dhibooks Chapter 184 Conversation
Chapter 184 Conversation
"Judging from the spiritual pressure map, Mako's spiritual body has fully recovered... But I suggest that after Mako wakes up, a more comprehensive and in-depth examination will be carried out."
"Even with a more in-depth inspection, the conclusion is exactly the same. It is impossible to distinguish the abnormalities in Mako's soul with the existing technology in the soul world, although we can all clearly feel the incongruity in Mako's spiritual pressure. abnormal."
"Ichiro Nakagawa, what did you do to Mako?"
"Two captains, don't look at me with such a serious expression. No matter how much I look like a suspect who will mess with Xiaozhenzi in your eyes, it is just a conjecture based on your prejudice. I don't know anything. Nothing to do, except to send Xiao Zhenzi to you."
"Your smile is suspicious, Ichiro Nakagawa. You must know something, even if you didn't touch Mako's body."
"No one will be convicted just because of a smile, Captain Hikifune. What's more, smiles are born, even if I am myself, the only thing I can do is to protest my parents."
"Kiryu, entanglement with these details will not help Mako's situation at all. The most urgent thing is to find out what happened to Mako. Only by figuring out the reason can we start to prevent things from developing in a bad direction."
"Cut—there is a bastard who knows everything here, but his mouth is as hard as an oyster."
"I really don't know what happened to Xiao Zhenzi, but there must be two people who know everything about it."
"Ichiro Nakagawa, I've never wanted to beat you up like now."
"Yeah! Captain Unohana, should you find a way to appease Captain Hikikoku's irritable mood, it's impossible to calmly judge the development of the situation like this."
"As long as the anger is vented, Kiryu will naturally regain his sanity."
"...Okay, let's get down to business. One of them is a dead person whose soul has been scattered, and the other one is actually almost dead."
"Naka Chuan Ichiro!"
"But we can always try to find this other one, can't we? The owner of the Three Books Store, everything is nothing more than three. A black market intelligence vendor who claims to know everything. In fact, his true identity is no matter whether it is Captain Hikko or Uzumaki. It's no secret to Captain Zhihua, is it?"
"Impossible, Shibutsan only accepts three commissions every 30 years. Unless the four major families come forward, no one can let Shibutsan break the rules."
"A member of the four major families... Young Master Yingming has become a refusal account on the blacklist of Everything Three Bookstore because of an incident a long time ago, although he will definitely have a vow not to give up on this incident. Interest, he has such a terrifying attachment to anything related to the original knowledge of the other side. ——This kind of attachment is not a good situation for the current situation. But why bother to look far away, we don’t have an orthodox descendant of the four major families here ?"
"No, I can't let Mako know about this, this is my promise to the other party!"
"However, you also promised to take good care of Makoto and never let him fall into the buried past, right? But the fact is that he has been deeply involved in it for a long time, even he..."
"You guys are so noisy!" The blond young man on the hospital bed, who was supposed to be unaware of his personnel due to the injection of a large dose of captain-level special powerful crash point, complained lazily and impatiently, and then stuck his hand behind his back. The soft bedding was propped up vigorously, and the other hand was loosely covering the eyelids that were sore and sore from sleeping for too long, and he yawned for a moment, making the closed mouth occupy half of the face—naturally It’s like every other person (specifically referring to the poor Aizen vice-captain) counting the money for him until his hands cramp, and sleeping by himself until he wakes up naturally in the beautiful morning—“Ah————————————————————————————————————————— A bookstore owner who belongs to a species, who can never be found when he is looking for it, and who pops out of nowhere when he is almost forgotten. I already know what I should know, and I know a lot by the way... Ah~~~~ Something I shouldn’t know. Eh? That should be the case, right? Ms. Kiryu.”
"Look, that's what I want to say." When Mako Hirako was dreaming of Spring and Autumn, Ichiro Nakagawa, who put on a white uniform like his signature again, shrugged his shoulders wrapped under the uniform of Mao Zombie, with a black frame There was a twinkle of pleasure in the blue eyes behind the glasses.
"...Mako, since when did you..."
"Before I entered the Jingling Court, the investigation on all this has already begun." Hirako lowered his eyelids again, slightly tired. Dark and deep emotions flowed in the dark pupils, "Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I so different? Different from the whole world, different from human beings, different from Quincy, and even different from Death. Even, Why do I feel that even my memory is unreliable? What do those recurring dreams mean? I don't really look at the moment and ignore such obvious abnormalities. It's just that I know that everyone around me, whether it is Those who want to take care of me, take care of me, stand by my side and treat me sincerely, or those who covet me and use me to stand on the opposite side to try to harm me, they have reached a kind of never telling the truth A tacit understanding with me. Turning to an insider for help, all I can get is guilty silence or false lies."
"You came here for the answer, and Young Master Yingming... was the breakthrough you chose at that time. The accident was not an accident, except for the one that was really an accident and was killed by you after messing in." Nakagawa Ichiro only had understanding on his face. The smile, so confident that it makes people want to find any container that is bigger than his face and put it on his head to cover up the annoying smile on his lips.
"Don't make me think so hard." Hirako shook his folded palms on his chest, "I'm not good at planning any long-term plans, and I'm self-aware about this. ——Although compared to what I usually do What he did is a little unbelievable." Shrugging his shoulders easily, the sarcasm contained in the slightly raised corners of Pingzi's mouth turned into a mocking self-mockery at himself, "It can be traced to this level, if it is not luck, then there is only one a possibility."
Ichiro Nakagawa raised his brows with interest, and raised a polite and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth without any sense of tension about the showdown: "I would like to hear more about it."
"Someone is manipulating all of this. Based on everything I know, there is only one person who is most likely to be manipulating all of this." Pingzi slowly restrained the sharp upturn of his lips, and converged into another harder and sharper one. Shrinking the edges and corners, "That's..."
"Shouldn't I be the candidate for Xiao Mako?" The curvature of the corners of Nakagawa Ichiro's lips became more and more profound, and some kind of incomprehensible dark emotion gradually spread silently in the delicate and soft texture.
"I know the other side." Pingzi spit out a name that has long since disappeared, and the Kansai accent, which always contains dazzlingly rich emotions, has restrained all escaped emotions just like the poker face at this moment. Calm and rigid without ups and downs.
Ichiro Nakagawa subconsciously raised his right hand and took off the dispensable ornament on the bridge of his nose because of his surprise, the blue eyes behind the lens grew slightly, and the moment the crystal clear sapphire faced the sun, a dazzling brilliance spread out: "It's an unexpected answer. No, it's just unbelievable. Regardless of the fact that Yuan knows that Bifang is already dead, even if he is still alive, he is the only person in this world who will never hurt you under any circumstances."
"This lie is not only aimed at me. It's..." At this point, Mako Hirako gave a weird pause, and then showed a slightly presumptuous evil smile, "...Everyone. What's more, the dead can't help What continues does not mean that the living are also helpless. You are the executor of the original knowledge, but you are not and will never be the only executor.”
"Oh? So who do you think there is besides me?"
"I don't know." Unexpectedly, Hirako uttered these three words almost without hesitation, and the Kansai accent was clean and neat without even dragging out the signature ending of inertia.Then, with a softer and more playful tone, he squinted at Ichiro Nakagawa's slightly stiff smile from the corner of his eyes, "Perhaps, Mr. Nakagawa can answer students' questions?"
"...Uh, Hirako Mako." Nakagawa Ichiro, who was obviously deceived by Hirako Mako's knowing face, put away his embarrassing and energetic expression, and sighed, "Are you..."
Pingzi closed his brows and smiled unscrupulously, and explained solemnly: "This is just my intuition, but you all know that it is more reliable than the so-called evidence and clues in many cases. Of course, who are the other executors?" , I really don’t know.”
Ichiro Nakagawa narrowed his eyes suddenly, and there was a kind of menacing stare shot out from behind the drooping eyelids, but it was like Shiranui stretching thousands of miles above the waves between the blue sea and blue sky, fleeting at the moment of closing his eyelashes : "It's up to now." Nakagawa Ichiro's transparent ice-blue eyeballs are like expensive gemstones embedded in the eye sockets. The eyeballs exude an inorganic cold luster. They glanced at them from a strange angle. Since Hirako woke up, he has evolved into a word Silence is golden, and the white coat of the humanoid self-propelled scenery board, "I'll just tell you a little bit about what I know..."
"Ah, ah, what a pity..." Pingzi shrugged his shoulders frivolously again, and smiled lazily and flamboyantly, with a comfortable expression that found nothing to do with the regret in the words, "Looks like , The time to listen to the story is over early."
After the words fell, a gentle and quiet bass voice came from outside the closed sliding door in an unhurried manner: "Captain Unohana, may I come in?"
On the hospital bed, Pingzi relaxed the straight and straight shape that he had maintained for too long, and the tense muscles on both sides of his spine were aching, and he returned to the listless, swaying, like a puddle of mud that cannot support the wall. The curved cervical spine arched in an exaggerated arc, as if he was overwhelmed, he put the weight of the entire head between the interlaced palms, and the corner of the mouth on the side of the lazy early stage said with a sneer: "Come in for me, 惣Yousuke, what kind of troubles have you prepared for me this time? As my vice-captain, you are really a headache everywhere."