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Cut Long Hasebe knew that he was dreaming.

In the dream, it was the This Pill that he was very familiar with.

Among the Fu Mourning God who came and went,

It was very easy to find The Inquisitor.

He stood there,

His expression proud and confident,

So different, like a beam of light,

Illuminating the whole world.

"Hasebe, let me see what you can do!" In the first battle after he appeared,

He was assigned to the team to go out.

Before he left,

The Inquisitor smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're very good!" After the battle,

The Inquisitor's eyes were full of admiration.

"Wow!

Sometimes you have to be merciful to others. "After the drill, The Inquisitor, who was watching from the side, said with a laugh.

"Hasebe, you're the captain this time, please."

"You're great, Hasebe."

"Give me victory!"

"I'm relieved to have you."

"Hasebe..."

"Hasebe..."

Day by day, he took care of the daily life of The Inquisitor,

He waved his sword bravely for The Inquisitor,

He helped The Inquisitor manage This Pill.

Their relationship became closer and closer day by day, they trusted each other and entrusted each other,

He could see The Inquisitor that Fu Mourning God could not see,

He even received the heavy affirmation of "I'm relieved to have you."

In the early days of This Pill, he was happy and satisfied.

This was all he had been pursuing.

That unique existence,

A treasure that would never be abandoned.

But gradually,

He did not know when it started,

Everything had undergone a new change.

He was rarely entrusted with the heavy responsibility of being the captain. The Inquisitor was always accompanied by other swords, and they never drank and chatted together under the moon.

Those words that used to be extremely precious were like a cloud before dawn. When the sun shone, they disappeared without a trace, like a wishful illusion.

— — Every time I met him, he would endure and sacrifice for me. He even told me that he was willing to do so no matter how long I had to wait …

You don't know, I got goosebumps right then and there.

Did he say such words so that others would thank him and make it up to him?

There were plenty of normal swords and sabers out there. Who would have the time to accompany him in acting out the bitter drama of a master and servant every day?

The echoing sound reverberated in the Honmaru.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

The shadow stretched and twisted, swallowing him and the floor together.

The left side of her chest felt stuffy and sore, as if something was grabbing it in the palm of her hand and massaging it wantonly.

Endless loneliness enveloped him, throwing him into an extremely cold place filled with biting cold winds.

There was nothing there. It was empty. Even if he screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice would not reach his ears.

He was about to suffocate to death …

Cut Long Hasebe opened his eyes abruptly and was unable to move for more than ten seconds.

Sweat slid down his back and his palms were wet and sticky.

At this moment, the environment he was in was not the bottomless abyss in his dream.

Although it was still night, there were still dots of light that dyed the place a dim yellow light.

Those were the lights of the tall building opposite him and the roaring traffic in the distance.

Hasebe checked the electronic watch on the bedside table. The time showed 04: 13.

It had been almost 18 hours since he came to this apartment.

The gray-haired man lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The fragments of the dream were still vaguely traceable. Even if he could not remember the specific scenes clearly, the feeling of despair and pain still came back, binding him until he could not breathe.

He stretched out his arm.

The limbs in his field of vision were twice as wide and thick as those of ordinary people. They were very thick and strong.

Amidst the dense and undulating muscles, green blood vessels twisted and turned, entrenched like crawling insects.

So ugly …

Cut Long Hasebe sneered.

He put down his arm.

In just a short period of time, he seemed to have gotten used to this ugly appearance.

The Inquisitor's friend lived in the room next to him.

Not long after The Inquisitor left, the man named Wei Tao came upstairs again and knocked on his door.

"I cooked cereal and put it on the table.

Don't eat it too late, it will get cold. "

After leaving these words, the black-haired, blue-eyed man took his briefcase and hurriedly left the apartment.

After he left, Hasebe changed into the clothes The Inquisitor gave him and went downstairs to familiarize himself with the environment.

Cut Long Hasebe's temporary residence was large and spacious.

The main activity area on the second floor was almost all glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

At noon, the sunlight poured in without any obstruction and enveloped the entire room.

The gray-haired man curiously pressed the keys of the grand piano in the corner and heard a clear and bright sound.

He was afraid that he would break this wonderful machine, so he only played a few times and withdrew his hand.

He walked to the small living room at the entrance of the apartment and tried to turn on the TV with the remote control.

The TV was broadcasting local news about the city.

"There's a flea market and a house rally in the city …"

The screen showed the location of the rally.

Leaning against several landmark buildings, Hasebe realized that it was the open space he was looking out of the window.

He ate the breakfast Wei Tao cooked, cleaned up the tableware and kitchen, put on a jacket, took the wallet and keys The Inquisitor gave him, and took the elevator out.

Outside the door, it was a beautiful spring day.

The willows were green, and red flowers were on the branches.

Cut Long Hasebe hadn't seen so many people in This Pill for a long time, except for the battlefield and occasional outings.

He uncomfortably pulled his denim jacket tighter and lowered his hat.

Because of the tailbone in his butt, The Inquisitor gave him very loose pants.

In order to unify the style of dress, he also wore the same type of hoodie, hood, or short sleeves.

In addition, the note that The Inquisitor put in the clothes detailed the hats, accessories, and shoes to bring with each set of clothes, so even if he still had doubts about the outfit, the gray-haired man strictly followed.

Looking out from the apartment, the tall buildings made of reinforced concrete towered into the clouds, making the Fu Mourning God, who was used to living in the shogunate era, instinctively reject them.

But when he walked downstairs and really joined the crowd, he realized that this was really a beautiful city.

Green plants and flowers could be seen everywhere, and the streets were clean and tidy. The citizens were wearing bright clothes and laughing, full of vitality and vitality.

Children were running in the park, shouting and playing football. Old people were walking slowly with their crutches and pet dogs. Most of them were office workers who were rushing to work. They were talking on the phone, eating breakfast, and rushing to various workplaces.

The flea market and the house rally were even more lively.

There were all kinds of games and competitions, as well as all kinds of stalls.

The citizens sold each other's goods, and men and women of all ages gathered together to watch and negotiate.

Cut Long Hasebe visited one stall after another. Gradually, amidst the noise, his anxious heart slowly calmed down.

No one noticed him, and no one looked at him in a strange way.

But this kind of indifference was not the deliberate neglect and forgetfulness in This Pill.

In a place where no one knew him, he felt a long-lost sense of freedom.

From the results, he had to thank his new The Inquisitor.

"Hey, sir, do you want a hot dog?" the vendor on the mobile cart asked enthusiastically.

Cut Long Hasebe, who was walking past the cart, stopped in his tracks.

The steaming sausages shone in the sun, giving off an enticing aroma.

In front of the outdoor table next to him, the citizens put food on the table one after another.

There were fried noodles, drinks of various colors, hot dogs with sauces, and other foods that had never been seen before.

"Try one!" the vendor continued to promote his food enthusiastically, and at the same time, he skillfully served the other customers.

The aroma wafted into his nostrils again. Cut Long Hasebe was a little tempted. He was about to nod when he saw the customers hand the vendor a banknote.

"No." Gray Hair Knife shook his head, lowered his hat, and walked into the crowd.

The Inquisitor gave him money, and also said that he could use it as he pleased.

But as a subject, how could he be so righteous as to ask his lord to pay?

He returned to the apartment, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out some ingredients. He tried to recall what little cooking experience he had and tried to cook a meal.

The result was too horrible to look at.

People who were not used to kitchen appliances almost started a fire.

So Cut Long Hasebe finally rushed to the bag of cereal left by Wei Tao in the cupboard to fill his stomach.

He had to find a job.

Fu Mourning God took out his phone, and according to the instructions, dialed the employment agency's hotline, "Hello, I need a job …"

The other party asked him about his situation in detail.

Name, age, ability, and education. They also sent him an email on the computer for him to fill in the details.

It took Hasebe a lot of time to figure out how to check emails, and he chose detective from the options provided by the other party: Scientist, Doctor, Businessman, Astronaut, Writer, and so on.

[Detective]

[Do you want to be the kind of police officer who never really gets off work?

If you do, this is a job that suits you very well. We will also provide rewards to make up for your unhealthy lifestyle!

For example, you can wear a police uniform as pajamas, or dress your children up in prison suits as a valuable lesson for that C +.

Their bedrooms can be turned into real prison cells with prison bars and surveillance cameras.

Also, there's an additional benefit: you can use your own one-way mirror to pay attention to their movements.]

[Hiring: Trainee]

[20 sim coins per hour, Monday to Friday, 08: 00 to 17: 00]

For Blade, martial prowess was the only talent he had.

It was also something that he would not sell until he was at the end of his rope.

But that was in the past.

Back then, Cut Long Hasebe wouldn't stoop so low as to bend over for five buckets of rice.

But Blade, who had already fallen, was no longer qualified to serve his lord. In order to survive, he wasn't qualified to be picky.

The employment agency left him a phone number, address, and time for an interview the next day.

Hasebe heaved a sigh of relief.

There was no one in the apartment. There were still a few hours before nightfall. He found his toiletries and began to clean the room.

The floor, the dining table, the stove, the toilet, the shower … After washing for a few hours, Cut Long Hasebe rinsed his oatmeal again. He then returned to his bedroom, took out a change of clothes, and got some water from the bathroom on the third floor to clean himself up.

That night, Hasebe didn't see The Inquisitor's friends until he fell asleep.

He fell asleep in exhaustion, but was woken up by a nightmare less than six hours later.

It was clearly over.

Why couldn't he forget it …

In the dark night, Fu Mourning God smiled bitterly and covered his face helplessly.

Just then, the door lock clicked, and someone pushed the door open and entered.

Cut Long Hasebe sat up abruptly and reached for the pillow, only to find that his body wasn't there.

"Did I wake you up?"

The visitor's voice was gentle and pleasant. He walked a few steps slowly and turned on the wall lamp in the room.

The light came on, and the young man with short black hair walked to the bedside and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, I'm a little late. It was an accident."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and naturally reached out to touch Hasebe's neck, squeezing his tight muscles. "Relax, it won't take long this time."

His purple eyes stared straight at him. The hesitation in his eyes paused for two seconds before it was covered by his lowered eyelids. "I … I want to clean up first."

"No." The Inquisitor refused firmly. "We have to speed up. We have to rush back to take This Pill after we're done."

As soon as his voice fell, The Inquisitor's hand exerted force, and Gray Hair Knife couldn't support himself and slipped onto the bed.

Ji Kai rolled up the quilt and threw it to the corner. With his other hand, he nimbly pulled off the belt of Hasebe's nightgown.

He pressed his whole body against Fu Mourning God's bare chest and whispered in a hoarse voice, "You're too late.