Mitsuki Munechika asked the question that the inquisitor also wanted to ask.
It had to be said that..,
The temperament of this knife was indeed incomparable to that of an ordinary knife.
If it were any other man with a sword and a knife who accompanied the inquisitor to the Government of the Time, they might not have such a forbearing and indifferent temperament as this knife,
And the inquisitor would not let any other man with a sword and a knife stay here and come into contact with deeper information.
This was very likely to be related to the fate of the universe and the future,
To her, whether that woman was using Funerary Deities to transmit information was not important at all. What was important was whether the medium of transmitting information was still useful.
After all, she had seen the state of the Compressional Hasselblad.
When discussing such an important topic, it was better not to bring the paranoid knife with her. She was already tired of listening to the complaints and condemnations of these knives and swords.
After all, she had not really done anything since she took office, but the Funerary Deities behaved as if they had been greatly wronged.
It was a little boring just thinking about it.
Lingsu's eyes turned slightly,
They fell on the side profile of the man in hunting clothes beside her.
But if it was this Mitsuki Munechika.., she thought,
She might be willing to bring him with her at all times.
Although this knife was sometimes too sharp, it would..,
Hurt the arm holding the knife.
But, no matter what..,
It was always not good to talk about the fallen sword in front of a knife.
The staff of the Government of the Time was vigilant against the five swords of the world, and said to the inquisitor, "The swords of each Honmaru are mass-produced. I think you know about this, my Lord.
Because the number of enemies is too large,
Ever since we mastered the technology of extracting the thoughts of things and using them to transform them into physical forms.
Funerary Deities no longer belong to the category of 'soldiers', but 'tools'.
In addition, we have absolute control methods. Over the years, many things in This Pill have become more and more difficult to manage. "
"Although there are some preventive measures,
They won't go too far,
They won't specially send people to mediate.
I think..,
This Pill of God Inquisitor 3304 is probably the same. "
Upon hearing this, Mitsuki Munechika's fingers, which were hidden in his sleeves, suddenly trembled.
This action was so quick that even the staff member who had been paying attention to him didn't notice it. However, in that short moment, Lingsu suddenly turned her face to the side and her gaze fell on the sleeve he was covering.
She had always been sensitive to emotions.
Then, she saw Mitsuki Munechika look up at the staff and ask, "What kind of question is considered too much?"
"… That will depend on what the branch's department in charge of auditing decides."
The worker paused. Seeing that the interrogator did not stop her from continuing, nor did she stop Mitsuki from asking, she could only speak again. "My identity is a researcher, and I have always been in the headquarters. Logically speaking, I have nothing to do with the branch at all.
However, Inquisitor 3304 died in an accident early this morning. In order to deal with the aftermath, I used my authority to check on her This Pill. "
She picked up the tablet again and tapped on it quickly with her fingers, producing a crisp "Da Da" sound.
In the era of electronic information, searching for information was always much faster than manually flipping through paper information.
She quickly retrieved the audit records of This Pill 3304 from the database and presented them in front of the interrogator and Mitsuki Munechika. "Inquisitor 3304, five years in office, five broken swords, namely Yamato Shouzan, Ichijin Ichijin, Airan Kunijun, Wakizumi Mamoru Kanazu, and Horikawa Kunihiro.
The staff's summary of the investigation wrote that she tried to change history because she missed her old master, but was later found out and her swords were broken.
Other than that, there were some who broke swords on the battlefield.
Although it is normal to break swords in a battle, most of the time, this kind of situation occurs when a swordsman leaves the battlefield injured. However, This Pill 3304's Funerary Deities did not leave the battlefield injured, but it broke on the battlefield. I have always been puzzled about this — "
"Probably because … she lost the will to fight." Lingsu looked up and stared into the void. Her eyes were a little blurred.
The staff was stunned.
Lingsu pointed at the three-dimensional projection in the void. It showed a paragraph of the report. "It says that Inquisitor 3304 is a fanatical researcher of the school of history. She is obsessed with certain historical figures and is naturally dissatisfied with the swords of other historical figures in Honmaru.
If it is a mental torture for the swords … then it is understandable that an accident occurred on the battlefield. "
"… But what is the point of this to her?" The staff did not understand.
Lingsu was silent for a moment before she said, "It is to filter the container."
"Filter … the container?"
"Not all swordsman are suitable to be used as a tool to transmit information. Swords that can't be used, to prevent variables from occurring, naturally have to be destroyed."
If there were too many broken swords, it would arouse the suspicion of the Government of the Time, and the identity of the spy could be exposed.
Under such circumstances, it was natural to let the swords quietly walk towards their own destruction.
Moreover, the war had been going on for five years. As the war intensified, the number of broken swords in Honmaru increased year by year. Even the Inquisitors could die in a battle, so who would want to consider the reason for the death of Funerary Deities?
War was cruel to begin with.
Currently, Honmaru 3304 had less than ten swords. They were Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Minamoto's two swords, Daikurigara, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, Akashi Kuniyuki, Orihimaru, and Bone?
Kissing Musashi?
Dating Aoqian Iwa?
Kōyō Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
They were indeed excellent weapons.
Even without further investigation, Lingsu was aware of this matter.
"Heh …" She suddenly tilted her head. Her snow-white hair fell from her shoulders and rippled in the air.
Then, her eyes curved as she laughed softly.
Mitsuki's heart skipped a beat.
The Inquisitor's laughter was very soft, like the bronze wind chimes swaying under the eaves. It was ethereal, faintly discernible, and the sound echoed.
It seemed to be able to bewitch people.
Then, he heard her call him softly, "Mr. Mitsuki?"
"My Lord." He restrained his emotions and lowered his eyes to respond.
"What do you think I should do now?" the Inquisitor asked him.
Mitsuki pondered for a moment and said, "Take over This Pill 3304's sword before the enemy, and gain the upper hand.
Then, gain the trust of This Pill and Funerary Deities, and obtain information from them. "
"And then?" Lingsu asked.
And then …
New Moon's eyes seemed to flash with the light of stars, mottled and broken.
He heard himself say, "And then … break the swords."
Because being alive meant that there were variables.
So even if it was This Pill who was about to fall, even if those men with swords were innocent, even if they were just victims of the struggle between the Government of the Time and other forces … they would still have to bear the consequences.
The game of the superiors had always been like this.
Lingsu looked at him quietly.
After a long time, she moved her body.
The two dragon-shaped jade pendants tied to her waist made a "ding ding dang dang" sound as she turned around.
A faint fragrance emanated from her body. It was the fragrance of agarwood, simple and elegant, and really intoxicating.
Lingsu said faintly, "Let's go back. There shouldn't be anything for us to worry about here."
"Yes." Mikazuki Munechika took a step back, opening up the path he had taken to come in.
"My Lord, don't you want to take a look at the body of Inquisitor 3304?" the staff behind him asked.
They had already come here, and this was the reason why the Inquisitor came to the government headquarters today.
But now, even she was gone.
The woman was a little confused.
Lingsu shook her head and walked in the direction they came from without looking back. "There's no need for that."
— — She already knew everything she wanted to know, and that dead woman had no more value.
She was no longer useful to her.
She didn't want to use her ability on that woman. She didn't think that she could retrieve the memories of Inquisitor 3304's life from her body. Even if she could, that memory might not be real and not tampered with.
After all, that was a ninja.
A ninja who was proficient in puppetry must be related to the genius ninja Sasori.
She saw a familiar shadow in her puppetry technique, so she must have been taught by that person.
But thinking about the age difference between the two, it was hard to imagine.
Are all children in the ninja world so precocious?
But since this dead woman had something to do with Sasori, then the Akatsuki behind him and the genius ninja of the Uchiha Clan must have something to do with this matter as well.
The lingering warmth of the knot around his ankle reminded him of the reality of the illusion. It was like a warning.
Her white hair covered the side of her face, but her smile was faintly discernible.
— — One day, we will meet again.
"You can do whatever you want with the body of Inquisitor 3304, but I hope that you will leave the sword in her This Pill to me.
You can report my decision to your superior.
Also, whether or not this woman committed suicide, we can't rule out the possibility of a mole.
I hope that our conversation today can be kept secret. "She said to the staff who followed her.
"I understand."
"Ah, there's one more thing." Lingsu suddenly stopped.
She turned around. "I want to ask you something. If you see Fox's Aid in my This Pill, please tell it to come back when it's done playing."
"It's not suitable for it to accompany me to solve a case.
Be careful not to get burned. "
It was already afternoon by the time they came out of the Government of the Time.
The residual heat from the scorching noon sun was still there. The asphalt road was scalding hot, and the stifling heat made people feel a little uncomfortable as they couldn't breathe.
Mitsuki looked at the busy street in front of him, and for some reason, he also felt that his breathing was heavy, as if there was a boulder pressing down on his heart, and he couldn't struggle, he couldn't struggle.
Lingsu looked at the silent Mitsuki.
She suddenly sighed, leaned forward, hugged him, and then covered his eyes with one hand.
"Don't be like this."