[Death] Empty Cicada

"How did you know, Urahara, Yeyi and I didn't find out at all at the time."

"Don't say it's you, I'm afraid no one else in the Jinglingting Court will notice it." Urahara looked down at the tea leaves floating in the tea.

"Kisuke." Yeyi suddenly became serious.

As the captain of the thirteenth series and the head of the clan, Yeyi still has a sense of oppression from a superior when he is serious.

"I don't care what you're doing in private, so you should refrain from meddling in things that we can't control on the surface." Ye Yi fixed his eyes on Urahara.

"Uh... I understand." Urahara was taken aback, probably because it was rare for Yeyi to be so serious.

"Oh? I seem to have heard something terrible." Jing Qi was drinking tea with a smile on her face.

Ye Yi caressed the black cat in his arms, and unconsciously pressed its body tightly. Suddenly, the black cat arched its body, leaped onto the tea table, and knocked over the teacup in Jing Qi's hand.

The teacup shattered on the ground with a "snap", Jing Qi's clothes were mostly wet, because the temperature was still relatively hot, the skin on his chest was hot red.

"Huh? Shuzi is really dishonest."

The cat named Shuzi glanced at Jing Qi with golden eyes, then jumped out of the door, climbing up a cherry tree with a nimble body and then disappeared.

Ye Yi stood up, frowning in distress.

"Ah, Jingqi, let me change clothes." Urahara looked at Jingqi's drenched clothes.

"Okay, I haven't been to Urahara's team room yet."

"What's so interesting about my team room, I'm afraid Jing Qi will disappoint you." Urahara stepped on the wooden clogs rhythmically.

"Actually, it's not so troublesome to change clothes."

"What? It's impolite for you to see your boss like this."

Urahara opened the door with a "shua", Jing Qi looked at the team room and was speechless.

No one in a man's room is very tidy, but he doesn't throw socks all over the place, and put the leftover bento in the corner...

Jing Qi searched for a place to step down, and finally found a little space, but tripped over a falling soda can.

Urahara smiled embarrassedly, "Look, I said yes."

He pushed aside a group of unknown objects, found the wardrobe, took out a bunch of crumpled clothes, and threw it to Jing Qi.

Jing Qi looked at the clothes in his hands worriedly.

"Don't worry, my clothes are all washed by Aunt Pingsong in Liuhun Street."

"Pingsong...?"

"It's the owner of a shop that specializes in washing clothes for Death, and they charge for it."

"So that's how it is..." Jing Qi felt a few black lines falling on his head.

Because everyone is male, Jing Qi didn't shy away from it, and took off his clothes in the room.

"Tsk tsk, Jing Qi has a good figure." Urahara looked at Jing Qi's body, because the hakama was not wet, only changed his coat, revealing a smooth upper body and well-proportioned abdominal muscles.

The waist is slightly narrower than the shoulders, the ivory-white skin is smooth and clean, and there is a faint knife mark diagonally across the chest.It's just that the god of death didn't have a knife wound on his body.

"Really? Chong Zhou has a better figure." Jing Qi smiled.

After changing clothes, Jing Qi took the wet clothes and returned to the fifth team. Unlike the world, there are all kinds of convenient machines. Jing Qi has almost forgotten that there is such a thing as a washing machine in the world. He put the clothes in the In the tub, fetch water from the well.

But the moment he opened the door, he found something strange.

In the middle of the night, holding a stone tablet in his hand, Urahara was walking quickly on the street of Jinglingting, when he turned a corner, he stopped suddenly.

"Jingqi?" Urahara opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Urahara."

Jing Qi walked out from the shadows, quietly looking at the young man opposite.

"It's so late, what are you doing?" Jing Qi's tone was calm.

"Uh... going out for a walk, it should be nothing." Urahara's light blond hair covered his eyes, showing his straight jaw,

"Are you taking a walk with the pass of the Sifengyuan family?" Jing Qi saw the stone tablet in Pu Yuan's hand, which was the special pass for the "Great Spirit Book Corridor" that only the heads of the four noble families had.

Urahara fell silent and didn't continue to say anything.

"After you gave me the clothes today, maybe you didn't notice that there was an empty spiritual pressure left on the corner of the clothes."

"Only after fighting Xu will there be Xu's blood on his clothes, and then there will be residual Reiatsu, but you will never touch a Xu in your work, so where does the Reiatsu come from?"

"Does Yeyi know your passport?" Jing Qi frowned.

"She knows, how could I lie to Yeyi." Pu Yuan raised his head and looked at Jing Qi with a smile.

"She just gave it to me and didn't ask anything. I was careless." Urahara knew that Ye Yi believed in him completely, so that he could give him something like a special pass without hesitation.

"There hasn't been a ghost in Liuhun Street in the past few days. Could it be that the spiritual pressure on your body came from the virtual circle?"

"Although it's a little presumptuous, can Puyuan tell me what I'm doing?" Jing Qi looked at Puyuan's eyes shining under the moonlight, and suddenly felt a little strange.

This feeling is not pleasant.

"Yeyi values ​​you so much, if something happens to you, I don't know what she will do according to her personality."

"Look at you like this, what dangerous things can I do?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm looking for things about the spiritual pressure that was released during the explosion. The rights of Room 46 are not wide enough to check the access records of the four nobles."

"Just to... confirm some of my conjectures."

"If I didn't make a mistake in my estimation, the Reiatsu that is between the God of Death and the Void should be the product of the research on 'Void'." Urahara didn't continue to hide it, and seemed to think that Jingqi was credible.

"Virtualization?" Jing Qi suddenly remembered the scene when Chun Ren died.

"Do you think... it has something to do with the Tsubaki blade?"

"That's right... Any scientific progress will be accompanied by some painful mistakes." Urahara muttered to himself, speaking in a low voice.

"I don't know much about blurring, but it was involved in a research project."

"So when I noticed those spiritual pressures, I was shocked." Urahara approached, his eyes were still calm and gentle as usual, which made it easy for people to have a good impression.

Jing Qi sighed, "But you should at least tell Xia Yeyi."

The stagnant atmosphere just now was swept away, and Jing Qi looked at Pu Yuan helplessly.

"When I came to look for you, I saw you sneaking out of the house. That would only make people doubt you more."

"Ahaha, sorry."

Although Urahara didn't explain in detail, Jing Qi understood his character very well. He usually looks unreliable, but he is actually very gentle in his heart-this can be seen from the fact that he has endured Ye Yi's punching and kicking for hundreds of years.

At this time, Jing Qi never thought that Pu Yuan would evolve from a promising young man in Jinglingting to a wretched uncle in a small shop.

At the same night, in a corner of the Jingling Court, a fight was quietly unfolding.

A young man watched quietly not far away, with the same gentle smile on his face as usual.

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