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Shiraishi remembered the regular return visits to Honmaru after watching the trial of the dereliction of duty doctor. Dr. Okamoto, who harmed patients by taking advantage of his position, was sentenced to be repatriated and imprisoned in the present world for five years. related industry.

Then, he took on the task of returning to confine Honmaru.

Although each Honmaru is an independent scene set up in the void anchor point, with a stereotyped initial template, in order to increase the sense of reality, even outside the main gate of the Honmaru, it is a scene like a real mountain forest.The green and lush trees, the looming gurgling water, and the winding stone paths hidden among the flowers and plants, the air here is much fresher than other places.

The only problem is, there are no birds chirping.

No matter how realistic the imitation of mountains and forests is, they are not real mountains and forests. It is okay to say that mountains and rivers and trees can be built with a little effort, but animals are too much trouble. Compared with simulating a useless bird, current political Constructors are more willing to build two more mountains.

Anyway, it's almost a copy and paste thing.

Shiraishi walked up slowly on the moss-covered stone steps. He didn't wear the uniform of Shizheng today, and he didn't even bring the standard weapons issued. He wore a simple coat, shirt and jeans, and his untrimmed hair was messy on top. On the head, there is a decadent uncle's air.

He finally stood in front of the vermilion door. The paint on the door was uneven, some places had peeled off, and the red powder would rustle off when he rubbed it with his hands, while some places were smooth and oily. The overly thick varnish can even vaguely reflect his figure.

Shiraishi looked at the piece of varnish in a daze.

Many years ago, he was also like this, wearing a windbreaker and a white shirt, standing in front of a vermilion gate, full of longing for the future, and curiosity about the famous senior.That woman had everything he wished for, her subordinates loved her sincerely, and she was able to use her talents to make her live a good life.

It's a pity... In the end, she couldn't even keep her only son.

Shiraishi stretched out his hand, and the detector worn on his wrist automatically activated, detected the closed signal, and began to analyze the information and read the content.

"D-Honmaru No. A[-], currently in confinement, the confinement period is six months, the government arbitration committee of the verification department, the emergency response team of the enforcement department...the code name of the interrogator is Jinguji...do you want to enter?"

"Yes. Authority review." Baishi held the cigarette case in his pocket, his voice a little hoarse.

"Drip - permission review passed."

A thin layer of bright golden light suddenly appeared on the vermilion door, that layer of golden light covered the door like flowing water, climbed and extended on the wall, and finally formed a complex pattern at the intersection of the door leaves.

After the authentication of the mechanical sound, the pattern paused for two seconds, then split apart soundlessly, and together with the layer of golden light, it turned into dots of broken light.

Baishi glanced at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the knocker a few times.

Holding a broom in one hand, the eldest brother of Zuo Wenwen's family stood under the luxuriant plum tree in the atrium, looking at something with his head up.

Fu Sangshen, who devoted himself to the study of Buddhism, has an ice-cold temperament and face. His appearance is dull and desolate to the point of depression. His long hair hangs down to his calves. The body is wrapped in Buddhist beads wrapped around his hands and a thick cassock. The dark blue cloth hangs down on the wrist, reflecting the blue light on the pale skin.

Jiang Xue suddenly felt something tugging at the corner of her clothes. Taidao, who was calm and a little slow, lowered her head slightly, and her cold light blue hair slid down to the side of her face, covering her narrow eyes. a little bit.

Pulling the hem of his clothes was a child in blue, his hair was tied up with a red rope, the hair was a bit rough, and it was blown into a small ball.The child has a pair of vicious hanging eyes and a reticent and introverted appearance. Under the sleeves tied up with clasps, two thin white arms are exposed, and his reflection is completely reflected in the blue pupils. .

"Brother Jiang Xue..."

The child murmured, in a low voice that seemed to be shyly apologetic.

"Xiao Ye?" Jiang Xue knelt down, and he was always gentle with the youngest brother who had experienced suffering.

Xiaoye Zuowenwen stood obediently, letting his elder brother pat his head.

He sniffed his nose quietly, and smelled the faint and cold fragrance occasionally exuding from his brother's sleeves. This fragrance was very similar to the sandalwood enshrined in front of the Buddha. It was gloomy and cold, just like his brother himself, overlooking the this world.

Dian Dao opened his emotionless eyes, held a dry persimmon in both hands, and handed the persimmon to his elder brother cherishingly. When Jiang Xue took it, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed the most important thing, and then Only then said in a low voice, "There is someone at the door."

Jiang Xue took the persimmon held by her younger brother lovingly, and froze for a moment. The persimmon was not completely red, and the bottom was light blue, and it was warmed by the body temperature of the short knife, but where did the original pill come from? persimmon……

"Persimmon... where did it come from?" Jiang Xue was a little puzzled.

Xiaoye looked at the persimmon with bright eyes: "Brother Zongsan gave it... There is also a persimmon tree. My brother said that it will grow persimmons next year."

The little dagger's voice was low and hoarse, with no fluctuations at all, but Jiang Xue could still hear the pure joy that couldn't be concealed from his brother's emotionless words.

Jiang Xue knew that Zong San was assigned to the expedition today, so he dug a persimmon tree from the expedition site... He thought about it, if it was him, he would probably do the same.

So he gently touched his younger brother's head again, and pressed his palm gently on Xiao Ye's hair, so gentle that even the little dagger didn't react for a while.

Then Jiang Xue gave the persimmon to Xiao Ye again: "I'll go to the door to check, Xiao Ye will tell them the news."

The little short knife holding the persimmon nodded obediently, watching his elder brother pick up his own body knife from the shade of the tree, and walked towards the gate of Honmaru with the knife in one hand and the broom in the other.

When Jiang Xue walked to the gate, he found that there were several people standing there. California Qingguang frowned and looked very unhappy with his arms folded. Yamato Shou Anding leaned against his ear and murmured. Talking about something, the rest of the singer Kanesada saw him coming, and nodded to him very gently: "Jiang Xuedian."

Jiang Xue is not very good at communicating with people. Zuo Wenwen's family seems to have this kind of personality, and they feel more or less difficult about blending into the crowd. Whether it is Zongsan or him, they all have a kind of personality. With a gloomy and cold temperament, other Fu Sangshen will not be particularly enthusiastic about it.

So in fact, when she saw three people at the door, Jiang Xue subconsciously wanted to leave quietly.

But since he was seen, he couldn't just turn around and leave like this.

Jiang Xue kept a constant and soothing pace, walked to them, bowed her head to signal one by one, and then set her eyes on Ge Xian.

Speaking of which, Ge Xian and Xiao Ye once worked together, compared to the other two brothers of Zuo Wenwen's family, Xiao Ye spent a little longer with this Fusangshen, and if you analyze it carefully in terms of age... ...Gexian was still the one who "grew up" with Xiao Ye.

Because of Xiaoye, this gentle Dao Fusangshen naturally has a certain affection for the brothers of Zuo Wenwen's family. When he saw Jiang Xue coming over, he explained without him opening his mouth.

"It's the current political lord who sent the lord back last time." Song Xian chose his words carefully, "It is said that it is a regular return visit..."

Jiang Xue blinked slowly.

Doesn't sound like a problem?

Song Xian then showed a dumbfounding expression, glanced at California Qingguang next to him, and whispered: "But last time we had a little unpleasant relationship with him, and the Lord was treated like that again... Anyway, when California Palace saw him Not too happy, closed the door."

Oh……

Jiang Xue twirled the beads and understood what was going on.

Over there, California Qingguang was nagged by Yamato Shou'an for a while, and the anger between his brows froze there. Finally, he gritted his teeth angrily, threw the scarf back, and rushed to the door again with an angry momentum. Pulled open the door.

Shiraishi was covered in a California door, but he was not angry. He stretched his long legs and leaned against the door, humming an out-of-key song to himself, waiting for the door to open again.

As long as there is a sober person in this pill, they should know that it is not a good thing to offend the superior supervisory officials. In any era and any place, this is a common iron law.

As he expected, in less than 5 minutes, the door opened again, behind the door was still California Qingguang, the red and black clothes set off the appearance of Fusangshen too gorgeously, and Shiraishi's eyes only nodded in front of the rich red. After a while, he left quickly.

He doesn't like red, nor does he like black, neither of which has been in his wardrobe for over a decade.

But this is not a big problem worth showing.

Baishi took his hand out of his pocket with a smile, and waved to the Fusangshen behind the door: "Hey! Good morning! I'm here to visit Mr. Jinguji."

Song Xian pushed aside the angry California and showed a very polite smile: "Good morning, my lord, come in and have a cup of tea."

Bai Shi then followed behind Ge Xian, walking slowly all the way towards the tea room where guests were treated, commenting on the scenery from time to time, as if he was the master of this pill.

The second floor of the castle tower is facing the atrium of Honmaru. Higakiri sat kneeling by the window and saw the person who came in at a glance. Imai was lying next to Jingujiquan's sleeping body with his face in his hands. Kicking around in the air, he noticed that Zhenyuan's knife by the window seemed to be in a trance, so he straightened his body and poked his head over.

"Ah! It's him!" Xiao Diandao had a good memory and immediately remembered who it was.

Mustache turned his face sideways: "Hmm... I haven't seen it before."

Jin Jian changed his posture, put his hands on the ground like a puppy, and tilted his head playfully: "Yes, of course you haven't seen him before, he is the one who sent the master back last time!"

There was a very faint cold light in Mustache's eyes, but his tone was still gentle and soft, as sweet as a ball of soft cotton candy: "Is that him?"

Jinjian nodded vigorously, expressing that he would be right in identifying someone.Genji's elder brother turned his face to the side, watching Song Xian lead the man into the tea room, and then went to the kitchen, leaving the man alone in the tea room, so he smiled softly: "Oh...that's, Should have gone to see…”