[Gintama Sex Transfer] Investigation on the Employment Direction of Panasonic Private School

"Long time no see. Hazy."

In the hazy moonlight, that person's smile was soft and vague.Light green eyes looked at him from a more distant time.

The man leaned in the shadowed corner, lowered his head, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face through the cold moonlight.

The time belonging to Yoshida Shoyo has disappeared in the years, like a grain of sand thrown into the sea, and it can't even make a wave.

Originally, that should be the case.

But... they, from the very beginning, were completely different.

"I'm going to take you to see her."

In the dark room, the deep and cold voice and shallow breathing can be heard clearly.

The pale figure that seemed to be integrated with the night finally came out, standing on the edge of the moonlight, barely raised his head, his pupils reflected the somewhat transparent smile under the moonlight, his eyes were gloomy and complicated.

"I'll go see her."

She just hooked the corner of her mouth slightly.The gentle timbre unfolded in the cold silence, leisurely and slow.

"But not now."

The cold light of the knife flashed in her eyes, as if it was brighter than the moonlight, but it was too sharp.

She just smiled slightly, her eyes were playful, and her slender eyelashes flickered slightly.

"Have you forgotten... Who is the person who taught you... Obscure?" The ending sound was a question, but it was a bit playful that didn't match the age.

The gray-haired man dressed in old fashion stiffened his hand holding the knife, and his tightly pursed lips showed no hidden thoughts.

The atmosphere might be called tense when faced with someone else, but if it is that person, it will be different.

Until the end, that's what the man said.

"It's not the time yet, Obscure... Wait until... the world begins to experience a turbulent turn. At that time, come to me again, just tell her that."

Seemingly seeing that he hesitated, the man blinked, remained silent for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled softly.

So peaceful.

"You know...she and I..."

And the beautiful smile reflected on her face like soft light.

"It's the same person..."

The moment the eight-footed crow disappeared from the moonlight, the silver-haired man knocked on the courtyard door.

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"Recently, Edo isn't very peaceful."

The man known as the deputy head of the ghost, with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned and looked through the case records of the past few days, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

In the past few days, there have been three murders with the same method in succession. At first glance, the dead are all drunks who stay out of the night in the corners and alleys, but the way of death is extremely strange.

The body seemed to be intact, but the head was neatly sliced ​​off with extremely skillful and fast techniques, leaving only a layer of skin connected.

That is not something that ordinary humans can do, so the murderer was also crowned with the title of death.

In order to prevent the number of victims from increasing, announcements have been issued in the past few days to advise people in the city to stay at home as much as possible and not to go out at night.

God of death?

Tufang frowned, and the cigarette butt was taken out and thrown into the trash can beside him.

Yamazaki walked quietly behind him, biting the red bean bread, but immediately stopped stiffly.

"Hey, Yamazaki, where is that kid Sougo?"

The deputy chief with his back turned to him made a sudden sound that made him tremble in fright, but the other party's voice seemed to be quite peaceful, and Yamazaki also heaved a sigh of relief, recalling Okita's movements in his mind, scratching his hair in embarrassment answer.

"Captain Okita, it seems that he skipped work to pick up Ms. Matsuyo from get off work... If he said he didn't have a job, he wouldn't come here..."

The black-haired Deputy Oni let out a cold snort, which made Yamazaki tremble again, and quickly slipped away with red bean bread in his mouth.

And Tufang didn't bother to care about him, he just stared at the words on the case file with complicated and inexplicable eyes.

Tch, that brat, maybe he deliberately reminded her to pay attention to safety or something. After all, with that troublesome curly curly bastard around, there is nothing wrong with them, right?

Tufang was inexplicably agitated, took out the mayonnaise lighter in his arms and wanted to light a cigarette, but remembered that the cigarette butt had been thrown away, his face darkened, he took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and silently lit it.

Tsk.So what the hell is he struggling with?

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"Sister Songyang. You'd better pay attention to the boss recently."

Okita, who was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, suddenly said that without thinking.

The light-haired woman sitting by the window with her head bowed and flipping through the book raised her head, looked at the boy wearing a blindfold who was blowing bubble gum leisurely in the setting sun, and raised her eyebrows.

"Well, are you talking about that? I've also heard a little bit about it."

"Ale? Sister Songyang also knows? Sure enough, this matter has spread widely. Well, Mr. Hijikata has been talking about something, there is no overtime pay, and my knife is a little itchy. said."

Song Yang bent his lips, his eyes were gentle and calm.

"I don't know the specifics, but the children in the class secretly discussed, saying that the god of death ran out of the soul world and gave people soul burials everywhere."

"It's really easy to learn from each other's settings between comics that are also jumps."

Okita turned over, stood up from the sofa, stretched, and leaned against the wall.

"The matter is a little bit tricky. Another faction in Edo is involved, so I won't say more. In short, the victims are all drunkards who don't come home at night like the boss, although I don't think the boss will be hacked so easily. But it would be quite a headache if I was dragged into troublesome things like last time."

"Well...that's right... Yinshi can always be involved in all kinds of troublesome things."

Songyang sighed, nodded slightly, looked at the chestnut-haired boy who was thinking about something with his head down, and blinked his eyes when he heard the sudden ringtone, watching him feel a little moved after answering the phone. The expression of interest, the arc of the corner of the eye is slightly lowered.

Okita listened to the call from the first team member, hung up the line, put the phone away, and then turned to look at Songyang, with an indescribably excited expression on his face.

"Ale, Sister Songyang, there is a new incident, I have to go and see."

"Then, be careful on the road."

Songyang sent him all the way to the gate of the courtyard, watched Okita's figure disappear at the corner of the street, did not enter the door, but turned around and locked the door, and walked slowly to the other side of the street.

It has been a while since the seizure of the country ended, and the life in Master House has resumed its daily order.

Yinshi still came here to eat and drink whenever he had free time as in the past, wanting to cling to her side all the time, and it was hard for her to be cruel enough to push him away.

Gui also came several times, and complained to himself about the low appearance rate.

How did I comfort him?Well... probably made him soba noodles and praised him for growing into a handsome man or something.

In fact, no matter what, they have grown quite powerfully, and they have the ability to subvert the world.

Although, the development of many things in this process is beyond her control, whether it is the road she will embark on or the feelings in people's hearts.

The most unpredictable and exploitable thing is emotion.

And the easiest thing to be used is emotion.

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"Huh? Is Senior Songyang looking for Yinsang?"

"Hey! Sister Songyang, Alu!"

The bunny-headed Yetu girl rushed over, let Songyang firmly hold her in her arms, and complained loudly in her ear.

"That idiot Silver Sauce went out to drink again, Lu!! You can always do something adult in the name of being drunk, Lu! My mind is full of obscene things, Lu!"

Shinpachi helplessly supported his forehead.While making complaints, he made up the knife.

"Although Yinsang has no integrity, and often instills bad thoughts in young girls during this golden hour, but don't just say it outright, it will definitely be cut off!"

Songyang listened to their quarrel, just smiled faintly, and finally opened his mouth slowly.

"Well, it's okay. By the way, if Yinshi is not here, tell him for me to let him come back early these few days, and...um..."

Songyang frowned and thought about his words for a while, but Shinpachi asked in surprise.

"Senior Songyang didn't wait for Yinshi to come back?"

"Well, for me, an old friend may come to see me later, I have to go back and have a look."

She said so in an uncertain tone.

Kagura looked at her pensive expression a little curiously, and asked.

"Huh? Do you know Yinjiang, the former friend of Sister Songyang, Alu?"

"Well, it's considered acquaintance. In short, it's good to tell Yinshi that way, and he will understand."

The blue eyes of the night rabbit girl flickered, and they exchanged glances with the glasses boy.

Could it be, Yinsang/Yinjiang's love rival/Alu.

Songyang watched them make eye contact, and bent the corners of his eyes helplessly.

"It's a girl."

"Hey? Girl?"

"Girl Aru! Gin-chan's love rival is girl Aru!"

A black line fell down Songyang's forehead, he rubbed the soft hair of the lively Yetu girl, and smiled softly.

"It's very lucky to meet you all in Yinshi."

Until the last moment, these children, just like the children around Jinzhu, will always be with them.

That's it.

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