[Beng Tie] Pinoconi Play House

Pier Point, in the conference room of the Interstellar Peace Corporation. "[Sha Jin], do you have any questions?" At the end of the meeting, Jade—he only knew her among the people present—asked. "The Evignians of Zigannia... What happened to them?" A voice in the stage of transformation asked the lady. A dozen galaxies separated Pier Point. "Are you here to ask the Evigins of Zigannia?" A man from a patrol base said slightly bending over to look at the young girl with childish features. Pierpoint, codenamed [Emerald], the pink-haired lady took a breath and replied [Pyrogen], the new member of the Stoneheart Ten: "It's a pity that there are no Evigins in Zigannia. You are the last lucky one." "Sorry, Bisau," the man felt a little guilty, the lights in the stronghold were dim: "I have investigated Zigonia, and there is no longer any Ewejin people there." —— May the Mother Goddess close your eyes three times/May the Mother Goddess close your eyes three times Let your blood flow forever/Let your blood flow forever The journey is always calm/The journey is always calm The trick is never revealed/The trick is never revealed Kakavasya/Hati surprise . A death he witnessed, a mysterious case, and the truth that Pinoconi did not want to reveal, the fog surrounded the gold dust from the Interstellar Peace Company, and he walked alone on the edge of the world. Equip him with a detective hat, give him a notebook to write down the timeline, and a shawl that can protect him from the wind and frost. The rabbit with two ink spots under his eyelids begged him to find the murderer, the colorful swan wished him good luck, and in the desert of memory, he witnessed his former self again. The mist and confusion pushed him forward, and Sand Jin never showed any signs of weakness. He took the noisy detective assistant he picked up to explore the end of his memory. And at the end... Will there be a girl with similar hair color waiting for him? Notes for reading: 1. Fate update, because I think this book has a bit of a Pinocchio flavor, so I wrote it slowly. 2. Written specifically for gold dust, but mainly for friendship/family affection 3. Sorry, because a relative and friend closely related to this pit passed away, I can't calmly produce food for this pit, so I have temporarily abandoned it. Concept: The past shapes the present