After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

Late at night, Tokyo Bay.

In a warehouse located on the pier, people wearing similar black suits divided into two teams and stood facing each other. If you observe carefully, you can find that everyone is tense and staring at the opposite side with full vigilance. Once someone makes a change, the next second There will be a big battle.

In the vacant place among the crowd, there were two people who had a great atmosphere and had a good conversation.

The black-haired boy was wearing a long coat, half of one eye was wrapped with a bandage, and the other was a beautiful iris color. He looked young, sixteen or seventeen years old, but judging from the reactions of the people behind him, his status very high.

The man standing opposite him was wearing a Japanese-style kimono that didn't match the surrounding environment, feathers were draped over his shoulders, and his snow-white waist-length hair was tied loosely in front of him with a hair rope.

She has a magnificent face, and a light-colored mole on her half-drowned eyelids is like a fine flower decoration.

"... Dazai-kun, the handover of things is over, happy cooperation."

Wu Tiaoqing stretched out his hand and smiled slightly at the person opposite, "I hope to have the opportunity to continue to cooperate with port mafia in the future."

The demonic mole on his eyes seemed to be a little red, and the young man called Dazai raised his eyelids, a little disappointed: "Gojo-kun, you don't seem to want to continue to cooperate like this, as the Minister of Intelligence of Vongola, you should Do you know that abilities are useless to me?"

The person opposite him blinked, his face was full of innocence, and he looked at him with crooked eyebrows, "Of course, how come you haven't heard of Dazai-kun's name, but things like supernatural powers are not something everyone can control .”

The tone is long, and the voice is gentle and gentle, as if whispering in the ear, the ears of the listener are soft.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, glanced at the pale and weak-looking man again, rubbed his hair and turned around with a bored face. "Why are you still standing there, let's go."

"No matter how you look at it, I still can't remember it, and I don't know what use you are for." Dazai walked away muttering, while turning on his phone to look at the picture he secretly took just now, as expected, he saw a blurry scene, and couldn't help but There was a 'tsk' sound.

old fox.

After parting with his subordinates, Wujoqing returned to his house, sighing while rubbing his forehead.

Successfully established contact with □□, and successfully completed the task given by Li Baoen. The present world has come to an end, and it is time to return to Honmaru.

He took out a disc from the drawer in the room, and moved the pointer on it a few times. The golden light flashed, and the surrounding environment changed from a modern and simple environment to an antique traditional Japanese garden.

A golden fox was lying on the wooden porch of the courtyard, flicking its tail, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the golden light flashing by the compass in the courtyard, and a familiar figure appearing there, Foxnosuke quickly got up and ran over. "Little Lord!"

Wujoqing bent over to pick up the fox, rubbed the fox's fur, and walked into the homicide while walking. "How's the situation?"

"Yesterday, another sword returned to the main body, this time it is the first phase of your Excellency."

Wutiao Qing's footsteps paused for a moment, "I see, I'll go see my aunt first."

"Yes!"

Foxnosuke jumped out of his arms and ran ahead to lead the way.

Passing through the wooden corridor, the courtyard, which was originally full of greenery all year round, is now full of disappointment, and the flowers and trees seem to have lost their nutrients, the branches and leaves are yellowing, and the petals are withered.

Even the eye-catching huge cherry blossom tree on the back mountain is bare, its branches and leaves have all withered, and it looks like it will wither soon.

Walking all the way to the door of the inquisitor's room above the attic, Wu Tiaoqing suppressed the depression in his heart, exhaled heavily, took several deep breaths, and put on a gentle smile, "Auntie, I'm coming in."

"come in."

An extremely soft voice came from inside, and Wu Tiaoqing gently opened the Zhangzi door, walked in and closed the door.

Pass through the screen and come to the back of the room. A woman in a plain twelve-single shirt is sitting there with her back facing the screen. white light.

"Auntie, I'm ready to go, I'll come over and talk to you."

In 2307 of the Western calendar, the government of the time and the retrograde army launched a decisive battle, and the current government narrowly won.

This victory was not easy, Shi □□ had paid a considerable price, and now he was too busy to take care of himself, and could no longer provide the spiritual power for his subordinate Honmaru to maintain the space operation.

The Honmaru is built at the junction of time and space gaps, so it is convenient to go to the time node to protect history. Once the outer barrier loses its spiritual power supply and cannot function, the entire Honmaru will be crushed by the flow of time and air.

In order not to end up in that fate, the god judges had to consume their own spiritual power. Before they found a way, they kept consuming themselves. In order to lighten the burden on the god judges, the Token Fusangshen of the Honmaru contract chose to return to the original body. , fell into a deep sleep.

Logically speaking, all of this has nothing to do with Wu Tiaoqing, he is neither a god judge nor Fu Sangshen, just an ordinary human being.

However, he grew up in this Honmaru.

17 years ago, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was on his way back, picked him up to Honmaru, who was blind and dying, in a deep snowy deep mountain forest. Under Yan's conditioning, he looked no different from ordinary people.

Even with the help of my aunt, I was able to see the light again.

Now that there is a crisis in Honmaru, Gojo Kiyoshi, as a member, can't ignore it. He quickly handed over the matter in hand, sorted out the historical information, and finally thought of a solution.

He intends to go to Heian-kyo, where Shinto prevailed more than 1000 years ago, where humans and ghosts coexist, to find something with powerful spiritual power to supplement the missing spiritual energy of Honmaru.

"clear."

The judge sighed, and there was a little worry in his soft voice. "There are many demons and ghosts in Ping An Jing, I am worried about your body."

"It's nothing serious, don't worry." Wu Tiaoqing looked at her back and smiled softly. "I am the child you raised, please rest assured that I will not let myself get into trouble."

"In this case..." Seeing that he has made up his mind, the judge who knows his character no longer persuades him, but just suggests: "For Heianjing, there may be someone who can help you."

"Great Onmyoji, Abe Seimei."