msmithbooks Chapter 112 The Dwarf's Wrath
Chapter 112 The Dwarf's Wrath
I don't know if Hijikata Toshisan sent someone to arrest Natsuo Toshiro and Honosuke Dagger. After interrogating the three of them that night, they were quickly escorted back to other rooms, and there were always guards outside the door.
After all, he accidentally found out the secret, so it is normal to be under strict supervision.Although he was locked up with the historical revisionist, fortunately everyone was tied up and their weapons were confiscated, so he didn't pay much attention to the short knife, and quickly forced himself to fall asleep before dawn.
The night passed.
Dagger didn't wake up until near noon the next day.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Mikazuki Zongjin's smiling face appeared at a short distance above his head.Looking at his face, the dagger was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and quickly sat up on his lap.
"What time is it?"
Sanri Yuezong smiled and said, "It's almost noon."
He has slept for such a long time, Dian Dao thought to himself, and moved the hands tied behind his back, the blood is not smooth after being bound for a long time, and the hands feel cold now.
He glanced at Mikayue Zongjin who had been using him as a pillow until just now, leaning against the wall: "May I loosen the rope for you?" He said, arching his back with his head, and lowering his head to his tied wrists He gritted his teeth.
At this time, the door was suddenly pulled open.
"Oh yeah, look what I found out."
Director Chong Tian walked in from outside the house without any haste, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Isn't it a bit late to want to escape now?"
He walked up to Dagger and looked down at the two of them: "Do you want to report this to Mr. Hijikata, but if you hear the news, the lives of both of you may be in danger."
"We have no intention of fleeing."
Director Chong Tian frowned and said with a smile, "But in my opinion, you all want to run away."
The short knife looked at him silently, but saw that the young man seemed to remember something, and suddenly pulled out a sword from his arms.
He rested his hands on both ends of the sword, and put the thing in his hand in front of the dagger to signal him: "This is yours."
The dagger didn't respond.
"Ignore me?" Okita Shoji showed a slightly surprised expression, seemingly helplessly pulled out the sword, looked at the blade, and suddenly said with emotion: "It's really become a lot more beautiful."
He raised his head and glanced at the dagger, then glanced at the frowning young man next to him, murmured thoughtfully, and suddenly put away the sword.
He stood up, and at this moment, a slightly surprised voice came from outside the door.
I saw Yukimura Chizuru, who appeared at an unknown time, standing at the door, holding a plate and looking into the room with a surprised expression, hesitating whether to go in or not.
"Why is Mr. Okita here? Shouldn't you be patrolling the streets at this hour?"
Director Okita spread his hands helplessly: "Mr. Hijikata has been arguing with me, saying that he is not allowed to go out unless he recovers from a cold."
Yukimura Chizuru couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Hijikata is concerned about you, please take good care of your body as soon as possible so that everyone can rest assured."
"Even Xiao Qianhe said the same thing, a cold or something is not considered a disease at all."
Yukimura Chizuru smiled helplessly, and walked into the room with a plate.Seeing her approaching Short Sword and Mikazuki Zongjin, Director Okita asked, "Will you bring them food?"
"Yes, Mr. Hijikata ordered," Yukimura Chizuru said, suddenly frowned slightly.
"what happened?"
"Mr. Hijikata didn't allow them to untie their ropes, but how can they eat if they don't untie the ropes..."
She glanced at the black-haired boy who had been staring at this side with unusually fiery eyes just now, maybe it was somewhat similar to her experience back then, Yukimura Chizuru couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, after thinking about it, she picked up a rice ball on the plate Handed it to the boy's mouth.
The only person in the room who really needed to eat was Dagger, but Yukimura Chizuru didn't know it. She glanced at Mikazuki Zongjin who was quietly sitting next to the happy boy who was eating, and she hesitated: "Do you want to use some too?"
The youth's dress is too gorgeous, which will always make Yukimura Chizuru have the illusion that the other party is a high-ranking official. Besides, just because of the face that makes her feel ashamed as a woman, Yukimura Chizuru is embarrassed to hold the big white rice. Go to people's faces.
Fortunately, the young man just smiled faintly when he heard the words, and then politely refused, Yukimura Chizuru couldn't help but secretly relieved in his heart.
The young man in front of him was still eating the white rice with only salt in it. Yukimura Chizuru looked back at the silent person in the corner of the room, and saw that young man staring at him with staring eyes like a hungry wolf. Souji Okita, who was standing aside, didn't give half of his attention to this side.
She asked Okita Souji, who seemed very idle, "Mr. Okita, can you help feed that man, he looks very hungry."
Souji Okita turned his head to look at the person in the corner, but when he met the young man's gaze, he immediately froze for a moment.
He picked up a rice ball and walked over, smiling: "Are you looking at me?"
The young man stared at him with an obscure expression, and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."
"Can you tell me why?"
"Sick... is it hard?"
"..."
The answer that the donkey's lips didn't match the horse's mouth made Mr. Okita slightly frowned. He looked back at the few people who were feeding and feeding the ground in the other side of the room, and he didn't seem to notice the situation here.Souji Okita turned his head, and the casual smile that he often wore on his face slowly faded:
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything, can I stay with you?"
"Pfft—cough, cough!"
When the young man spoke, he didn't suppress his voice at all, and his words were easily overheard by Dagger and the others. Dagger was caught in his throat by rice grains because of his fright, and when he coughed, he almost sprayed the rice grains in his mouth onto Chizuru Yukimura's face opposite him.
The short knife coughed a little, and Mikazuki Zongjin wanted to help him straighten his back, but he couldn't move because his hands were tied, so he could only look at Yukimura Chizuru with pleading eyes, but the latter was also confused by the speech just now. Dazed, holding up the half-eaten rice ball and staring blankly over there, obviously already a fool.
I thought this historical revisionism was a bit strange, and I looked at people with a bit of color in my eyes, but I didn't expect it to be what Dagger thought.
Although he was at the end of the 800 million gods, he was a god in name anyway, yet he was about to commit himself to a human being so lightly.
Well, let’s just say it, are you Qingguang, California, or Yamato Shou’an.
After finally recovering his breath, he looked at Souji Okita who was trembling slightly from the shock of the words but still tried to maintain a calm face, coughed with a short knife, and couldn't help but light a candle for him in his heart.
According to the degree of love and action ability of those two, it can almost be concluded that this one is Yamato Shou'an.
Sure enough, all the Yamato Shoujis in the world are equally unstable. If everyone is like this one, Okita Souji may not die of illness but death of fright in the future.
Although Dagger felt that it was just a momentary nervousness of that historical revisionism, and the wording was a bit inappropriate, but who told him to keep staring at Souji Okita since last night, and suddenly said such words today, can he not be misunderstood? !
Sure enough, Okita Souji didn't even look at him after standing still for a minute, and left with a strange facial expression. Chizuru Yukimura's dull nerves also vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he quickly packed up his things and ran away. There are only three short swords left.
The little brother of historical revisionism seemed to be very depressed. He hung his shoulders against the wall and restored the previous melancholy and silent atmosphere. The short knife glanced at him, suddenly remembered his family's Yamato Shou'an, and encouraged him with a little sympathy:
"Cheer up! That person looks tough on the outside, but as long as you stalk him, he will always surrender!"
The historical revisionist brother ignored him.
Dian Dao is not discouraged: "Don't worry, I am a good person. Although we are enemies now, as long as you don't offend me, I will do my best to help you, for example—"
"Shut up, shorty."
"..."
cccc! ! !Do you dislike him for being short?Just wait, wait until he pulls his three-meter-long legs out of the ground, I won't scare you to death!
He glared at him viciously, but the person leaning against the wall over there didn't even look at him, so the dagger could only grit his teeth angrily and twist his head away.
Originally, I had a good impression because it was Yamato who kept the stability, but what kind of broken sword is this!Sure enough, everything should be at home!
Dagger kicked the air with a whimper, and Sanriyue Zongjin beside him couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and leaned into Dagger's ear: "Do you want to escape?"
The dagger came back to his senses: "Didn't you sprain your foot?"
"It's just pretending." Sanriyue Zongjin said, "The catfish tail is still outside. It has been half a day now, and it is probably looking for our traces. We can't completely expect that the people here will really bring them here, after all, we are also being arrested now. A state of doubt, even if they come our behavior will still be restricted."
"But this is also the place where you can get the most accurate information..."
In addition, there is a historical revisionist who mixed in with them and has so far been unable to figure out their true intentions.
The dagger was pondering, at this moment, two people suddenly walked in from outside the house.
It looks like an ordinary soldier.
Before he could say anything, he suddenly pulled up the dagger, as if he was going to drag it out.
Stunned by the dagger that had been dragged a few steps, he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of Sanri Yuezong, only to see that the young man was also pulled up by another team member and walked towards this side together.
What is this for?
Do you want another trial?
The moment he was dragged out of the room, he looked back at the only person left in the room. The team members who came to arrest him didn't try to drag him, and it seemed that they were about to have a triage trial.
Sanri Yuezong, who was caught behind him, didn't resist, with his head slightly lowered, as before with a slight limp.
Indeed, compared to a person like Dagger who looks like a child despite having force, a tall figure like Muneko Mikazuki's is more oppressive, but if that person's body is inconvenient to move, the threat will follow Weakened a lot.
As it is now, the team member holding the dagger seems to have been fortunate enough to watch the scene where the dagger made a Rakshasa bloom last night, so the hand holding the dagger was extraordinarily strong and rough. Confused, that can't be called "holding", it is the gesture of helping the lady onto the sedan chair!
Having been affirmed by the value of force, the dagger should be happy, but for some reason, he always felt a little angry, and he kept his tangled face and was dragged all the way until he was dragged into a room.