[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"What's it called?! It's a doll!" Scorpion couldn't bear it any longer. The chakra lines on his fingertips moved slightly, two pieces of broken porcelain bowls stuck to them and he smashed them on Deidara and Fei's foreheads. "Look, the girls didn't even scream. Woolen cloth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Lan standing aside, hunching his neck and blinking his watery eyes, looking pitiful, and said in a cooing voice: "Feng Lan is afraid of ghosts, Feng Lan wants to find Nissan..."

scorpion:"……"

"It's too late to pretend to be a weak girl now!" Xie sneered, "The acting is real and fake!"

"No way!" Feng Lan retorted in a coquettish voice, extremely pretentious, "A weak and timid little girl with a sensitive heart like me is most afraid of ghosts! ... But," her voice sank. , holding up the candlestick and shining it on the human figure's face, he explained, "But this one, you can tell at a glance that it's not a real person."

"The simplest thing is that the pupils of a dead person are dilated and turbid. They are completely different from the eyes of this doll. Don't you guys notice this?" Xie Xie looked at those two people who did nothing but scream like flowers. At a loss, Feng Lan continued his words. His voice was always gentle and lazy, but now it sounded full of contempt.

A Fei & Deidara: "..."

Who dares to look into "her" eyes in this situation? ! !

Deidara and Obito roared crazily in their hearts.

"Furthermore," Feng Lan continued to popularize science after Xie Xie's words, "Generally, people who are hanged die from suffocation, with blue skin, burst blood vessels in the eyeballs, extended tongues, facial pain, and a hideous death appearance; they may have turned into resentful spirits. It's almost the same image. Anyway, she will definitely not be as calm and beautiful as this young lady is now."

"Doesn't this look good?! Hmm!" Deidara pointed at the life-size female doll hanging at the door, with a sinister face, and complained, "Also, who is so perverted, hanging a humanoid by its neck at the door of the house!"

"Whoosh!—"

A shuriken flew past his cheek with the sound of breaking wind, and a thin trace of blood immediately appeared on Deidara's face. He raised his head, and the blue candlelight traced Feng Lan's outline. Her back was especially holy and solemn in the blue light.

"Never insult a woman's appearance at any time." She turned her head and smiled sweetly at Deidara, "This is a lifelong advice given to you by your kind, gentle, beautiful and generous teammate."

Deidara's patience bag instantly expanded and exploded, and he was about to grab a centipede and throw it at Feng Lan.

But at this moment, a wisp of wind leaked in from nowhere. The hemp rope hanging from the roof beam rubbed against the human figure's neck, making a soft squeaking sound, which was very irritating to people's fragile nerves and made their scalp tingling. numb. Deidara looked up subconsciously and saw the puppet shaking, and it seemed to be nodding in agreement. Those deep and hollow eyes stared at him momentarily, as if waiting for his answer.

Dilada curled her lips and let go of the clay-covered hand.

"Okay, let's put "her" down first, lest the two losers behind won't dare to come in. Xie interrupted the argument between Feng Lan and Deidara impatiently, "I checked and there are no agencies nearby." "

Feng Lan nodded, tied the tail end of the kunai with a thin string for recovery, then threw the kunai and cut the rope. At the same time, Scorpion caught the human form with chakra cords, laid her on the ground, and stepped into the house without hesitation. Feng Lan naturally followed.

The obstacles blocking the view were removed, and the situation inside the room was completely exposed to everyone. This is a large traditional Japanese-style room, like a place where a large family held large gatherings in the old days. It is divided into six small rooms with partitions, but the sliding door is wide open and severely damaged, and it does not do anything to block the view. effect. The lamps and candles everywhere in the house have been lit, and the lights are brightly lit. The warm yellow flames flicker, illuminating a magenta joy in the dark and gloomy space, allowing an unobstructed view of the vast scene.

The small wooden door through which Feng Lan and the others came in was opened at the very edge of the wide room. In the center of the opposite wall was a seven-section Doll's Day Doll Altar, and further inside there was a gelong cage against the wall. Most of the Japanese lacquer on daily necessities such as tiles, Dobage, and sliding-door cabinets has fallen off, but you can still see the exquisite and luxurious maki-e or mother-of-pearl remnants of the past. I think the owner of this house must have been rich or noble back then. .

In addition to Dolls' Festival dolls, there are also various traditional Japanese dolls placed in this room. They are leaning or standing, holding fans and dancing, or kneeling and playing shamisen. The dolls are smiling brightly, or wearing pear blossom ribbons. Rain can be either happy, angry, or angry. The dim candlelight flickered, restoring a bit of movement to the empty expression on the doll's face, instantly increasing the horror value.

A long-abandoned ancient house in the mountains is filled with dolls and lit with candles all over the room. This in itself is very unreasonable and weird. But then I thought about it, in a ghost movie, what kind of logic is there? Either the ghost has the final say or the director has the final say.

"Are you scared too?" Xie noticed that Feng Lan's face stiffened slightly after entering the room, and couldn't help but joked, although according to his usual tone, it sounded more like contempt.

Feng Lan responded calmly: "I just thought of a horror movie I watched when I was a child: the protagonist went through a lot of hardships to find out the truth, and finally arrived at an abandoned theater, only to find that the secret room of the theater was full of puppets. It is made of real people, and it can also move. This is considered one of my classic childhood shadows!" [Note]

After hearing this, Xie looked at her sideways and said disdainfully: "What's so scary about this?"

Feng Lan: "..."

She looked at Scorpion from head to toe.

The puppet made by a real person can still move...

Yeah, what's so scary about this?

Feng Lan suddenly felt that her childhood shadow was not worth mentioning.

She scratched her head irritably and blew out the blue candle flame in her hand. Anyway, this room is very bright and does not need lighting. It is better to save this poor light and wait to be used on the blade.

"Eh? Feng Lan-chan, I suddenly realized that the color of the flame of this candle in your hand is different from the others?" After all the haunting elements were eliminated, A Fei came over to look for Feng Lan shamelessly.

Ah, has someone finally asked this question?

"Because," Feng Lan glanced at A Fei lightly and said calmly, "This candle is made of sperm whale blubber. Whale blubber is rare, and sperm whale blubber is unique and very flame-resistant. For example, my hand If you go up to this half, it will probably keep burning for a month!”

"The cost of whale blubber is high and the quantity is limited, so in ancient times only aristocratic families could afford to use this kind of candle; but now, due to the popularization of electricity, this thing has gradually been eliminated by the times. In modern times, even the aristocrats do not use it much. At most, I just occasionally take out one or two collections, play with them, and show off in some arty retro style. Most of the remaining blubber candles are left to gather dust in the warehouses of everyone in the family."

Seeing that the other three people were listening attentively and clearly looking like they were learning new knowledge, she pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Could it be that you haven't seen it before?"

The answer is self-evident.

Feng Lan suddenly smiled, took her long hair out of Xiaopao, raised her fingertips slightly, and let the tail of her slightly curly hair draw a graceful arc in the air. She said hypocritically with a tone of great regret: "No. Sorry, I saw this kind of thing a lot when I was a child, so I recognized it at a glance. When I got tired of playing with toys, I often used blubber candles to practice fire escape and play with them..." She touched her heart with her hand and made a gesture. With the sentimentality of spring and autumn, he sighed melancholy, "Oh, I can't help it. The life of the eldest daughter of the Uchiha clan is so ordinary, boring and boring..."

This hand of hatred was so good that Feng Lan felt that the three people opposite them seemed to want to join forces to kill her first. Especially Obito, although his expression could not be seen from the orange Uzumaki mask, she estimated that the boss must have become more darkened:

Ah, why do we have different fates with Uchiha? This world is indeed false! I want to create a world where Uchiha Fenglan can pick up rags! …

"Scorpion Danna," Deidara whispered in Scorpion's ear, "For the first time, I feel that this girl is a hundred times more annoying than Uchiha Itachi! Hmm."

Xie didn't respond, but the look in his eyes showed deep understanding.

"Okay, if you have time to talk about these things, why don't you see what clues there are in this room." Scorpion glanced at Feng Lan, "Especially you, give me more Sharingan, don't do it again It’s hidden, it’s not like I don’t know who you are!”

Feng Lan rolled her eyes and thought, she is not the only one with the Sharingan here, so why should she be caught working alone?

"And you two," Scorpion turned to Deidara and Fei again, "There are no ghosts in this world. Don't make a fuss and scare yourself when you see something unusual! It's useless. And..." Scorpion's With a stern look on his face and alert eyes, he pointed at the ground and warned: "Please pay attention, someone has been here recently."

Feng Lan looked at the place indicated by Xie, and her eyes couldn't help but flicker. There was a row of messy footprints faintly covered on the thin dust on the tatami, which reached the center of the room and then disappeared.

The four of them secretly paid attention, and after nodding their heads, they dispersed in the large room and searched individually.