[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

After contacting Aizen and knowing that the other party will come to Teiko to work tomorrow, Yuejian can only wait for a while even if he is worried.

However, after hearing his brief introduction, Lan Ran also comforted him on the phone, saying that Fu Sangshen has his own personality, which has nothing to do with his wishes.

After all, it is an artifact that has been experienced for hundreds of years. Even if it is now manifested with Yuejian's spiritual power, Fu Sangshen, who has long had spiritual knowledge, will not change his character in his bones just because of a casual sentence.

Of course, hearing the uneasiness in Yue Jian's mouth, Aizen still agreed to meet with Fu Sangshen.

The time is set for tomorrow afternoon, one after school and one after get off work.

"So it's not Daopo, but Fusangshen."

Hanging up the phone, Aizen walked out of his own office of the Fifth Division with his hands in his hands, ready to go to Liuhun Street outside Jingling Court.

I haven't seen that child for a few days, what should I buy him?

Aizen smiled softly, and said hello to the Grim Reapers who looked at him with admiring eyes, while thinking casually.

Because Shishiro Ukitake likes children and is the eldest son of the family, he always carries a lot of snacks with him.Seeing the younger Shinigami, he would involuntarily feed him. Toshirō Hitsugaya, the captain of the [-]th division who has not been in office for a short time and still maintains his youthful body, has always been fed to the hardest hit areas.

He remembered that those snacks should be from the second district of Liuhun Street, a famous fruit shop.

Relying on his excellent memory, Aizen dug out from the depths of his sophisticated brain the name of the shop printed on the snacks that Toshirō Hitsugaya was holding, which he had only seen a few times, turned his foot and walked towards the second district.

Amidst the respectful voice of the gatekeeper of Baidao Gate in Jingling Court, Lan Ran finally remembered that the second district belongs to the west district of Liuhun Street, which has always been the private land of Sifengyuan family, one of the four nobles.

"In other words, it's Kisuke Urahara's headquarters?"

Aizen stroked his chin, turned a blind eye to the residents of Ruhun Street who were nervously dodging because of the captain Haori on his body, but couldn't help but look at them, and maintained his usual gentle smile. After asking how to get to the store, he went In the trembling eyes of the other party, a shunpo disappeared.

An ordinary god of death can frighten this group of good and obedient citizens, let alone a captain-level figure.

Aizen Soyousuke is not the alcoholic captain of the Eighth Division, because he has no pretensions when drinking and drinking everywhere, so the residents of Ruhun Street will not be afraid after seeing too many.

In fact, Aizen, who is gentle and good-tempered in Shinigami, is not as popular as Jingle Shunsui in Rukon Street because he doesn't go out much.

He is just too busy.

Especially after he decided to be the teacher of the child Teruhashi Tsukimi, he frequently wandered around in the present world, the soul world, and the virtual world. Even if he was as energetic as him, he gave up teaching in Mao at the beginning, which is good for finding more good seedlings. Naturally, it is a position with greater advantages.

He knew that there were some people among his subordinates who were puzzled by his decision.However, because he has never made a mistake in his decision-making and has always trusted him, no one objected.

It's like a bunch of puppets without self-thinking.

For various reasons, they followed him and obeyed his orders.If you were any person with a strong desire for power, you would be happy to have such subordinates.

However, Aizen felt suffocated.

No matter how easy it is to use, those people will never understand his thoughts.

Those people are just tools.

"Sweet and sour snacks are packed in one serving. It doesn't matter if they are a little sour, but not too sweet."

Facing the shop owner who came up to him with a friendly but not obsequious smile, Aizen pushed the eyes on his nose, and casually said it was a big deal.

Hearing this, the store owner smiled more sincerely.

"Master Captain, did you buy these for the juniors at home?"

Quickly pick out the taste that suits you, and the portion of each small snack is not too much, not too much to take advantage of a big man like the captain who is not short of money, nor too little to make it look like you can't sell it.The businessman with an exquisite mind is used to doing this, and the speed of packing is very fast, which will definitely not let the waiting adults feel that they are wasting time and get bored.

"Yes, a junior I like very much."

The man with brown slightly curly hair spoke in a soft tone like his whole temperament, especially when he talked about this junior, he was a little warmer, and he sounded like he liked it very much.

Also, if they didn't really care about it, how could these adults who basically don't eat snacks come out of Jingling Court specially, and they even care about the taste.

Carrying a small paper bag in his hand, the concept of time in the soul world is not strong, and the slow pace of life makes everything for the residents no different from the ancient times hundreds of years ago.

Even the paper that packs the snacks is full of traces of old handwork.

I don't know, is it the same as the world of corpses and souls?Aizen was suddenly full of curiosity.

However, judges will visit the world regularly to observe new occupations and make adjustments for new crimes. It is presumably not as boring and full of decay as this world of corpses and souls!

Supposedly less boring hell.

"How many is this?"

Ghost Lantern frowned, his murderous expression made the dead kneeling in front of the judgment stand tremble unconsciously.

"This is the third time this month."

Ono Huang, the Assistant Officer of the First Hall who personally invited the person, handed the information in his hand to Ghost Lantern. When he saw the death information of the deceased, he knew that this matter could not be dragged on any longer.

There are always many dead people who come to hell to report before Yangshou arrives, and hell has no service to send people back.After all, Yangshou is only a theoretical value. Most people can live to this number, and they may live a few more years if they do good deeds all the year round.

However, it is normal to live less than this time.Now that it has come, hell will continue, judge the good and evil in front of you, and enter the process.

As I said before, people who are generally good and evil within the normal range will directly enter the world of corpses and souls.The person in front of him is obviously someone who should enter the world of corpses and souls, but now he appears in hell, obviously with a long life and full of resentment.

"They were all killed by the same person?"

The ghost lamp who read the information raised his eyebrows, because there are many dead people who were killed and sent to hell, but those who died at the hands of serial killers cannot be said to be common.Logically speaking, the other world will not interfere with the human beings in this world.

However, although he is usually off-line, Ono Huang, who has always been prudent, invited the first assistant officer of hell to the first hall, which means...

"According to this frequency, more and more people will die abnormally."

Yes, the dead who died abnormally like this also have to go to hell, record their experiences and hand them over to the records department.As evidence against the murderer who later died.

If they wished, they could also participate in the trial of sinners as witnesses.

"There are too many dead with resentment, and it's not a good thing."

It is this little resentment that is nothing to him, the number one cursing god in hell, but it is not a small matter to human beings.

Really, it is another trouble that increases the workload.

Ghost Lamp clicked his tongue inwardly, flipped through the files of the deceased, but couldn't find any relevant information for a while.

This is the trouble with serial killers. As long as they don't show their faces, even the dead will not know who the killer is.Naturally, the innate god who is in charge of recording words and deeds beside the deceased cannot record the sinner's information.

Often only after the murderer dies and goes to hell, the hell can judge according to the life of the other party.And at this time, some dead people may not be able to wait any longer, and they will reincarnate directly after dispelling their grievances.This kind is not bad, but the bad thing is that some of the dead have a deeper resentment, and eventually stay in hell, unable to reincarnate.

This is also the reason why Ghost Lantern asked Yan Moai to be the hell girl.

The so-called sending resentment to hell is actually eliminating resentment and cutting off cause and effect.

"Eggplant, go to my desk and bring my mobile phone."

Since the dead can't find any information about the murderer, Yan Moai is simply invited as a hell girl who specializes in eliminating resentment. She is naturally more sensitive in this regard.Moreover, she has been active in this world all year round, and if she wants to ask for news, no one is more suitable than her.

Half an hour later, a girl with black hair and red eyes wearing a modern high school girl sailor uniform appeared in the first hall of hell.

After saying hello to King Qin Guang, Ghost Lantern and Ono Huang, her eyes fell on the resentful dead man, she was silent for a while, and then said to Ghost Lantern.

"Do you remember that kid you brought into hell before?"

See you on the moon?

Ghost Lamp raised his eyes from the long scroll, his calm eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"As I said, he was resented, deeply."

At the same time, in this world.

Because Aizen wasn't here, and he was worried about the newcomer Fusangshin, Tsukimi had already made plans to skip going to the Kendo and Horticulture Departments today, and go home with Akashi in the student council president's room after finishing his business.

What's more, there is also a dojo at home, and there is a swordsman Fu Sangshen to accompany him, which is much more interesting than training alone.

Thinking of this, Yue Jian walked out a little briskly, and the usual gentle and smiling face rarely showed a bit of youthful liveliness.

It may be that this unusualness attracted the attention of the students. Along the way, Yue Jian always felt that the eyes of everyone looking at her were a bit hotter than usual.

Many boys and girls held notebooks in their hands, eagerly planning something.

Yuejian didn't take it to heart, he grew up surrounded by many eyes, these were not a big deal at all.

However, this happy mood is destined not to last for too long.

Before he could approach the school gate, a panting voice quickly approached while calling his name.

"Kudou-san?"

Turning around, Tsukimi raised his voice slightly in surprise. The boy behind him really met Kudo Shinichi a few times, but had never been in close contact with him.

"what happened?"

Facing Yue Jian's question, Kudo Shinichi didn't answer, but looked outside the school gate vigilantly, reached out to grab his wrist and walked into the school.

"Your authorship has been exposed, you can't just go out like this."

Just before his words fell, Yue Jian's cell phone also made a harsh notification sound.