save the judge

The fourth king, Munakata Reishi, is modest, polite, calm and self-possessed. He is an old-fashioned gentleman who insists on using honorifics every time he speaks to others.But in the eyes of his rival Zhou Fangzun, this is a man who is too hypocritical. He obviously has an arrogant personality that is not inferior to all human beings, but he wants to pretend to be so harmless, and he likes to play puzzles... It is simply inexplicable .

For Munakata Reiji himself, all the entertainment that needs to find answers and clues can make him unable to extricate himself, just like puzzles, guessing games, and even games of thinking about order construction, connecting small clues bit by bit, pulling apart The mist reveals the behemoth hidden behind it, and returns the chaos to order. It is definitely a supreme enjoyment for the senses.

Fushimi has repeatedly complained in private that the head of the office is a late-stage patient with invisible cleanliness obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he is probably right.

But they couldn't beat him, and they had to rely on him for food, so even if they found out that the director's jigsaw pattern used the ID photos of the team members countless times, they still had to swallow the blood in their throats and face the questioner who asked for opinions. The black-bellied room chief replied: Thank you very much.

And now, almost with gusto, Munakata has discovered a new guessing game.

Genji's treasured sword, Higiri...?

He pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and even his polite smile became a little warmer. His cold and handsome face looked... a little cute?

Jingujiquan turned his face to the side with rather sad eyes, and handed the drawn knife back to Hikakiri's sheath.

The blond-haired Fu Sangshen blinked his upturned cat eyes, and his two pointed canine teeth were faintly visible in his smile: "Patriarch, don't you want to see more?"

He held Jinguji's hand, and together with him raised the famed sword, the blade turned over, and the murderous weapon that had been stained with countless blood was obediently held by the sick and weak master. Black hair was reflected on the blade smoother than a mirror. The young man's face, and the blond hair around him looked like a mournful man.

Spiritual power flowed along the hands of the two of them. After the great transformation of the sword, Munakata Reisi once again ushered in a scene where the three views exploded:

Become a living person.

The young man who slowly emerged from the air was wearing a military uniform, with a belt tightening his slender waist. Contrary to that kind of strict self-discipline, he wore a white coat of military uniform casually on his shoulders, with short light blond hair, slightly The fluffy and curly ends are nestled next to the ears, and a pair of amber cat eyes are big and gentle. They seem to be too well-behaved. The long eyelashes are drawn at the end of the eyes, showing a trace of almost sharp sensuality. The smile on the face Limp and utterly harmless.

No matter how stupid Munakata is, he can realize that Jingujiquan's introduction just now should not be as simple as a famous sword. What's more, unlike the group of repeaters in the red group who were crying and shouting to finish their studies with difficulty, he is To be honest, he is the first in the department every year, and he gave a speech at the graduation ceremony as an outstanding graduate.

After thinking for a while, his eyes moved away from the beautiful sword that looked like a work of art, and landed on the blond young man who suddenly appeared: "Higakiri...kun?"

Mustache gave him a meaningful look, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing the face of the young man beside him, he rubbed his chin lightly with his fingers, and turned his head: "Yes?"

The guess in Munakata Reisi's heart was confirmed, and he sighed in surprise: "Fu Sangshen? I don't know if it's luck or regret to be able to see the real god in this era of declining faith."

Jingongjiquan was aroused by his reaction: "You believe it without even doubting it?"

The King of Blue showed that formulaic smile again, polite, and at the same time absolutely confident in his own strength, he seemed to have never thought that someone could lie in front of him: "It is too impolite to speculate and question others without authorization. .”

His legs crossed, his feet wrapped in cowhide boots lightly stepped on the ground, his back was straight, his uniform tightly wrapped his body, not a trace of skin was exposed, his hands were crossed on his knees, On that calm and calm smiling face, the aura is more queen than the queen.

...is still an S-shape queen.

The image of Munakata waving a whip and letting out a deep ghostly laugh suddenly popped up in Jingujiizumi's mind. With a shudder, he quickly shook off the horrific image, subconsciously avoiding Munakata.

Munakata's words suddenly stopped for a moment, a strange feeling of chills was fleeting, he paused, a little lost in thought, this kind of feeling seemed to happen often in the office, could it be that someone was thinking about him?

While distracted, he still kept that flawless smile on his face, and continued: "The second king, the King of Gold came from a family of onmyojis. It's not a well-hidden secret. You are the only king of gold. It’s also no secret that my nephew.”

As an onmyoji, mastering some secret techniques to communicate with the gods is not something to make a fuss about.

Jingujiquan thought about it, and was surprised to find that it made a lot of sense!The logic is self-consistent and the plot is perfect!

The way he looked at Zongxiang immediately changed, adding a faint admiration and admiration, he guessed all wrong and could still come back by himself, if he didn't know his own situation, he would have believed it!Can't tell, the King of Blue is a logic genius!

Izumi Jinguji didn't continue to talk about this issue. He said more and made more mistakes. It's good for Munakata Reishi to maintain such a misunderstanding, and it saves him from explaining the existence of Higakiri.

He moved away the hand that was in contact with Higiri, and lost his spiritual power input. In Munakata's eyes, the blond-haired Fusangshen's figure swayed slightly, like ripples in water, and then faded away, just like before he appeared just now, disappeared before his eyes.

Although the figure disappeared, Munakata did not think that he really disappeared. His purple pupils glanced at the place where Hikakiri appeared last. The Blue King folded his hands on his knees, and his face remained unchanged: " Actually, besides visiting patients, I have another request for this visit, and I hope Jinguji-kun can agree."

Jingujiquan leaned on the big soft pillow, looking back at Munakata Reishi somewhat unexpectedly.

As expected of the aloof King of Blue, even when he uttered the word "request", he carried a noble and cold heart in his bones, giving people the illusion that it was his honor to help him.

"Munakata-kun is really flattering me. I'm just an outsider who is weak, sick, and dying soon. My abilities are not strong. If I insist, the only person worthy of the fourth king's patience to talk to me should be the one behind me." Uncle who is also a king, right?"

The slightly narrow eyes hooked slyly, the always frivolous and timid temperament peeled off, and the diamonds washed by the dark river under the skin finally appeared, and the brilliance contained enough beauty to grab all eyes, but it was only a short time For an instant, Munakata almost thought it was his illusion.

When Munakata Reishi blinked again, Jingujiquan had returned to the kind of irritable and tired look he always had in front of him.

He often sees this expression on other people's faces. Kings and ordinary people exist on two levels. Even if they don't release their abilities, they can still feel the difference in their bones.Munakata Reiji was used to the unconscious vigilance of others when facing him, even though he showed no hostility.

Premature and unnecessary vigilance is an obvious sign of weakness.

When Jingongjiquan saw him for the first time, he was also so vigilant, and also wanted to avoid his irritability as soon as possible. He always thought that it was the same fear of him as others.

But think about it, if you are really afraid, how dare you cheat Fushimi-kun under him like that?

Compared to being afraid, you obviously don't care at all, right?

Munakata Reisi suddenly discovered this, and the interest that had faded came back again, and his attitude became much more serious: "Oh, it's a bit self-deprecating to think like Jinguji-kun. In my eyes, Your Excellency But very, very, excellent talent."

I don't know if it was deliberate, Munakata Reiji pressed the word under the base of his tongue, his deep voice hit the eardrums, and when he spit it out slowly, there was an elegant and reserved ambiguity, matched with that cold and ascetic face, it was enough It's invisibly seductive.

Hidekiri narrowed his eyes, and the paper-thin smile in the amber pupils was soaked with water and melted quickly.

Jingujiizumi nodded at Munakata indifferently: "Oh...then, thank you for the compliment?"

The Blue King blinked, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment. He pushed his glasses: "Well, actually, I'm here in the name of the Fourth King, hoping to invite Lord Jinguji to join our Scepter4."

He thought for a while, and added meaningfully: "Scepter4 is a very united and friendly organization, very suitable for Mr. Jinguji to recuperate from illness."

... Seriously, which HR would say so sincerely that our company has generous benefits, first-class treatment, complete facilities, and enthusiastic and active employees, which is very suitable for you to retire?

It's not a nursing home!

Anyone who sees this kind of advertisement will think it is a pyramid scheme!

Moreover, it was the leader of this organization who promoted himself in front of him. Jingujiquan suddenly felt that with such a leader, Scepter4 might be about to go bankrupt, right?

"Of course, if Hikiri-kun is willing to give some simple instructions to my subordinates, that would be even better."

Munakata Reiji didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his introduction at all, and he increased his heart again: "There will be a corresponding attendance subsidy, please rest assured."

You are so generous, does the government that pays you know?

Jingujiquan swallowed the spit that was about to rush to his throat, afraid that he would say something strange with his shrewd and intelligent ascetic face, and spoke first: "Don't say anything else, if I join Scepter4, I will stay question--"

Munakata Reishi is very understanding: "The team members are generally required to live in Qingyunliao, and they can also submit an application for living outside, but if they live in the domain of other kings, the possibility of such an application being approved should not be high."

The King of Blue, who holds all approval authority, said implicitly: If you join us, you don't need to live in the research center anymore?

Izumi Jinguji, who had long dreamed of being able to go out and roam, brightened up, talking to smart people saves effort!

When Fushimi and Hidaka came back from work, they heard that Scepter4 had two new members, and the director personally invited them.Fushimi never had any curiosity about new members. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled them up on his arms, sat down in front of the computer with a sleep-deprived face, and began to write a mission report.

As a qualified technical nerd with high IQ, Fushimi's ability to stay up late is definitely one of the best in Scepter4. The light blue-gray shadows in his eyes can be clearly seen in front of the light blue light of the screen. He casually pulled out the mission report of Daoming Temple and stared at it. A few lines of unfocused text, as well as a few schematic diagrams of the scene during the intervening period - trees, figures and streets comparable to children's stick figures, gritted their teeth hard.

"Rewrite."

After measuring the energy needed to get angry with the boiling anger, Fushimi rolled up these few pages and threw them on the next table, regardless of who was next door, dropped these two words, and started to do other things on his own. .

The team member next door who was secretly browsing the new album on the communicator shivered, quickly closed the page, looked up in horror, and found the report on the table. .

"Mr. Daomingsi~Start work~"

He deftly threw the report to Andy Daomingsi, who was next to him, and sneaked up to him amidst the other person's unloved face: "Speaking of which, you know that Mr. Fushimi is not easy to mess with, but how dare you?" Submit this kind of report? How did you do it?"

The young man who had just been awakened from his sleep by the terrible news looked dispirited, holding the report and crying, his eyes filled with aggrieved blankness: "No, I don't know...Of course Mr. Fushimi would help me correct it... "

The colleague immediately changed his expression of admiration, but he was not looking at him: "What?! Mr. Fushimi is willing to help you revise the report! What a gentle person!"

Fushimi Saruhiko, a genius, autistic, and official Saru who is very difficult to mess with at first glance: No, I just think that if I let him change it himself, he may not be able to change it until I die.

The two were whispering, Fushimi walked to the door of the chief's office with a few documents that needed to be signed, raised his hand and knocked on the door lazily a few times: "Director, I'm Fushimi."

The man's deep and calm voice came from the door: "Fushimi-kun, please come in."

Fushimi lowered his head and opened the door: "Director, these are documents that need your signature - why are you here?!"

The ending sound elongated and raised strangely, Fushimi stared at the black-haired young man sitting opposite the room chief like a ghost, his face changed again and again.

Munakata Reisi likes to drink tea, and his office has specially set up a tea room. Fushimi is no longer interested in the fact that the head of the office has really taken the tea room with him everywhere. The best way to deal with this troublesome boss is to treat him All actions are pretended not to see.

But another person who suddenly appeared here today made him unable to maintain his composure no matter what.

Munakata Reisi looked very happy, kneeling upright on the floor mat, watching his subordinates' expressions change, as if he found a lot of fun in it, while Jingujiquan, who was opposite him, turned back leisurely holding a cup , nodded politely to Fushimi: "Hello."

Fushimi gasped.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, Fushimi's personality is very delicate and sensitive. Although he always appears gloomy and violent, he seems very difficult to get close to... In fact, he is really hard to get close to, but he can imitate everyone who gets close to him. There is a vague perception.

Compared with the other idiots in the youth group who don't look easy to provoke but are actually simple-minded, Munakata Reiji is an absolute troublesome figure, with explosive force values ​​and good brains. He is a terrifying existence that is almost omniscient and omnipotent that Fushimi rarely admits. The previous boss couldn't be more appropriate.

And this man, who cheated him the first time they met, actually gave him a sense of trouble no less than Munakata.

The resistance in Fushimi's heart immediately showed on his face.

Jingujiquan gave him a gentle and contrived smile, and said in a tone that disgusted him, "Fushimi-kun, if you take a closer look, you may find that our clothes are very similar?"

The dark blue uniform is the unified standard of Scepter4, with only a few minor changes. It is meticulously worn on Munakata, but Fushimi is used to rolling up the sleeves, and the buttons are always buttoned casually. The shirt is also worn. It's very casual, and the youth's unrestrained and unrestrained skeleton is completely supported by the appearance and the beauty of the uniform itself.

But wearing the same uniform on Jingujiquan's body, there is a subtle... luster.

His clothes are the same as Zongxiang's, neatly dressed, his collars are neatly folded, more disciplined than elementary school students, his belt draws out his thin waist, and his sleeves are pulled up to his wrists, without even a single wrinkle.

But it just gives people a very strange feeling.

It may be that the last button of the neckline is unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt and a line of delicate skin underneath, or it may be the section of the wrist, the thin bones and the faint blue blood vessels, or it may be the dark eyebrows and pale face. On the face, the extremely light red at the end of the eyes is like a blade kissing the petals, with a desolate beauty.

In short, under all the neat abstinence, there is an almost arrogant beauty.

Very wonderful temperament.

It can compete with Munakata Reji, the Queen of Shaking S Abstinence.

Of course Fushimi didn't think so much, he was just immersed in the terrible fact that this troublesome guy wanted to join Scepter4 and become a colleague with himself, and couldn't get out of his mind to observe so much in a short time.

The above observations were made by the little angel of Daoming Temple who peeped in the dark after the head of the room led the people.

The door of the chief's office was pushed open again, and the deputy chief, Seri Awashima, walked in with a plate. When he passed by Fushimi, he gave him a suspicious look, as if he didn't understand why this capable colleague acted too hard. Peel here.

The blond woman put the plate in her hand between the two tea drinkers: "There is no suitable tea, so I made some red bean paste, please eat it with tea."

Jingongjiquan stared at the crimson unidentified object more than a foot high piled on the plate, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

He slowly raised his head to look at Reji Munakata across from him.

The blue king's strategizing calm smile was a little imperceptibly stiff, his eyes were fixed on the red bean mud mountain, and his hand holding the cup froze.

Jingujiquan and Munakata Reishi looked at each other, and could clearly see the solemnity in each other's eyes.

The black pupils dimmed slightly, and a white light flashed on the lens.

Two voices sounded at the same time: "Fushimi-kun, please come and have some tea together."

Seeing the deputy chief come in with red bean paste, Fushimi realized that something was wrong but didn't escape in time:? ? ?

really!He just said that these two people are very troublesome!