[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

Chapter 219 When the information exchange is in progress

Tsurumaru sat on a high branch, and below was the taiko bell Zhenzong who called his name.

Sorry Zhen-chan, I don't want to go down yet.

Maybe it was really affected by the child himself, obviously his memory is not missing at all, but he has a child's self-willedness in his actions, and even the way he speaks tends to be childish.

But as a child, you can see even more.

No matter how much they remind in their hearts, everyone can't help letting go of a child. His pranks are the same as before, but those people will only pick him up helplessly, pat his head lightly, and finally stuff him a piece of sugar.

How could these people be his horrible colleagues, all of them looked like kind neighbors who lived in the next house, and he was so scared out of shape by the strange painting styles of his colleagues.

Taiko Bell finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for Tsurumaru after searching for a long time. He muttered that Tsurumaru was so naughty when he was a child and then went elsewhere, thinking that Tsurumaru should have gone to other places.

The sudden addition of so many annoying adults is also one of the troubles of becoming smaller.

Shaking his little head, Tsurumaru understood the helplessness of the examiner towards Candlestick Kiri and Hasebe every time.

But according to the judge, he is quite sure that he will become that kind of person in the future?The murderous aura is overflowing and the future cannot be seen, and the place where the whole person is only one step away from the darkness is crumbling.

——It's crooked, and the little chinchilla is definitely crooked.

"Come down, I know you're in the tree."

Yaken appeared under Tsurumaru's hiding place, without raising his head, he directly determined the location of Tsurumaru.

"It's dangerous for a child to be in a tree."

Imamu's voice appeared in Tsurumaru's ears. Even if he became smaller, he was still inferior to short swords in terms of concealment and detection. As for why he could deceive Sada-chan.

Friends, have you heard of Shashu?

"I don't want to play with you."

Tsurumaru stretched his hands, and fell down from the gap between the branches accurately. In the past, he could only hang miserably among the branches, but now, only the leaves can brush his cheeks.

"Finally caught you."

The moment Tsurumaru landed on the ground, Yaken spilled a handful of medicinal powder, which directly made Tsurumaru's legs and feet weak and sat on the ground. Imamu followed and jumped down, and the bell on his ankle made a crisp and clear sound.

"Don't pretend, I know you don't have amnesia." Yaoyan's tone was exceptionally flat, and he was wearing an inner suit, turning a sharp scalpel in his hand, "It depends on what you knew about us when you were playing pranks, I think you know The god judge certainly didn't seal your memory, so there's no need to pretend in front of us."

"The two of us just happened to have something we wanted to talk to you about."

Imai and Yaken pulled Tsurumaru up, firmly trapping him between them: "For the meeting that day, the two of us have some questions that we want to get answers from you."

"I won't say anything."

Tsurumaru puffed up his cheeks and talked to them angrily: "You guys are not begging for help. Since you want to get something from me, you should release the exchange."

"Or do you want everyone to know that you have not lost your memory?"

Yao Yan smiled softly: "I think they will happily ask you to go to the arm field for a calm discussion after you regain your shape."

Bullying a child is a bit of a conscience; but when the child is actually Tsurumaru with memories, all the anxiety disappears immediately, and even a little flattered.

"Well, in exchange, you will help me cover in front of others."

Tsurumaru happened to have something to look for them too, and both sides got satisfactory results. They purposely found a small corner where there was no one, and two short knives blocked Tsurumaru directly in the corner, which they said was safer.

Is there any unsafe place in this Honmaru?

Yao Yan pushed down his glasses: "Now you can tell all the things you saw that day."

The tone is quite impolite.

Imjian's clogs knocked regularly on the stone slab, and every time he stepped down, a small piece of gravel dust would be raised.

"Actually, nothing special happened. It's just that after the god judge appeared in the form of an adult, it seemed to be a different person." Tsurumaru was surrounded in the corner and there was no special change. "And he also bullied me. He personally turned into the poor Fusangshen of the cub, which is very different from the usual god judge."

"If this is the ideal self that the judge said, then something is definitely wrong with him."

Tsurumaru said this assertion quite firmly.

"Is there nothing else?" Yaken took down every word Tsurumaru said, "Perhaps there is something more different about the general, do you remember?"

"He even drank wine and no milk."

Full of inconceivability permeated this sentence, Tsurumaru raised his finger to indicate the price of the milk: "That's the milk that the god judge loves most, and he didn't even drink it."

Looking at the sky with Jinjian, Yaoyan frowned.

"Tsuraru, can you talk to us again after recovering?"

After listening to this pretentiously childish tone, I just felt itchy and wanted to slap the white-haired kid in front of me.

"Could it be that only a god judge can restore you to your original state? If so, let's go to the White Tower together."

Yao Yan stuffed the notebook directly into his pocket: "However, I think that since the general can safely throw you out, it means that he is well aware of your state, and it should be your request to continue to maintain the current state." .”

"And it's for such an idiotic reason to make a good fuss."

Imai's tone was full of sarcasm: "Isn't it enough to experience childhood for three days? Could it be that you plan to maintain your current form forever?"

"Of course not." Tsurumaru said confidently, "If I recover here, are you going to let me wear this small dress that doesn't even cover my upper body? Rumors that I'm a pervert, that's so sad."

"There is no need to spread this."

"Everyone knows it too."

The dagger sang and chorused, and he set up Tsurumaru neatly and ran directly to his house. The structure of Honmaru is actually very simple, especially Imaken once went to Tsurumaru's room. balcony.

"Five minutes should be enough." Yaoyan estimated the time, "The anesthetic has almost expired, do you need our help to change clothes?"

"Of course not." Tsurumaru pulled out a set of inner suits from the closet and went into the changing room, "I really lost to the two of you, with terrible mobility."

"After all, you said it was a crane, but it was actually more slippery than a loach."

The two of them also blocked for several days before they seized such a rare opportunity.

Restoring the original appearance is really as easy as Cang Li said, Tsurumaru looked at himself in the mirror, and after a little doubt that the person in the mirror was not like himself, he seemed to be blown The balloon whizzed and grew bigger, accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth.

Ah, the clothes given by the judge are ruined.

Tsurumaru looked at the broken fabric on the ground with some pity. This was his favorite piece of clothing when he was a child, but it was ruined by his adult self. The adult himself is such a scumbag.

After feeling so emotional, Tsurumaru put on the inner uniform, brushed his hair, looked at the familiar self in the mirror, and felt that the scene three seconds ago was like a dream.

It turns out that there are such sequelae after becoming bigger and smaller, which is really terrible.

"I'm fine."

Tsurumaru pushed the door and came out, and saw that the two daggers had moved the chair over, and the two looked at Tsurumaru at the same time, with the same expression on different faces.

"The look in your eyes will make me feel that I have done something crazy."

Tsurumaru twitched the corner of his mouth, and sat generously opposite the short sword: "Okay, now we can talk in detail about various things about the God Judge, and you must have brought a lot of information. .”

"Of course, I will also exchange my side for you."

Three days of observation is enough for Tsurumaru to roughly piece together the outline of a map, and the news brought by Yaken and Imai is the fastest way to draw the entire map.

Cang Li has been sleeping all the time, obviously he has a poor capacity for alcohol and the fate of drinking hard is so miserable, he has been drunk for several days.

So when Fu Sangshen came to the door and wanted to ask Cang Li to restore Tsurumaru to its original state, he saw the valet pointing to the quilt bag on the sofa and telling him that the person he was looking for was inside.

The way of drinking like a cat is entirely because Cang Li can't drink alcohol, but the adult self also wants to indulge occasionally, and the headache after getting drunk is left to the childhood self to solve, the perfect solution.

Obviously they are all themselves, but different forms take pleasure in pitting other forms. It's like the soul is divided into two halves, and they use the opportunity of switching to mock each other, making people unable to laugh at all.

"water……"

Cangli weakly stuck his head out from under the quilt, saw the glass on the bedside table with his half-opened eyes, and slowly reached out to the glass at a speed ten times slower.

"I'll help you."

Thanks to today's valet for being the reliable Hirano, he immediately spotted Cangli who had woken up. After changing the other person from lying down to half leaning against the bedside table, he deliberately went to fetch another glass of warm water, holding the glass Let Cangli drink it.

"Would you like another drink?"

After drinking warm water, Cang Li's chaotic head gradually returned to normal: "No more... how many days have I been drunk?"

Hirano's expression was a bit indescribable: "You have been asleep for almost five days."

If it wasn't for the meal time every day, Cangli would wake up to eat like sleepwalking, and he would have to wonder if the inquisitor was really poisoned and had an accident. He didn't have the habit of drinking, but he was used to seeing the three alcoholics in Honmaru. Especially the boldness of the Japanese No. [-] cups, and the fragility of the judge really surprised all the fusangshen.

It turns out that the only weakness of such a powerful god judge is alcohol?

No wonder the Prohibition of Alcohol was approved so quickly. It seems that the judge himself is very aware of the lethality of this thing, so he dare not try it easily.

"Five days? Huh?"

Cang Li's expression froze for a moment: "No wonder I feel like I'm sleepy..."

Hirano brought in another bowl of slightly sweet soup from the outside: "This is specially prepared by Yaoken for you, and it is said that you won't have a headache after drinking it after you wake up."

"Thank you for the reliable medicine research of this pill." Cang Li picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp. It was not as bad as the sober medicine. His soul trembled, "Has anything happened these days?"

"If Tsurumaru played a prank for three days and then recovered, and then was blocked for a whole day in the field to learn, then there is indeed something wrong."

Cangli smiled: "It seems that you have a lot of complaints about Tsurumaru."

Hirano took Cangli's empty bowl and put it on the tray: "To be precise, it's us, the child's Tsurumaru is a hundred times more difficult to deal with than the adult's, and he can't be directly educated by him. Taiko Bell and the others take care of him."

"The benefits of having a guardian."

"You are right."