[Comprehensive] The gap in history

It was a perfect day, but it was slightly flawed because of Okita's accidental injury.

When Okita returned to the gate of the amusement park with blood on his face, everyone was shocked. Although Okita repeatedly emphasized that it was only a skin trauma, when everyone gathered, everyone hurried back to Honmaru to bandage Okita Wound.

After Yaoken washed the blood, he carefully applied the medicine to Okita, then cut the gauze into small pieces, and covered Okita's face: "General, why don't you explain how you were injured?"

"Well~ don't worry, I just accidentally touched it when I was looking for the little tiger." Okita touched the bandaged wound, showing the usual smile, "Everyone is very tired from playing today, go early Go to sleep, tomorrow we will continue to fight."

Okita shifted his gaze to Wuhu Tui's direction, and looked at the little tiger who was unusually quiet in Wuhu Tui's arms: "Tui, you have to take good care of your little tiger, I'm lost alone in an unfamiliar environment today, I think it's a It's scary."

Wu Hutui lowered his head guiltily: "It's all because I'm useless. I lost the little tiger and injured the lord..."

"So, work hard! In the future, you have to rely on yourself to protect the little tiger!" Okita encouraged.

"Yes!" Wuhu Tui intensified his strength in hugging the little tiger, and replied extremely firmly.

It's not that Okita didn't see Yaken's inquisitive eyes, he knew that the gunshot wound on his face might still bear traces of being burned by gunpowder smoke, and his lies would be seen through immediately.

But Okita didn't mean to explain, why should he explain?I'm fine, and the little tiger is fine, that's enough, why bother to make everyone worry by saying something unnecessary?

Okita returned to the room, changed the clothes that were covered in dust after rolling on the floor, put on a white bathrobe, and went to the open-air bath.

Perhaps it was to distinguish the God-inspector from Fusangshen, or maybe it was because the God-inspector might be a woman. The God-inspector had an independent bathhouse. Okita modified it according to his own preferences, turning the bathhouse into a bathhouse. In the open-air form, it is like a hot spring.

Although Okita said that he doesn't mind everyone using it together, the Fusangshen still tacitly maintain some privileges of the God Judge.

Okita submerged his body in the hot water and sighed contentedly. It would be great if he could have a glass of wine at this time. Unfortunately, because he had tuberculosis before, he hadn't touched alcohol for a long time. Now that his body has recovered, I can't even remember drinking.

Okita soaked in the water like this, looking at the night sky, perhaps thinking a lot, or perhaps not thinking about anything. When most of the swords fell asleep and Honmaru gradually became quiet, Okita got up and walked slowly along the front porch. Walk slowly back to the room.

that is?

The breeze blew through Okita's half-wet hair, and Okita saw a white figure lying on the roof.

"Tsurumaru? What are you doing here?" Okita climbed up to the roof and sat next to Tsurumaru.

"Of course to see if there is a chance to scare the lord!" Tsurumaru replied in a brisk tone.

But Okita could tell that Tsurumaru was not happy at this time, although his tone was the same as before, he didn't even bother to pretend the expression on his face: "Is something wrong?"

Tsurumaru turned sideways, watching the water dripping from Okita's hair: "My lord really scared me today! However, if it's this kind of scare, I'd rather live in a place of boredom." middle."

Okita was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Tsurumaru might have seen the scenes of him fighting with Gin: "I made you worry, Tsurumaru, it won't happen in the future."

"I don't believe such words. If I do it all over again, my lord will definitely save that tiger!"

"Probably, but I will definitely be more careful next time." Okita replied.

Tsurumaru looked at the expression on Okita's face and sighed.There is really no way, but this is the master he recognizes, isn't it?

Since it is impossible to prevent the lord from saving lives, it is necessary to improve the self-protection awareness of other swords.One unexpected prank after another flashed in Tsurumaru's mind. It is conceivable that Honmaru's daily life in the future will be wild again.

"Speaking of which, Tsurumaru seems to like to stay in high places when you are unhappy!" The last time I saw Tsurumaru in Ryota's Honmaru, he was always sitting on a tree.

Tsurumaru lowered his eyes, and deliberately put on a nonchalant tone: "Maybe it was buried underground some time ago."

"Come and find me when Tsurumaru is unhappy in the future, and I will accompany you to the roof to watch the stars."

Okita looked at the night sky above the Honmaru, the stars were shining, although he knew it was all fake, as long as he had a single thought, the moon or the stars could disappear in an instant, but Okita was willing to remain confused.

"It's really my honor!" Tsurumaru lay on his back on the roof again, this time, he wasn't lonely at all.

However soon...

"Ah!"

Okita touched his nose and looked at Tsurumaru with some embarrassment.

Water dripped from her hair onto her body, and when the wind blew, she felt a little cold.

"It's really helpless, my lord, let me help you brush your hair!" Tsurumaru's eyes kept rolling, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea.

Okita's room.

Tsurumaru took a dry white towel and wiped Okita's hair.

At first, it was wiped from top to bottom several times, and then from bottom to top, the hair was pulled over the top of the head, and then pulled to the sides.

After a while of tossing around, Tsurumaru clapped his hands together, made a crisp "pop", and looked at his work with appreciation: "This hairstyle is very suitable for the lord!"

Okita stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, as expected, a white towel was fixed on his head in the shape of a bow, entangled with his hair.

Okita looked at Tsurumaru admiringly, and then showed a gentle (dark-bellied) smile: "Tsurumaru is very good at grooming hair! Then, tomorrow, I will leave the task of cleaning the stables and bathing the horses to you."

"Huh? Wait a minute, my lord, how can you let me..."

Okita interrupted Tsurumaru mercilessly: "That's it! I'll give the list to Hasebe tomorrow. Thank you for helping me brush my hair. Go to sleep! Otherwise, I won't have the energy to wash my horse tomorrow!"

With that said, Okita pushed Tsurumaru out of the door, told Tsurumaru to rest early with a concerned face, and then decisively closed the door.

Sensing Tsurumaru's exasperated mood outside the door, Okita leaned his back against the door and raised the corners of his mouth.

Tsurumaru, such a fresh look is suitable for you!

That indifferent expression appeared on your face, it's really... so ugly!

3 days later, when the government headquarters.

"Hahahaha!" Lu Ren was pounding the table with his hands, and couldn't stop laughing.

Luo Chuan helplessly rubbed his swollen head: "I said, you've been laughing for almost half an hour, doesn't your stomach hurt?"

"It hurts...but...puh ha ha ha ha ha! No, it can't be done..."

After another 5 minutes, Lu Ren finally calmed down.

"Let me say, do you still remember the incident where Honmaru No. 3 used the amusement park experience coupon three days ago?"

"Of course, the government wants to use space-time technology to develop tourism, so let the judge and Fu Sangshen go to test it first. Is there any problem?" Luo Chuan asked suspiciously.

Lu Ren called out the news about the parallel space used for testing, and couldn't help laughing again.

Here we must first explain the so-called parallel space.

With the time-government's mastery of time-space technology and the rampage of the time retrograde army, the parallel space evolved through "reality" in the true sense no longer exists, and it is replaced by "correct history" and "wrong history" The "correct history" is the real historical context of the main world, while the "wrong history" is the history changed by the retrograde army.

Therefore, the term parallel space is gradually used to describe the space transformed by some Two-dimensional works, because Two-dimensional was originally created by human beings, therefore, the government has absolute control over these time and space, even if it completely collapses, The government can also make corrections in time. Of course, these spaces can also be used for other things, such as...

Luo Chuan leaned in front of the screen and read the message inside: "Extra! The extremely subversive "Detective Conan"! The first great remake after 200 years!"

Of course, Luo Chuan knew that this anime was not serialized until the author died in the 21st century. Because of the resentment of countless viewers and the excellence of the work itself, it will be remade basically every two to thirty years, and some new things will be added. go in.

"Is there any problem with this? It's almost time for a remake."

Lu Ren continued to pull down the progress bar, revealing pictures and words that were extremely eye-catching.

The picture shows a cold-faced Zhengtai with long blond hair, wearing a black windbreaker and a black hat, holding a black pistol in his hand, and making an attacking posture.But this one has a steamed bun face too much, which makes the three words "contrasted and cute" pop out of people's minds.

Next to the blond lady was a chubby little man with short black hair, who looked at the blond lady with admiration, and almost wrote "I am a loyal dog" on his face.

The background of the picture is an amusement park at night. The originally brightly lit night sky was completely covered by the silhouette of a white crane flying high.

[Mysterious forces strike!The Black Organization faces the biggest challenge!Under the shadow of white terror, where will the fate of gin and vodka go? ]

[The most subversive remake of "Detective Conan" - "Moe Killer Gin" will hit on April 4st! ]

Etc., etc!

"Cute Killer Gin"? !

What the hell are these!

Could it be that……

Luo Chuan thought of the white crane silhouette, and suddenly felt very tired...

He needs Jing Jing, don't ask him who Jing Jing is...