save the judge

When they returned to the house, the sky was getting brighter, and the bald servant who served the oiran was kneeling and waiting by the curtain door, his eyes glowed with a circle of blue from lack of sleep, and when he saw Jingu Jiquan coming back, he immediately pulled him away happily. Door: "My sister is back, I have bought breakfast, it is your favorite shop... Ah, I'm sorry."

Seeing several people following Jingongjiquan, she quickly lay down on the floor to apologize.

Kagura puffed up her face with envy: "I also want the treatment that I can eat when I go home."

Jingujiquan lowered his head: "Is that guest upstairs?"

Bald lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "No, not here..."

Both sides of Yoshiwara's streets are crowded with old buildings, most of which are houses for nurturing wandering girls. Two or three-story buildings are crowded together, and the light is so poor that the sun cannot be seen in the courtyard all year round. This house is not bad, it is located at the corner of the street, and it barely has a window that can get half sunlight.

The most spacious and gorgeous living room on the second floor is naturally owned by the oiran. The various flower hairpins and incense powder on the table have not been collected yet, and everyone is attracted by the kimono hanging on the stand as soon as they enter.

On the wooden stand, the large kimono was hung flat on it. The expensive fabric with a shiny luster like pearl powder was rippling in the faint morning light, reflecting the sparkling brilliance like a river, dark purple On the bottom material, golden butterflies with different postures rise up, stretching from the long tail of the clothes all the way to the big sleeves, and the dark red galaxy climbs up, gorgeously as if cutting out a section of real night.

The floor-to-ceiling large window facing the street was wide open, and the wind swept in, blowing the kimono endlessly, as if someone was dancing in this gorgeous long dress, and the dance was strange and crazy.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment before realizing who left it. Yinshi had already crossed his arms and began to criticize the dwarf cedar for his unsightly taste: "Who taught him this? Purple clothes with golden butterflies, this This kind of combination is only liked by the guy who absorbs the ground air all the year round and his brain is hypoxic, right?"

Gui glanced at this kimono, and his delicate and peaceful face was a little envious: "One look at him shows that he is very rich-speaking of Yinshi, when will you return the money you borrowed from me? That is an important Xiangyi start." Funds are related to the future of Edo."

Jingujiquan walked in barefoot on the rough and flexible tatami, and found a box of paper notes pressed with Komachi red on the table next to the stand.

It seems that he randomly pulled out a piece of bamboo paper from the drawer to wipe off excess lipstick and used it as a letter paper. On the light yellow paper with a soft and absorbent base, a few words were painted with a stone blue eyebrow pencil.

Jingujiquan glanced at it, crumpled up the paper casually and threw it into the wastebasket, looked at Gintoki and Katsura who were still bickering over the gift: "I'm here, your mission has been completed, right?"

Yinshi didn't know when he plucked a piece of grass from the garden and bit it in his mouth: "No way, the task given by the young general is to protect you, close-body-protection, it's you The kind that needs us by the side for everything.”

Jingongjiquan stared at him silently for a while: "Then I'm going to take a bath, do you see?"

Elizabeth held up the wooden sign: "Can we take a bath together?"

Yinshi hammered the big white penguin flat with one fist: "Shall we take a bath together!"

Jingujiquan looked around between Katsura Kotaro and Gintoki, and kindly reminded Gintoki who was still arguing with Elizabeth: "Do you have something to talk about?"

Gui kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, Yinshi's dark red pupils turned around his face without any expression: "Wig, what else do you want to beg you, Mr. Yinshi?"

"It's not a wig, it's osmanthus." The simple-dressed black long straight popped out reflexively, then hesitated for a while, and finally sat down upright: "The thing is that I am taking Elizabeth to the sixth job on Thursday. It happened when raising funds for the start-up of Xiangyi."

This rigorous opening made Kagura and Shinpachi, who were holding a cup of tea and preparing to listen to the story, at the same time show expressions that couldn't bear to look directly at them.

"...Xiangyi is so hard." After a long silence, Jingongjiquan commented tactfully.

"It's hard work, but for the sake of Edo's tomorrow, it's a blessing to work hard. When we first started our career in Xiangyi, we once had the experience of eating dog food for three days—"

Gui's thoughts were successfully distracted, and Yinshi had to knock on the table to get him back to his senses.

"—I met the Shinsengumi inspection at noon that day, and Zaixia and Elizabeth were caught by them and thrown into prison. However, it only takes one day to escape from such a prison, so I am going to wait until night to start the operation."

"You just want to have dinner!" Yin Shi spared no effort to expose the truth in the Gui dialect.

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of small things!" Gui Yizheng said, "I just heard that the buckwheat noodles in the Shinsengumi Prison are seasoned with a new sauce, and it just so happens that the soba noodles are only available every Thursday. Dinner is only…”

Yin Shi's expression was filled with admiration: "So even being arrested is a living thing, right?"

"It's not a wig, it's osmanthus! Shinsengumi's new sauce probably added a lot of mint... No, it's not this. The point I want to talk about next is that after nightfall, I seem to hear a voice from under the prison."

There are voices under the prison?

Now even Jingujiquan became curious.

Elizabeth held up the wooden sign: "Yes."

Gui still had an impassive face, but Yinshi had already quietly shrunk his whole body, looking warily at Gui who seemed to be telling a ghost story.

"So I dug a certain distance down."

…Dig, dig, dig what? !

Talking about prison break so fresh and refined is full of scientific inquiry spirit, young man, you have a lot of skills!

"...But I got stuck before I dug to the bottom. The soil below was rammed very hard, and I couldn't break through with my current skills. But I got blood."

The handsome young man with long black hair said expressionlessly: "A lot of blood, like a battlefield, soaked the soil into reddish brown, and the stench seemed to be rotting from the ground, and I found it inside something."

When he talked about the battlefield, Yinshi's expression froze for a moment, and the dark red pupils under the drooping eyelids were listless.

Gui fumbled in his bosom, and took out a cloth bag the size of two palms. There were cotton fibers on the edge of the blue cloth bag, which was the same as the one he was wearing, and it seemed that he had torn it from his clothes temporarily. , with some reddish-brown soil on the bottom.

After hearing what he said just now, they wouldn't think that the reddish-brown soil was just a little strange in color.

When the bottom of the cloth bag touched the top-quality rosewood table, it made a crunchy knocking sound.

Suddenly, Jingujiquan's heart skipped a beat.

"Wait a minute—" he said suddenly, stopping Gui from opening the cloth bag.

Everyone's eyes were focused, but the feeling of war in Jingujiquan's heart became more and more intense.Gui thought he was frightened, and stopped moving his hands: "It's not the kind of bloody thing you imagined, if you don't want to see it..."

"It's okay, I'm just a little distracted." Jingongjiquan lifted the teapot and poured tea for himself, Gui paused, and continued to untie the cloth bag that was knotted a few times.

The knots he tied were really ugly, and they were tied crookedly like strings of candied haws one by one, like the handwriting of a child when he was bored.

Several people gathered around to watch him untie the button, Yin Shi still had a paralyzed face with his arms crossed.

The last knot was undone, and the soft fabric drooped, revealing the dirty bits inside.

The sticky reddish-brown soil was about the width of two fingers, long and short, large and small, powder-like rust was smeared on it, and the fracture surface was pitted and cracked. They leaned over and gently touched it with their fingers. A bit of dirt was scraped off the ground, and the cold silver halo vaguely seeped out.

The samurai knew what it was without even using his hands, and the oiran who was pouring tea accidentally knocked over the teapot the moment the cloth bag was spread out.

whine.

A high-pitched whine.

It wailed like a bird whose wings had been torn apart.

Flesh, flesh and limbs were split open, sweat mixed with blood dripped from the fingers, and sticky blood smeared everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Break, break, break.

The piece of iron lying quietly in the soil seemed to be dead, and it let out a cry of pain to the humans who could hear its final wail, and then fell into decay.

...shattered blades.

Jingong Siquan pursed his lips tightly, the chaotic and empty shouts in his ears disappeared, Gui's eyes were still so emotionless, and he looked over faintly: "...do you recognize what this is?"

Even Shinpachi's eyes had something extra in them.

The samurai and the sword are companions day and night, and it is not surprising to be able to recognize the fragments of the sword at first sight, but in the era when the abolition of the sword was strictly implemented, a famous oiran who lived in Yoshiwara for a long time did not even look at it carefully Just recognized what this is, isn't it a little bit interesting?

The tea dripped down the black silk kimono, and the hem of the clothes soaked with water was heavy and dark. The snow-white crane spread its wings, and a flower with a yellow pistil was dangling from its vermilion beak.

Jingujiquan picked up the sleeve of the expensive kimono and wiped off the tea on the edge of the table. His eyes fell on the cloth bag, and he became more and more uncertain. He stretched out his hand after a long time: "Can you let me take a closer look?"

The cloth bag was pulled in front of him, and his white and slender fingers were inserted into the sticky and rancid soil, picking out the broken blades bit by bit, wiping off the dirt with his sleeves and placing them on the table.

Yin glanced at it from time to time, and found that the way he arranged it seemed to be somewhat regular, as if he had divided into several piles.

Gui continued: "...there are many such broken blades down there. I preliminarily estimate that there should be a battlefield site, but there are only knives, but no corpses can be found, and I don't remember that there were any at the site selected by the Shinsengumi within a hundred years. What kind of war happened..."

Jingujiquan wiped the last piece of broken blade clean, the rust on it was so mottled that the original shape could not be seen clearly, but he touched it a little, and put it into a small pile of the same kind.

"Is this... is there any basis for classification?" Gui looked at the piles of large and small debris on the table, and the curiosity that belonged to the top student was vigorous again.

"...California Kiyomitsu," Jingujiquan pointed at the pile of blades on the left with his mud-covered fingers, flexibly splicing them up and down, forming a rough shape of a sword.

"One phase, one vibration." The three pieces of broken blades could only barely form a rough outline.

"Yamato Shou'an." There was only a broken blade long in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't even make out the general shape.

"Izumi Mori Kanesada." Pointing to the last fragment, he pronounced its name.

They looked at Jingujiquan's eyes strangely, because his attitude was too calm, as if he knew something, and the names he said...

Vaguely seem to have heard and not seem to have heard?

"This is indeed a war." Jingu Jiquan said looking at the fragments of the sword.

If Fu Sangshen smashes the sword in battle, the sword fragments will be left in that time and space, but according to Gui's description, the huge scale of the broken knife with such thick blood stains cannot be summed up by a simple battle.

What secrets are buried underground in the Shinsengumi Prison?