Pang Jian slowly leaned his face against the wet mound and closed his eyes. He knew that his sister's body was no longer there. He just wanted to finally feel the warmth and aroma of his sister in the soil. He let go of his purple fist, his trembling fingers caressing the black of the mound's surface.

He didn't know why he was so emotional about someone he only had a one-sided relationship. Maybe it's fate. The first person he met through the whole world, the first person who made him feel very affectionate. But there was no way to stay by his side at all, watching her leave this world quietly.

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If you look closely, there is no trace of excavation on the mound, and the surface is flat and uniform. If you don't look closer, you can't see any clues at all. But it's because it's all done so well. It is simply impossible for Pang Jian to be in that hungry and exhausted state in the morning.

Suddenly.

Pang Jian straightened up, as if he realized something, and suddenly ran in the other direction.

A bluestone wall surrounds a dilapidated villa. Pang Jian looked up at the three-story blue-gray building. The walls of the building have been eroded by rain and fog for many years, and the surface is covered with dark green moss. Several glassless windows squeaked and swayed in the wind, like a mouth opening and closing, and the broken curtains were gray and black tongues, curled and drooping.

This is the house that Pang Jian crossed over.

He managed to calm his rapid breathing, calm his mind, and slowly walked into the building.

Five minutes later, he walked out of the house with a blank face.

As he expected, the body in the house was also missing. Everything is as usual and is well restored. If it weren't for the blood remaining on the tatami meadow, he would have thought he was in the wrong place. Even so, the blood stains had long since congealed, dried, and covered with a thick layer of dust. Everything else in the room was restored as before. There is no sign of a recent break-in.

"Could it be that time has flowed faster in this place than in other places, and it has been many years later?"

"No!"

Even if the dust on the surface can be artificially covered, the bloodstains, the blood stains under the tatami mats, have not completely solidified! This must have been erased before I came!" Pang Jian rubbed a little dark red on his fingers, very firm in his judgment.

"Could it be that someone is helping me? helping me erase the traces of my crossing, the crime of murder. Rescue me from the battle between Bushido and the Pink Coat?............ Or have I been discovered by someone from Bushido or the Powder Art Pavilion?"

Pang Jian wanted to break his head, but he didn't think of anything when he hollowed out his memory. As an otaku now, who else would be so good to him besides his parents.

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More than two hours later, it was late at night, and Pang Jian returned to his residence in Kyoto.

At this time, Pang Jianwang had already returned. He didn't come over to question Pang Jian's failure to return last night. Only my mother brought me a supper.

In front of me are oden soaked in a steaming yellow-brown soup bowl. The aroma rises to the nose with the steaming mist, and the salty aroma of seafood, tender yellow tofu, and brown piping hot pork meat slowly rise. Just smelling that breath will make your appetite work and your index finger flutter.

But Pang Jian had no appetite at all at this time. The thought that he couldn't figure out had been depressed in his chest. In the dark, it seemed that he felt that meeting the "father" he had never met would get the answer he wanted.

Walking to the door on the opposite side of the corner, this was Pang Jianwang's bedroom. He knocked on the door.

"Come in. ”

A soft baritone peeks out the door. Pushing open the wooden door, there was an uncle reading a newspaper half-lying on the tatami mat.

Walking in step by step, Pang Jian silently recited: battle value display.

"Beep...... Beep...... Beep ......"

Under normal circumstances, the Kui eyepiece, which has already shown the combat value, beeps for a long time and can't show anything. Pang Jian's footsteps paused and stopped. At this point, he could clearly hear his own slowly accelerating heartbeat.

"Huh, I'm back. Come and sit down. ”

The face didn't peek out of the newspaper. It's a magnetic voice of a middle-aged man.

He tried to make himself more natural and continued to open his legs. Walked up to the uncle, whose face was covered by the newspaper, and slowly knelt down.

"I've been coming back late lately. ”

The newspaper was slightly hemped five centimeters, and a beam of staring eyes appeared under a pair of amber reading glasses.

As soon as Pang Jian's gaze touched this gaze, he avoided it unnaturally. The overlapping faces in my memory are still so strange and familiar.

"Yes. ”

After answering, there was silence for a full five seconds.

"Beep...... Combat stats 5. ”

The eyepiece seemed to be normal again at this time. The numerical values are displayed.

"Sure again!!"

After confirming it again or 5, Pang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Pang Jianwang then asked a few questions about last night, as well as Pang Jian's recent situation. He didn't say much, and his expression was not smiling. Pang Jian prevaricated under the pretext that he was too late to play with his friends and did not come back for the night. In his memory, Pang Jianwang was a serious and unsmiling person, although there were fewer conversations, but it still made Pang Jian feel that this father actually loved his children very much.

Pang Jian stayed for a while and then retreated. He's in a mess right now. Excluding his closest parents, he was even more confused at this time.

"Bushido or the Powder Art Pavilion destroying the corpse itself? After all, they don't need to cover up these subtle traces, but instead leave new ones. And the other people have nothing to do with themselves at all, so why do they want to help me cover up my crimes? Is there a cheap father in Pang Jiandalang's identity who protects him in the dark? Is he the illegitimate son of the emperor?"

Pang Jian speculated wildly for a long time, and fell asleep groggily.

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Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door.

A chubby, blurry figure burst into his sleepy eyes.

"Da Lang, where have you been in the past two days? Nothing happened, did it?" a hoarse voice shouted into Pang Jian's ear.

"Ah......" Pang Jian suddenly bounced, rubbed his eyes, and hurriedly put on his glasses to take a look.

"Oh...... It's fat. ”

Pang Jian then remembered that he had a good friend, a neighbor who played since he was a child. His name is Zozo Ai Jianbao. Pang Jian affectionately called him fat. The fat man is also an otaku, and the homes of the two people are next to each other, and they often exchange some otaku topics such as games and models with each other. The fat man was fine, and he ran to his house every once in a while.

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(There is another chapter at 10 p.m.)