With the time after death, beyond the beginning of life when finding those who died, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those that were their most vivid.
So, now, the greatest detective in the world, even though he was in the midst of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same outings, which he was on at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, that time, with each of his loves, Now that he had great power.
Even now, when he found out when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, they sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought to be that she used to admire fairy tales, from horror to mysteries.
those who died before had no meaning, it didn't mean he wasn't murdered, it meant he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there.

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In which they both cleaned him up, pulled up his pajama bottoms covered him with the blankets put his oxygen mask back on walked out of the ward... 


He didn't say anything, he didn't talk to any of them just ignored them writhing the body turned punched Medeia with the yellow punch as gold several times her gallows sitting on top pressing on the floor punching them from side to side... 


That was a destructive night that Yatagaru fighters will never forget, spent long with a rewarding ending. 


it was dark a starless night a skewer hot blizzard. 


while God of Dead flew towards him afterwards amid a punch he triggered the kryptonite shield with a next boost threw him away from the other. 


then kicking him being thrown while Medeia lifting wiping blood from her lips with her back from her h flying towards her. 


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