Watching the two teenagers leaving, Shi Bai casually threw the phone in his hand up a few times, without paying any attention to where it landed, and not worrying at all that the phone would fall to the ground.
When he was the only one left here, Shi Bai opened his phone and clicked on the empty address book. He chuckled faintly, "How could I possibly give my secret to someone else?"
"What a surprising deception..." Shi Bai sighed, and then pronounced the name that would never go wrong word by word: "Zhongyuan, Zhongye."
"So, have all the teachers in this world's literary world gone gangster?"
Shi Bai put away his phone and counted the people he had met with these special names on his fingers, and then he could only say with regret: "I really should have studied hard back then."
After a careful calculation, he realized that all he knew were a few well-known literary masters and their representative works.
For example, in Dazai Osamu's representative work "No Longer Human", I remember there was a line "I'm sorry for being born as a human being" which was almost everywhere in the streets at that time. Later I heard that it was not actually written by Mr. Dazai, but just a quotation. I don't remember the details clearly.
Another example is Natsume Soseki’s confession, “The moon is so beautiful tonight.”
As for the rest... Shi Bai stopped thinking.
Not to mention making him recall the relationship between the literary masters.
The name of the Time Government contains the word "time". Their grasp of space and time is really advanced. Shi Bai is not a native of the time and space where the Time Government is located, but was found by the Time Government in the 21st century of his own world and became an inquisitor.
The process of becoming an Inquisitor is a little more complicated, so there is no need to explain it in detail.
"As a result, we can't get relevant information through this kind of thing." Shi Bai looked a little regretful, his hand stroking the hilt of the knife at his waist, but his tone was quite light.
"It seems like we've been out for a long time tonight, let's go back."
As the leader of the Port Mafia, Sword takes orders directly from the leader. No one, whether a cadre or anything else, has the authority to ask him to do anything.
The [Leader] probably didn't like having a knife hanging around his neck even when he was sleeping, so he prepared a rather luxurious room for Shibai.
The leader's behavior is contradictory. He trusts this extremely useful sword, and many secret matters are asked of him, but he seems to be doubting whether the sword will be pointed at him one day.
That's why Dr. Mori wants to replace me. Shibai thought as he lay on the soft mattress.
He stretched out his arm, and in the dim room, through the moonlight outside the window, he looked at this hand that was too white and thin, yet not lacking in strength.
The sleeves slid down my arms, and I felt an inexplicable desire to sigh at this body.
In Shibai's opinion, he and Tsurumaru's compatibility is not very high. Although his personality is not rigid, he is definitely not as lively as Tsurumaru. To be honest, he prefers ordinary days, rather than being in the midst of gunpowder and gunfire like now.
That would be fine, but he also needs to learn from Tsurumaru Kuninaga to perform some harmless pranks - everything that happens here has no script, and Shibai can only rely on his own understanding and take one step at a time.
Fortunately, the tasks given by Shi Zheng are very easy to operate. At least in Shi Bai's eyes, the so-called tasks of Shi Zheng have no restrictions at all. At most, they require the inquisitors to exercise self-discipline and not accidentally destroy other worlds.
All worlds have their own directions, just like the butterfly effect. Under the initial conditions, tiny changes can trigger a long-term and huge chain reaction in the entire system. There are constants and variables in the development of the world, not to mention the variable that should not appear but appears in these worlds.
With so many years of history in current affairs protection, it is impossible not to understand this.
Therefore, Shiba is currently just following Tsurumaru Kuninaga's character, letting things take their course according to his personality, doing whatever he should do, not caring at all about what his actions will lead to, and not paying attention to the so-called "history".
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is first and foremost a sword, and as a sword, it naturally needs to be loyal to the person who uses it - but now it has a human body, and the so-called "master" cannot meet his satisfaction, killing innocent people and being extremely cruel. At this time, what will Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has human rationality, do?
Should we treat sword gods like humans, or just regard them as cold weapons?
In Shiba's eyes, the sword god has human desires, the nobility of gods, and the coldness of weapons. When he was still in Honmaru, Shiba treated them as colleagues, interacting with them with equality and respect, never taking a step closer, and always maintaining a perfect distance.
But in this world, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's existence has become special. He is probably the only god of death, and in the eyes of everyone, he is unaware of current affairs.
In the minds of these people, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a sword that has existed for a thousand years since the Heian period. It is a loyal weapon that was just born but has indeed gone through a long time.
Shibai closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and whispered to himself: "...I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga. I was created in the Heian period, and I have served many masters until now."
"...But, it's hard to believe that you're digging graves and stealing from shrines just to get me..."
"As a sword, I have no power to refuse, I can only accept..."
Shi Bai slowly opened his pair of mechanical-looking golden eyes. The moonlight reflected in them was only tinged with the moon's unique coldness. His voice began to become low: "Now that I have unexpectedly acquired a human body, this generation's [Master] is violent and wanton. Although swords originally existed to kill enemies..."
"But putting me against innocent children... is also a shock that makes me completely unhappy."
"Come to think of it, why do swords have to have a so-called "master"?"
"Now that I have a human body, why can't I recognize myself as the master? Isn't it natural for the dead god to use my own body?"
"That way I'll have a fresh supply of scares."
Shibai sat up, looking at the snow-white blade placed on the side, crooked his eyes and revealed a very tempting smile: "Hmm, it feels like things are getting interesting!"
Thinking about the character and getting the script, Shi Bai immediately retracted his expression and began to fish happily. He closed his eyes and planned to take a short rest. After all, even if his body was a sword, his spirit would still be tired.
The next day, at the Port Mafia headquarters building.
The office of the leader of the Hong Kong underworld is located at the highest point of this building. From the outside, it is a brand new and beautiful office building, but all the residents living here know that this building was built with countless lives and was dyed black with the blood of countless people.
Because of his special status, Shi Bai is allowed to walk around with a sword. Recently, the leader's emotions have become more and more easily aroused, even more extreme and terrifying than when Shi Bai first met him.
It was still early, and Shi Bai was lying on the reflective glass wall of the building, staring at the slowly rising sun with burning eyes.
The light of the rising sun was very warm, as if it was shining through the glass onto Shibai's body. Shibai also squeezed Tsurumaru's beautiful face onto the glass - fortunately, due to the height and the reflective glass, no one could peek into it, otherwise Shibai would have really thrown Tsurumaru's face into another world.
"Oh? You're up really early at this hour, Mr. Tsurumaru."
Shi Bai turned around, the sparkling light in his eyes was not dimmed at all, but looked even clearer, "It's you."
The handsome Fu Ni Shen smiled and spoke with great vigor. He said, "No matter how many times I have seen it, it is a wonderful feeling to be able to watch the sunrise and sunset in this posture."
Ozaki Kouha covered her face with long sleeves and a gentle smile. Although Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a sword that has existed for a thousand years, in her opinion, the character of the god of death has little to do with the age of the sword itself.
When not on missions, Tsurumaru Kuninaga looks like a child who is full of curiosity about the world. He is interested in everything and finds everything interesting. He also occasionally performs harmless and non-annoying pranks.
In this port mafia shrouded in fear, this white figure is not warm, but it is enough to bring some light to the darkness where they are.
Many people are afraid of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, including a large number of people in the Hong Kong underworld. However, only those who have been around the "leader" for many years will understand how necessary Tsurumaru Kuninaga's existence is.
When will they understand that Tsurumaru Kuninaga is just a knife, and all his actions that hurt others are just orders from the leader? What about this?
If it hadn't encountered such a master, the knife wouldn't have to deliberately hide the gentleness in its nature. If it had found a good master, how could it go back and do things that it couldn't bear to do.
All the so-called pranks never brought any bad consequences, but instead brought some lightness to their tense time.
Doesn't anyone realize that this sword has actually been silently taking care of them all along?
Ozaki Kouye thought of this and her tone became softer unconsciously: "Are you going to look for the leader?"
The smile on Shi Bai's face suddenly faded, but it was not obvious. He narrowed his eyes and his tone became steady: "Yes, then I will go first."
Ozaki Kouyo nodded, and watching Shibai leave, she couldn't help but sigh softly. No matter what, he was still just a child who was less than five years old (Fukuei-shin)...