Bird: K of Green

Cutting, tuk tuk, tuk tuk, reverberation, shuttle.

Fushimi followed behind Munakata on the left.After the head of the room came out from there, he kept caressing the Buddhist beads hidden in his sleeve with his innocent hands. The Buddha head and thread were newly replaced.However, whether it is Panzhou Tianji or Munakata Reishi, any belief is futile to them, and it is ironic. No belief can save a wounded soul. The soul will either die like the former or be torn like the latter.

So looking at the kings, the green king is indeed the most special, such a person who is not surprised by honor or disgrace, and can take it in and out freely. Unfortunately... Fushimi turned his head and looked at the woman on the right who met for the first time. The woman deliberately avoided her eyes.Fushimi sighed inwardly, thinking of the green radishes on the desk.It's a pity that the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. For Bishuiliu, the fate is a bit miserable.

"Fushimi-kun, you seem to be dissatisfied with my arrangement." Munakata didn't turn his head while speaking, his voice was raised in the redundant words, and the thoughts of the three people became a countercurrent.

Fushimi said, "No."

"Although you have done nothing in this incident, but after all, you have had contact with Bishuiliu, so it doesn't matter if you have any thoughts."

Following the ups and downs of Zongxiang's words, the group of people has come to an end.The electronic door, the woman scanned the terminal, the door opened, and only Munakata and Fushimi stepped out. In front was the elevator that took over the ground.

"Kimura-kun, thank you for your hard work."

"Please don't worry, Munakata-sama," the woman made a thorough salute, "I will never let down your trust."

Fushimi glanced at her, and sneered in his heart, slandering that he was a climber.A medical worker, with mediocre appearance and no figure, throws something that can't be found in the crowd, and wants to be able to climb into the chief's bed... as long as the eyes are good enough.He glanced again, and there was something special about those eyes, the eyelashes were curled up, and the water red was charming. Upon closer inspection, the three-point charm really looked like someone.Plus a good voice, crisp and lingling, only to hear her say again: "My lord, if the King of Silver asks for a visit..."

"Only the king himself has the right of visitation. However, in any case, you can report to me directly with your authority, and you must be the first time. Can you do it?"

On a moonlit night in spring, the silver light shines brightly, the vegetation grows lushly, the forests are so luxuriant, and the gaps are hidden by the forests. It can be seen that the outer ring is sparkling under the starry sky.The woods are surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the high and low roofs can be vaguely glimpsed from the other side. The most clearly recognizable building is a clock tower, brightly lit and shining in the dark.

Outside the earth slope prosthetic barrier, the helicopter parked in the open area is ready to start, but Munakata is not in a hurry to go there.

"You haven't answered my question, Fushimi-kun."

"Ah? ——Oh, it's inconvenient for me to have someone I don't know just now," Fushimi smacked his lips, "Well...and I don't quite understand why you brought me here today, Deputy Chief Awashima is your deputy. , I still have a lot of work to do..."

"Fushimi-kun," Munakata interrupted him, "People have to pay for their actions. Based on your limited understanding of him in Kanagawa during this time, do you think the price he paid is enough?"

Munakata worked continuously for nearly [-] hours, and only stared for two or three hours in between. There were two thick dark circles hidden behind the lenses.Of course Fushimi is not much stronger than him.

"Not enough." Fushimi replied bluntly, "Excuse me, Chief, a person like him should die in a vigorous battle, instead of being left somewhere to live with drugs to wither away. In an irresponsible way , I think you should give him a good time."

"You're really blunt."

"You must tell me."

Zongxiang didn't continue the conversation, dusted off his clothes, and walked towards the helicopter.

The rebellious party was at the beginning of peace, the current situation was uncertain, and the power of the three kings was controlled by each other. Due to Bishuiliu's own real situation, the place of detention was chosen as the S-level abyssal death prison that the King of Gold advocated for construction 14 years ago but has never been put into use.For so many years, no matter whether it was an outsider's campaign or a supernatural person's dispute, there had never been an S-class recidivist. I didn't expect that the first person to be locked up was a majestic king.Perhaps this prison is really the cage that Guochang Road Dajue prepared early to prevent accidents...

Munakata shook his head. It was a coincidence that it happened to be under the jurisdiction of the Silver King. Therefore, in order to maintain balance, the Silver King had to agree that the supervision work would be assigned by Scepter4.Nothing wrong, Scepter4 must be responsible.He crushed the soil under his feet with the toe of his shoe, this island, yes, it was this island, he delivered Zhou Fang's liberation with his own hands, it really was an ominous place.

He felt at ease only when he was more painful than the flow of water.

"By the way... Fushimi-kun, you don't know Kimura-kun's full name, do you?"

There was only a slight ticking sound in the dimly lit room.

The woman walked over, adjusted the infusion rate a little faster, then put her hand on the patient's forehead and neck, and pressed the pulse.What a strange pulse rate... She knew that this person hadn't fallen asleep, and people couldn't fall asleep under repeated neuralgia.

"Better than Shui-sama, my name is Yukari Kimura."

The opponent trembled.

She added: "You can call me Yukari. Good night."

22

At the end of March and the beginning of April, Tokyo is in the most intensive period of foreign personnel flow in a year.

People of all ages, men and women, often laugh.Again, the things above have nothing to do with the people, we don't care whether human beings make progress, we don't care whether righteousness will last forever, we don't care whether you are for us or not.It is enough for us to have our own low table, my father gets a raise and promotion, my mother is more beautiful than Sora Aoi, I am at the top, and I am happier than you.Well, I'm not being sarcastic at all.Think about it carefully, none of us have the right to know, what we know is only what you are willing to let us know.

This is the case, in the fast-paced information age, no matter how hot the hot spots of public opinion are, they cannot stand the passage of time. No matter how much noise you made in Kanagawa two weeks ago, in the eyes of unimportant people, it is just the frame of the news newspapers, and the talk between classes.How many unstable news in the world are waiting for someone to refresh, no matter 14 years ago or 14 years later, who would feel sad for "Kanagawa" in the daytime.

Only the people in the story are either fools or lunatics.

People under high workload are prone to fine points.It was obvious that he was close to being perfect, so Fushimi could only slander and babble.

The "3 Kanagawa Terrorist Case" clean-up period has not yet passed, and the household registration review week for foreign employees is underway, and the cabinet reelection is approaching.Munakata's head is probably about to join the political arena, and he speaks disdainfully, and he is doing everything right. Although JUNGLE has ceased operation at this stage, the director is still planning to ban it directly. Its popularity is wide and influential, and it is said that there is no rush. As a result, the work has not yet started. The director went to the agency to meet with the high-level officials. lay down.What exactly did the higher-ups say? The head of the office didn't mention it to anyone after he came back. Judging from his face, it seemed that there was something else hidden.

I am busy, and my boss hides everything, so Fushimi has no time to break down the big and small, nor is he in the mood to recall the past.Those days in Kanagawa were just a phase of life for this young man who had a career in officialdom.So when he finished complaining and drank coffee in his busy schedule, some cognitions were long overdue.

He is a survivor.

If what he did was exposed, he would be dead anyway.

Bi Shuiliu was kind enough to him, saying he would leave a way out for him, and he did what he said.

Black coffee is really bitter.Fushimi held the mug together, rubbing the emerald green bird printed on the body of the mug with his fingertips.

Yes, at the end of the tunnel filled with the words of the victims, you sit in the treetops, hidden in the light.You say that whether people do a certain behavior depends on only one influencing factor, that is, the consequences of the behavior.You and I are chess pieces, and you will always look like you have an insight into the chess game, and you will give me the right to choose.What about you, did you anticipate today's consequences at the beginning of your actions?Or you are willing, willing to put yourself on the chessboard forever for a certain "consequence" you want, even if you have to bet on the 30.00% price of eternal torture, you still have to give up all of yourself.

I am in no way sarcastic at you.On the contrary, I admire you.

You said you were looking forward to me.You throw out words that educate me.And the last two sentences you gave me are blessings and farewell.

Fushimi looked at the pot of green radish that was placed in the corner of the desk, which he hadn't looked at seriously for a long time.

Spring and summer communication, which should usher in a prosperous scene, has begun to wither.The leaves and branches of the velvet are all wilting and withering, Fushimi is a little worried, and the green color that hits is about to fade away.

Isolated islands grow in bays, and deep in dense forests, earth and rocks grow again.The bottom of the abyss is secluded, wrapped in tranquility, it is still tranquility.

Kimura carefully injected the light blue liquid into her patient. CH-N9, which she newly formulated, has unknown side effects and is suspected to have an acute hallucinogenic reaction.

The arm under the palm was shriveled and thinner than when she first touched it.This person lay quietly in front of her, feeling that he had lost his vitality, only his slow and long breathing made people know that he was still alive.The extremely fragile and light sense of existence is not suitable for someone like him who once stood at the top.

Fortunately, he can't die.

After that night, Kimura has not communicated with him yet.He didn't say a word, as if he was dumb, if she hadn't heard his thanks... Kimura shook his head.

The willpower of this person is very strong.

She took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket and scribbled down a few notes on the record sheet.For sixteen days, no clues about the noxious stimulus reaction could be found based on the external manifestations alone. However, with the intermittent vomiting, she knew that the drug reaction he was experiencing was very strong.In the past two weeks, she tried four kinds of neurological drugs on him. The ingredients and properties were complex, and they were formulated after careful calculation. agents that have been presumed to be likely to injure living organisms