[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

After the words fell, Hirako, who was lying on the ground in a daze, shaking his head in a dazed way, turned dizzy and turned. He stared at the black-haired and blue-eyed man at an unprecedented rate of synchronization with Hideaki Fukawa. A three-point voice sounded at the right time: "What's the reason?"

"Are you sure you want to listen now?" The slender fingertips scratched the metal shell of the messenger machine and made a clear rustling sound. The fragmented ice blue pupils of Nakagawa Ichiro who were divided by messy bangs flashed, and the smile on his lips suddenly radiated evil overflow.

"...I am now at Hushen Street, District 37, Beiliuhun Street. You only need to ask someone named Akimoto to find me." Hideaki Fukawa groaned for a moment and reported his whereabouts readily.

Nakagawa Ichiro raised his eyebrows at Hirako Mako, with a sly smile: "Okay, I will go there as soon as possible, and I will arrive in about two to three days, and I will bring gifts to visit you then. I wish you a good time, Master Yingming .”

The magic messenger in the palm of his hand made a slight clicking sound, and Ichiro Nakagawa, who closed the unfolded cover, squinted at the slender fingers that were tightly clutching his wrist almost the moment he hung up the phone, and his beautifully shaped thin lips stretched out a touch of warmth With a refined smile: "You heard the conversation just now, Xiao Zhenzi."

"What happened to my body...?" The slender fingers were inserted into the gaps of the wrist joints, the bony joints were unnaturally pale due to excessive force, and the undetectable tremors transmitted through the connected skin made the victim The restrained Ichiro Nakagawa's impeccable smile showed indescribable disappointment: "Little Makoto, if you are seen by Ying Ming, you will be punished. It seems that you can't wait to be threatened by me if you reveal your purpose so easily."

The fingers and palms on the wrist that were almost embedded in the bones left, leaving behind a row of clear fingerprints that quickly became red and swollen.

"You know what I want to know, and you know what I don't want to know, Nakagawa." Hirako straightened up and casually sorted out the folds on the captain's haori skirt.

Nakagawa Ichiro, who was propping up Healing Guidao to eliminate the marks on his wrist, also replied casually: "But I can't satisfy your curiosity. And I can't betray Young Master Yingming, at least not now."

"What you did just now is betraying Hideaki Fukawa, right?" Hirako reflexively satirized someone's inconsistency.

Ichiro Nakagawa showed a professional smile that has won countless hearts of boys and girls in his career. It is extremely shameless and natural: "Betrayal must be known before it can be called a betrayal. What's more, I was just careless and forgot to observe the surroundings when I was communicating. There is only a second pair of eyes."

Pingzi could only express his praise for someone's brazenness: "...this kind of low-level mistake is thanks to you speaking with confidence."

"Okay, don't stay on the ground, I'm going to break the barrier." Nakagawa Ichiro stood up and raised his slender and powerful right hand and snapped his fingers crisply. After shaking his body, the white man behind him rolled towards the dust with big strides. Walking across the ghost path training ground, only a handsome back waving goodbye left behind, "I will take care of today's class test. As a tutor, I will save the poor students from escaping and become the target of some unreliable golden retriever captain's wrath. But it's an unshirkable responsibility."

"Nakagawa Ichiro!"

"He contacted Hideaki Fukawa in front of you?" The man with a handsome face unconsciously stroked the ends of his black hair, frowning to express his opinion, "Could it be a trap?"

"I don't know." Hirako scratched his blond hair and shrugged his shoulders, "It probably depends on how much Reiatsu Fukawa Hideaki has left."

"Although Hideaki Fukawa was injured in the battle and had to leave the team to enter the central room 46, but with Fuchuan Hideaki's consistent style, this may have been premeditated. The central room 46 is not allowed to enter unless ordered, and the clean tower forest dwells It is also a sealed coffin that non-members of Room 46 of the Central Committee are not allowed to step into....Obviously, if Hideaki Fukawa wants to take extraordinary measures to restore his strength, there is nothing more convenient than becoming a noble sage who is above ten thousand people. "

"So you're inclined to climb out of the cave to meet people after Fuchuan Hideaki's strength has recovered?" Hirako lowered the palm behind his head and changed it to prop up his sharp jaw. The angle at which the head tilted in the palm was particularly boring, " I think there is something wrong with Hideaki Sukawa's body."

"You might as well say that there is something wrong with his spirit." The clear and gloomy man snorted a chuckle of unknown meaning from his nose.

The blond-haired captain took off his overly large captain's haori, and threw it on the hanger behind him smartly: "It's the secret of Jinglingting that Hideaki Fukawa is crazy. Go make me a cup of tea, use the clothes I got from Ukiba Tea brought from the captain."

"You're drinking tea from Senior Ukitake again." The appointed No. [-] Squad Third Unknown Prophet, who was about to boil water for tea, stopped to let a blue kimono almost fly past his nose. Raising one side of his eyebrows high, he said to the blond captain who almost fell into the huge closet, "And it has evolved from the low-level stage of purely drinking tea to the advanced stage of drinking and taking."

"Does the next sentence make me lose the face of the Fifth Division?" The huge full-length mirror hidden in the depths of the cabinet popped up without warning and slapped heavily on the back of the head of the third seat who was watching irresponsibly. The western cavity floated over from the metal frame, "Zangwu always said this sentence, can you be a little creative?"

The black-haired young man who was staggering forward was photographed by the floor-to-ceiling mirror and poured clear water into the teapot in a good-tempered manner: "If your way of embarrassing yourself can be more creative, I don't mind trying it."

The floor-to-ceiling mirror behind him is still colorful and full of flowers. The impressive and unforgettable Kansai accent of the room owner can be heard amidst the rustling of the cloth, but it is not the original impatience but the unexpected silence: "Okay, Do you think the way of listening to the corner is fresh enough?"

The eternal and stable red ghost path in the white palm is annihilated between the five fingers that are closed together.

"You're crazy!" The dark pupils of Yuuki Zangwu who suddenly looked back reflected the mountains piled up on the cold metal mirror frame, and the hills were still increasing at a constant speed by visual inspection. Squeezed between the teeth, each word was broken into pieces, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if all of this was ordered by Hideaki Fukawa, and all of this was a complete trap?"

Four slender and fair fingers were exposed on the side of the mirror, and the joints were pale due to blood loss due to exertion: "Of course they will never come back, right?"

"You're sober, Hirako Mako." Angered by the frivolous, casual attitude contained in every syllable in the Kansai accent, Yuuki Zangwu patted his forehead annoyed, "Now that you know that the son of a daughter can't sit still, this There is no need for you to go in person... If you are worried about the candidate, I can..."

"You know, Hiroshi." The voice, which was more rapid than the lazy and casual soothing speed of the past, cut off Yuuki Hiroshi's words powerfully, stayed briefly in the surprised pause of the other party, and then resumed the memory in his memory Leisurely, "You always knew."

Yuuki Zangwu paused slightly when he patted his palm on the forehead, and the moment he put it down, he saw a pair of light gray eyes protruding from the edge of the frame.The cool and light ignorant color combined with the sharp and intimidating gaze rarely seen by the owner of the pupils instantly reminds one of the cat family that hides behind the dense branches and lazily waits for the stupid prey to walk into the hunting range without knowing it. animal.So there was a moment of hesitation in the justification that rolled down the lips: "What should I know? Mako."

"Your expression just now says it all." Hirako closed the cabinet door in front of him, and the slender figure wrapped in a dark brown kimono of ordinary material and shabby style was completely reflected in the center of Yuki Zabu's black pupils. The glorious image of the captain of the thirteenth division of the court is always the mainstay of the thirteenth division of the court, the absolute core of Mr. Yamamoto, down to him, the 24 filial piety three seats of the fifth division, who live together day and night. Standing freely but in high spirits all reveal the humbleness and cowardice of a down-and-out aristocrat. Grabbing a strand of dazzling blond hair next to his ear, Pingzi's picky gesture of tilting his head and raising his lips once again reveals his unique flamboyance, "Hair color is It’s not too conspicuous, what color do you think is better?”

"Are you testing me?" Yuuki Zangwu's clear voice was slightly raised, and the sharp voice of a knife scraping a porcelain plate trembled at the end, piercing the ears.

"Yeah, it's too obvious to be discovered." The tilted head tilted to a greater angle, and the soft golden color slowly slipped from the loose gap, rippling bright ripples under the evil smile , "What do you think of dark brown? Zangwu."

"Hirako Mako, you!..."

"Yuki Cangwu." Years of conditioned reflex made Yuuki Cangwu conditioned to be quiet when he heard the calm and calm Kansai accent, which was very different from the usual frivolous and oily.This time, Pingzi changed hands to play with the long hair hanging down to his chest. The neither long nor short silence subtly stretched and tightened the invisible and qualitative air into silk strings that expanded to the limit. Stop, "You don't seem to be satisfied with dark brown, how about the most common black?"

Alas, alas... what's going on?Caught off guard by a question that was completely out of the context of the situation, Yuuki Zangwu stiffened his facial muscles and blinked and then blinked in an atypical facial paralysis.

The blond-haired captain narrowed his eyes dangerously, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a row of big white teeth: "Hey, hey, what's that expression on your face? Cangbu. Do you want me to do my hair like Mr. Yamamoto's?"

After a period of buffering and reading, I survived the unreliable remarks of my boss, the overload of the brain voltage caused by the full load of the CPU, and the bad state of sparks splashing and crashing at any time. On the eaves, the hair style SHOCK, which was directly regarded as the moon appreciation, was messy and speechless in the wind. Yuki Zangwu pressed the indigo blood vessels winding and beating under the thin skin again, and said cliché: "I hope you don't go."

"No, no, no..." He raised a finger and shook it easily in front of his chest. The willful and self-willed captain of the [-]th squad refused with his usual stubborn opinion, "The opinion is rejected."