Bleach-Stir Up

Three poles in the month, seven shadows descended, breaking the quiet night that should have belonged to the Tomue District.

All of them are short, covered in black veil, showing only a pair of godless eyes, staring at the 2-Layer building opposite, which is where Kotōmi and Fultz stayed during the day. .

"The target hasn't left, right?"

"After drinking for a day, I was already a drunk cat."

The black clothed person in the middle Nodded, moved towards the person on the side beckoned, and whispered in a dumb voice: "Tell me about the situation in the room!"

Listen to the black clothed person on the far left, arched and moved to the center of the team. After knelt down on one knee, he took out a roll of blueprint from his arms, slowly opened it, and placed it on the ground in front of him.

"This is the hallway, next to the stairs leading to the second floor. A total of three bedrooms are distributed on the second floor, and the goal is in this bedroom at the moment. There are a total of five windows on the second floor, two facing the street. Fans, two on the back, and the last one at the end of the corridor on the second floor in the north."

"Is the goal impossible on the first floor?"

"Unless I wake up and sleep anywhere , Otherwise it’s impossible!"

The black clothed person headed by the head pondered for a while, pointing to the blueprint on the ground, and commanded: "I, No.2, No.3 guard the windows on the second floor and three sides, No.6 and No.7 Guard outside the window on the first floor. The others sneak in from the front door, confirm the situation on the first floor, and then go to the second floor to let others in. The body is taken out by the second floor or I, do you understand?"

See everyone Qi Qi nodded, the black clothed person headed raised his right hand and gave a sharp wave. The seven black clothed persons instantly disappeared in place, blocking all the outlets from the opposite building.

Needless to say, these seven people were sent by the unknown man from Seireitei to assassinate Kotōmi.

Maybe put in Gotei 13, their strength can only be regarded as the upper reaches of the level. But when it comes to killing people, all of them are extremely expert!

Without a word, Fultz's home visited two uninvited guests. The two did not even make eye contact. One opened a small hole in the paper door to observe the situation in the house, and the other automatically stuck to the wall, paying attention to whether there was movement on the second floor.

It turns out that Kotōmi is a child who sleeps very peacefully. The accident they were worried about did not appear. At this moment, the brothers who were waiting outside the house on the first floor were put in, and the four of them slowly climbed up to the second floor against the wall without stepping on the stairs.

At this moment, the corridor on the second floor is pitch black, so quiet that even a needle can be heard on the ground. The four people first confirmed the situation in the room separately, and it was no different from the information. Kotōmi was sleeping in the room at the end of the corridor by the street with his head covered.

Open the window and put the No. 2 and No. 3 outside, and the No. 4 sticks out the thumb, which means that the burning smoke has already been sent in with the blower.

This is a colorless, odorless, and non-toxic agent. Its only feature is that it is easily hit by Reiryoku and burns. These people have already prepared for the worst, that is to be together with Kotōmi perish!

As for why not use poisonous smoke, it can make a Shinigami obediently surrender or even death potion with a Reiryoku grade of 6 from the outside, the current Soul Society does not have such a thing!

The paper door was slowly opened, and a blast of cold wind burst into the airtight room next moment. Moonlight shines through the paper window and stretches the six silhouettes.

The left arm, right arm, waist, neck, and heart, five white haloed daggers attacked at different parts. There is another handle that is sweeping past Kotōmi's head, and with the number one outside the window, all possible directions for Kotōmi to escape have been blocked by them!

"It's really a drunk cat! But the drunk cat is about to become a dead cat!" A single thought emerged in the hearts of the six black clothed persons in the room at the same time, looking at the dagger that had penetrated the quilt , A mocking smile appeared on his mouth under the veil.

The snow-white cotton wool is mixed with blue rubber shards, and there is a crisp bang in the air, like a New Year firecracker ignited in advance, celebrating this successful action.

But do these people make such low-level mistakes? no!

"Fucked! Let's go!" Seeing the action failed, No. 3 made a decisive decision and immediately led the rest of the people out of the window. Number One, who was guarding outside the window, heard an unusual sound in the room, and it was long gone.

Fultz in the next room is not a pig either. Hearing this movement, he followed the black clothed person to Kotōmi's house.

The first thing that caught your eye was a paper window with a wooden frame. The idea that Kotōmi had something wrong followed. The original bed was in a mess, but there was no blood. It seemed that this kid was not a short-lived ghost!

The question now is, where did the Kotōmi people go?

It is not only Fultz who wants to know the answer, but the black clothed people who have fled two blocks away at the moment want to know even more. Facing the questioning No. 1, No. 6 and No. 7 are really having unspeakable bitter suffering, they are pretty sure that Kotōmi has never left Fultz's house, and they have never expected that things have developed like this.

But if they can stay for a while, maybe Fultz will kindly tell them the answer. By the moonlight, Fultz in the house found a piece of paper on the wall, the content on it was written by Kotōmi.

“I’m still annoyed when I think about it! Being scolded can offset my life-saving grace? I look down on my worth too! Those guys have to pay! It’s rude not to say goodbye , I look ashamed in the quilt.——Chōzuka Kotōmi stay."

Looking at this wayward handwriting, Fultz really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The relationship was for extortion, so he escaped, I really don't know if he should be lucky or small.

"This kid is really favored by Soul King, bad things turn good~"

The black clothed persons in the distance do not have the good mood of Fultz. The mission failed and the goal was lost. , Which is something they cannot accept, and the master of Seireitei cannot accept it.

"No.7 sends the news back first, and wait for the owner to make a decision." Black clothed person No.1 whispered, his voice trembling. Kotōmi didn't know that their existence was okay, and none of them would survive if they had to know!

Already rushed to Satsuriku no Hara, Kotōmi, who wanted to make compensation, would naturally not know the existence of these black clothed persons. But is the truth true as the handwritten script says?

"Aren't you tired of talking through a piece of cloth? Take it off, you are all safe, take it off soon~"

A house two blocks away, A man wearing Shihakushō is standing on the roof, muttering to himself while watching the black clothed person's every move through the white reiryoku glasses in front of him. This person is not the Kotōmi who has left a message, but who will it be? Woolen cloth?

"It's really a group of old fox, I don't understand what they are talking about!"

If the black clothed persons at this moment can hear this, they will probably refute it. Who is the old fox? How did you discover us? ! '.

Especially No.6 and No.7, who are in charge of monitoring, want to know this answer even more, in order to wash away their grievances!

In fact, the pot really monitors the two brothers. I think I am a passerby and change a few sets of clothes to go back and forth a few times and I really won’t be spotted? It's so naive! Who can change clothes a day and walk more than a dozen, twenty back and forth, why not do sales and business?

Kotōmi, who realized that something was wrong, naturally kept an eye on it. After nightfall, he confirmed the location of his stalking, and after sneaking out, he staged a good anti-surveillance scene.

Actually, such a method as a black clothed person works for most people, but can Kotōmi be the majority?

The killer? It's ridiculous! Old Man Yamamoto is the ancestor of the killer in Soul Society! As a dísciple, he is the little ancestor of these killers!

After staring for more than an hour, the group of black clothed people still didn't show up. Kotōmi didn't plan to wait anymore. These people can't catch them at the moment, and they still have work to do. It's time to leave.

At this time, the black clothed persons who had been staying for a long time also started to move, and the black clothed person who was in charge of contacting with his fingers seemed to have received instructions. After saying something to the one in charge, the seven rushed towards the north at the same time!

"It's a coincidence, it seems that our destinations are the same. I have to run in front of you if I want to make a circle. It's really bad luck!"

Kotōmi's face sank instantly. Right hand wipe off the Reiryoku glasses in front of you. Looking at the bleak mark on his left hand, Shunpo on his foot continuously activated, and also headed north, I am afraid that I will have to use it all on the road this night.