someone to drive me to District [-] for me."

"Obviously understand, I'll do it now!"

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Don't expect the speed of the bullock cart to be so fast. From the first district to the fifty district, for a god of death, it takes half a day to walk without sleep or rest at full power. If you change the bullock cart, you can walk for three to five days. The non-stop conversion method of wearing the stars and wearing the moon and the cows, if like Mako Hirako stays overnight, eats three meals on time, is leisurely and content, seems to be full of leisurely leisure, so that the aristocratic master who goes out for an outing, the time must at least roll up. One and a half times.

During this period, except for sleeping at night or encountering certain problems that cannot be solved on the spot in the carriage, Pingzi basically never showed up, and even except for necessary conversations, he never talked nonsense with the driver, even if occasionally The conversation is also a typical arrogance of Jinglingting Noble Shinigami.

"Ah, I have a terrible headache... Ling Wang, why is that damned Yuan Zhibifang so capable!" In the dark and narrow carriage, the mysterious and arrogant white fox guest in the driver's impression was holding his head at this moment. No matter where you go, you will be impressive and unforgettable. Like a ray of sunshine cut from the scorching sun at noon, the long golden hair groans with no temperament and full of Kansai flavor, "Every day, every day Just buried in these moldy piles of paper, it's almost like growing mushrooms."

It is very amazing that although Hirako Makoto is born with Fan Chong who is incompatible with writing tools such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and hates all the work of turning the things in his head into written words, in fact Hirako Makoto does not hate reading, but even if he Why don’t you hate reading, reading every day in a dark place like being in prison, or reading two official instructions that are basically the same and have little difference in a row, and at night you have to continue to sleep on the tatami mats and light up the night battle, the cup is coming Even in the dream, there are piles of yellowed and brown old papers overwhelming, turning into five elements and mountains, so that I will never turn over.Not to mention Mako Hirako, who is described by the evaluation of all members of Room 419—a guy who can’t even sleep peacefully, even the future 24-filial vice-captain of his family will go into battle in person, and he will make another pair under the black-rimmed glasses. Glasses come.

That's why, staying in the car and patiently wrestling with these two kraft paper bags for five days, he finally exhausted his energy and patiently exhausted his HP tank and emptied his HP tank completely, leaving only a trace of pitiful blood, Mako Hirako was finally overwhelmed. He fell into a pile of papers exuding the fragrance of pine and cypress ink, and the long hair on the back of his head was disheveled like his master.

"Ah~~~" Hirako Mako twisted on the pile of papers, from the buttocks up tiger landing pose to five hearts facing the sky, four ups and downs, and took down a piece of snow-white paper stuck to her cheek, which was freshly released a few days ago In black and white, honestly, you are welcome to rub a piece of light gray handwriting on Mako Hirako's smooth and fair skin, although it can't be said to be broken by bullets, and add three points. It is abnormal to be caught by the Poke Ball of the fourth team at any time The "Pinnacle" Temperament of the Human Behavior Research Center.

Because she has been competing with dozens of written materials recently, Hirako Mako couldn’t help but activate the latest updated conditioned reflex when her eyes fell on the paper, and subconsciously searched for possible clues between the lines: "... In XXXX, the thirteenth seat of the first team was transferred to the eighth seat of the third team at the request of the captain of the third team for reinforcements... Strange... It seems that something is not right..."

In fact, the Goutei thirteenth division has its own responsibilities and performs its duties, and the members are scattered in the soul world and even all over the world. Not to mention the interaction between the divisions, even the captains are often in a state of not communicating with each other. In addition to getting acquainted with each other at the monthly captain's regular meeting, whether the private friendship can surpass that of a rookie who just entered the door in the fan team has to be gorgeously questioned, and the transfer of team members between fan teams is also quite rare, but never. Although it is rare for one fan team to be transferred to another fan team, it is not unique enough to make Hirako Mako such a fuss.

Of course, the unscrupulous job-hopping like Hara Zhibifang, almost jumping the thirteenth squadron of Goutei, and quickly gaining the favor of the captain of the squadron and entrusting him with the responsibility of the seat officer is unprecedented and unprecedented.

But the problem is not the job-hopping issue of Hara Zhibifang. Even if this is the legendary job-hopping debut of the legendary job-hopping god Hara Zhibifang, it is not the focus of Mako Hirako's attention.

"I always feel that there is something different." Hirako Mako opened the neatly arranged ancient records and began to flip through them, "Here? No, that's here? It's strange that it is this time period? Why can't I find it? Woolen cloth?"

Mako Hirako almost buried her head in the open pages of the book. After a while, the sensitive nasal mucosa finally couldn't stand the master's abuse. In such a close distance, she was in close contact with the unique breath precipitated by time. The brittle and fragile paper spewed out a few magnificent and hearty sneezes, and then Mako Hirako could only stare at the blurry mess dripping with tears in front of him, dumbfounded.The back molars of white flowers are exposed from the corners of the mouth behind the ears, and Mako Hirako's Kansai accent is exceptionally gnashing of teeth, especially when he finds that the answer he can't find is just under his nose. The sneezes were devastated into a hazy mess, and only one sentence was left. In July of the same year, Yuan Zhibifang was demoted to the left and moved to the eighth seat of the third division team because of his unfavorable supervision of the investigation of the 'XXOO missing' case. .

"Missing? What is missing? There are so many missing people in Jingling Court in Liuhun Street every day, where do you want me to find out?!"——So, His Majesty Lingwang, are you playing with me?You are definitely playing me! !Flip the table! ! !