Night Rabbit Inquisitor

"Well……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also woke up from the dream, he opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Here... where is it?

It is a completely strange room.

With a dull pain in his head after a hangover, he rubbed his temples and frowned slightly.

He had slept for so long unprepared, and he was really drunk.

But then again...

What the hell was he getting drunk for?

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled it carefully, and when the memory was fully recovered, he suddenly covered his face, took a deep breath, and blushed from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.

"Really..." He raised his head, his eyes glazed over, "What the hell have I done?"

At the same time, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the door.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also shocked, he subconsciously grabbed the quilt to wrap himself tightly, covered his head and curled up into a ball.

The door was slowly opened.

"Brother Zhongye is still sleeping."

The voice of Shenyao is small.

"We must not let him drink casually in the future, Aru!"

"Shh, Kagura, please keep your voice down a little bit." Shenyao urged with her finger on her lips, "He must be too tired from his usual work, let him rest for a while."

Not only is he open all year round, but he can also work overtime vigorously. It is not an exaggeration to call Mr. Zhongye's boss, Mr. Mori, as Zhou's skinny.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard the light collision sound of the porcelain cup and the table, two sneaky little girls walked out on tiptoe, and then gently closed the door.

When their footsteps were far away, Zhongya Zhongya slowly poked his head out from under the quilt.

On the table was a jade bowl turned upside down with a porcelain bowl, and a piece of paper was pasted, with the words "hangover soup" written in very cute characters.

"..."

Is this where Kamyo lives?

Nakahara also lifted the quilt and sat up, only to realize that the clothes on his body had been replaced with black bathrobes.

...Speaking of which, who changed his clothes?

His mind was in a mess, Chuya didn't know what to do next, so he simply walked to the table and picked up the hangover soup, and took a sip.

The breeze blew past, opened the curtains of the room, and happened to reveal the entire scenery under the attic to Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes.

Continuous stretches of farmland, young samurai coming and going.

Looking at the entire Honmaru, the most eye-catching scenery is the beautiful cherry tree in the back mountain.

The pink cherry petals fluttered down with the wind, like a soft and dense flower rain, covering the grass in the back mountain softly.

The scenery is like a paradise.

"Yo!"

A silver-white head suddenly hung upside down outside the window, and Zhong Yuan was so shocked that he almost reflexively punched it.

Fortunately, after seeing his whole picture clearly, Zhongyuan Zhong also braked instantly.

Naka also has a little impression of Tsurumaru, he is the silver-haired young man who was chased and beaten by Kamito that day with a broom.

"Are you awake?"

Tsurumaru turned over and sat on the window sill, shaking his legs, looking at Nakaya with a smile.

Zhong Ye put the cup of hangover soup back on the table and nodded: "Ah, I'm awake."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga squinted his golden pupils and looked at him up and down, making Nakahara Chuya uncomfortable.

"...What's wrong?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Tsurumaru grinned, took out something from behind and handed it to him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a closer look and found that it was his hat, so he took it and put it on: "Thank you."

"Do you want me to show you around here?" Tsurumaru pointed out the window.

Although Chuya was not familiar with Tsurumaru, but judging from the fact that Kamyo could hit him with a broom without hesitation, Chuya blindly guessed that this was a troublesome guy like the bastard Dazai.

But he looks very familiar with Shenyao, so it's not easy to refuse directly.

"... Yesterday, after I got drunk, did something happen?" Nakahara asked.

"Nothing happened, right?" Tsurumaru scratched his head, "It's just that the clubhouse was demolished by you."

Zhong Ye: "..."

"In addition, Ms. Kagura said, I saw you and the lord lying together and fell asleep."

Chuya: "...??!!"

when?what's the situation?Did he do it?Why doesn't he know?

"Hahahaha! You don't need to put on such a shocked expression, do you?" Tsurumaru scratched his head and smiled carelessly: "Don't worry, the lord in Edo has been settled and will compensate according to the price. Our lord is the best All you need is money!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...Why do you suddenly feel a sense of guilt in your heart?

"No, I don't mean compensation. Since it is the building I damaged, I will definitely compensate." Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for a while: "I mean..."

"Oh, you can rest assured about this. My lord, she doesn't have the slightest impression of being drunk." Tsurumaru took out a draft paper of Shenyao on the table, and began to fold the paper cranes: "So, my lord, she doesn't have to. Responsible for you, or let you promise with your body."

"... What is this and what?" After hearing Tsurumaru's words, Nakahara Chuya's face turned red instantly, and the tail of his hair curled up like a cat's tail with fried hair: "What is responsible and what is the future?" Body promise?? This sounds too strange..."

What the hell did he do when he was drunk?

Moreover, no matter what, he can't just pretend that nothing happened just because he can't remember Shenyao!

"Could it be that you want my lord to be responsible to you?" Tsurumaru, who was busy making paper cranes, tilted his head.

"Why do you always focus on being responsible, please, don't talk about it..." Nakahara Zhongya squatted down and covered his face: "It's like I really did something strange..."

A 22-year-old young Hong Kong black cadre feels that he has encountered the biggest crisis in his life.

"How about I give you a suggestion?"

Tsurumaru raised his hand with sincere eyes.

"...What suggestion?" Nakahara Zhong also looked up at him.

"From now on, try to gain the approval of the lord, her father and mother, as well as the approval of our Honmaru for more than 40 vibrating swords." Tsurumaru patted his chest with confidence: "Just do this! Simple, right?"

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his face again.

In the final analysis, isn't this still related to being responsible?

"Why are you so entangled and don't want the lord to be responsible? Isn't the lord a cute girl?" Tsurumaru pointed to the vast space behind him: "And such a big place? Strictly speaking, it belongs to the lord, and she will also be in the future." Can make a difference at work, is there something wrong with my lord..."

"...I didn't mean that." Zhong Yuan lowered the brim of his hat habitually: "Of course she is a very good child...but I have always preconceived her as a child."

"So?" Tsurumaru tilted his head.

"I am 22 years old. As a mafia, as the leader's sharp blade, I have personally ruined countless lives for Yokohama and the organization."

When Zhong Ye said this, his face was solemn and serious, as if he was carrying countless heavy things on his back.

It's really hard to find such an honest guy in the world.

Tsurumaru thought.

"That's probably because you haven't seen the way the lord tears up the marching army..." Tsurumaru meowed softly.

Nakahara Chuya: "...?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Tsurumaru put the folded paper crane on the table, smiled slightly, and extended an invitation to him: "Mr. Nakaya, are you really not going to come down for a stroll? I can talk to you about my relationship with the lord." Something about her!"

Nakahara Chuya hesitated for a moment, but accepted Tsurumaru's proposal.

By the way, he glanced at the paper crane that Tsurumaru had just folded.

It was actually folded into two legs by Tsurumaru, and overall it looked like a demented paper crane having fun.

Chuya: ...Suddenly, I had such an ominous premonition.

—

The restoration of Honmaru was completed very quickly, and it was completely new in just a few days.

This time, Tosi was not locked in a basement or a small dark room, but was kindly invited into a certain Japanese room, where he stayed with the three extremely short fathers.

The strength of the full-level polarization dagger is quite terrifying.

After clearing up the current situation, Tuosi had no idea of ​​escape for the time being. He sat quietly in the Japanese room, drinking the tea poured to him by Maeda Toshiro.

"Mr. Maozi, are you bored?" Ranto Shiro approached with a smile, "Would you like to play cards?"

Tosi smiled: "If I win, you will let me go out, if I lose, you will become your subordinate, is this a bet?"

He has seen many of the usual routines.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Maozi?" Ranto Shiro smiled brightly: "How could we let you out without the permission of the lord? Besides, we don't need subordinates like you at all, you seem With such a weak physique, you can fall down when the wind blows, so if we take you to the battlefield, we must protect you, right?"

Tosi: "..."

So angry.

"Yeah, yeah, we just want to play cards with you because we're bored seeing you here alone." Baoding Tengshiro snorted angrily.

"...Just to play cards with me to relieve boredom?" Tosi opened his red eyes.

Ji Zhen nodded his head very briefly.

"Okay." Tosi smiled: "What do you want to play? Draw a joke card?"

"No, no, no, we are used to playing a game of four, which is a popular way of playing cards from the ancient Central Plains." Ranto Shiro began to shuffle the cards skillfully.

"Oh?" Tosi was a little curious: "Did it come from that ancient country? What kind of card playing method?"

"Fight the Landlord!" The extremely short people said in unison.

"...?"

—

When Zhongyuan Zhongye passed the corridor, he heard a sound of "popping" cards falling on the table, accompanied by impassioned teenagers such as "Two to eight!", "Two to two!", "Bomb!" Shout.

"Oh, oh, that's our newly built chess and card room in Honmaru." Tsurumaru patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder affectionately with the good posture of the two brothers: "One game of Wangyou, do you want to try a few? "

"...No need." Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed lightly.

The daily life of the samurai here is really rich and colorful. Not only can they plow the land, enjoy flowers, taste tea, raise animals, soak in hot springs, there are even chess and card rooms and movie screening halls, and entertainment facilities are available. Compare them Hong Kong black...it's a world of difference.

Although in most cases, the leader's attitude towards his subordinates is already very good, but in terms of the lifeless and rigid atmosphere of the grassroots personnel in Hong Kong and black all day long, there is really a gap in the contrast.

The companions and subordinates of Shenyao, one by one, have relaxed and happy smiles on their faces, which of course has something to do with the working atmosphere in which they live.

"This is the Kendo Gym, where we practice swordsmanship every day." Tsurumaru pointed to the Kendo Gym: "Since two years ago, only one person has set the record of undefeated duels, do you want to guess who it is? "

Nakahara Chuya: "...who is it?"

"It's the lord!" Tsurumaru smiled: "Although the lord likes to beat people directly with her fists, or just use an umbrella as a weapon, her swordsmanship is also very, very powerful. Under normal circumstances, one sword can give us down."

Thinking back carefully, when they were young and ignorant, they also preconceivedly labeled the protagonist as weak, pitiful and helpless.

Now I just sigh that I was too young at that time.

"... Shenyao is very powerful." Zhong Yuan also lowered his eyes.

After such a long absence, he was finally able to understand carefully what kind of person that girl who suddenly broke into his world was.

"Yes, my lord, she is amazing, whether it is now or in the past." Tsurumaru sighed: "A long time ago, her mother died and her brother ran away from home, so she came to the earth from such a distant planet to find Work……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into memory: "Actually, at the very beginning, I always thought that she was created by the laboratory..."

Tsurumaru was stunned: "...Huh?"

Young man, your brain is indeed much bigger than ours.

"However, regarding Shenyao's mother...is she a real resurrection, or—" Zhong Yuanzhong hesitated to speak.

Tsurumaru shook his head: "The lord's mother is not resurrected, but the soul has not been annihilated, and a body has been recreated to store the soul."

"... Is such a thing real?" Nakahara Zhong also slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't believe me? Then let me give another example from myself." Tsurumaru patted the sword body on his waist: "You think I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but in fact it is the real Tsurumaru Kuninaga. We They are all human figures transformed from swords."

"You... are not human?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked.

"Yes, according to the current world, we are called Touken Fusangshen." Tsurumaru pointed to the long-sealed forging room: "We were all forged from the furnace by the lord, and the lord forged the sword." We, and then use spiritual power to sign a contract with us, so we will call the lord her the lord."

"...I thought this was something that would only appear in comics and movies."

The huge amount of information made Zhongyuan Zhong also full of consternation.

In fact, his initial laboratory deduction was the most scientific one, and the real facts were more mysterious than his previous guesses.

"Thank you for telling me these things." Nakahara Nakaya bowed slightly, expressing his heartfelt thanks to the silver-haired and white-clothed Fu Sangshen in front of him.

At least for now, he feels that he understands some myths better.

Although Fu Sangshen in front of him gave him an unreliable first impression, after getting along for a long time, he found that the other party was actually a guy who was easy to get along with and comfortable to communicate with.

"Hahahaha, no thanks." Tsurumaru waved his hand: "If you really want to thank me so much, why don't you help me do the inside story? My lord, she punished me several times today. Let's take advantage of it Finish it quickly while she's away, okay, please, Mr. Nakahara Chuya, use your supernatural power to do this and that..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's words inexplicably reminded him of how Osamu Dazai begged him to help him work overtime.

Blinking his bright eyes, he said Zhongye-kun, please, please, you are the best. After it was over, he gave him a lot of work, patted his ass, and went to other places to fish and play, causing him to work overtime for two days .

This guy named Tsurumaru has exactly the same routine as that bastard Osamu Dazai.

Damn it!Don't underestimate him!He will not be easily fooled!

He actually felt that this guy was reliable just now, that must be an illusion!

—

"Itachi, are your eyes dry? Do you want eye drops?"

"……Need not."

"Aren't you tired of keeping the kaleidoscope on? Do you want to close your eyes and rest for a while?"

"……Need not."

"Itachi God, are you thirsty? Would you like me to pour you some water?"

"..."

"If it doesn't work, would you like me to rub your stiff shoulders?"

"..."

After noticing Uchiha Itachi's deep and helpless gaze, Sakata Gintoki shyly withdrew his hands from wanting to take this opportunity to touch his idol, and took two steps back: "What, I'm sorry, I just saw the idol for a while It would be so exciting…”

"But Ah Yin, didn't you say before that Uchiha Itachi bears the family's blood feud and is both good and evil. At first glance, he is a perfect and charming character created for popularity. If you fall in love with him, you will completely fall into the original author's conspiracy? ?”

Shimura Shinpachi recounted the original words of Sakata Gintoki with cold eyes.

"Ah? What nonsense are you talking about? Boy with virgin glasses?" Sakata Gintoki stared: "No one, no one in this world! I won't like Uchiha Itachi after watching Hokage! Uchiha Itachi he It is the most perfect existence in this world!"

Itachi: ...Thanks for your love.

He really didn't know that he would be so popular in other worlds.

After reporting the information about Edo to the current affairs side, they can go back.

The owner of Xinghaifang sat anxiously by the door and waited for Jiang Hua. When she came out, he hurried forward to meet her: "How is it?"

"The founder of the Government of Time said, let me pass you a gift."

"...?" Xinghai Fangzhu pointed to himself, and asked tentatively: "A gift for me?"

That's weird, he obviously didn't put much effort into the task.

Xinghai Fangzhu took the gift bag from his wife, opened it, and found that it was a bottle of hair growth spray.

Master Xinghaifang: "..."

"As the founder of some kind of government, how can you care about external things like appearance??" The master of Xinghaifang gritted his teeth and accused him, and turned on the hair growth spray in a distasteful manner, and sprayed fiercely on the top of his head, muttering while spraying. : "Really! Hair loss is a common problem for middle-aged men! I really don't understand why they want to emphasize this problem?"

Anger is anger, and it must be used.

Divine Ballad: "..."

Kagura: "...Daddy, if you have the ability, don't use the things they gave you, Alu."

The black technology hair tonic from the founder of the Government of Time has an immediate effect.

Almost as soon as the hair growth spray was sprayed on the front feet, a head of black and beautiful waist-length hair grew on the head of the bald man on the back feet, which was a hundred times softer and smoother than the hair when he was young.

Everyone: ...? ? ?

Kagura slapped the table: "...Fuck! There is such a magical hair tonic Alu in the world?"

The master of Xinghaifang shook his head vigorously, and his hair became silky and flowing like a Rejoice advertisement.

But, damn it, when he touched this hair, his eyes were unexpectedly moist.

The master of Xinghaifang swallowed all the words that had just ridiculed the government of the time.

He was wrong!He will be Shi Zheng's father's licking dog for the rest of his life!

Shen Yao: "...Papa's hair, they seem to have a mind of their own now."

Jiang Hua shook his head helplessly when he saw Master Xinghaifang stroking his newly grown hair in ecstasy.

"Okay, okay, before dancing ecstatically for the new hair, do something with me first." She smiled with her lips curled up: "It's also time for the rebellious son to calm down."

—

At the same time, in the Edo of the earth, in the underground flower street of Yoshihara.

"Captain, what happened after you entered the space station that day?"

(Because he was knocked off the cliff last time) Afutu, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, persistently chased Shenwei and asked, "Did you eliminate the mysterious enemy that Yewang Fengxian said wanted to exterminate Yetu?"

"……not me."

It was rare for Kamui not to show a smirk, and he replied very coldly.

The group leader was very repulsive about this issue, and he was silent for many days after he came back.

This also means that something that was unacceptable according to the head's thinking did happen that day?

Afutu couldn't figure it out, so he had to continue to report: "Although the old friend of Ye Wang Fengxian regained consciousness, he couldn't be rescued because of excessive blood loss."

Kamui lazily let out an oh.

"Xinghai Fangzhu has come to Earth."

Afutu's next words made Shenwei slowly raise his head, and diverted his gaze to him.

"...what did he come to Earth for?"

When Kamui mentioned his father's name, only hatred and murderous intent remained in Kamui's eyes.

Kamui suddenly realized something, he raised his head abruptly:

"Could it be that that dead bald man is coveting his mother again??"

Afu Rabbit: "...?"

If I remember correctly, Shenwei's mother, the wife of Xinghai Fangzhu, had actually passed away a few years ago, right?

Now let's talk about coveting or not...

The old lady Afutu couldn't help but began to worry about the future of the second head of her family.

This, this, this, he will not be thinking about his mother's illness, right? ?

In order to divert the leader's attention, Afutu's brain was running rapidly.

Wanting to divert a night rabbit's attention from the bad news is probably to release another more explosive bad news.

Afutu pretended to hum a song unintentionally, turned on the TV, and tuned to the replay of yesterday's Kabukicho "bombing" in Edo.

"Commander, Edo is not peaceful recently." Afutu coughed hard, trying to divert Kamui's attention to the TV: "By the way, Commander, look at the survivors of the bombing ruins, she looks like Unlike your sister?"

"...?"

Two idiot sisters?Aren't they in another world with their mother now?

Shenwei frowned and raised his head, just in time to see the comfortable and beautiful picture of Shenyao and Zhongya lying in the ruins in the replay, lying face to face and sleeping peacefully.

Shenwei, the head of Chunyu's Seventh Division, had his pupils quake in an instant.