Evil spirit

6.

"Captain, task list" Lin Shensi said in a flat tone. Hitsugaya was still busy and ignored him. He didn't make people wait for a long time. On the pile of documents, Lin Shensi was sitting leisurely on a chair and playing with his fingers, "The document on the task list is handed over to Captain Fuzhu", the young man said in a low voice, as if tired, he leaned his head on the chair to rest , Fragments of brilliance shone in his eyes, like the warm and misty light of green fireflies in summer.

Lin Shensi glanced at his captain with his eyes closed and raised his eyebrows, "Tsk tsk tsk, captain, captain, man, it's raining outside." With a headache, he bent his index finger and tapped his forehead, "Who told you You just came to pick up the task list now, and it’s already ten o’clock, what time is the time to pick up the task list? If you can’t finish the task, you can do it yourself, and you can stay in whichever team is used to support idlers Go" Hitsugaya said in a deep voice, every word was cold and compelling.

He was too exhausted at the moment, Lin Shensi was late and absent from work all day long, made big mistakes without making small mistakes, and Lin Shensi spoke with his usual cold and mean tone, the couple only slept four days for three days in a row. For Hitsugaya who was only a few hours old, it would be good if he didn’t curse or roar. The red-haired boy responded with a low chuckle. His tone was as soft as a feather piercing the void, soft but with hidden edges and corners. There are idlers in the team, the team, the leader, the big, and the people." The red-haired boy put his things in his arms and turned around. The butterfly bone is handsome and thin.

"Most idlers are mediocre, but you are talented, Lin Shen Shixi." Hitsugaya closed his eyelids wearily, and Lin Shensi calmly entered the torrential rain, his answer mixed with the broken noise of the rain seeped into the soil, sealing Under the dark crust of the earth, he said, "If you can't protect the one I love, what's the use of this talent?" Lin Shensi looked up at the vast sky, and a thunderbolt roared and pierced the sky, deeply Dark and light ink colors are mixed and smudged with each other, and the sky is dim.

In the rain, his clothes fluttered like butterflies, showing an indescribable coldness and determination.

In the narrow alley, the raindrops dripping on the bluestone slabs seemed to never stop, and the yellowed dry leaves fell on the ground like dead butterflies. Lin Shensi was walking back slowly with an umbrella in his hand. Holding the umbrella, he held the cake that Yun Qingcheng Ichiro asked him to bring, and opposite, a woman walked slowly, holding a pure white umbrella, wearing a gorgeous blue kimono embroidered with blue and white cloud patterns, just one glance, Lin Shensi felt that the blood was flowing backwards all over his body, and his body was as stiff as if he had been put in a plaster cast.

The woman's face is delicate, like a white magnolia that is about to bloom, and the red jade hairpin is coiled with ink-like hair, which is simple and capable, and in her hair is inserted a manjusawa, which is as bright red as blood, coquettish and glamorous. In stark contrast to her delicacy, the flowers make people more coquettish, and the flowers make people more delicate, but that woman, who looks so delicate that she can't eat fireworks in the world, is looking at Lin Shensi with scorching eyes.

After Lin Shensi took a deep look at her, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he closed his gaze. On the contrary, the woman kept looking at him. Those dark, jade-like eyes concealed so much emotion, the viewer was startled. She didn't dare to think about it carefully, and all she could tell was that sadness and nostalgia were burnt to ashes inch by inch, falling into her eyes, mixed with the glinting autumn waves in her eyes, and turned into an indelible ink. Covered the brilliance in her eyes.

Her eyes were unbelievably dim, sad and affectionate to the point of despair, Lin Shensi pretended to be ignorant, and walked over at a leisurely pace, the two got closer and closer, they met, and the next second, they passed each other, after that, Just blending into the crowd and never seeing each other again, and taking a step forward, the two of them just missed it.

They all took that step, and then, the white umbrella suddenly fell to the ground, the pure white umbrella surface was stained with muddy rainwater, and the raindrops fell on the water surface, causing circles of ripples.

The woman in blue clothes turned around after intertwining, she dropped the umbrella in her hand and hugged the thin back, "Xi...fog" Lin Shensi called the woman's name tremblingly, the call was too low, so low that Unable to hide the hasty, chaotic, and probing tone he tried his best to cover up, the person called Xiwu hugged Lin Shensi tightly, even though the young man's back was extremely stiff.

How to describe this feeling?Like a chapter with hidden content and only the title, a carefully planned murder with clues remaining, a book with a few missing pages and some blurred handwriting, those dark memories left some clues for him to piece together, just waiting for him Get back what's left.

Those fragments of memory scattered somewhere.

When Yun Qingcheng saw Lin Shensi, the fellow was sitting cross-legged on the tatami, smoking a cigarette stick, with two wine bottles poured by his feet. The whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Frowning behind the wine bottle, "Bai Xue, drink on an empty stomach and still smoke", his tone was mean, but his hands were busy tearing down the red thread and kraft paper.

Lin Shensi sneered dryly, he raised his head, showing a struggling smile, "I just want to be happy in the world, but this is something that can't be coveted, can't be coveted, do you understand?" His voice was hoarse, his eyebrows and eyes were serious, didn't he? The desolation and sadness that this age should have, Yun Qingcheng Ichiro raised his eyebrows, and said murderously, "If you don't eat these yokans, I will draw my knife and chop you off."

When the lights were on, Lin Shensi was still smoking a cigarette cross-legged. He looked up at the tea-haired boy with a naive and innocent smile, "But you can't beat me, and I like straw cakes." His eyebrows and eyes were still bright. It's half desolate and sad.

But there are traces of sadness, real, scattered in the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the room.