Jingling Pavilion.
A ray of sunlight shone into the house through the window. Frank, who was lying on the bed and covered with bandages, slowly opened his eyes.
What catches the eye is the old wooden ceiling.
The joints between the ceilings have not been repaired for many years and have become raised due to rainwater damage. If you look closely, you can still see the traces of moths left on the wooden boards.
It's a loft, very simply furnished.
Except for the bed and bedding that were pieced together from wooden boards and were a bit shaky when sleeping, there was only one chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire attic.
Although the decoration is very simple, Frank feels at ease because this is the Jingling Pavilion.
"I...am not dead?"
This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but then the severe pain made him take a breath of cold air, feeling as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been run over by a car.
This is good news.
Because he feels pain, it proves that he is still alive!
Living is a good thing, but it is also a pity...
Memories emerged bit by bit, and a dim light flashed in Frank's eyes. After all, he still failed to avenge Gwen.
Frank sighed and sat up from the bed.
Looking at only half of his left arm and the bow-tie-style bandage, Frank couldn't help but show a dumbfounded expression.
This kind of little girl-like bandaging technique is clearly done by Nemu.
If he had followed his habits, the wasted bandage on the big bow would be enough for another bandage.
Frank was not sentimental about losing his arm. After all, under the circumstances, it was already a miracle that he was still alive.
Get up and get dressed.
Frank packed up and came downstairs.
In the living room.
Yin Meng was holding a large bowl of ice cream, sitting barefoot on the sofa, eating and watching TV, and said intently: "You don't need to move around for a while, otherwise if the wound collapses, don't come to me again."
Frank looked bitter, nodded, and said, "Where is Lord? I have something to ask him."
Yinmeng raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the underground space: "Brother is at the amusement park, but I suggest you wait until later."
"Why?" Frank asked confused.
"Brother is doing the 'Knife Zen' and doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to get beaten, it's best not to go." As Yinmeng spoke, he downed two more spoonfuls of ice cream, his eyes still wide open. Staring at the cartoons on TV.
"Then I'll wait for him below." Frank glanced at the TV, which showed Tom and Jerry, shook his head and walked towards the underground space.
In the playground.
Lord was sitting cross-legged on a flat ground, with his Zanpakutō placed across his legs, his eyes closed as if in meditation.
As soon as Frank came down, Lord opened his eyes.
"It still doesn't work..."
Lord sighed, a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes.
He insisted on talking to his Zanpakutō every day, but every time without exception, he was forcibly 'kicked' out of his inner world.
Is there any worse death than him?
I guess in the entire history of Soul Society, there are only a few people who were rejected by Shinigami with their Zanpakutō, right?
But that's okay!
Who told him to covet other people's abilities? As long as he perseveres, the Zanpakutō will follow him sooner or later!
Seeing Frank walking towards him, Lord calmed down, raised his head and asked, "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"
Frank nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, I would like to ask, how are Kingpin and the Hollow?"
Lord sighed slightly and said the words he had prepared: "Unfortunately, when I arrived, I could only save you in time. As for Kingpin... he was taken away."
Frank's expression changed slightly, and he asked doubtfully: "Who took Kingpin away?"
"It's a Quincy..."
Lord said regretfully: "Hasward suddenly appeared and took Kingpin away."
Hasward....
As soon as he heard the name, Frank's heart suddenly sank and his face turned livid.
Although he didn't witness the last battle in New York, he felt the terrifying spiritual pressure from dozens of streets away, as if it was about to crush his whole body. It still makes him feel... The memory is still fresh!
An enemy that even the captain couldn't stop, Lord was even less likely to stop.
Frank asked again: "Where's the virtual one?"
Lord shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, that virtual creature had already escaped through its hollow cavity when it saw me coming."
escaped......
This result made Frank really unacceptable, and he shouted in surprise: "Are you kidding? With your strength, you can actually make it escape?"
Lord didn't even raise his eyelids, and said angrily in a cold voice: "Speaking of this, I would like to thank you. If you hadn't given it an arm, it wouldn't have been able to evolve into Achiukas, let alone It may open a hollow cavity.”
"..."
Frank was speechless, completely speechless.
What Achukas means, he has seen it from One Hundred Things the God of Death Must Know. He already has a human-level IQ, so it is normal to see Lord running away.
By the way.
This book was compiled by Nemu, and the content is about some common sense issues about Shinigami and Hollows.
"And one more thing."
Lord took out a cell phone from his arms, threw it to Frank, and said, "Hold this cell phone, don't lose it."
"What is this for?" Frank asked with a puzzled look on his face as he caught the phone and fiddled with it for a few times.
"This is called a messenger machine." Lord said calmly: "Each team in the Soul Society is a machine used to convey orders to the living God of Death and detect surrounding spirits."
Frank looked at his phone and suddenly felt an ominous premonition: "You didn't give me this because you wanted to..."
"That's right!"
Lord nodded solemnly and said: "The order from Soul Society has been issued. From today on, you are the official Death God in charge of the New York area."
Frank's mouth twitched: "New York...I'm responsible?"
Lord nodded and said: "Yes, tasks such as the salvation of spiritual bodies and the killing of some voids that have invaded the human world are all your responsibility."
"Wait a minute..."
The amount of information was a bit overwhelming for a while. Frank covered his forehead and asked, "I've done it, so what do you do?"
Lord said as he should, "Of course I am responsible for supervising you."
"Do you know how big New York is? Even though I'm a god of death, I can't do it even if I'm exhausted!" Frank took a few deep breaths to avoid being pissed off.
"It's okay~"
Lord showed a kind smile: "The God of Death will not die of exhaustion, and there is no eight-hour work system in Soul Society."
"But... what will happen if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.
"will die."
"..."
Frank was in a trance, feeling as if he had joined a black-hearted company.
There are no holidays...
There is no eight-hour work day...
No bonus or salary....
There is no day off 24 hours a day, and if you dare to ask for leave, you will die. Capitalists will call you an expert if you see it!
