save the judge

This battle was only a few lines on paper, but it lasted seven hours. More than [-]% of Fu Sangshen had the experience of retreating after being seriously injured and then playing. Fortunately, Jingongjiquan's command was reasonable. , Each fusangshen carried an amulet, and three thousand and six amulets were damaged in the whole battle, but no sword was broken.

The logistics team who came to the end of the current affairs team was so shocked that they lost their voices in the face of this huge battlefield. Thanks to the help of the god judges and fusangshen left behind by Jingujiquan, it took nearly half a month for various follow-up matters.

It is no exaggeration to say that after this battle, the code name "Tulip" has completely ascended to the altar.

Whether it is Honmaru or Wanwu, as long as there are people, you can hear the voices discussing this battle and the "Tulip". The reporter also found the high-level officials of the current affairs, but they couldn't find out their whereabouts at all.

"It seems to be missing..."

"It's better to say it's Shenyin? There's no news at all, it seems to have popped up out of nowhere!"

"I can't find relevant information in Wanwu's purchase records, and no one has ever seen someone with a similar voice and appearance..."

******

The frenzy is still spreading, and Jingujiquan, who has been missed by countless god judges, has been sitting on the castle tower and hasn't gone downstairs for a whole week.

Tamamomae turned into a huge original body and entrenched under the stairs of the castle tower, his long and narrow fox eyes were slightly closed, and besides the seven huge furry tails, a small ball of snow-white soft hair protruded from the base of his tailbone.

The eighth fox tail has started to grow again. Foxes with long tails often can't control their overflowing energy. This is why Jingujiquan resolutely refuses to let him follow him into the battlefield. Strength is indistinguishable from friend to foe, and if you are bombarded by Yuzao, you may not even have the chance to use the defense.

The big snow-white fox turned over, revealing its fluffy and soft belly, facing the sun in the best direction.

Holding a plate of tea from Mikazuki, Hidekiri was about to step on Tamamo-zen's tail to go up the stairs, but was threatened by Tamamo-zen with bared teeth, and then walked around the place unwillingly. A few fluffy and plump tails like quilts stepped up the wooden stairs.

The second floor of the castle tower adheres to the deep and wide style of Japanese architecture. It is very spacious. The rooms are cleverly separated by screens and curtain doors. Different from the magnificent meeting hall downstairs, the second floor is more leisurely and gentle. .

The door of the dormitory is closed, and the heavy beige sliding door is painted with pine, stone and white cranes in Fuchun Mountain, a handful of snow that will never melt on the top of the mountain, and cherry blossoms that are as misty as clouds and mist at the foot of the mountain.

Higakiri opened the door, the indoor light was dim, and a Sakura Fuki snow screen was standing five or six steps in front of the door, which was used to slightly block the indoor scenery.

The tall and slender Fu Sangshen tested the temperature of the teapot with the back of his hand, bypassed the screen, placed the tray on the low table in front of the window, sat down cross-legged, and smiled: "The kitchen is making your favorite tea, you have to go downstairs Do you want to eat?"

A young man in a wide haori kimono squinted at the clouds outside the window. He sat cross-legged on a tatami mat, with a ferocious flamingo smiling face mask on his lap, covered with a few sheets of paper with the words "Current Affairs" written on his head. Zero was scrawled in the column of the battle-damaged personnel, but it was crossed out forcefully, and a few stacks of record sheets were scattered on the side that were traced to Honmaru's battle-damaged examiners. The top page was half written, and the ink was still Before it was dry, "Jinguji Izumi" was scrawled in the name column, and the words "Yakuken Toshiro" in the war damage list were only half written, and a long trace was drawn at the end, which was erased again.

After a long silence, Higakiri sighed faintly: "Oh, it's really the same as others said, it's better to never get it, isn't it, I was willing to talk last night..."

The person who didn't respond finally turned his head and glanced at him, a little dumbfounded: "Who taught you such a mess?"

Mustache leaned over familiarly, and stood next to his master: "I have followed so many masters, and I can understand it, and attacking is the instinct of the sword."

Jingujiquan rolled his eyes: "I have a feeling that you are talking about something bad."

Mustache smiled: "Does the Patriarch have evidence?"

Jingongjiquan choked for a moment, his face turning blue and red: "...shut up!"

Mustache stopped teasing him, and naturally picked up the mask on his lap and looked at it: "Hmm...the painter is very good, is it a descendant of the Fujiwara family...that is a very old big family."

Fu Sangshen mentioned that surname in an understated but somewhat respectful tone.

Izumi Jinguji let him take the mask away, looked at Hikakiri's face, and found that it was much ruddy than before, the frosty and gloomy chill was slowly fading away, and the horribly thin cheeks and waist were gradually fading away. Back to normal.

The black-haired young man raised his hand and gently brushed Mustache Cut's frosty silver hair: "I saw that Guangzhong's hair color seems to have become a lot lighter yesterday."

Hidekiri responded with a drawn-out voice, and responded briskly after a while: "It's not just him, Tsukami Munekin's hair is also turning gray, Suzumaru Kōji hasn't changed much, those short knives have changed a bit faster, but It can be regarded as stable - after all, it has begun to fall in the dark."

His tone was very light, and he didn't have a big reaction to the fact that all his colleagues were slowly falling.

"It's all recognized by them themselves. They responded to you and chose you. They already knew about it before choosing you." Hikakiri sensed Jingujiquan's silence and added another sentence.

Jingu Jiquan didn't feel any guilt about the fact that his spiritual power was turbid and he took all the Honmaru Tsukisangshen to fall into the dark. As Higakiri said, he had already made sufficient psychological preparations for this, but What he wants to say now is another thing: "Your physical condition was very bad before. If nothing happened to me, the turbidity of spiritual power can balance the strength in your body. Have you already..."

"Hush," Mustache suddenly interrupted him, blinking his right eye slyly, "We'll talk about this at night, now—"

"What did you say at night..." Jingujiquan's anger that was brewing halfway was interrupted, and he couldn't get up or down, and he was stuck in the middle, and mustache cut out the second half of the sentence softly.

"...I seem to have found a gift from your father."

Jingujiquan's eyes suddenly sank.

Father.

When Jingujiquan was young, he would ask his mother where his father was. He can't remember what the woman answered. It probably means that you will know when you grow up. In fact, you were born secretly behind my back. Class words.

Occasionally, when wandering in various time and space, he would imagine his father with great anticipation. Like every child who thinks his father is omnipotent, he has been thinking for a while that his father will come to him, father He must be found, and then he won't have to live like this again.

But this was a long time ago, and Jingujiquan can't remember when he stopped fantasizing about these impossible things. When he arrived, he was able to calmly face the sudden appearance of his biological father. .

At most, he had to accept a little bit that his father was such a bad person.

So to be honest, he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about killing his father with his own hands.

It was just a stranger with a blood relationship.

Jingujiquan was out of his mind for a short while before remembering to answer: "What gift? Ah... You mean the one he said before? Shizheng is taking over their research site, and the information inside has not been summarized yet. Someone will send it someday, if you can recall Yaoyan..."

Mentioning those names, Jingujiquan's voice softened a bit.

What he didn't say was that he actually thought that the "gift" that the flamingo gave him was nothing more than an empty bait. If he insisted on saying it, it might be the malicious last words, or it might be this mask at all. What a good thing, he didn't have any expectations.

Hidekiri waved the mask at him: "There's something inside."

The thin mask is carved out of a whole piece of wood using the ancient method. The edges are smooth and the paint is the best. After so many years, it can still maintain an extremely light and ethereal fragrance. Millions of yen simply can't buy it.

Jingongjiquan took the mask and weighed it twice: "Is there something?"

Mustache lazily pressed his chin on his shoulder, watching him look at the mask over and over again: "The weight is wrong, you shouldn't be able to feel it, but Fusangshen is very sensitive to weight, the upper half of it is heavier than the lower half." Parts are a bit heavier than the paint should be."

Jingujiquan held the mask, pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and touched the side twice, and sure enough, he touched the scabbard of Higakiri under a pile of messy blankets beside him.

Fu Sangshen, who had a subtle connection with the body knife, smiled innocently at him, as if he didn't feel how idiotic it was to put the body knife next to the lord.

Jingongjiquan clicked his tongue lightly, and was too lazy to argue with him. He put the mask on the ground, drew his knife out of its sheath, without the slightest hesitation, raised the knife and cut the mask in half.

The blade deliberately avoided the upper part of the mask, but the thin and brittle wood cracked along the cracks. Mustache stretched out a finger and poked it twice. The whole mask immediately fell apart, and the forehead part There was a dark metallic glimmer in the wood.

Jingujiquan put the sword back into its sheath, and threw the Taidao into Higakiri's arms. Fu Sangshen held the sword and smiled subtly, and leaned over to watch Jingujiquan roll up his sleeves and pull out the thin light from the wood .

What fell on the beige tatami was a miniature data disk that was two fingers wide.

Data disks in the era of big information are quite thin, at most only three sheets of paper thick, dark data disks are translucent, with crystal clear data fluid flowing in the middle.

Jingujiquan stared at this thing for a while, and gave a comment: "You are old and cunning."

Hiding things in the mask is casual, he does carry it with him and is heavily protected; he is cautious, but to be honest, his force value is really not that good, hiding it in the mask is at best considered ingenious.

Jingongjiquan thought about it for a long time, and had to admit that this move was quite in line with that lunatic's temperament.

It seems that I don't care about anything, and it seems that everything is in my hands.

The data disk was swallowed by the access port, a loading bar popped up on the screen, and after the data jumped to full, the authentication popped up again.

"Please enter the voice verification password."

An inorganic female voice sounded.

Jingujiquan: "..."

Mustache: "..."

The two looked at each other for a while, and began to rack their brains to figure out what the madman was thinking.

What password would a lunatic set up?

Hidekiri stroked his chin: "Generally speaking, it's the birthday of important people, right?"

Jingujiquan looked at him: "Do you think there are any 'important people' for a person like him?"

This guess is simply uncomfortable to hear.

Higakiri was noncommittal about this: "Then only his own birthday."

Jingujiquan was silent.

This guess is very reliable, but the ghost knows when the flamingo's birthday is.

"But maybe it's not your birthday? Don't you feel ashamed to announce your birthday to the screen?" Higiri spoke again.

Jingujiquan decided to block the voice in his ears.

The big deal is to try one by one.

"The flamingo."

"Wrong password."

"crane?"

"Wrong password."

"A retrograde army?"

"Wrong password."

"Izumi Jinguji." Hidekiri interrupted.

"The password is wrong." The female voice was still stern.

The black-haired young man cast a noncommittal glance at Tokiri.

"Jinguji Shiro." Higiri continued to try and make mistakes.

"Wrong password." The female voice repeated mechanically.

"Green Princess?"

"Wrong password."

"Fujiwara Shiro." Higakiri suddenly announced a name that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

Jingujiquan raised his eyes.

After a seemingly short and long time, the mechanical female voice replied without emotion: "The password is wrong."

He couldn't tell what it was like to exhale lightly, and some faint shadow was completely swept away from his heart.

Fujiwara...

Ah, there's one more I haven't tried.

"Fujiwara... Crane."

Unfamiliar surnames and words that suddenly jumped into my mind were randomly put together, there were two beeps on the screen, and the female voice finally changed the sentence: "The password is correct."

Fujiwara Crane.

Jingujiquan thought without emotion, so this is his father's name.

But also, such a selfish person, how can he take others into his heart, and being able to give this data disk is probably the last kindness to his son.

The data bar jumped to the end again, and the data waterfall composed of green numbers poured from the top of the screen to the bottom, and finally combined into two file names, lying quietly on the desktop.

As if afraid that people would not understand it, the naming method of the file can be called simple and rude.

"A Study on the Steady State of Dark Fallen Fusangshenimmune Heterogeneity"

"Broken Knife Fusangshen Recall Method"

Jingujiquan suddenly held his breath.