[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

"Xiaoye Zuowen, and Zongsan Zuowen." After waking up the two knives brought back by the expedition team, the interrogator made the first contact with them in the room as usual.

"Although I already know your names, let's introduce myself well."

The two Fu Sangshen were not the talkative type, and they just nodded when they heard what the judge said, and then began to formally introduce themselves according to the words. According to the rules of ordering the elders, Zongsan, the elder brother, spoke first.

"...I am Zongsan Zuowen, the sword of the man who sits in the world..." The pink-haired young man was thin, his eyes were slightly lowered when he spoke, and his tone sounded very depressed. "It's just a bird in a cage... Do you want me to accompany you too?"

His tone made the little boy sitting next to him a little worried, and he gently pulled Lazong's three layers of thick and gorgeous monk robes. "Brother Zongsan..."

Noticing Xiaoye's slightly disturbed expression, Zong San's dejected and world-weary expression immediately changed, with a thin layer of tenderness on it, and he patted Xiaoye's head. "Don't worry, Xiao Ye... my brother is here."

After Zongsan's introduction was over, it was Saya's turn.

"I'm Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen... You, who do you want me to avenge for you?" Xiao Ye calmly asked the interrogator, her immature face did not match what he said at all.

Regarding his question, the interrogator thought about it for a while before giving his own answer.

"Unfortunately, I have never resented anyone." What she said sounded unbelievable, but they could feel strangely that every word of her was the truth. "So there is no one I want to revenge."

"...That's it." Xiao Ye responded, then lowered her head somewhat disappointed. "Then, I'm useless here..."

A shadow suddenly fell on the top of the head, Xiao Ye raised her head subconsciously, and what she saw was the hand of the God Inspector who was slowly falling, and the seemingly invisible smile on her lips.

There was a cold touch on his face, and it took him a while to realize that the interrogator gently held his face.

"There is more than one way to drive the knife to be swung." She said softly and slowly, her voice was not so clear, more like the softness after being honed by time. "Resentment can drive the knife to cut everything, but the desire to protect is the same."

Feeling the touch of the God Judge's cold hands, Xiao Ye's face became slightly hot. For some reason, he felt a familiar breath from the God Judge... A little bit like Brother Jiang Xue. "Xiao Ye, is there someone you want to protect?"

Xiao Ye seriously thought about the question given by the judge, and then answered the judge quietly but firmly.

"some."

"I... want to protect Brother Zongsan and Brother Jiang Xue." It doesn't matter whether he is strong or not, he just wants to protect his close brother.The silent Zongsan who was sitting at the side couldn't help showing a loving and gentle smile when he heard Xiao Ye's answer and saw his serious expression with his small face upturned.

Xiaoye looked hesitantly at the smiling face of the judge again, lowered her head and muttered. "... Also, I want to protect you." Just because he lowered his head, he missed the surprise that flashed across the face of the judge. All he knew was the gentle "OK" from the judge.

The conversation with Xiao Ye came to an end, and the interrogator turned his attention to Zong San, who had been keeping quiet all along.

"With all due respect..." she said calmly. "Zongsan Zuowen, in my opinion, is not a qualified bird in a cage."

Zong San was not moved by the interrogator's words, he just asked calmly. "How did you see that?"

"Because of your heart," her hand weakly pointed to the heart of Fu Sangshen's human body. "There is still a longing for 'flying'. Your heart is not dead yet."

Zong San's expression finally changed, his bewitching blue-green pupils became sharp in an instant, and he looked straight at the examiner, and then, a faint wry smile appeared on that pale and sickly face. "As you said..."

"Then fly, Zong San Zuo Wen." The judge called Zong San by his full name. "Fly."

The wry smile on Zong San's face did not dissipate, he whispered.

"Even so... I'm just a house sparrow, not a free falcon." However, after saying this, his smile became bright and soft. "But it's quite pleasant to have you as my only home, for some reason."

The judge still smiled compassionately and sighed softly.

"It's... really an honor for me."

In the middle of the night, Xiaohumaru woke up from the indistinct sound of panting in the three rooms, opened his eyes dimly, sat up slowly, and was about to turn his head to ask Imaki if he heard any sound, when he turned around. His bright red pupils froze suddenly.

The quilt on Imaken's body barely covered his small body in thin pajamas, and his limbs were abnormally placed in a large font, his whole body appeared unnaturally stiff, and his mouth was opened wide , as if something stuck in his throat, breathing hard and painfully, eyes closed tightly, no matter how Xiaohuwan shook and called him, there was no sign of waking up.

Just when Xiaohumaru was at a loss and panicked, the door of the room was opened.

The one who pushed the door and walked in was the God Inspector.

"Master..." As if he had found a backbone, Xiaohumaru's heart settled down again.

"Xiaohuwan, turn your back on me, and I'll wake up Jinjian." As soon as the god-inspector walked in, Xiaohuwan could smell the strong scent of agarwood on her body. The god-inspector never smoked incense on her body, but today is rare different.

Obedient to the God Judge's words, he turned around, even though he couldn't see what she was doing, the sound she made could give Xiaohumaru a little understanding.

First of all, there was the sound of something being gently placed on the ground, combined with the sound that the God Judge didn't hold anything in his hands, the first thing Xiaohumaru could think of was that the God Judge took off her mask.

He couldn't distinguish the next sound, the rustling sound, as if he was groping for something in a pile of things.

Then, the god judge seemed to bend down, and her voice came over very softly, probably whispering in Jinjian's ear.

"Wake up, Jinjian." Her voice sounded extremely ethereal at the moment, as if it would be crushed into countless pieces with a single blow. "You promised me that as long as your name is called here, you will wake up."

She called Jinjian several times.

As if trying to respond to the promise he had made, a struggling expression appeared on the immature face that had only a pained expression, and the god judge continued to call out more softly.

It's terrible.

It's terrible.

very scary.

From the wrist to the shoulder, from the ankle to the thigh, from the throat to the back, all were pierced by needles tied up with thin needles, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to cry, unable to struggle, and could only watch Shan The pointed needle shining with silver light pierced through the body, bringing out a thin layer of blood mist.The scene in front of me was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and sometimes it seemed that I had lost all consciousness, but was pulled back abruptly, still fixed on the needle post, and could do nothing except continue to suffer.

I can't see the surrounding scene clearly, I only know that there are people whispering beside me all the time, as if praying, at first it was a man's voice, then it became a woman's voice, then it was an old man, and then it was a child... the voice of a person It has been changing, but his pain has continued, and there is even a tendency to intensify.

Just when the spirit was about to collapse, the compassionate and gentle voice that could make people shed tears penetrated those vague prayers, and truly and clearly reached Imai's ears.

"……I want to go back."

"I want to go back……"

"I must... go back to my lord!" The throat pierced by the needle should have been unable to make a sound, but at this moment, he struggled and cried out, and the tears that could not be shed finally came out of his eyes.

Opening his eyes suddenly, it was no longer the ominous red sky, but the ceiling of Honmaru.

Imai turned his eyes with difficulty, and in a room dimly lit by moonlight, he saw the God Judge wearing a mask covering most of his face and smiling pitifully.

His lips trembled a few times but he couldn't make a sound. When his brain finally came to his senses, he was already in the arms of the judge, his small face was covered with traces of tears, and his throat squeezed out It was a helpless and aggrieved whimper.

Those hands gently caressed her back, as if she knew the torment she had suffered, she avoided the place where the needle was pierced before, and gently comforted him.

After Jinjian calmed down a little, he tried to get up from the embrace of the god judge, but found that his limbs could not use any strength, and it was very difficult to even support him.The judge held him lovingly in his arms, and told him softly that this was just a temporary side effect of the dream, so don't worry.

"Let me take care of Jinjian tonight. Xiaohumaru, help me tidy up his bedding." Jinjian tightly gripped the placket of the God Judge's chest, fearing that she would not want him if he let go , the judge who was a little helpless about this could only trouble Xiaohuwan.

"Okay, master." Of course, Xiaohumaru would not refuse the interrogator's request, he easily picked up Imai's quilt, looked worriedly at Imai who was still crying, and followed the interrogator silently. God's side.

The scent of agarwood lingering at the tip of the nose is still very strong...huh?

Xiaohuwan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed lowly that his mind was no longer clear.

Obviously there is only fragrance, but where is the smell of blood coming from?

but……

His eyes fell on the temple of Imai, where there was a white flower that he was quite familiar with.

Obviously when the master came in, he didn't hold the flower in his hand.

"...Buddha is raining dharma rain. It is enough for seekers." The voice of chanting stopped, and the examiner looked at Jinjian through the light of the big bean, and the little tengu was already asleep, looking calm and cute, There is no longer the pain of being haunted by that nightmare.Reaching out his hand to put the little tengu's protruding legs back under the quilt and covering him, the judge wiped away the last teardrops on his face, and then blew out the only small oil lamp in the room.

After doing all this, she pinched a magic formula with her hand, so the Taidao that was originally hidden by her spiritual power showed its appearance in the room.

"...It will end soon." She whispered to the knife.

The sword that was not awakened would not respond to her, but this knife responded.

The rosary wrapped around the blade trembled slightly.

The little tengu who woke up early in the morning did not find the figure of the god judge. He moved nimbly and nimbly, put on the underwear placed by the pillow, and jumped around looking for the figure of the lord.

He vaguely remembered that he had a terrible dream, but he no longer remembered the specific content. He only remembered that he had been crying uselessly in her arms after being awakened by the interrogator last night.

It would be bad if the lord thinks he is weak, just a coward who can cry!

Thinking of this, Imai moved through the Honmaru energetically.

As a result, they unknowingly ran to the place where the short knives - plus a hotaru, played together on weekdays.

"Hey, today, today's sword...the side of your hair...my lord, I gave it to you too?" Wuhu, who was holding the little tiger in his arms, took a look back and saw the white flowers on Jinjian's temple, and he couldn't admit it. The God Inquisitor gave him the first time he was haunted by a nightmare.

"Ah?" Jin Jian touched his temple, and sure enough, he touched the flower pinned to his temple from it, held it in his hand, looked at the flower preciously, and when he was about to say something, Ai Ran's loud voice interrupted what he was about to say.

"Ah?! Do you know what this flower is? Really??!" It was Saya who just arrived yesterday who was asked by Aizen.

Xiao Ye, who was the smallest, nodded seriously, and then spoke lightly in the silence of everyone.

"Buddhas are rare and worthy, such as Utanbo Luohua."

"You can't be wrong, this is the Udumbara flower."