The Inquisitor, who had no idea what Yamamochi Kokuhiro was thinking about,

Adhering to his efficient and professional professionalism, once again completed the manual treatment of the dark version of Cut Long Hasebe.

A few days passed,

Cut Long Hasebe seemed to have gotten used to his new appearance.

After the hot spring conversation,

The bottomless depression and despair in his eyes were gone.

But he was still as silent as ever,

Expecting him to return to the "noisy and fierce" state of the Danxia family, it felt like there was still a long way to go.

Based on the mentality of wanting to see a more interesting Hasebe,

The Inquisitor even had the terrifying thought of becoming his life mentor.

Fortunately, he dismissed it in the next second.

Things like a knot in the heart,

It wasn't something that could be solved just because you wanted to.

Because he had dreamed of his past,

Ji Kai was even more aware of the difficulty of this matter.

When he had brought Hasebe to live in the Sim, on the one hand, he had taken into account his own wishes,

But more importantly, as an experienced person, he had truly changed his living environment and come into contact with different people and things. Whether it was a temporary sigh of relief or a great enlightenment, it was fine to look at the past from a different perspective,

In general, it was only beneficial and not harmful.

Cut Long Hasebe's dark fall was related to him,

So even if it was troublesome, Ji Kai would fulfill this responsibility to the end.

Not to mention,

In the process of getting along with this vibrating sword,

Ji Kai's interest was gradually aroused.

The middle class of the 23rd century was polite, elegant, friendly, and peaceful.

Their living conditions were very good, and few of them had particularly extreme personalities.

Ji Kai had endured decades of boredom. His only pastime was the occasional fight within a controllable range,

Now, he had finally met someone who could make him feel happy,

But he didn't expect it to be in a game.

This was a pleasant surprise that was far more than delicious food.

Indeed,

The general framework of the characters, appearance, and temperament of the swords that relied on data and algorithms had been determined by the game company from the beginning.

But the open system allowed them to constantly adjust and change during their interaction with players, gradually becoming more realistic.

Every player's sword and saber would have some differences at the end of the game.

The result of this development, which was a combination of many factors, was far from something that could be controlled by human factors.

Nowadays, many virtual characters in games were evolving and developing in this way.

The Ethics and Ethics Committee and related organizations criticized this. The Robot and Bionics Association was still fighting for their kind to be free from the "slavery" of "man-made ideas". However, it was undeniable that the human-computer interaction in the virtual network made robots and bionics more perfect, stable, and prosperous.

From this point of view, the swords that had just appeared were very much like human babies. The Inquisitor was their "god" and also their "creator".

However, unlike most players who were keen on being "God" in the virtual world to obtain a sense of existence and satisfaction that they lacked in the real world, Ji Kai was not interested in this at all.

He did not want to shoulder the burden of being an Artisan.

In the past games, he had always treated virtual characters the same as real players.

Therefore, in Ji Kai's view, Yamamochi Kokuhiro's worries were completely groundless.

He was very open-minded in that aspect, and didn't feel that this kind of thing that was as natural as eating and sleeping was worth making a fuss about. However, Ji Kai had always kept a respectful distance from people who weren't his own kind in order to avoid trouble.

This kind of respectful distance also applied to virtual characters.

Zhousen had once mocked him for this notion of his and called him an outdated antique.

Today, virtual networks had occupied an important area of human life, and no one would refuse more convenient service-type sex.

This could be seen from the fact that when the game company made the game, almost all of the adult content was open by default.

No matter how opposed the small group of robot and bionics rights advocates were, the reality of the current world was that sex type robots and bionics were still being produced and sold, and the sales were high. Such games in the virtual network were also very popular.

When Ji Kai was browsing in the Dance of the Sword forum before, he glanced at many posts with titles such as "How to Start Sleeping With This Pill", "Which Sword Is the Best to Sleep With", and "Bed Skills Ranking".

At that time, he thought this was the personal hobby of a small number of players.

However, Yamamochi Kokuhiro's behavior made him feel that perhaps this was a secret door deliberately left by the game company for popularity when developing the game.

Of course, this was all speculation.

After all, if he did not take the initiative to provoke them, the Fu Mourning God would still be very normal.

For example, Tarō Tarō, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Candlestick Tachibana.

However, when it came to Yamamochi Kokuhiro, The Inquisitor decided to put him and Cut Long Hasebe together in the "exception" box.

The hand treatment had been over for a while. Ji Kai looked at the time and wanted to go back to This Pill to sleep. However, he was unexpectedly stopped by Cut Long Hasebe who had just finished showering.

"The Inquisitor …" A low and hoarse voice came from the Fu Mourning God who had just received a lot of treatment from The Inquisitor. "I have something to report to you."

The black-haired young man who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed looked at him in confusion.

"I found a job.

I pay a salary by the day. "

"So?"

"I can support myself.

I beg you to take back your living expenses. "

“

Ji Kai waved at Hasebe.

The gray-haired sword walked over obediently.

The Inquisitor, who had been pleasured by Yamamochi not long ago, was in a good mood.

He rested his chin on his hand and reached out to pinch Hasebe's waist. He sighed. "You didn't eat properly again."

He then looked up and glanced at the dark circles under his eyes. "You didn't sleep well either."

"I …" The disappointment on The Inquisitor's face was too obvious. Cut Long Hasebe subconsciously wanted to explain, but when the words reached his mouth, he realized that he couldn't explain it.

He was still suffering from insomnia.

In order to save money and because he had no appetite for lunch, he made do with the cafeteria in the police station.

"How's work as a police intern?

Do you have any problems? "Ji Kai didn't intend to pursue the matter further and changed the topic.

His casual question made Cut Long Hasebe feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The gray-haired sword knelt on the ground with a crash. He didn't care about how his bathrobe was twisted because of his rapid movements. He hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. "I didn't mean to hide this matter!"

？？

Ji Kai's face was full of black question marks.

He was stunned for a moment. When he saw Fu Mourning God's fearful purple eyes, he slowly came back to his senses. He seemed to have let it slip?

The sword interpreted his silence as the calm before the storm.

The former The Inquisitor had a strong desire for control and especially hated the swords acting on their own.

He was often punished and scolded for his "proactive" actions.

At this moment, thinking of the young man in front of him who had been working tirelessly for the past few days and the firm promise he had made in the hot spring, Cut Long Hasebe was full of regret for not reporting his job search in time.

On the other hand, he suddenly recalled the question The Inquisitor had asked him in the elevator yesterday. He was shocked to realize that the Inquisitor had actually given him a chance to take the initiative to confess.

What was his answer at that time?

It seemed like … he didn't say anything.

"I, I'm not trying to explain myself.

I, I … "

As he spoke, the gray-haired sword couldn't continue.

Because the truth was there, there was nothing he could do to excuse himself from acting first and reporting later.

"Please punish me."

In the end, Fu Mourning God's tall body was pressed against the ground.

Cut Long Hasebe put his head on the ground and respectfully pleaded with The Inquisitor.

He was calm and steady just a moment ago. How did he become so anxious after just a few words?

Ji Kai couldn't guess the twists and turns in his heart. He just looked at the overlapping image of the figure kneeling on the ground again and again in his dream, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

"Hasebe, stand up."

The gray-haired sword looked up and stared at the young man in shock. He was stunned for a while before he got up from the ground and stood in front of the young man uncomfortably.

Ji Kai got up and tidied his clothes.

"'Sir The Inquisitor', is this what you call me?

“

After a few seconds of silence, Cut Long Hasebe responded softly, "… Yes."

"It's not 'My Lord', is it?" Ji Kai laughed, "So, I don't have the right to punish you."

"As for what to tell me and what not to tell me, it's your personal freedom.

I agree. "

"Don't kneel so easily.

The 'thump' sound is scary. It must be painful to hit my knee directly, right? "

"That money is for your 'living expenses'.

There's no reason to take back what you've given out. "

Since the conversation in the hot spring, Ji Kai, who learned a little about Cut Long Hasebe's temperament, decided that he must be straightforward when talking to him in the future.

He didn't care if he was misunderstood, but if it affected the other party's state of mind and affected the treatment effect, then it would be a waste of effort.

Moreover, if this kind of physique continued to develop, it would not be his preference …

After responding to Hasebe's apology so rudely and directly, Ji Kai didn't care about the other party's mood and directly left Kay's room.

This trip took Ji Kai one and a half hours.

After returning to This Pill, The Inquisitor looked at the servant who occupied his bed, hugged the new human-shaped pillow, and fell asleep.

He completely forgot the fact that he used "chi" to control the other party's limbs before he left …

Therefore, this was a night where The Inquisitor had many dreams and Yamamochi Kokuhiro was anxious all night. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep.

By the time the two of them woke up, it was already noon.

Ji Kai rubbed his eyebrows and felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't remember what he dreamed of, but it was definitely not a pleasant memory.

The main character that appeared over and over again seemed a little familiar …

He grabbed his hair and gave up on recalling the dream. Then, he turned his head and looked at his pillow.

The black belt used to cover the other party's eyes last night had fallen off, revealing a pair of hazy and confused green eyes.

The focal length was not completely focused, and it looked very natural and delicious.

"You're awake?" The black-haired young man hooked the other party's leg with his foot under the quilt and said in a lazy and low voice.

"… Yesterday, yesterday …" The dizzy Shan Laoqie couldn't even enunciate his words clearly this time. However, Ji Kai, who had the advantage of the terrain, knew exactly what he was going to say by reading his lips.

"Last night's hospitality …" He leaned close to the blond's neck and deliberately blew a few hot breaths. Then, he lowered his voice and said softly, "I'm very satisfied."

After that, The Inquisitor got out of bed and got dressed.

Behind him, Fu Mourning God, who had fallen onto the bed, stiffened and could no longer think …

Ji Kai washed up and went straight down to the dining room on the first floor.

He hadn't eaten breakfast until now. Usually, he would be starving, but today, he unexpectedly had no appetite.

The emotions from the dream still haunted him, and he couldn't calm down.

Candlestick Tachibana served the hot corn and sweet potato porridge and a plate of washed and cut fruit. When he was about to leave, he saw The Inquisitor leaning against the wall, looking listless and depressed.

"Are you not feeling well?"

Ever since the incident in the arena and Zhou Sen's special instructions, the worrywart Fu Mourning God paid close attention to The Inquisitor's physical condition.

"No …" The black-haired young man shook his head. "I didn't sleep well … Headache …" He pinched the corner of his eyes and continued to stare blankly, as if he didn't see the food in front of him.

Candlestick Tachibana was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. "Let the medicine researcher take a look at you. He has some experience in medicine."

His golden eyes were very serious, and his tone was somewhat indisputable.

It seemed that he was in charge of the internal affairs on a daily basis, and now he was also in charge of the internal affairs.

Ji Kai thought about it and nodded.

After all, it was someone else who had to make the trip, not him.

Candlestick Tachibana took the order and left. When he went out, he bumped into Yamamochi Kokuhiro in the corridor.

The other party looked flustered and his clothes were messy. Taitō couldn't help but take a second look.

After taking a look, Candlestick Cutting was a little stunned.

The other party had brought a basin and toiletries, and the direction was toward the bathroom …