[Comprehensive] The gap in history

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, did Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?

Okita was in the darkness at this time, every ounce of air around him was oppressing his body, he wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids were very heavy.

It was as if a boulder was blocked in his chest, hot and oppressive, he could only pant desperately, like a fish that landed on the shore, trying very pitifully to get that sliver of precious air.

"Do you remember? The feeling of death, the experience that the body is getting colder and the soul is gradually withdrawn." Mikayue's voice appeared in Okita's dream like the whisper of a demon.

His lungs were burning, and sweat was drenching his entire back.

Unconsciously, Okita curled up his body like a boiled shrimp, and coughed heart-piercingly: "Ahem, ahem..." The familiar sticky blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The breath finally went smoothly, fresh air entered the lungs after the blood flowed out, and Okita opened his eyes.

As far as I can see is a simple Japanese room, except for the Yamato Shou'an on the pillow, there is nothing else

How could he be here?This room where he stayed before his death.

After helping Qingguang paint his nails, they chatted for a while, and they just went to bed like that.

Is what I see now a dream, or is everything he saw as a god judge just a fantasy before his death?

"You are already dead, Your Highness Okita. Neither the past nor the present can change the fact that you are already dead."

Ah, he remembered, the taste of death.

The so-called government of time's call didn't exist at all, it was just a scam made by the government of time to make him think he was resurrected.

He remembered that when he struggled to pick up Yamato and keep An Ding, he failed.

Then... then...

He died!

The limbs become stiff, the heart stops beating, love, hate, joy, and sorrow, all are gone with the wind.

That small Japanese room was the end of his life.

"Okita-kun, don't!" Yamato Morita suddenly yelled, and then sat up abruptly.

"An Ding, are you okay? Are you having a nightmare? Your head is covered in sweat." Qing Guang took out a towel and threw it to An Ding, looking at him worriedly.

"Okita-kun... Oh, it should be the lord, is there no news yet?" An Ding remembered that he was no longer the knife that could only watch Okita-kun die, he is now the lord's tribute. Desperate.

"It's not yet dawn, even if there is any news, you should come back to inform us tomorrow. Don't worry, An Ding, that's the lord! Maybe he was suddenly teleported to somewhere by a fox, and he will be gone in a few days." He came back safe and sound." Qing Guang tried his best to comfort An Ning and himself in a relaxed tone, but only his tightly clenched fists showed how worried Qing Guang was.

"Well... that's right, that's the lord." An Ding squeezed out a smile, he didn't tell Qing Guang what he dreamed about, because even if he did, it would only make people more disturbed.

Yesterday, after a long dispute between Kiyomitsu and Hasebe, Hasebe persuaded Kiyomitsu with the reason that "tables of different heights are easy to break the vase", and put the vase on the exquisite table specially purchased.

There are pink flowers in a vase.

Candlestick cut and fried a lot of deep-fried tofu, put them on Xiaohuwan's plate, and waited for Okita's return.

However, until the sun completely set, Okita did not come back.

Anxious Fu Sangshen came to Wanwu in a hurry, but the clinic was also empty.Okita seemed to have disappeared from the world just like that, and he was nowhere to be found.

If it wasn't for the fact that Okita's personal belongings were still neatly placed in the room, the fusangshen would even wonder if their god-inspector really existed.

Later, Hasebe found Foxnosuke, and after Foxnosuke casually made a promise to try his best to find it, he disappeared in such a hurry, without the patience and respect he had when facing Okita.

Only then did the Fu Sangshen understand that they were nothing in the eyes of the government without the interrogator.

Every god judge is precious, but with such a large population base, people with spiritual power are rare.However, there are as many mass-produced existences as Fusangshen, right?

Moreover, after the fact that Sanriyue was able to enter and exit ten thousand houses at will and kidnapped the god judge was discovered, the government was already devastated in order to improve the barrier.

In their eyes, Okita, who fell into the hands of Sankaiyue, had little hope of surviving.

Yes, the Government of Time has long known about the existence of the Kohonmaru, but they have nothing to do with it, because...they can't find the location of the Komotomaru at all.The secret door left by the government of time when Honmaru was established, in the eyes of the former god-inspectors of Honmaru, is as ridiculous as a woman who has taken off her clothes.

Whether it is the technology of space-time teleportation or the method of summoning Fusangshin, they were all invented by the man named Honmaru.No one knows what the man's real name was.Everyone only knows that that man gave himself an extremely domineering name called Tian Daocang.

No. Honmaru.

"Okita-kun? Okita-kun? Are you okay? Wake up!" An Luo Qingguang looked at Okita who was lying on the bed covered in cold sweat and coughing constantly, and hurriedly stepped forward and shook his shoulder, trying to pull Okita out of the nightmare come out.

"Cough...cough cough..." Okita opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Qingguang's face with a little laxity.

"Okita-kun? Are you okay? Hey! It's so cold!" Qingguang touched Okita's forehead, instead of the scorching heat as imagined, it felt cold.

Sensing that something was wrong with Okita's body, Kiyomitsu didn't have time to feel inferior, and grabbed Okita's hand, also without warmth.

Kiyomitsu's panicked voice revived Okita's consciousness. He felt the blood in his body start to flow again, his eyes began to focus, and then he shivered violently.

What happened to his body?Why at that moment, I seemed to be turned into a corpse?

Okita sat up a little stiffly, and then his chest felt tight, and he coughed unexpectedly.

Kiyomitsu hurriedly patted Okita on the back, trying to make Okita feel better.

Okita sat for a long time, took a few deep breaths, and then gradually recovered.

The body became warm again, and the fingers began to be flexible, but there was still a very oppressive feeling in the chest.

This honmaru is very wrong.Perhaps those gray-black mist are equivalent to a tonic for the fallen Fusangshen, but for ordinary Fusangshen and God-inspectors, the longer they stay in this environment, the more dangerous they will be.

"Okita-kun, how are you? Are you okay?" Qingguang asked cautiously, it seemed that as long as his voice was louder, Okita would shatter like a fragile doll.

Okita shook his head: "It's fine for now, Sankayue is there, I have something to ask him."

"Oh? Do you want to see me, His Highness Okita." Mikazuki's voice sounded from outside the door, as if this Maru's every move was under the surveillance of Mikazuki.

Qingguang opened the door and stared at Mikazuki with hostility.

Sanri Yuezong's eyes swept over the clear and bright red nails, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "It seems that you are well taken care of, California Palace, I said that His Highness Okita should be kept here forever, right?"

"Send Okita-kun back to Mikazuki Zongjin." Qingguang said extremely forcefully.

Miriyue put on a very surprised expression: "Is this okay, Kaden? Just hand over your Okita-kun like this? Maybe he will gently apply nail polish for another California Qingguang tomorrow~"

"It doesn't matter, even if Okita-kun does this, it doesn't matter, as long as Okita-kun is still alive somewhere in this world, that's enough."

The gentle Okita-kun should not belong to this place where the sun cannot be seen.He should stay in the vibrant Honmaru, enjoy the cherry blossoms in spring, the lotus in summer, the maple in autumn, and the snow in winter, and then have a group of Fusangshen who belong to him completely, and spend every day happily .

Looking at Qingguang with a gentle expression, Sanriyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and covered half of her face with her wide sleeves: "California Palace, your expression is really too annoying. It is a good thing to have hope, but It would be too bad if hope turned into despair. Because... I have no intention of letting His Highness Okita go back alive!"

Even through the sleeves, Qingguang could feel the strong malice emanating from Sankayue, and even that perfect face seemed to instantly turn into the appearance of a ghost.

Okita used his hand to stop Qingguang who was about to rush up and fight Sankaiyue desperately: "I found a very strange thing, even if I was affected by the ominous atmosphere in this pill and dreamed about the fact of my own death, why did I wake up? When you come here, the physical condition and the dream are synchronized?" If Qingguang wakes him up later, maybe he will really die.

"Oh? You finally discovered, Your Highness Okita, the so-called truth that... I am not a human being." Mikayue looked at Okita with great interest, as if she wanted to appreciate Okita's distorted expression after knowing the truth.

The so-called fusangshen is the product of strong expectations or resentment of human beings after a certain artifact has experienced a long period of time and been infected with various human emotions.

Now that we know the method of production, if we use technology to simulate the magnetic field of emotion, can it be mass-produced?

This seemingly fantasy idea was finally put forward by a person named Tian Daocang and designed the model parameters, and the government of time turned it into reality.

Fusangshen can be mass-produced, so... what about humans?

If the image of a certain person in history is used as a carrier, and the desire for someone's resurrection is used as a driving force, is it possible to restore that person?

The Government of Time finally succeeded. The first person to be restored was Tian Daocang, and the second was Okita Souji.

Fu Sangshen has a body, once the body is injured, Fu Sangshen will also be injured; if the body is broken, Fu Sangshen will die.

And Tian Daocang and Okita Shoji, who exist similarly to Fu Sangshen, do they also have a similar "body"?

Although they are put into artificial shells with spiritual power and "live" as god-inspectors, their bodies are the so-called souls—the restored historical images.

If the soul thinks you are alive, you will live; if the soul thinks you are dead, you will die.

So, when Okita just regained consciousness, he thought he was sick, so he was really seriously ill.

Sounds pretty good, right?However, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart.

"So, what does His Highness Okita think about the fact that he is nothing more than a fake, a despicable copy?" Mikazuki Munechi stared closely at Okita's face, as if wanting to enjoy a big show.

"To be honest, I don't really understand." The expression on Okita's face was a bit distressed, but there was also a sense of relief, "However, according to you, as long as I want to live, I can always live go down, right?"

Sanriyue was a little surprised by Okita's question, as if Okita's question was not focused on the point: "Theoretically, this is the case, but as long as you doubt your own existence, you will disappear. Does His Highness Okita have no idea that you are a replica?" How do you feel?"

Okita didn't answer Mikazuki's question, but shifted his gaze to Qingguang: "Does Qingguang think I'm a fake Okita Souji?"

Okita's sudden question startled Qingguang, his face showed a little tangled expression: "I don't know, but isn't Okita-kun just Okita-kun?"

"This is the answer." Okita smiled, that smile was as bright as sunshine after snow.

"It's really great. In fact, I've always been worried that the lifespan of human beings can't be longer than a hundred years. If I die, what will happen to Fusangshin of Honmaru? Now I don't have to worry about this problem anymore, because ah, as long as Those fusangshen still need me, so I can accompany them all the way. Thank you for telling me this, Sanriyue."

Mikazuki Zongjin looked at Okita's smiling face, and slowly clenched the hands in his sleeves.

Why is it different, why exactly?

It is obviously the same way of existence, why did the master choose to die after learning about it, but Okita chose to live?

Sanriyue seemed to see that man again.

Wearing a black windbreaker and a black top hat, Tian Daocang bent down and placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of a tombstone.

"Tian Daocang, one person is enough. Dust to ashes, dust to dust, the dead, let him sleep peacefully. In my life, I have cried, laughed, loved, lost, and right. It's enough to make mistakes. I'm tired of living, so goodbye, Sankayue."

Just like that, Tiandao's long black hair fluttered openly, he turned his face sideways, and finally left San Riyue with an unruly smile, and disappeared in Honmaru just like that.

Tian Daocang is such a self-centered person, he will always live only for himself; but Okita is the opposite, he is a person who exists because of others, he used to live for Kondo Isamu, and now he lives for the funeral God lives.

So, really jealous!I'm so envious...

However, if God chooses to stay for him that day, that person may really become a fake.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is finally about to write the story of Sanriyue, and the amount of information in this chapter is really a bit big.

That man-made shell is equal to a one-for-one exchange, that is, to extract a person's spiritual power and transfer it into the shell, and it may not be successful.Therefore, it is not feasible to mass-produce God-inspectors.

In addition, the existence of this pill is actually used to form a special magnetic field. This pill has the function of transforming the spiritual power of the examiner into a magnetic field (wish power?) to awaken Fusangshen

[In short, it is privately set up like Mount Everest.There shouldn't be too many ugs. . 】

Finally, let's have a timeline:

Twenty years before the establishment of the Government of Time, the genius scientist Tian Daocang died.

In the same year when the Government of Time was established, Tian Daocang was revived because he wanted to build Honmaru with the help of Tian Daocang's mind

The age of Okita is probably around the year when the Toki no Government was established, so the polarization is still under study~