As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Wu Mi's voice sounded quite soft when he said those words, so it felt as if he was telling a joke.

But he knew that if it was in the past, it would probably become a reality without any explanation.

There is no reasonable doubt that they must have riddles that have not been clearly explained in the previous conversation. For example, the first person that Onimai Tsuji met was Shinto Ainosuke in this state?

Wait a minute... now seems like it's not the time to analyze such insignificant things like when did they know each other? !

"You didn't look very well just now... Mr. Onimai Tsuji."

He was still trying to explain one or two things, but the words sounded extremely feeble, while Zero was talking, he thought that there was an upper layer on top of this layer cake that he hadn't thought of at all.

If Shinto Ainosuke was an insider, this might really be just a joke.

So what is he who is deceived by a joke into being serious?

He looked at Wu Cang and nodded after listening to his rebuttal, and the content in that unwavering tone also seemed familiar: "Tell me, what's wrong with my face?"

……no? !Has this thunder point actually lingered until now? !

Startled, Ling pushed Wu Mi away with his backhand and raised his arm towards him as if he was about to do something.

The movement of reaching out to try to resist actually made him move the figure of Onimai Tsuji, but he didn't feel relieved at all.

Clutching the broken vest, he stumbled out of the suffocating narrow room, and the unlocked door was within reach.

When he turned his head and saw Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi standing by the window sill against the incandescent light, with a gloomy expression on his face, all he had left in his mind was a blank, and he pushed the door and walked out.

The body's reaction is faster than thoughts, but perhaps this is because the brain knows that it is doing useless work and directly chooses to wait passively.

After running a few steps, Zero saw Onimai Tsuji Muchan, who quietly appeared from the corner in front of him, standing against the wall.

He is like a cat walking in the shadows, but the vertical pupils staring at him are not changes to adapt to the changes in light.

"Where are you going again?" the hoarse voice asked him without anger.

The boy who had mobility problems, took one step and gasped for three steps would ask this question in a unwilling tone, holding his collar.

Zero's footsteps still slowed down.

[stay. ]

Until this moment, Zero suddenly realized the concise vocabulary that could replace this sentence.

No matter what his tone is, what the other party wants to express but will never say bluntly has always had only this meaning.

After stopping for a while, Zero still walked towards Wu Mi.

From hesitation to compromise, his footsteps seemed to be getting easier as he walked.

And looking at him with some doubts, he really ran towards him after hearing what he said, Wu Mi subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch him.

When he was only a few feet away, Zero's line of sight deviated by half, and landed right behind Kiwu Tsuji.

Staggering sideways, closing the eyes slightly and carrying the misunderstanding to the end, it is not surprising at all.

Turning indifferently to see where the other party was going, Wu Mi suddenly realized that in a few breaths of time, Zhong Ling had already snatched the long knife from a strange woman who broke into the second floor, and there was probably a criminal suspect The police officer behind the woman also shouted loudly.

"Careful... the victim's real fatal wound was a penetrating gunshot wound to the lower abdomen—"

Taking a step back to dodge the disorderly punches, it took Master Fu Ling an extra second of effort to pull away the posture in his hands.

Oh, is it so difficult to just say that the other party still has a gun?

The lady who murdered Mr. Yamazaki irrationally because of her personal relationship obviously had a lot of prejudice against the high-ranking figures. The black muzzle hesitated when it was raised, but it was just hesitating what to aim at. who.

Among the three people blocking the way, Shinto Ainosuke, who saw the situation clearly and cautiously avoided entering the house, obviously had no choice, and Zero looked so cool and simple in his attire.

In this case, one more hit is equal to one more profit. Without thinking much, she pressed the trigger towards Wu Mi, who was looking indifferently.

Amidst the gunfire with gunpowder smoke, many people could not bear to close their eyes, and even the silver needles that appeared in the oblique stabs seemed to be a step late.

The strange collision sound tore people's ears at the next moment, but it was not the sound of bullets rubbing in the air and flashing sparks hitting flesh and blood.

Running out of nowhere, Edogawa Conan stood in the best audience seat and faced this scene directly, leaving a great shock in his young heart.

Hey, is it true?Split the bullet with a knife?

The vibration was transmitted from the open edge of the knife along the handle to the wrist, and he drew the knife and chopped off the bullet knowing that he would not miss it, and then the action of abandoning the knife and grabbing the gun was completed very smoothly in one breath.

Sit down, sit down, these are basic exercises, don't be six.

Playing with the still hot instrument in his hand, before Ling handed it over to the police officers who were controlling the suspect lady and couldn't hide their shocked expressions, the breath from behind cooled slightly, He found that his wrist holding the gun was being held by Wu Canzheng.

Shrinking almost as a conditioned reflex, the pistol fell straight to the ground, and there was a crisp falling sound.

It was as if the semblance of calm had been broken, and some ripples appeared on the water after all.

Zero realized with some uncertainty that Wu Mi's voice sounded a bit stiff for a moment because of his actions.

"...Why on earth are you doing these insignificant things?!"

His words can be said to sound very preposterous to the ears of others. After all, not everyone knows that he has an incomparably tenacious vitality.

Not to mention whether the slow speed could hit him, even if it could hit him, it was just a penetrating injury, and he didn't need a breath to recover.

Just a penetrating injury, that's all.

Zero shifted his gaze from his wrist to the unconscious suspect in front of him. He calmly inhaled slightly, trying to ignore the uncontrollable flustered feeling that spread all of a sudden.

"...In order for everyone to save a little trouble tonight, so that everyone can finish work on time and go home without overtime or side effects?"

Well, that's all, can he have any other reasons?

The answer that avoids the important and the less important makes Guiwu Tsuji Wumi obviously look dissatisfied.

The old accounts that were suddenly turned up without words were exposed in the air, causing people to look back and feel that certain things in the past seemed so absurd.

Ling Yan smiled and tried to ask: "Can you... let go first?"

This is really a sense of sight, the fragile bones are creaking again, if you don't want him to run away, shouldn't it be more convenient and quick to aim at his legs?What is it to always bully his wrist?

However, under his less expectant inquiry, Ling saw that Wu Mi actually let go of his pale knuckles like an electric shock.

No matter who it was, it was a long and difficult confrontation. The case in front of us still needs to be concluded. The walking policeman quickly took down the temporary notes of the two and then hurriedly went to find other guests, and a set of procedures was resumed The unrelated people in the original restaurant are almost scattered.

Even Shinto Ainosuke and the little secretary didn't know where they went, and they were the only two left in the corridor that was bright enough to reflect people's shadows.

Just as he raised his head and wanted to say something, Zero heard Wu Mi's unspeakable voice like a stone stuck in a gear.

"……Feel sorry."

And when the thing finally hit the ground, the track driven by the gear finally started to rotate again.

Zero felt like he was hallucinating, but he didn't seem to: "What?"

He had thought about what kind of expression the other party would show after the script that would be debunked sooner or later, he thought it might be anger.

After all, a thousand years is too long, so long that something even he could not have expected happened.

For example, Wu Mi still clearly remembers everything that happened, for example, he would apologize for things that do not exist in this timeline.

But speaking of it, it seems that this is not the first time.

The majestic and empty corridors are nothing compared to that drowsy and dying night, and Gui Wu Tsuji, who has got everything, does not need to dodge the pursuit of the old enemy of fate in embarrassment.

The other party knew it, and he was hurt like this when he was still a human being, and he couldn't recover by saying recovery like a ghost.

It is impossible to continue to retreat, but it seems impossible to let him take another step forward.

The syllable that was dropped coldly seemed to have cost Wu Mi all his respectability.

Zero really wanted to say that it was also his own self-inflicted overconfidence at the time, but he felt Wu Mi's cold and stubborn eyes that stayed on him for a long time, which made him lose the strength to argue about this old matter.

With a sigh, Ling stretched out his arms and hugged Wu Mi's stiff figure for the time being, tiptoed and patted the tense back twice: "I'm too tired today...what's the matter?" Don't talk about it tomorrow?"

One second, two seconds, and after a long time, he didn't respond to his own voice, which made Zero very confused, and when he was about to let go, he found that he couldn't move.

...Family, what does it mean to cast oneself into a trap?

"Let, let me down?!"

It was the feeling of déjà vu again, like an iron hoop imprisoning his waist while the other hand was stuck between the crook of his leg, and when Ling came back to his senses, he pounded Wu Mian's shoulder heavily with [-]% of his strength. But it didn't shake the opponent's figure, on the contrary, it made him hug him even tighter.

"You can't—at least not after you've just apologized?!"

There is a momentary wave that is caused, but can it directly cover up everything before? !

His strides led to the direction of the elevator. The shaking and bumping made Ling support his hands on Wu Mi's shoulders. The neck that was so white that blue blood vessels could be seen in front of him made him want to be cruel. The urge to pinch down.

Just before he was about to put it into action, Wu Mi finally found the words that made him stunned again in a flat tone.

"If you haven't missed the class you should take at this age, you should be able to see the names of Ji Guoyan Shenghe... in the history class."

"Prostitute Taro and Xiaomei, they asked me where you went."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi really doesn't know how to tell stories, and the content that can be discussed in detail is only calmly narrated by him in just a few sentences.

Even Ling really got distracted because of these things: "...What about Tong Mo?"

There was no miserable footsteps.

"he died."

"...?!"

……

"Oh my, what a rare visitor...Master Wu Mi?"

The young man sitting on the altar was wearing a gorgeous cassock, and when he looked up, he seemed to have anticipated the arrival of this day, Tong Mo's expression did not show any deviation.

Even that look was exactly the same as the look of compassion that Wu Mi had glimpsed at the first time when he was preaching the Dharma with only a few shadows.

"I'm still wondering if you will come to me this time... Are you going to turn me into a ghost again? Master Wu Mi, I promise you won't—"

Walking down the altar step by step, the dense lotus fragrance may be an illusion brought by Xia Ye.

As a human being, Tong Mo looked colder than himself, and the smiling eyes still made Wu Mi feel displeased.

Wuyou bowed his head and saw Tong Mo kneeling and sitting down in front of him, but there was no expectation in his words.

And he had no such plan in the first place.

Guiwu Tsuji told Tong Mo that he was just here to see if he was dead, but Tong Mo blinked when he got this answer.

Those seven-colored pupils were as bright as the glaze on the window casement, Tong Mo raised the golden fan and caressed it in front of him, and the words became longer.

"Then why isn't Your Excellency Zero with you?"

Fortunately, during the past few hundred years, he has also cultivated a lot of self-cultivation. When Oni Wu Tsuji walked out of the Ten Thousand Bliss Sect, the land was not stained with anyone's blood until the end.

He didn't go too far and devoted himself to teaching—Tong Mo only learned later that there are no such creatures as ghosts in the world today.

Sitting bored at the table where flowers and fruits were enshrined, he tapped out an out-of-tune tune, and he casually watched the summer flowers gradually fall in the courtyard.

And the figure hovering at the door is as always, pitiful and cute.

Tong Mo smiled.

"It doesn't matter when we get here?"

"Come on, tell me, what troubles do you have?"