The atmosphere in the forging room suddenly became very awkward.

Junka quickly asked the next question:

"The first inquisitor of B-1..,

Did his personality change a lot before and after? "

"It's okay," the swordsmith replied, "before he put on his glasses,

He was only good to knives under 155 centimeters tall. He was polite to other knives,

It was like the well water did not interfere with the river water. "

Glasses?

Junka secretly remembered this item.

"What about after he put on his glasses?"

"He wasn't so good to knives under 155 centimeters,

But he was still kind. "The swordsmith chuckled.

He sighed and said, "It's just that I pity those knives and tachi,

They were completely used as tools,

I don't know how many vibrating knives I've recovered here. "

Dual personality?

This was not mentioned in the information.

Junka simply closed the information,

She said to the swordsmith, "What else do you know?"

"It depends on what you want to know." He avoided the important points.

Ataka glanced at him.

These spirits who signed a contract with the government at the same time to help the inquisitors forge knives as swordsmiths, no one knew their true identities.

They usually did not speak,

They also ignored the inquisitors' various coaxing and pestering,

They would only smile, take materials, and forge knives. Everything was done strictly according to the process, completely not giving the inquisitors a chance to interfere.

However..,

When the inquisitors could not forge the knife they wanted and were extremely angry,

At most, they would scold the swordsmith a few times, but they did not dare to really do anything to the swordsmith.

Firstly, they were afraid of the punishment from the Government of the Hour,

Secondly, they were afraid of the swordsmith himself.

It was said that in the past, there had been an inquisitor with a family background who killed a swordsmith in anger,

In the end, this inquisitor died on the battlefield the next day... the family went to the Government of the Hour to ask for an explanation, but in the end, there was no result.

"The knife didn't break, but the person died. Was it the revenge of the swordsmith?"

At that time, the inquisitors discussed so.

"Your Highness Ataka, don't look at me like that." The swordsmith said hypocritically, "As long as this lord asks,

I will definitely tell you everything I know. "

"It's clearly freewheeling," Junka muttered.

The swordsmith pretended not to hear.

"As bladesmiths, we often know a lot of secrets, so we have to learn how to keep secrets."

He picked up a boulder, charcoal, cooling material, and jade steel from the side (I don't know how he could move so many materials with his small body) and threw them into the furnace one by one. Seeing the 4: 00 countdown slowly appearing outside the furnace, he smiled and then neatly extinguished the furnace fire.

"Don't you want to continue?" Ataka asked indifferently.

"Without the Divine Inquisitor, even if I forge the Five Swords Under the Heavens, it would be meaningless."

After washing his hands, the blacksmith lay down on the only recliner in the forging room and covered his face with a newspaper. He then said vaguely, "If you really want to know the truth, then go to the interrogator's room. Maybe you can find some clues there."

"Can't you just tell us?"

The bladesmith remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Junka and Ataka heard him snoring.

"Wait, Master, don't do it!"

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Like most This Pill, the Beta-1 Ben Wan Inquisitor's room was on the second floor.

There was only a staircase that led from the first floor to the second floor.

"When can we build an elevator for This Pill?" Ataka/Bank of China lamented.

"There are only two floors in total, why build an elevator?" Junka was puzzled.

She ran upstairs and stood at the top of the stairs to Ataka, who was slowly moving up the stairs with the help of the handrail, "Hurry up, why are you slower than me?"

"… Probably because master's surname is Toshiro."

Chun Xia was full of question marks.

Ataka coughed and reluctantly sped up. To be precise, he reluctantly took a step forward. When he was a few small steps away from her, he stepped to Junka's side.

Junka was about to praise him for his rare enthusiasm, but he seemed to have lost his strength and fell forward weakly, leaning on her back.

"— — One year of activity, tired, don't want to move."

Junka was very regretful, "I should have brought Aizen."

Compared to Ataka/Bank of China, who claimed to be her "guardian" but didn't want to care about anything, the red-haired Katana and the silver-haired Odachi were much more reliable.

And in this narrow and dark space, if there was a fight, Aizen Kunitoshi would have a great advantage.

"Well, it can't be helped. Guojun and Firefly went on an expedition, and I'm today's valet." Ataka answered matter-of-factly.

Junka was speechless.

"Then, excuse me —" He dragged his tone, grabbed Junka's wrist, shielded her behind him, and then used his other hand to open the closed door.

The Inquisitor's room was unobstructed.

Simple, empty, and clean, this was Junka's first impression of it.

Rather than calling it the Inquisitor's office and bedroom, it was more like a cold, temporary resting place, devoid of human life.

The whole room was divided into two parts, the former was the study. The desk was placed in a brighter place, and the bookcase was behind the desk.

Junka walked past Ataka and went forward to take a look. There was nothing on the desk, probably taken away by the previous commissioner.

Through the glass window of the bookcase, there were books that had long been covered in dust.

"Has it always been like this, or has the government changed it after they dealt with it?"

"The report didn't mention this … Oh, someone did."

Ataka was very efficient when he was serious. "'The style of Akihara Jiayin's room is completely inconsistent with her personality, and it is suspected that there is an inside story behind her death.'"

Junka made a "hmm" sound, but did not comment. "Let's go inside and have a look."

They went into the bedroom.

The bedroom was empty as well.

Junka's eyes swept across the clean floor, and stopped at a calendar on the wall.

There seemed to be a name written on it. Was it the daily schedule of the attendant?

Junka did not have much suspicion because her This Pill also had such a thing.

She turned to open the only wardrobe in the room and found that there were no extra clothes in the wardrobe, only a few white and scarlet overalls issued by the Government of the Hour.

"It's much less than your clothes," Ming Shi said lazily from behind her.

Junka did not want to talk to him.

She opened the drawer and found the talisman that the Government of the Hour issued to the Inquisitors to cover their faces.

This was what every Inquisitor would receive before they were hired.

Along with the talisman, there were usually a few serious exhortations: First, do not let the Fu Mourning God know your real name; Second, do not let them see your face; Third, do not take the initiative to mention their original owner to the sword; Fourth, do not tell the sword man that they have the "heart of man".

Without a doubt, Ming Shi had also seen these talismans. He clicked his tongue softly.

"This is just the government's advice. It's up to them to do it or not. Anyway, they have to bear the consequences."

Junka explained calmly and closed the drawer. But the second before she completely closed it, she found something unexpected.

"This one has wrinkles."

She took out a piece of talisman paper that was pressed at the innermost part of the talisman paper. She turned it towards the light and carefully observed it, "Ming Shi, look at this. Is it wet through?"

Ataka took the paper from her hand. His green and red eyes were inexplicably obscure.

"It's tears," he said affirmatively.

"… Have you ever cried?

Then why didn't you throw it away but keep it? "Junka was puzzled.

She asked Ataka to hold the talisman for the time being and walked to the calendar hanging on the wall.

"Let me see. The arrangement of her attendants seems to be different from mine."

Junka said as she flipped through the calendar, "It's the same person for several days. In the last month, it's [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] … Hmm?

In the first month, it's also [Tsurumaru Kuninaga]?

This Tsuru Maru must have fallen … She likes him quite a lot. "

She commented objectively.

Junka Hoshino, who was completely in office mode, gave people the feeling that she was calm and indifferent, without a trace of personal feelings.

Ataka frowned. No matter how long it had been, he didn't like her in this state.

But in the end, he didn't say anything. He just stood quietly beside her, holding the sword in one hand and his back tense.

He kept feeling that someone was watching them.

The gaze was evasive, careful, cautious, but not malicious, so Ataka didn't immediately make a move.

"Wait, something's wrong."

Junka suddenly said.

Ataka focused on the girl beside him, "What's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking?

But I don't think this is the arrangement of the attendants. "

Junka took out her communicator and quickly opened the one-on-one communication channel with Morikawa. She typed a string of words, "Either the Government of the Hour is deliberately hiding it from us, or the Government of the Hour doesn't know about it. I suspect that Akihara Jiayin isn't a simple 'New Inquisitor' who was assigned to This Pill because of her good personality."

She pressed the red "Send" button.

Junka paused, and her expression changed instantly. Ataka, who had been watching her all this time, noticed it. "Before the boss replies, let's go find the place that Swordsmith mentioned … where Tsurumaru Kuninaga is imprisoned."

"Master?" Ataka rarely called her that.

"Erm, Ataka."

Her tone of voice was rather subtle, almost as though she were bashful and somewhat helpless at the same time, "Have you ever heard of … an inquisitor using bodily fluids to appease and purify the fallen God of Mourning?"

Ataka thought of something bad.

"No way."

He widened his eyes in disbelief. Such an expression was rare for a sword-wielding Fu Mourning God like him. But the people in the room didn't show any surprise. Even Junka's expression was very strange.

"To be honest, I feel a chill on my back."

She touched the goosebumps on her upper arm, "If my guess about the relationship between the second inquisitor and the sword-wielding Fu Mourning God is correct, then it is really …"

Where they were standing now, what kind of scene was it at that time?

The author has something to say: The number of comments in the previous chapter is close to 60. If only everyone was so enthusiastic every day …

Do I need to explain this chapter?

Well, the names on the calendar were not arranged by the personal attendants at all, but the name list of the bedfellows (not in the CJ sense).

You must look at the split soul and the original soul separately. It has been emphasized many times before that the split soul and the original soul are different. Junmei's crane is only Junmei's crane … Emmmm, if all the cranes in the world like Junmei alone, it would be too immoral. I can't bear to look at it.

It was necessary to write this copy. Through this copy, Junmei and crane's thoughts about each other could be changed.

The last few lines were just Junmei's personal guess. In fact, the truth was a little sweeter.

Everyone, please bear with it. Look at the last chapter I wrote, This Pill of Darkness (chapters 4-6). My style is still very gentle.

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Let's talk about the new chapter.

The new female lead is not an inquisitor. She is an inhuman who has lived for a long time and has an extremely bad memory.

Gege will definitely not be evil.

As for the start of the chapter … when I graduate from the first team and start practicing Gege.

I will start the chapter next week.

But I still want to update this chapter first. I want to rush to full attendance in September. I hope everyone will support me!

(Solemn)

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The following topics are still not suitable for minors:

Many people asked me what I read. Emmmm, I can't answer. Why don't you all look at the comments of the previous chapter?

Someone posted it on that platform … After clicking on it, he would be able to see the article after scrolling down a little.

The quality is uneven. The characters are more or less suspected of OOC for driving. Well, there is no other way … So this is the reason why I didn't write about driving (looking for excuses).

At the end, there is a long overdue thank you list. Thank you to Slight Coolness, Capturer of the Moon, Huan Brilliant, Peach Jam, 13/13, Cattle Eat Grass, Skewers, and Yan Shen and Momo who sent the nutrient solution … Is there anyone left out?

I will continue to thank you in the next chapter!