save the judge

Although the spiritual power of the departing God-inspector was not very strong, she tried all the methods that could help the Fusangshen to increase their strength. Before she left, all the swords that could be polarized in Honmaru had been polarized, and they were still alive. Three sets of paper and pens were left in the warehouse and handed over to the successor, hoping to help the younger generation relieve a little pressure.

In this girl's heart, she still felt guilty for not bringing back more powerful swords to Honmaru, so even though the current affairs promulgated the currency exchange regulations, allowing the god judges to exchange small judgments for high-value real currency when they leave their jobs, she still felt guilty. Nothing was taken away.

Knowing that the short knives from her poor family secretly stuffed a lot of knives in her luggage, Saya, who saw this scene, was still thinking about whether to put her own knives in it too, if it wasn't for Maeda's bright eyes, it would be impossible. Those who are good at judgment will only be searched out when they pass through the security check.

The former god judges were very kind to the swordsmen, and would take them out to play in their spare time, but it was their first time to visit the Shizheng headquarters.

Shizheng's headquarters is the only entrance to the present world. It will only appear here when the god judge enters and leaves the job. Other affairs are conveyed to Honmaru with the help of Foxnosuke. Even the god judge himself has never been here. A few times, not to mention Fusangshen.

The real bodies of those swords and swords in history are also stored here, which are heavily guarded and stored in an unknown depth under the political building.

Yaken followed behind Foxnosuke into this very modern building, and his gaze swept across the light screens that quickly switched on both sides. What was broadcast here seemed to be the news of the present world. There were many tall buildings floating in the air. The street lights in the street were on and off, and the levitating car whizzed by as the background, which made Yaoyan, who was used to the slow ancient life, feel a little uncomfortable, so he quickly averted his sight.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada stared at one of the screens for a long time with interest, his dark golden pupils reflected a brilliant splendor, and Ishikirimaru waited aside with a good temper, with a gentle smile on his face.

There are staff passing by all around, casting surprised glances at this place.

"Then... is Fu Sangshen?"

"It really seems to be... Oh my God! I was lucky enough to meet the living Fusangshen-sama, the kind that can move! Oh my God... Is today a lucky day..."

"Ahh, that's so handsome! Look at Mami-chan! The one with the blindfold!"

"Hey... is that called Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada... But the black-haired boy next to him is also very good-looking! Can I pay my respects, I have a blind date this afternoon..."

The female staff gathered together and whispered together, looking at this place from time to time with what they thought was a hidden look, but for Fu Sangshen, who was born on the battlefield, such a look was comparable to poking his shoulder with his fingertips and shouting "Guess what I am?" Who" level.

It's no wonder they, although they work in the political headquarters, but they are ordinary people without spiritual power, they have only heard nouns and never seen real people for Fusangshen and God judges, and now they suddenly see When a living god appears, of course you have to take a few more glances.

Seeing a few girls take out apples and other "tributes" from nowhere and start bowing to them, Yaken's head was covered with cold sweat, and hurriedly pulled Ishikirimaru to follow Foxosuke's footsteps: "Although you are at the end of Tianjin God, But we don’t have this function either?!”

Shiqie Wan still smiled unhurriedly: "Ah... Maybe I can try it if it's about removing swelling?"

Foxosuke squatted in front of the elevator and waved his paws at them, his voice was sharp and crisp: "Your Highness, this way please~"

The elevator went up slowly, and stopped after 3 minutes. The female voice on the broadcast was gentle and sweet: "Floor 68, special pathological care center. Please be careful where you step, welcome to take the next time..."

Compared with the hustle and bustle below, this floor can be said to be deserted. At a glance, there are only a few white coats in the hundreds of square meters of the hall. The walls are white and the lower half is painted sky blue. Rows of metal chairs were lined up neatly, exuding the unique coldness of a hospital.

"Ah...let me see...the third nursing department, the ward is...A[-]..." A few strings of bright green data quickly slid across Honosuke's dark eyes, and his furry paws pressed the ground.

The walls on both sides immediately lighted up with light green indicator arrows in a humane manner, pointing to a half-closed door not far away, and the light green characters "A[-]" immediately lit up on the door.

"Oh oh, here it is!"

Foxnosuke shook his ears happily, took the lead and trotted towards the direction indicated by the arrow, and quickly disappeared behind the door.

Candlestick cut was suddenly a little nervous, he touched his blindfold, and adjusted the position of the knife on his body, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

... Anyway, the judge can't see it.

Some impetuous mood sank all of a sudden, and turned into an indescribably faint melancholy.

Yaken was the calmest among them, he almost didn't pause at all, and followed Fox's footsteps into the door.

"Are you nervous?" The Odachi, who was wearing a light blue priest's attire, stopped beside Candlestick Kiri, and thoughtfully did not let his eyes fall on him.

Candlestick gave a wry smile: "Ah... If you have to say it... Actually, you can't be considered nervous, right? After all, in the case of the God Judge, maybe we don't even know who we are, and they don't care about us..."

For swords, they exist for the lord. Similarly, it is their honor to accept the order of the lord and fight for the lord.

But a lord who won't respond to their expectations... what's the difference between that and a wooden puppet?

Where is the meaning of their existence?

Candlestick pressed all these unspeakable thoughts into the bottom of his heart, and put on his usual smile: "Anyway, let's go and see—"

"Bah!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the room where the door was not closed, and accompanied by Fox's scream, it suddenly resounded through the entire silent corridor.

"His Royal Highness! Please calm down! Please don't ... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Come!"

Before Honosuke called for someone, a figure smashed open the wooden door and flew out, accompanied by sawdust blasted everywhere, hit the opposite wall, slipped and fell to the ground.

Inside the door that was smashed open, the young man with a dagger was fierce and murderous, his clear amethyst-like pupils were full of rage, and he slowly approached the unconscious man on the ground. He wanted to stab the man with a knife.

Candlestick Kiri and Ishikiri Maru both looked dumbfounded. These short knives of Toshiro's family are all very sensible, especially Yaken Toshiro, who has not yet come to Honmaru in the first phase, and is completely responsible for the parents. His duties, mature and sensible form a huge contrast with his appearance.

How is this going?I've never seen him so angry.

Foxnosuke jumped out of the room, seeing Yaken was about to walk over with a knife, Mao was so frightened that he exploded: "Stop, Your Highness Yaken!"

It's a pity that no matter how loud it shouted, Yaoken didn't hear it at all, so Foxnosuke had no choice but to turn around and call for help.

"His Highness Candlestick Kiri! His Highness Ishikirimaru! Please stop Your Highness Yaken! That is Master Izumi's attending doctor!"

I don't know which word hit Yaoyan, Dian Dao frowned, with a serious expression: "The attending doctor? Is he saving people or killing people?!"

When he and Foxnosuke went in, the door wasn't closed, and he didn't think too much about it, thinking that the doctor or nurse had forgotten, but when he opened the door, he saw a scene that shocked him.

The ward is a single room with a small area. There is a pot of ornamental plants at the entrance. The dark blue curtain hangs down, blocking half of the hospital bed. You can vaguely see a figure shaking behind the curtain.The people inside seemed to have sensed that someone was coming in, and they were packing things in a panic. They knocked over a bottle in a hurry, and the glass hit the ground, and the fragments scattered in all directions, and the bright red blood in the bottle messed up the snow-white ground.

Yaoyan's heart sank heavily.

The man behind the curtain is about 30 years old, wearing a white coat, wearing thick wine bottle bottom glasses, thinning hair, already showing signs of premature aging.Seeing someone coming in, his face was covered with sweat, but his face turned suspiciously pale, and his eyes looked around nervously.

"Who are you? Why did you come in suddenly... This is a special ward, and visitors are not allowed without the doctor's permission. What about the nurse outside? She didn't tell you..."

The man was nervous and incoherent, while bending down.Trying to clean up the mess on the ground, I was careless and scratched my hand by broken glass. I picked up this and dropped that. After cleaning up for a long time, the ground was still a mess.

Under the quilt on the bed, a hand connected to a hose was brought out by his careless movements. The back of the pale hand was bruised and purple from too many injections. A few small round blood beads.

The detection value of the short knife is not just for looking at. Yao Yan found at a glance that there was a retention needle set up for multiple injections in that hand, but this man wanted to inject another needle himself, and these blood collection equipment It's too simple, and the amount of blood drawn is too big...

Honosuke was lying on the ground, a little confused about the situation, and said sharply, "Doctor Okamoto? What are you doing?"

The man called Dr. Okamoto tried to calm down, his lips were still a little blue: "Ah... are you... come to visit Jinguji? Why didn't you notify me in advance?"

Foxosuke flicked his big tail, and was about to speak, but Yaoken took a step ahead: "Why don't you tell the doctor first, what are you doing to my lord?"

Okamoto tidied it up for a long time but didn't clean it up, so he simply put down the pile of things and stuffed his hands into his pockets: "Your lord? Ha... Don't be kidding, I know you are Fusangshen, and the things here have nothing to do with you, If you get out quickly, I can consider not reporting your crime of privately releasing Honmaru to the superior..."

He spoke more and more fluently, and the panic just disappeared. He realized that there was really no one following Fu Sangshen, so his attitude returned to his usual impatience, and he bent down again to check the blood-drawing hand and found the needle. After being pulled out, he muttered a bit regretfully: "Ah...it's so troublesome, I have to tie it again——"