save the judge

Shiraishi's back tensed all of a sudden, and he stared at Jingujiquan. The black-haired young man turned a blind eye to his gaze, poured out the cold tea in the cup, lifted the teapot to fill it up, and politely told him Shiraishi gestured.

Shiraishi rejected him with a wave of his hand. He took out a cigarette case with one hand in his pocket, and was about to shake out a cigarette when he remembered that Jingujiquan was not in good health, so he put the cigarette back into the case irritably: "You think too much .”

Jingujiquan laughed: "Really?"

After thinking for a while, Jingujiquan said calmly: "Since I'm thinking too much, then so be it. It's all because of me, and I won't make things difficult for you. You don't need to do it. I'll break him. It's a big deal. In the future, I won't forge mustache again, but it's a pity that my spiritual power is still connected with other Fusangshen, otherwise it's not impossible to die with him."

He spoke lightly and slowly, without pausing from the beginning to the end. He talked about life and death, but his tone was no different from talking about the weather.

Baishi let out a "tsk" forcefully, probably never seen such an unreasonable person, but this person is still the junior he wants to take care of, and his expression is not good: "How can you think so?"

Jingongjiquan asked inexplicably: "Why can't I think so? Isn't it common sense to be a human being to repay kindness?"

Although wandering around in various worlds all year round, he believes that the basic moral bottom line is still very firm.

Baishi gritted his teeth, shook out a cigarette in a state of distraught, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it twice, but he still didn't light it: "I didn't want to tell you."

Jingongjiquan raised his eyes slightly, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

Shiraishi didn't notice his eyes, he looked outside, and turned his head: "Current affairs cannot tolerate the existence of the Dark Lord Fusangshen, there is no doubt about it, no matter how high and powerful you are, you don't have the right to let a dark man go. Falling into mourning."

He tapped his fingers on the tea table twice, as if joking: "Of course, unless you are willing to send him to the research department as a test subject."

This joke is not funny at all. Jingujiquan stared at Shiraishi quietly with his dark eyes, raised his hands and surrendered, and then asked: "He can't be accommodated here, so there is another place that can?"

His question was so sharp that the corner of Baishi's mouth twitched, and he regretted mentioning it for a while.

It's a pity that he didn't turn back when he opened the bow, and the traces had already been revealed. He couldn't make Jingujiquan withdraw his curiosity and shut up, so he could only keep talking: "Actually... I found this out in private."

"Current affairs often hold conferences of god judges, as well as various small gatherings organized by themselves among the god judges. There are all kinds of things. This news has appeared for a long time. I don't know whether it is true or not. I have verified that if you are interested, I can only give you a general contact method so that you can find someone yourself, after all, this topic is too sensitive."

Jingongjiquan leaned forward slightly, and finally showed a little eagerness on his face: "What is the news?"

His eagerness made Baishi feel relieved, and the sense of regret also faded like the tide: "Um..."

He suddenly changed the subject: "Although I didn't grow up watching you, I'm also your elder. If I wasn't afraid that you would go astray, I shouldn't have told you about this."

Jingongjiquan responded with kindness: "What you said is that if there is no other way, I wouldn't want to cause you trouble."

His answer seemed to satisfy Shiraishi, and the relaxed temperament in the other party's bones was revealed without any concealment. He grabbed the cigarette case and tore it open, turned the largest piece of cardboard whiteboard upwards, and took out the cigarette case. A water pen that doesn't even have a cap, and it takes two or three strokes in a row to make any traces.

Jingujiquan watched him write an address on the paper silently, and pushed the paper over: "Go here, there are people here every Wednesday."

Jingujiquan stretched out a finger and pressed on the piece of paper, and glanced at the address on it. It seemed to be the address of a shop in Wanwu, and it looked like a flower seller.

"Wanwu... I heard Qingguang said that it also belongs to the current affairs management?"

"Of course." Shiraishi gathered up the pieces of paper from the cigarette pack, forcibly wrapped the few cigarettes inside, stuffed them into his pocket together with the pitiful-looking fountain pen, and replied without raising his head.

"Then why do they have a deal with..." Jingujiquan rubbed his fingertips on the slippery piece of paper, "does they have deals with organizations that are opposed to current politics?"

Baishi's movements stagnated for a moment, and he raised his head with a smile after a while: "What is against current politics—"

Probably because Jingu Jiquan looked at the idiot in his eyes too clearly, Shiraishi couldn't pretend to be stupid halfway through, and anyway, he would know everything after he went there, so it really doesn't make sense to pretend to be stupid now, "Okay, indeed In some concepts, it is different from current affairs, but it cannot be said that it is an opposition..."

Jingujiquan was still rubbing the piece of paper, and his fingertips were stained with some black ink that had not yet dried up. While Shiraishi was still rambling, he said abruptly, "Is it the time-traveling army?"

His voice was calm and emotionless, but the song made Shiraishi's hair stand on end suddenly, and he was about to jump over the table with his backhand to grab Jingujiquan's neck. Fortunately, he finally realized who the person on the other side was. , forcibly changed the route, and made a funny and blunt gesture of clenching his fist and hammering on the table.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

A suffocating silence permeated this small space. Suddenly there was a strong wind outside, and the bamboo forest was rustling. From time to time, bamboo leaves floated in and fell to the ground.

"You are very smart...too smart..." In the end, Baishi was defeated in this silent confrontation first. He turned his eyes first, and when he said this, his tone was not only pure appreciation, but also mixed with A little bit of regret.

Jingujiquan didn't have the time to explore the source of that regret, Shiraishi had already calmed down: "What you said...is right. You don't need to know this, and knowing too much will always lead to no good results. When you go here Pretend you don't know anything, keep your mouth shut, come out when you're done, don't let them feel that you already know, remember?"

His tone was a bit harsh, and the way he told Jingujiquan had a bit of prestige from an elder.

Jingujiquan was noncommittal, and asked after a long time: "When did you join them?"

Baishi smiled wryly: "Join...don't beautify my behavior like this, I know what you mean. It was seven or eight years ago that I learned of their existence by accident."

"In fact, when I knew about this matter, I couldn't believe it at all. In a place with such strong political supervision, on the streets where countless god-inspectors come and go... there is actually an organization of the Time Traveling Army? How many are there? The interrogators joined them? How many political personnel are their members? Who is behind them? These questions bother me almost every day, and keep me awake all day long..."

"Until one day they approached me and persuaded me to join them."

Holding the unlit cigarette in his hand, Baishi was silent for a long time, skipped all the process, and wrote lightly: "I agree."

Jingongjiquan listened to him, his expression remained unchanged, and he waited until he finished speaking before saying, "Do you want me to join?"

He calmly narrated: "When I came over, Qingguang and An Ding explained the matter clearly. Although you were very firm about the execution of Mustache, you have been stopped by Yaoken and said that it is for me. Whether it's for saving face or sympathy, the smell that induces me to speak to you is too strong."

Jingujiquan inserted his fingers into the teacup, washed off the dry ink marks on his hands with the tea, and watched the black and gray water mist swirling out of the cup of tea: "I thought it was because I was thinking too much..."

Shiraishi pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and changed the topic: "There are a lot of judges like you who don't know anything. This is just a selection process. You just need to show that you are not interested. They are also very cautious in choosing members. Never act like you know what."

He didn't answer yes or no to the previous question.

Jingujiquan raised his eyes and stared at him expressionlessly: "My mother, what is the real cause of death?"

Baishi's expression didn't change at all, and he replied in a deep voice: "The coordinates of Honmaru were captured by the time-traveling army, encountered a siege, and died of exhaustion in the battle."

Jingong Siquan didn't stop for a while, and then asked: "Is the coordinate capture caused by human beings?"

Bai Shi answered smoothly and naturally: "Accident."

Jingujiquan stopped talking, and said coldly after a long time: "You have clearly seen the battle that sent her to death, but you became a traitor."

Baishi gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles puffed up, and let out a long breath: "Yes, I am a coward. I was afraid of going through that scene again, so I surrendered. I am ashamed of my senior. But I want to live, what's wrong ?"

There was nothing wrong with his question, but Jingu Jiquan felt as if struck by lightning, and his fingers that were holding the teacup steadily were trembling.

He could find no reason to refute.

Is there anything wrong with wanting to live?

He answered in his heart, no, because this is what he was after.

Looking at Shiraishi, Jingujiquan felt the coldness oozing from his bones for the first time.

"You are not wrong," he suddenly lost all desire to talk to Baishi, and murmured, "Maybe I was wrong."

Shiraishi's eyes showed a moment of bewilderment, but Jingujiquan still ignored him: "I will cut my mustache and pretend I don't know anything."

The black-haired young man stood up with his hands on the table, and walked over him: "Let's not see each other again in the future."

Shiraishi's face was gloomy, and after Jingujiquan left, he sat in the tea room for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and overturned the teacup on the table.

The spilled ice-cold tea soaked all over his sleeves, Shiraishi gritted his teeth, picked up his saber from the ground, and walked across the field to the time-turner in the courtyard without turning his eyes.

Seeing a faint beam of golden light on the other side of the courtyard on the Tianshou Pavilion, Jingujiquan turned around and knelt and sat in front of the short table leaning on Yaoken. Although he was holding a few herbs in his hand, he was obviously absent-minded, and his eyes kept looking to the side.

A new knife rack was moved into the master bedroom, on which was placed a Taidao with a light brown scabbard, as if there was no fusangshen in it.

Jingongjiquan turned his head and saw the scene where Xiwan was holding a dried flower and throwing it into a pile of rhizomes again. He could not help but sigh softly: "Keiwan, Yaoken, come with me to Wanwu in the afternoon."

He doesn't believe a single word Baishi said, people are always used to beautify their actions in words and cast aside all responsibility, but for the sake of mustache, he can pretend that he didn't find those ridiculous loopholes, try to believe in it part.