Fold the letters randomly, Kenma put on his clothes and walked out of the hospital.
"Here comes someone."
A pair of blood-red ominous eyes lit up in the darkness, and the figure of Uchiha Mikoto emerged from the shadows quietly.
Kenma saw it was Mikoto and asked, "You haven't gone home yet, so Fugaku is at home right now, right?"
"At home." Mikoto knelt down on one knee and replied respectfully, "I am Lady Yoruichi's servant. Lady Yoruichi is awake and is on duty at this time. I dare not leave my post without permission."
Hearing that Mikoto was on duty taking turns to guard Yoruichi, Kenma nodded and handed her the letter in his hand.
"Fugaku will know what happened to Kyouka yesterday. You ask him to give this letter to Kyouka."
"Tell him to be more secretive and not to expose any traces. I want him to stare at Kyouka and read the letter with his own eyes."
Kuchiki Kyoka has helped Kenma several times before, compiling a new Kido Barrier for him. His talent is amazing and quite useful.
Seeing this matter, Kenma naturally wanted to save him, but he couldn't implicate Shikokuin Family.
If the matter of Kuchiki Kyoka is really settled by Central 46, it will easily affect Shikokuin Family.
Kenma doesn't want to end up with a miserable end after working so hard to accumulate such a fortune.
All we can do now is proceed with caution.
Apart from analyzing the current situation for Kuchiki Kyoka and calming him down, there is not much Kenma can do.
The remaining investigation of the case and finding out the mastermind can be left to Kuchiki Ginrei. This old man is not easy to deal with.
Mikoto took the letter with both hands.
"As commanded."
The voice was crisp and clear, and Mikoto's figure disappeared from the spot with a swoosh.
"Oh, I hope Kyouka can listen."
Kenma sighed, turned back to the courtyard and walked into the house.
When Mikoto returned home, Fugaku was still awake and processing the documents he brought back.
Seeing Mikoto coming back, Fugaku asked in confusion, "You came back so early today, it's still a while before you get off work..."
Seeing his wife's solemn expression, Fugaku reacted immediately.
"Is something wrong?"
"Lord Kenma is back and has a mission."
Mikoto handed the letter to her husband, repeated what Kenma had just said, and left the house.
Fugaku opened the letter, thought for a moment, took out special ink and copied the letter intact, then burned the original.
Carrying the letter, Fugaku left Shikokuin Family, sneaked all the way to Sixth Division, and entered the prison without any obstruction.
Except for the outermost door, there are no guards inside the empty Sixth Division prison. Among all the prisons, only one has the lights on at this time.
A handsome man wearing Shinigami uniform is sitting on his knees in front of a low table. Windflower Gauze is wearing a red scarf on his shoulders, and Kenseikan is worn on Red-Haired on one side. He is extremely luxurious.
It is Kuchiki Family's son-in-law, Kuchiki Kyoka.
At this moment, Kuchiki Kyoka was passing the boring time of the night by reading the short storybook issued by Captain Thirteenth Division under the bright light, but there was a look of lack of interest on his face.
Suddenly, Kuchiki Kyoka put down the novel and looked outside the prison with sharp green eyes.
"Who is it? Come out here."
A slender and thin woman emerged from the void in the corridor, her face looking quite solemn.
"As expected of the Kuchiki Family's son-in-law, he is truly extraordinary."
"Who are you? Are you an assassin who came to kill me?"
Kuchiki Kyoka stood up and held his hand to his waist as usual, but it was in vain. Then he remembered that Zanpakuto had been confiscated by his father Ginrei.
The thin woman shook her head and said nothing. She threw the envelope in her hand and passed it through the railing and onto the low table.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded.
"I'm just a messenger. Someone sent you a letter."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman disappeared into the aisle.
However, in Kuchiki Kyoka's perception, this woman's aura still fills the prison and has not left yet.
Kuchiki Kyoka sneered and opened the letter. A mess of text came into view, and he immediately saw whose handwriting it was.
"The handwriting is still so ugly."
Kuchiki Kyoka Looking at it, the first part of the compliment made him smile. When he analyzed the situation and situation in the middle, his face instantly turned cold.
At the end, when I saw the words of comfort in the letter, which were nothing more than waiting patiently and believing nonsense like Kuchiki Family, Kyouka's handsome face gradually showed a trace of displeasure.
"You arrogant brat, you actually put on such a big show in front of me this time or last time."
"It seems that I, a senior, was really underestimated by that boy."
This was his original plan, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed here honestly.
How could he not understand these simple truths?
No one else needs to tell him!
But in the same situation, knowing is one thing and doing it is another.
As a bystander, the advice to calm down is just a casual remark, which is quite easy.
But how can it be done so easily if the person involved has been framed by others personally?
If the person who wrote this letter had encountered his own experience, he might not be able to endure it for a moment and would have drawn a knife and cut down the suspected target that day.
It is extremely rare for him to be able to endure until now.
Kuchiki Kyoka After reading the letter, he suddenly discovered that the woman's aura had disappeared.
When I looked at the letter again, I saw that there was no word on the paper, nothing at all.
"Ha, you are still as timid as a mouse."
Kyouka sneered and put the letter on the candle to burn it.
From Sixth Division back to the Shikokuin Family, Fugaku took off his disguise and came to the courtyard where Kenma was.
His wife Mikoto went to see her, and after a while, Kenma came out wearing a thin pajamas.
Fugaku said respectfully, "Sir, the letter has been delivered and has not been exposed."
Kenma nodded with satisfaction. As a leader, Fugaku is unreliable, but as an executor, he will be the most suitable tool.
"Kyouka What was his reaction when he saw the letter?"
Fugaku told Kenma everything he saw in detail.
Kenma After listening, he nodded expressionlessly.
Kuchiki Kyoka has a very awkward personality. Based on Kenma's understanding of him, there is a high probability that he will listen to what he said.
It was precisely because I felt that I had lost the face of my seniors after hearing this that I looked unhappy.
Looking at Fugaku in front of him, Kenma thought of Shisui who was Twelfth Division, and he suddenly asked, "Fugaku, now you already have Spiritual Pressure from Third Seat. Logically speaking, Spiritual Pressure is enough. Can you liberate Zanpakuto now?"
Fugaku looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't hear the voice of Zanpakuto yet."
"Not only is there no sound, the Zanpakuto in my hands is like a dead thing, without any feeling at all."
Kenma frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked again, "How many of our people can sense Zanpakuto's soul now?"
Fugaku's head hung lower.
"Returning to your lord, there is still no one at present... The subordinates are ashamed of your lord's cultivation. Please punish me."
Hearing this, Kenma's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared blankly at Fugaku, who was hanging his head in front of him, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.
There's no one there?
How is this possible?
He now has a considerable number of Spiritual Pressure people, nearly two hundred. With such a large base, it is impossible not to have even one person.
There must be something wrong with this!
Kenma had a vague feeling in his heart that with such a huge base... maybe the source of the problem was not these subordinates, but himself.
"Kiritsugu..."
"Is it affected by your ability?"
My own Zanpakuto and the dark figure flashed in my mind.
"It's too early to make any conclusions yet."
"You should also rest early."
After Fugaku was asked to retreat, Kenma returned to the room.
Yoruichi was lying on the bed taking a nap. When he saw Kenma coming back, he asked, "How is it? How did that guy react?"
"It's not bad, at least I can listen to advice."
"That's fine. In this case, old man Kuchiki can also worry a lot."
Yoruichi stretched out his hand while speaking,
"Prude, let's do it again."
"Come again?"
Feeling the slightly cool palms of Yoruichi rubbing there, looking at Yoruichi was like looking at a gold-swallowing giant beast that couldn't be fed enough.
How many times has this happened tonight? Are you so hungry?
"Okay, come on then."