Passing through layers of Japanese-style verandahs, at the end is the residence of the examiner.

Thanks to his good hearing, Hasebe heard whispers coming from all directions. He lowered his head, and the cherry blossom petals on the wooden floor swirled and fell beside him, and soon covered a small pile.

The low-pitched singing voice is like weeping and complaining: "There were still few blooms yesterday, and the fall of the Ming Dynasty is getting thinner. May I die tonight, and the flowers and moon will be full of brilliance."

Pushing open the door, the judge was sitting crookedly on the tatami. His aristocratic makeup was not good-looking, but it unexpectedly suited his face, but the hat on his head was slightly skewed.

The judge raised his eyes to look at the person, squinting his eyes slightly, his long and narrow eyes made him look lazy: "Hasebe, come over and take a look at this list, I've finished approving it, but now I still have a few questions I want to ask you , come here for a while?"

Hasebe stood up reflexively: "Follow the Lord's order."

With his head half down, he took the list with both hands, and several names were circled on the list, which were former colleagues.

"It's been confirmed that he fled in one phase," the interrogator coughed heart-piercingly before he finished speaking, and the snow-white veil was stained with rust: "I want to look again, the child may be just a temporary Niancha, Fu Sangshen, who has not been supported by spiritual power for a long time, has no choice but to fall, how can I watch him go astray?"

Hasebu knelt beside him, staring at the blood-stained veil for a long time, with a look of pain on his face: "Master, I should have personally killed such lunatics, you—"

The judge smiled and did not interrupt him, Hasebe felt ashamed and closed his mouth first.

"I want to ask Hasebe to look for it again." The blood vessels in the young man's pale and slender hand are clearly visible: "Those lost children may be scattered in different time and space, delusional to change the false with the false, but one day they will Knowing that what I am going back is not the real history..."

He ended the conversation with a cough: "Sorry, I'm a little tired, I can only entrust this matter to you, Hasebe."

Hasebe walks on his knees at least beside him, and would like to pay respects.

"Follow the Lord's orders."

The author has something to say:

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Here is the copywriting of the stupid author Atobukeng's "Strange Talks and Strange Tan·Ghost Records". If you are interested, click into the author's column to collect and support it

Common people pay attention to high marriage and low marriage, and wealthy families pay attention to the right marriage. At first, Keigo Atobe thought that the one he fell in love with was just a down-and-out rich girl with a poor background.

Until one day, his girl piled gold bricks into a mountain, sat on the top of the mountain and looked down at him

"Hey, do you want to be King of the Mountain?"

Edible Guidelines:

①Natural Black Little Gongju×Silly Son of the Landlord’s Family

②Eat, eat, there is nothing that a barbecue can’t solve

③The heroine is beautiful and has a double quotient, but they are both eggs

④The plot flow is slow, and it is also possible that the mad dog may run away

Yomi country

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