[comprehensive] red tide

She looked at him quietly for a moment in a trance.

The dark blue pupils overflowed with shallow water vapor, and the seemingly invisible nostalgia and sadness slipped through the eyes. For a moment, her lips moved, but no sound came out. She just quickly sealed up all the emotions, and the eyes were blurred. , to restore indifference.

"There's something in your bag that keeps barking." She threw a small thing into his arms and raised her chin, "Catch it~ It looks like it's about to cry."

He felt that she was about to cry, but with that kind of cognition, Aokiji couldn't really resort to words, as if there was a voice in the back of his mind warning that once he said or did something, the situation would be irreversible .

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After dazed for a long time, he finally suppressed all the irritability in his eyes, picked up the little thing she threw over him, held it in his palm, looked at the trembling phone snail for a long time, and then slowly pressed the call button.

The little thing's face quickly turned into a humanized expression.

"Your Excellency, General Aokiji!" His subordinate was teary-eyed at the far end, and he was sobbing at the sight, "Finally contacted you! Your Excellency, General!"

"You have been out of contact for a while, woo woo woo—"

Aokiji let his closest adjutant cry with a blank expression, "The Marshal called and found that he couldn't find you. His expression was so scary! Where are you, General? You have been missing for almost half a month!"

Stretching his arms to keep the tearful phone snail away from him, Aokiji picked it up with his empty hand, his ears humming from the torment, "Ah la la~ After contact is restored, won't you be able to get back soon?" Are you within range of the phone bug?"

"Are you crying like this because you're afraid that I'll hang up the phone right away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the snail's tears quickly disappeared, and his mournful expression quickly changed into a shadow at a thirty-degree angle, with ghostly eyes.

"Since you know, just stay there and don't run around. The control room has just calculated the voyage." There was a sound of flipping pages, and the adjutant calmly reported, "The warship can reach your sea area in two hours."

Qingzhi was stunned, somewhat surprised, "When did the speed of the warship change so fast?"

"Compared to your speed, which can take half a month to walk directly to an island in the first half, don't be surprised."

The adjutant expressed his deep feelings in a long sentence without ups and downs, paused for a few seconds to breathe, and then said, "We contacted the branch warship that happened to pass nearby, and the time it takes to break the ice has been taken into account for two hours. "

"Two hours——?" After a slight pause, Aokiji closed his eyes and sighed silently, "Don't worry, the rear wheel of the bicycle has leaked air... I'll take a nap and they will arrive, right?"

"Your Excellency, General Aokiji." The adjutant lowered his voice, revealing his helplessness after enduring inhuman torture for a long time, "I have no other demands in these years except you not to disappear casually."

"Please continue to lie on the ice and sleep unconscious!"

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The phone hung up with a snail.

Letting out a long breath, Aokiji put the curled up little thing into his pocket, and then turned his gaze to Nicole Robin who had been waiting quietly.

She opened those blue pupils, and complex emotions seemed to flash across her eyes, and finally closed her eyes, with a relieved smile on her face, "So, there are still two hours of free time."

Raising her hands, the stone shackles on the sea floor between her wrists hit softly, and she raised her eyes to the sky indifferently, "The day I saw you 20 years ago, there was such a beautiful sunset~"

Her eyes dragged out infinite nostalgia, and it took a long time to move away. She sat down cross-legged like him, raised the corners of her eyes, and looked at him with a smile, "I knew you at the first sight. You are a disaster." The voice was still light and thin , but the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, "White darkness that brings death."

The slender figure is bathed in the golden red sunset, and the thin twilight is projected from far away. Her face is against the light, and even in the position within his reach, she still has a hazy smile.

Aokiji sat there motionless and didn't say a word, only felt that the deep part of his body was slowly burning.

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After an unknown amount of time, the golden-red fireball in the sky finally fell into the dark blue sea water. With the first star twinkling, the sky was covered with a layer of darkness, and the waves in the distance beat against the ice layer in a soft and blurred rhythm.

The wind with mist in the coolness lowered the temperature for Aokiji's hot body, and the chaotic thoughts gradually sorted out a beginning.

He looked at the somewhat blurred silhouette in the night, and said in a deep voice the decision that had been brewing for a long time, "You can choose to serve the Navy Headquarters, or go to the deep sea prison."

"The government has wanted you for 20 years, partly because you may be the only one left who can decipher ancient characters."

"Of course, freedom is relative, you must be under my surveillance." Aokiji forced himself to put aside all irrelevant thoughts, and coldly reached out to her, "Be mine, or be annihilated."

Her face was half-hidden in the darkness, her posture remained motionless, and he didn't urge her, but her outstretched hand remained in mid-air.

It wasn't until Aokiji was almost disappointed that her frozen figure moved slightly, the hand under the cloak stretched out tentatively, and shrank again as if being scalded.

The muffled low cry hides some pain?

He quickly grabbed her curled hands, lowered his head, and looked at the pitifully scarce skylight, only to find that her two wrists were bloody and bloody, with countless scratches scattered around the stone shackles on the sea building.

Then, her hoarse voice, with a little grievance, "Does Hailoushi make people allergic?" While struggling gently in his palm, she turned her wrist like an unbearable rubbing, "It's itchy— —" The ending sound is like a cat acting like a baby, if there is nothing to scratch people's minds.

"Don't be coquettish——" Aokiji lazily scolded, even though she said so, she still stopped her self-harming scratching, while looking for keys, "Unlock one first, there is a bandage in the bag..."

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When he finally found one of the keys from the pocket of his crumpled jacket, she couldn't wait to stick it to him.

He inserted/inserted the key into the paired shackle lock, and warned, "Each Hailoushi handcuff key is different, so don't make any bad ideas."

The special key was turned a few times, and the tight shackles split into two halves with a snap, and fell off from her wrists. Aokiji held the open end and the other end was still imprisoning her.

But at this moment, the unique hum of the large mechanical turbine broke into the hearing range, Aokiji looked away a little, and looked at the junction of the sea and the sky casually.

A cruiser was approaching here at a frustrating pace.

The accident happened in just a few seconds, and Aokiji could only vaguely hear some kind of strange crackling sound, like the ice that could not bear the load and break every time he used his ability.

The weight in his hand suddenly lost, and after that, a few drops of hot liquid splashed onto his fingertips.

Aokiji lowered his head subconsciously, and what caught his eyes was...the hideous and terrifying wound, the thick scarlet blood flowing, and the violently torn muscles and bones, which still looked extremely gorgeous even in the night.

There was a loud bang in his ear, and Aokiji had no reaction at all, staring blankly at the amputated wrist...

The eyes suddenly widened and the pupils constricted.

The hand he personally liberated from the shackles held the palm that should have been perfectly locked in the prison between his fingers. She raised her face, as if her soulless dark blue eyes were calm, as if she didn't tear her own. hand.

…Nicole Robin!

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How long will it be?Seconds or minutes?Aokiji couldn't count the time, he could only see her breaking free from Hailoushi's restraint, and pressing the broken hand mixed with flesh and blood on his wrist.

"Damage Transfer—"

The light-colored lips opened and closed slightly, and the fallen palm disappeared into the air as if it had faded. Her severed wrist healed strangely, but there was no reason for pain in his same position, and the flesh and bones burst.

However, it was only in the blink of an eye that his instinctive elementalization resisted the abnormality that was happening, and the freezing spread from the veins. She slowly narrowed her eyes, and before he could react, the whole person faded away in vain, and disappeared in an instant. without a trace.

Nicole Robin!

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Finally, Aokiji boarded the warship that came to welcome him with a wound on his wrist that could not heal.

At that time, it was the dawn of the sun, because it took a long time for him to come back to his senses. When he woke up, the entire sea area had been frozen for thousands of miles. Even the cruiser of the branch was frozen, and it took a long time to break out of the ice.

Along the way, the entire crew of the warship was even more trembling, and they couldn't even meet his eyes; Aokiji returned to the naval headquarters in Marineford in this silent and frightened atmosphere.

He knew that his state was in jeopardy, but these days other than sleeping, he just sat in a daze, unable to even move his mind. It seemed that the natural devil fruit was out of control, and even his thoughts froze.

Opening the door of the office in a daze, Aokiji looked at his colleague who was quietly drinking tea in the corner for a while, then walked over slowly, sat in his usual position, lowered his head, and stared at the teacup that the other party pushed under his eyelids without focus. Twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Why are you here with me when you are free?"

The man in the bright yellow striped suit adjusted his brown sunglasses, "Kuzan, where's your little girl?"

While talking, he looked him up and down, and looked at the door specially, "Didn't you promise to bring it to me first, and wait for the marshal to evade it, and then you want to go back? Who?"

"She ran away." Qingzhi took a deep breath and spread his hands pretending to be unintentional.

"Even you...can't hold her down?"

The colleague's voice raised a few notches, and the eyes hidden behind the lens looked extremely strange, "I'm more curious, that girl..." There was a pause for a moment, and the tone and expression were all foolish, "Who is the god~"

Aokiji pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, put on a sleepy look, and lay down on the sofa without saying a word, pulled up the fine-grained plaid eyepatch to block the probing eyes of Polusalino, who is also a general.

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After all, Polusalino stopped asking any more questions, and after a long time, Aokiji felt that his colleagues stopped looking at him, and moved to the door with slow steps, as if there was an incomprehensible sigh.

"Kuzan you~" He clicked his tongue a few times, but didn't continue to say anything, just opened the door and left his office.

After the door was closed, Polusalino lingered outside the door for a long time, and Aokiji, relying on his years of practice and knowledge, heard what his colleagues couldn't say in person.

"It's been 20 years, I really don't know where that girl is..." Polusalino sighed a few times, then turned and left, as if they knew each other well, and some words would destroy a certain balance.

His footsteps reached the corner of the corridor, and then stopped suddenly, "It's you?" The suppressed voice was full of surprise.

The other sense of existence has been hidden there for a while, Qingzhi is very clear, and also knows the purpose of the person who has been wandering around since he returned to the headquarters, but he just doesn't want to pay attention to it.

"That ghost girl is really a disaster." Polusalino suddenly laughed lowly, paused for a moment, and continued, "She escaped, and escaped safely from the general of the headquarters for the second time."

Still using the iconic slow rhythm, the feeling of looking down from a height is extremely cold, "There are only three things, right? Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel."