[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

"My lord, I've already sorted the documents for you. You only need to review them." Hasebe followed behind the examiner, talking to her about the work in a serious and serious manner. He looks very serious, but his eyes always inadvertently reveal a look of longing for praise.

"Thanks for your hard work, Hasebe." The simple words of the judge immediately made Hasebe's face flush slightly, and he tried his best to restrain his smile, and said in a respectful tone.

"It is my honor to be able to solve problems for the Lord."

"Don't try too hard to be... huh?" The judge shook his head, his original words changed when he passed by the door of the hand field, showing a questioning tone, just because of the closed door of the hand field The unstoppable strong smell of alcohol quickly infected her sense of smell.

"...! My lord, please step back, let me, Hasebe..." Hasebe took a step back and smelled the smell of alcohol, just when he wanted to rush over to "protect" the God-inspector behind him, the God-inspector had already Calmly pushed open the door of the hand hall, without being disturbed by the alcohol smell at all.

The hand that was pushed open the door showed the whole picture inside - the crooked wine bottles, the wooden guns thrown on the ground in twos and threes, and the three people reeking of alcohol - the imperial hand who was so drunk that he fell asleep Chu and Tonbogiri, and the drunk Nippon Kanae who was sitting on the ground and pouring himself alcohol.

"..." "..."

Such a scene stunned the judge and Hasebe.

Then, Hasebe walked behind the judge, stretched out his hand and tightly covered the judge's ears, leaned his head over her shoulder, and took a deep breath——

"You bastards!!! What are you doing?!! Do you want to be crushed by me?!!!!"

Mitechu and Dragonfly frowned in pain, turned over after saying "uh huh", Japan hiccupped, and said with a smile, "Don't be so angry", as for the fact that even if the ears were covered, After Hasebe put down his hands, the judge who heard Hasebe's words clearly rubbed his ears silently.

"All in all, Hasebe, please send the drunk Tonbokiri and Mitechu to the hand room first... Is it a bit difficult to bring two at a time?" The judge calmly made a judgment with doubts at the end The tone asked Hasebe.

After receiving the order, Hasebe rushed in immediately, frantically slapped Tonbokiri and Mitechu on the faces, making them barely awake, and then lifted them up forcefully to make them stand on the ground. "As long as it is the main order, there will be nothing that I, Hasebe, cannot do!"

The "please praise me" light began to flash in his eyes again.

"Well, I'll trouble you then. I'll tidy up here a little and then I'll take the Japanese number to the room. Just wait for me there."

"My lord! I'll leave this to me" "Take care of Tonbokiri and Mitechu first, please, Hasebe."

Hasebe, who has no power to resist once the judge said so, is no exception this time. After struggling for a while, he still chooses to give priority to his life, but before leaving the hand, he squats next to the Japanese , whispered with a serious and fierce expression.

"You go to the door and enter the room by yourself, don't bother the lord, have you heard me?!"

Hasebe is also an old acquaintance of the Kuroda family, and the Japanese number who knows his personality hiccups and nods, and glances casually at the judge who actually heard Hasebe's words. The latter is sighing silently, noticing After his gaze, she gently pointed to Hasebe whose back was facing her, showing a helpless smile.

Japan was stunned for a moment, and then returned her big smile, and was reprimanded by Hasebe, "Why are you smiling seriously?"

After Hasebe walked away with two guns hanging on each hand, the interrogator squatted down and picked up the scattered wine bottles on the floor. Fortunately, they all drank very cleanly. Did not wet the floor.

Just as she was concentrating on packing the bottles, another hand much bigger than hers took the bottle she was about to fill, raised her head, and the Japanese model, who smelled of alcohol, also squatted beside her, Pick up the bottle.

"Nippon-chan, if you're drunk, why don't you just sit there and rest?" On the face of Japan there was still a large blush from drunkenness, and her figure was a little wobbly.

"Ah—no, no, no, although I look drunk, but I'm still quite sober, okay?" He spoke clearly, although he still had the usual Nippon Kanto accent that sounded a little drunk.

"That's good." After confirming that Japan's drunkenness was not as exaggerated as it seemed on the surface, the judge was also relieved.

While tidying up in silence, Japan picked up one of the wine bottles, stared at it for a while, and then spoke like this.

"Although this wine is very delicious, the aftertaste is full of bitterness after disappointing expectations."

The judge's figure paused.

"When I asked Jiro Tachi where the wine came from, he told me that the lord got it." The Japanese stared at the back of the god judge, his purple eyes drooping slightly.

"Are you curious about the story of wine?" The interrogator turned around, and most of her face was covered by a mask, making it impossible for Japan to judge the meaning of the smile on her mouth.

"A little bit." Japan admitted honestly. "The story of good wine can't help but want to explore, but it doesn't matter if you don't want to talk about it." "It's not an interesting story, is it?"

Japan showed a meaningless smile.

"No matter what, I'll be all ears."

It's just a sad story of a person who tried his whole life to make alcohol that can be drunk by people who have no access to stimulating food, but failed.The reason for everything is that the person knows that wine can temporarily make people fall into drunkenness and forget the pain in the world, and that person hopes to temporarily relieve him from the pain, so he works so hard.

But wine can't escape its essence after all, and the result is that the person who drinks it is on the verge of death again and again.

It is such a small and unfulfilled wish, but it has been passed down forever among this person and this person's descendants. No matter what feelings they have for that person, they will brew a jar of wine with their own hands every year and seal it up. And sadly waiting.

"It's such a boring story." After telling the story in a few words, the god judge continued to pack. "This kind of wine that will never come in handy, it's good to be drunk by you."

"..." Japan once again fixed her eyes on the wine bottle, shook her head, and smiled helplessly. "I didn't expect to have such a big background."

"It's okay, if you can't drink it, let us drink it for you. It's not a waste." Gently patted the god judge's head, Japan saw the god judge's helpless smile.

"If you want to drink, just say so, don't use me as an excuse."

"However, that person is really pathetic and pitiful..."

"?" Seeing the puzzlement of the god judge, Japan picked up all the wine bottles she packed up, and stood up, and the god judge also stood up with him.

"Because of your heart, you will never be drunk." The Japanese patted the head of the god judge again. "Really drunk will only bring physical discomfort."

"That person can't even see through that."

At night, in the room of the Date group, startled by the sound of the futon being lifted suddenly, Candekiri, Okuri, and Tsurumaru sat up one after another. Before they realized what was going on, the room recalled a strange sound.

"...uh... ah... ah... um..." It was an unimaginable sound that could be made through the human vocal cords, and every time it was like the last bit of friction from the vocal cords that had been burned out by the flames. Voice.

Sitting there and making such a sound is Taiko Zhong Zhenzong.

"Xiaozhen! What's wrong??" "Zhenzi? Zhenzi?" "...Hi, Zhen."

But he was not touched by the voices of the three of them, just sitting there and making such voices, just as the moonlight shone through the dark clouds into the room, and through that light, they could clearly see the current appearance of the taiko bell.

His whole body was dripping with sweat, his fair skin was tinged with a strange red color, his golden pupils were dilated indifferently, his mouth was slightly opened, and he continued to make that horrible sound, his blue hair was sticking wetly to his neck superior.Obviously he looked like he was fished out of the water, but his lips were so chapped that they were about to ooze blood.

The three people who were frightened by Taiko Bell's appearance immediately surrounded Taiko Bell. The candlestick touched Taiko Bell's forehead to test the temperature, and Tsurumaru patted Taiko Bell's face to try to wake him up. Take a basin of water and cover Taiko Bell's face with a wet towel.

But he was still unmoved by all of this, and still maintained that look, no matter how he called or how he did it, he didn't have the slightest sense of returning to God.

At this time, the door of the Date Group's room was pushed open, and standing at the door was a god-inspector dressed in black, with a Udumbara flower between her fingers.

"Give Zhen to me."

She said so.

"My lord, what exactly is Xiaozhen like—" "It's just that I got caught up in a nightmare by accident, it's okay, I'll take care of it."

Saying so, the god judge pinned the Ukumoka in his hand to Taiko Bell's temples, then bent down and hugged Taiko Bell.

"I'll take care of him, you guys continue to rest." Said without doubt, the judge walked out holding the taiko bell.Just when passing Tsurumaru.The latter subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to hold her, but when he touched her sleeve, he retracted like an electric shock.

The inquisitor didn't notice this, and still walked straight to the door.

What he touched was also the feel of wet cloth.

"...Master...person...?" Just as she was about to leave the room, the taiko bell in her arms barely made such a sound.

"Well, it's me, don't be afraid." She responded gently.

pat, pat, pat.

Big teardrops smashed onto the floor, the last the Date group knew of tonight.

The inquisitor, who was holding the taiko bell firmly, listened to his weak voice.

"Why... why does the master have to suffer such a thing...?"

"Because it's my mission."

"But...it's painful..." There was a cry in his voice. "While suffocating... being burned to death again and again..."

What he experienced was that the head was tightly wrapped in an airtight fireproof box, and the rest of the body was constantly being burned and reassembled in the flames.

"That pain...is enough to break me down..."

"Why does it have to be the master...?"

The judge just sighed softly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that kept rolling down his face.

"Have a good dream, Zhen." Her lips touched his forehead lightly.

As her words fell, Taiko Bell blinked tiredly a few times with tears in his eyes, and then leaned into her arms and fell into a deep sleep.

"When you wake up, don't remember these things anymore."

The author has something to say: yes

The contents of those dreams are essentially the pain experienced by the spiritual examiner

The sada dream will still be useful in the future

As for the wine, it's a sad story too.

But the guy who brewed her wine wasn't that malicious kid.

Please note this

emmmm right

There will be a little drama before going to the second world

About Fudo and Aunt

A small drama that ends in one chapter

don't worry too much

Maybe it will let you know a different side of my aunt

In addition, after I finish writing this week's list, it may be updated every day.

In other words, what I said was to update every other day...

Forget it