[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 119 Tombstone

The slender brows that reached into the temples slowly raised, and the man under the corridor slowly spread a lazy and ambiguous smile on his lips, and his clear and sharp voice seemed to hit the jade plate like ice crystals: "Long time no see, Ping Zijun. This should be Let's meet for the fourth time."

"You don't deny it?" Hirako also raised one eyebrow, and unconsciously caressed the cold and hard handle of the knife with his hands that were originally sleeved in the captain's haori.

"Why do you deny it?" The man turned his head slightly, this slightly childish movement set off the childlike purity and innocence on his unusually handsome and youthful face, making it unmistakable, "You It doesn't make sense to me to think who I am. I don't become who you think I am because of your self-righteousness."

=皮=+ As soon as the voice fell, Pingzi’s forehead instantly climbed up to a crossroads undisguisedly. At this moment, Pingzi wanted to pay 12 points to the sage who said that there are people outside the sky. The highest respect, because Hirako finally found out that the world is so big that there are no wonders. There are no big birds and everything in the woods. This sentence is also a wise saying. It turns out that there are people in this world who can put him in peace with just one sentence. The hair of the year is all blown up, what kind of nonsense is going on with this kind of nonsense!

Under strong pressure, he pulled out Ni Fu and saw the urge to look at the bastard in front of him who was smiling without any sense of tension. Hirako's keen sixth sense, which can be called a beast's intuition, aroused an unknown fire, and at the same time, it was also continuously appealing to his reason. The urgent red alarm is on: "Then I must call you by some name?"

"Are you angry?" The man's answer was another erratic talk about him, "The cultivation of Pingzi's family is getting worse and worse. The courage of the sword, the neck and the straight book are really like the proverb said. Is the same over?"

Hirako, who felt that his thinking circuit was determined not to be on the same channel as the other party, fell into a state of desperation and madness, and could no longer restrain the desire to beat up this inexplicable guy on the other side, and grabbed the other party's loose kimono Pull it out.Then... Thanks to the loose and easy-to-take-off kimono, Hirako did not pull up the man in the corridor as he wished. Instead, he seemed like a hooligan molesting a good woman. He smoothly appreciated a white, dazzling, delicate and smooth snow jade chest. The red plums are dotted, messy and ambiguous, and the slender and slender black streaks like fingers stretch across the waist, which is shocking.

Captain Pingzi, who just committed a crime on his deputy captain last night, of course will not be so forgetful that he forgot the reason for the beautiful and beautiful scene in front of him. While retracting his palm like a fire, he took two steps back unconsciously, looking around and said to him: "I thought you could escape."

"A drunk idiot did a good thing last night." The man straightened his clothes slowly, "In the weathered area, this kind of thing will always happen. I should be lucky, he only wants my body and not my life, Otherwise, I would have no chance to use my ability to escape."

"Your ability? Is it the power in those picture albums?" Pingzi raised his eyebrows again, Kansai accent naturally showed 12 points of suspicion, just staring at the man in front of him, "How do you know that I will finally be able to see those pictures?"

The man didn't play tricks this time, but just pursed his lips and explained softly: "I learned some information about your interpersonal relationship, including the interesting little habit of Ms. The circulation channel of this picture album is very secret, it is simply a natural channel to transmit information. I know you must want to ask me how to ensure that Miss Lisa will let you see my picture album, it is very simple, just attach a small Your innocuous hint is enough. You are her friend, and sharing interests and hobbies is a matter of course. But your actions are beyond my expectations, Ping Zijun."

The man smiled helplessly: "Since you have received my message, why haven't you responded to me for so many years? I almost thought that my actions had failed. But now it seems that I should be as early as now Go to the door. The sensitivity and suspicion of the Pingzi family will always make many things fall short, whether it is good or bad."

"You've been mentioning the Hirako family since just now, don't you think I'm a down-and-out aristocrat like that idiot Fukagawa Hideaki?" Hirako rolled his eyes and spread his hands, how can he explain this kind of ignorance? I don't know how to explain the strange misunderstanding.

"It's not easy to explain." The man looked up at the sky with a faint smile, and returned to the illusory and blurred state again, "You are indeed not a nobleman of Jingling Court. However, you should not forget your origin. What's more, you are not Have you been chasing down what happened back then?"

The secret that has been kept secret is revealed in the most casual tone, as if all the efforts of these years have been secretly watched by a pair of ubiquitous eyes.The moment the secret was discovered, the instinctive fear and killing intent dominated Pingzi's consciousness for a short time, but the cold touch at the moment when the palm of the hand clenched the handle of the knife quickly called back Pingzi's reason, and he took another step back without a trace. The seemingly powerless man was included in the golden attack range of a one-hit kill, and the Kansai accent suddenly sank with more cautious vigilance and vigilance: "Who are you?! Tetsuya Hengzhai!"

"Me? I'm just an unknown tomb guard." As if he couldn't see the murderous aura on the blond man in front of him at all, the man showed a helpless smile of "you can feel at ease now" , "As for Hengzhai Tetsuya... you should still call me Matsushima Zero Degree."

"Gravekeeper?" Pingzi narrowed his eyes dangerously, hiding the strange emotion in his chest, "Who are you guarding the tomb for?"

"This is the purpose of my invitation here. By the way, I will also fulfill a wish for an old friend who has passed away, and I will give you something." A dazzling purple streamer lit up in the depths of the man's Mo Yu's eyes, and at the same time he leaned on The cloister of the house seems to be reflected on the lake, and the reflection disturbed by the moonlit night breeze has layers of ripples, and disappears without a trace after several twisted flashes!There are no wasteful courtyards, no ruined courtyards, not even the feasting and feasting and the licentious singing and dancing jokes with the fragrance of makeup and wine!Desolate and empty, in the same desolate desolation as any suburb of Liuhun Street, overgrown with grass and inaccessible, only the posture of the man sitting on the pillar has not changed, but what he is leaning on behind him is no longer the red-painted and mottled wooden porch pillar, but A tombstone, a stone tombstone submerged in the grass and abandoned for an unknown number of years!

The man who called himself Matsushima Zero Degree gently stroked the upper edge of the tombstone when Hirako was so shocked that even his expression froze. The upper edge of the tombstone showed a strange moist luster due to repeated friction, and said every word in a slightly sad and affectionate tone. Dun carefully placed the final answer in the quiet night, as if he didn't want to disturb the eternal sleep of the dead: "Your father is buried here. His epitaph-I wish you to be with freedom forever, soar in the sky No fetters. It is a blessing to you. The moment he died, he was thinking of you, but he didn't dare to look for it."

Pingzi's dull eyes stared deeply at the tombstone in front of him that didn't even have a signature. The handwriting that was weathered and blurred could vaguely recognize the outline of the past. After a long time, Pingzi whispered: "How did he die?"

"The old injury has recurred. This is another secret. He won't want you to touch this taboo." The man seemed to have been smiling all the time. This time, a kind of sadness slowly oozes from his lips, " Some things must never be indulged, and some secrets should never be kept silent."

No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, how is it possible, how is it possible?Pingzi could hear the weakest and helpless sigh from the bottom of his heart, a sob resembling weeping choked at the corner of his heart, it was not a clear and sharp pain, but a vaguely recognizable continuous pain forced his throat to overflow and almost choked intermittently: "...don't you have something to give me?"

"You actually believed it so easily?"

Pingzi took a deep breath, suppressed the burning heat in the corners of his eyes that was almost painful, and whispered softly: "I... actually knew it a long time ago." I don't remember what happened at that time, but I only remember Tears poured down like rain in a warm embrace. He had known this information for a long time, but for some reason... quietly forgotten it in the passing time.Since when did you get used to the incomplete and chaotic memory?Perhaps it is the time when the intuition, so strong that it cannot be ignored, deeply pricks the sensitive nerve endings in every futile memory.

Zero Degree Matsushima got up slowly, knelt on one knee in front of the stele, slowly dug up the soft soil, and carefully took out a metal box with a width of two palms: "Including the two books in this box, you should have four books in your hand. There should have been more, but most of his relics have been collected by others since the death of the master. As far as I know, there are only these four books left. I hope these remaining clues can help you help."

Pingzi opened the metal box handed over, and as expected, he saw the familiar cowhide notes lying quietly in the box, and stared deeply at the man with drooping eyebrows in front of him: "So it was you. Only the diary is left Three and a half. But you must know far more than all these diaries put together."

"It's indeed me." Zero Degree Matsushima smiled unmoved, "Your guess is correct. But..." The thin red lips evoked a sly smile, "Why should I tell you?"

"Ah, ah, I thought you were on my side." Hirako shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and stuffed the box into the wide cuff of the dead bull's suit.

"Standing on your side?" Matsushima Zero laughed dumbfounded, "Stop making such jokes. I'm just entrusted by others, and it's a matter of loyalty. This kind of troublesome and dangerous thing, with my strength, has long been involved. If you die, there will be no spirit particles left, so it is wise to remain absolutely neutral."

"This is an out-and-out lie, Matsushima Zero Degree." Hirako suddenly opened his light gray eyes, the sharp and cold eyes like a falcon's sharp eyes seemed to cut the gentle and fake smile on the man's face completely, "You I have been entangled with this matter for a long time.”

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The familiar, slow but not protracted applause echoed in the silent wilderness, full of praise and appreciation for Pingzi's precise and sharp judgment.Matsushima Zero applauded in a noble and elegant manner, with a calm and calm smile on his lips: "As expected of Captain Hirako, you have completely seen through it. Unfortunately, your first love has already gone to another family. I don't know if you are interested in thinking about it. As a substitute?"

After a long absence, the chill feeling that his whole body was about to explode caused Hirako to twitch the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and once again he had the idea to slap the metal box in his sleeve back wherever it came from, it would be best to paste the bloody bear The impulse of the face.Shrugged very bachelor: "You guys are still so good at making people unhappy, Sayanara." The last syllable has not yet dissipated under the bright moonlight, the blonde captain's long hair that is as dazzling as the sun has been drowned in the corpse. In the endless darkness of the soul world.

"Should we give up decisively if we can't do anything?" Song Dao Lingdu subconsciously squeezed the thin skirt under his Adam's apple, and subconsciously raised the corners of his lips to outline a sweet and unusual smile, "This kind of character makes him not know how to give up. How good is your lover. Don't you think so, Xiao Fengyue?"

"Sir, yes, of course it is." The moment Fengyue's clear and sweet voice sounded in the air, the desolate scene around trembled again, and finally, like an overwhelmed glass, the criss-crossing spider webs collapsed and shattered into spirit particles. After the scattered flashes of gorgeous and beautiful streamer, behind the fragmented world, the soul-stirring sound of the weathered area where night is day fills every corner of the barren courtyard.

As if he knew Fengyue's answer a long time ago, the corner of the man's raised mouth showed a clear smile, but at the moment it reached the peak, he paused slightly and turned into a touch of melancholy sadness, and reached out to stroke his face again. The cold and hard stone tablet: "I'm sorry that I failed to keep my promise to him. But... Actually, you are looking forward to seeing him again, right? Glory."

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