Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

And after witnessing Zheng Yi and Tigulis taking turns to wipe the ass of human beings, even if Hirao Bozhi was unwilling to admit it, he still inevitably had a doubt in this series of blows.

Could it be that his obsession really took root in the wrong place?

"... Nothing really changed."

Standing on the steps, Hiroyuki Hiiragi looked up at the main entrance of the temple just above.

When he was young, before going abroad, whenever he had doubts in his heart, or simply lost his way, he would come to this Mibu Temple.

There are not many monks here, and Hiroshi Hiroshi remembered that when he came for the last time, only the taciturn, dignified but helpful old abbot was left.

In a sense, the old abbot is one of his life mentors.

And now that he will come here, it is probably an old habit that dies hard.

"Oh!"

Some panicked voices came from the main entrance, and Hiroyuki who was a few steps away was blocked by the high stairs, and couldn't see what was going on at the front.

But he could clearly see the light yellow dome hat whirling down in the wind.

Seeing that the hat was coming towards him, Hirohiro stretched out his hand and easily took the hat in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, it is clearly a women's design.

"Ah... thank you."

A shy voice came, and Hiroyuki looked up, and there was a weak-looking woman looking at him at the top of the stairs, and waved her hand shyly.

"Could you please bring up your hat?"

"of course."

Hiroyuki smiled, took the wind hat and took another step, crossed the last flight of stairs, and came to the woman's side.

"Come on, hat."

"Thanks so much, I was worried where it was going to get blown."

The woman took the hat and showed a relieved smile.

And Hiiragi Bozhi waved his hand gently, his appearance was completely different from the vengeful ghost when he faced Zheng Yi.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for anyone to believe that this man who looked like an ordinary uncle next door had such a ferocious face.

This is Hiroyuki Hiroyuki's gentle smile from the heart.

"It's just a hands-on effort."

"Please don't say that, it's really helpful... My name is Kuroda Megumi, please give me your advice."

"My name is Hiroyuki Hiiragi."

Looking at the gossip tray in Megumi Kuroda's arms, Hiroyuki Hiroyuki, who was just here to relax, suddenly became curious: "It's convenient to ask, what is this?"

"Ah, you said this, it's a gossip disk."

Megumi Kuroda generously raised the gossip plate and chatted about Feng Shui, which made her put aside her reserved and shy personality for a while.

"It's for looking at Fengshui. I'm a little interested in Fengshui and ancient architecture, so I often visit temples with such a long history. What about you?"

"me."

Hiroyuki did not hesitate, anyway, there is nothing to hide: "I am an officer of the GUARD, Mibuji Temple is a place I used to come to when I was young, this time I want to meet the old abbot here."

However, Kuroda Megumi was stunned when he heard the words.

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"Jin, let's go eat ramen at noon."

Gently pushing the hand hooked on his shoulder, Xixiang Ren smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to."

"Ah? Then it's me who should say I'm sorry. I'll make an appointment next time. Go get busy, I'm leaving!"

The boy who was traveling with him scratched his hair and ran away with a shoulder bag without asking any further questions.

After leaving Xixiang Ren smiling and watching the boy go away, he moved again by himself.

It's just strange that Ren didn't go to the cafeteria, he even went further and further to places inaccessible.

When they stopped, the surroundings were so quiet that no one was there.

This is a green forest on the bank of a river. At noon, it can be said that there may not be a single person exposed for several hours.

"It should be fine here, right? If you go further, I won't accompany you."

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

Walking out from behind a tree a few steps behind Xixiang Ren, Yuzi smiled lightly.

"Since you are so considerate, why don't you answer my question again."

Seeing Xixiangren who turned around with a smile on his face, Yuzi's slightly smiling eyes showed the ripples of the lake.

As if coated with a layer of metal film, there was a chill.

"Excuse me, where is Lord Justice?"

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"...that's a strange question."

Ren turned his face slightly: "Why did you think of coming to me to ask this question?"

"As far as I know, Lord Justice has been missing for two days."

With silent steps, Yuezi came out completely from behind the tree trunk, facing Xixiangren.

In her left hand, she was hiding behind the tree trunk, carrying a long black cloth bag about 130 cm long, with beautiful purple plums embroidered on the end of the cloth bag.

Just looking at Xixiangren like this, Yuzi slowly narrowed the distance.

"As for the Xixiang family where he lived temporarily, you and Professor Xixiang did not show any abnormalities. The result of the investigation from the school is that Mr. Zhengyi has something in his hometown, and he took a week-long vacation."

From the distance of five or six meters to the distance of only three meters between each other, Yizi's pace is not fast, but with a subtle sense of oppression.

It was like watching a sharp blade approaching him from a distance, from being able to roughly recognize its appearance to being able to clearly see his own face reflected on the blade.

Facing such sharpness, Ren neither chose to escape nor resist, and even the smile on his face did not change a bit.

Even if this "sharp blade" has already reached his throat, and the coldness contained in it, he is still indifferent.

Surprised stopped.

"That means you, or you, must know something."

At this moment, the distance between the two is only two rooms.

This is one step and one sword, which can divide the distance between life and death.

"Oh, haven't you already investigated it?"

However, Xixiang Ren didn't seem to realize this at all. He lowered his eyes with some doubts: "Justice does have something to deal with, so he left here."

"What I'm asking is where he went."

Yuezi's fingers hooked the sealing rope at the top of the long cloth bag, and the wine-red rope was entangled with the opening of the cloth bag, and it only needed to be pulled lightly to open the mouth.

"Go home."

Before he finished speaking, Xixiang Ren suddenly turned to the right side of his body, and the center line that was facing Yuzi was quickly retracted.

"...It's dangerous, Miss Busujima."

Glancing at the murder weapon that was almost stuck to his throat, if he had slowed down his dodging just a little bit, this cold, thin weapon would not be as spotless as it is now.

On it, there will definitely be blooming flowers watered with blood, just like a plum standing upright in the wind and snow.

This sword had no intention of holding back from the very beginning.

——Yuzi really wanted to stab Xixiangren's throat.

"My patience is limited, Xixiang Jin."

That was a look that Zheng Yi had never seen before.

When facing Zheng Yi, Xiezi has various looks, charming, gentle, delicate, demure... Even the excitement and concentration during the fight, Xiezi can show it generously in front of Zheng Yi.

Whether it was five years ago or five years from now,

The only person who can make himself bloom like this, in the heart of Yizi, is Zheng Yi.

However, there is only one thing, Zheng Yi has never seen Yuzi before.

That was the self who was almost swallowed by anxiety, anger, and even fear during the five years when Zheng Yi disappeared.

"Renlong has already told me about you..."

The smile completely faded from that pretty face.

It's like a precious sword hanging above the main hall, when all the gorgeous words and long romantic legends added to it are thrown aside, and the moment when the cold light is pushed out of the scabbard against the knife...

The so-called [Precious Sword] will return to her original appearance.

A murder weapon designed to take life.

"Give me back Lord Justice."

It is an obsession that no matter how stupid a person can grasp instinctively, if it is hooked on life, of course it will become more or less sensitive.

There is no room for turning around this sudden poisonous island surprise.