[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"what!--"

The scream was fierce and hopeless, like the last cry of a dying person, and a chill filled the hearts of those who listened.

Feng Lan and others stopped their movements and looked in the direction of the sound, with alert expressions. But Itachi didn't react at all, and Kisame didn't take it seriously and said: "Don't worry, there are always people screaming in this room. By the way, several of them, judging from the direction, they should be coming from the place where you just stayed. What? Didn’t you hear?"

Deidara: "..."

hooligan:"……"

Xie looked disgusted while Feng Lan showed a half-smiling expression.

Although the four people on the opposite side were silent, their expressions were different and exciting. Kisame looked confused, and before he could figure out what was going on, Deidara said firmly and decisively: "I didn't hear you! Um."

"Eh? I thought Kisame-san heard those calls from Deidara-senpai!" A Fei, a little master of troublemaking, has been activated.

"Muji Saiichi! You obviously screamed too! Yes."

Kisame:......

It seems that I understand a little bit what the expressions of Xie Xie and Feng Lan mean.

"In that case," Itachi said quietly, propped up one leg and put a hand on it, as if preparing to stand up, "Let's go and take a look."

Feng Lan knew that he was worried that there were unrelated people involved, so in order to avoid hurting innocent people, he wanted to go and investigate in person. But Feng Lan felt that this place was weird, and they still had several mysteries to solve. She didn't want Itachi to put himself in danger easily, so she knelt straight, leaned over and held the back of Itachi's hand, and persuaded him nicely: "I I don’t think it’s necessarily someone who’s screaming. The greater possibility is that we’ve been chatting here and not triggering the plot. The haunted house couldn’t wait any longer, so it tried every means to hurry us over... After all,” she said Yanran He smiled and winked slyly, "We are probably the first people to leisurely eat sukiyaki in a haunted house since ancient times."

Crowd: "..."

It sounds like you are quite self-aware?

"...Furthermore," Feng Lan straightened her face slightly and analyzed, "I think those who can successfully reach this place are like us. Not to mention having special skills, but they also have skills that can save their lives. If In this way, there is no need for us to step in to help; and if we are just ordinary people, listening to the sound just now, I am afraid that it is already hopeless, and it will be too late for us to rush over at this time. Why don't we stay here and wait and see what happens? What kind of trouble is this?"

After hearing this, Itachi lowered his head slightly and pondered, but finally nodded. Feng Lan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and threw the wood into the stove. The bonfire suddenly brightened several times, and the light shone brightly from the center to the four walls, making the ghosts and shadows on the walls look terrifying. Feng Lan had no intention of raising his head at this time, and suddenly saw Itachi's outline becoming more angular by the firelight. He was lowering his eyes, and his originally long eyelashes were stretched longer by the shadow of the lamp, and a shadow like a feather fan fell. In the swaying light The thousands of tail feathers that seemed to be trembling by the unknown wind were blowing softly on the tip of my heart.

Feng Lan suddenly felt a heat in her chest, and her heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat. She hurriedly lowered her head and looked away, but found that her hand was still pressing on the back of Itachi's hand, and she immediately retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. But then she felt that she was making a fuss, and she was secretly annoyed: It was just a touch of a small hand, and it was not like she had never touched it before. It was originally a trivial matter, but she reacted so fiercely, and it seemed that there was something wrong in her heart.

Fortunately, Itachi didn't take it to heart and didn't even move his brows. Feng Lan observed secretly for a moment and finally felt relieved. Then she picked up a branch and turned the fire in the furnace more intense.

What Feng Lan just said was not only heard by Itachi, but also everyone else in the room took it seriously. At this moment, he was holding his breath and paying full attention to the situation outside the room. Itachi's eyes flashed, and when no one was paying attention, he quietly put the hand that Feng Lan had just held back into his sleeve.

As if confirming Feng Lan's suspicion, there was no other sound except the scream, and the whole house was as silent as an abandoned cemetery. Everyone had just put down their guard, when suddenly, a burst of singing came from a distance, vague and vague, which frightened several people.

The singing seemed to be intermittent and continuous, making it hard to hear clearly. Only a simple and repetitive melody could be faintly discerned, mixed with some cheerful and lively childishness, as if it were an ancient and uncommon nursery rhyme.

Feng Lan had always had a sharp ear and eyes, and was very talented in music. She closed her eyes and listened carefully for a moment, then memorized the tune and started humming it casually. Even if she listened harder, she could still vaguely hear the lyrics:

"...

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly...

People who are sick can get well quickly without you...

Wearing new clothes and shooting the ball...

Everyone is laughing...

……

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly...

......"

As Feng Lan sang along in a low voice, the singing voice suddenly became clear, as if someone had lifted the old veil and revealed the true face. Gradually, the two voices merged into one, and their low voices echoed each other. The clear and childish song spread through the empty courtyard. At this moment, the old days suddenly rushed towards me. The song connected the two time and space. Through the dim and faded light and shadow, I could vaguely see two people singing nursery rhymes and taking pictures. The children with the ball hurriedly walked through the courtyard, ran along the long corridor, and broke into the house carelessly, leaving behind the laughter and joy...

The singing gradually faded away, and everyone returned to reality one after another. Kisame turned his eyes inadvertently and saw Deidara and Fei hugging each other and shivering next to them, and suddenly felt speechless. Deidara also noticed Kisame's gaze, and immediately understood what he was doing, kicked A Fei away, and said with a white face, "He was the one who brought me here first! I was kind-hearted, because I was afraid that he would be afraid." !Um."

Kisame: "...Oh."

"What does "Oh" mean? ! ! ” Deidara yelled at Kisame angrily.

Itachi had no intention of paying attention to the people who were preparing for a friendly exchange. He looked sideways at Feng Lan, with Xue Zang's surprise and deep meaning in his eyes. After a long time, he finally asked: "Where did you hear this nursery rhyme?"

Feng Lan was about to answer, but was cut off by Xie: "Not only your sister, we all know this song. Do you want to know why?" He deliberately pretended to be a showoff, with a strong sense of showing off in his tone.

Weasel Quan pretended he didn't hear anything, and just lowered his eyes and looked deeply at Feng Lan. The deep oblique shadow made his dotted eyes look as deep as dim stars.

Where Feng Lan could resist, she immediately stopped herself and poured out everything she knew and didn't know into the bamboo tube like beans: "Just now, Xie Dan and I were led into Daguang by a naughty ghost. I spent some time exploring inside. Xie Danna found the diary of the son of the former owner of this house, and this nursery rhyme was written in it. The diary is now stored in Xie Dan's place. Do you want to see it? I'll get it for you. .”

Xie Xing cursed secretly: Traitor! Then he reluctantly took out the handbag that was half soaked in blood from his arms, threw it into Kisame's arms, and said angrily: "Take it, see for yourself!"

Kisame: "..."

Uncle Shark really wanted to argue with Xie about his inexplicable bad temper, but there was still business at hand, so he had no choice but to suppress his bad temper. He took the notebook that Xie threw at him, read it at a glance, and then stood up. , walked over personally and handed the diary to Itachi before walking back and sitting down.

Itachi took the notebook from Kisame and studied it carefully. The diary was not long to begin with, and even if Itachi read it word for word, it only took two or three minutes to finish reading it. Itachi closed the diary and placed it casually in his hands, lost in thought.

Seeing that Itachi had roughly understood their side of the story, Feng Lan said, "This notebook is also the main reason why I question the term "shrine". "

While Feng Lan was quickly sorting out her thoughts in her mind, she subconsciously picked up a piece of wood and moved the carbon in the furnace: "If this is a shrine, even if there is a home, there will be relevant clergy who are responsible for offering sacrifices. and worshiping gods. Children living in shrines have been immersed in various rituals and sacrifices since childhood, but the diary does not mention any activities related to shrine religion; on the contrary, it is full of various activities. Anyone who reads the records of worldly life, games, carvings, flower appreciation, parents and sisters, will think that it was written by a child living in an ordinary and normal family."

She opened some gaps in the charcoal in the furnace, and fresh air rushed in. In an instant, the flames roared, and the wood on top crackled. Feng Lan retracted her hand. Although her eyes were looking at the fire, there was no anxiety in her eyes. She was obviously in a state of high spirits. The jumping flames reflected in her deep purple pupils, shimmering, completely blocking her true thoughts.

"There is such a family living here. It is impossible for this place to be a place where shrine maidens of all generations have been sent to worship. According to my brother, this "shrine" has been vacant since it was sealed by an eminent monk seventy or eighty years ago. ? ..." She looked at Itachi for confirmation, and the latter nodded in agreement.

After receiving Itachi's approval, Feng Lan continued: "...We found a leather puppet in Daguangjian before, the one hanging at the door. Xie Danna judged that the production time of the leather puppet was about seventy to eighty years. ago, it can be inferred from this that the little boy in the diary must have lived at that time. The timeline basically coincides with the last "Katamiko" sacrifice mentioned by my brother. The content of the two versions of the story are completely contradictory to each other. One is definitely true and the other is false. Personally, I am more inclined to agree with the authenticity of our story. First of all, the stories my brother heard were just legends spread around the world, with no evidence, but we found actual evidence such as diaries; second, the design structure of this house is suitable for living, not a shrine. Worship. "

After Feng Lan finished speaking, everyone in the room fell into silence. The atmosphere was suddenly very depressing, except for the bonfire, which was burning brightly, with a few sparks bursting out from time to time, and all of them fell into the ashes, and were extinguished silently.

The information provided by the client is wrong, which is very dangerous for ninjas. At least it will delay the mission, and at worst, it may put their lives in danger.

After a long time, Itachi considered it carefully and said: "... Even if this ancient house does not match the legend, the formation and floor plan that hide the house are real, and even the mechanisms marked on the map are exactly the same. This is probably correct. This is a kind of confirmation of what the village chief said..."

"Agency, what agency?" After all, it was related to his profession. Xie reacted overly when he heard about agency. "Also, I just wanted to ask, did you tear off the seal on the door in the Daguang Room?"

Itachi nodded and explained that their initial destination was the Buddhist hall located at the innermost part of the house, looking for clues about the missing wooden sculptures. According to the map, there are two doors at the end of the long, dark corridor at the entrance, both leading to the atrium in front of the Buddhist hall. But for some reason, both doors were locked. Before the situation became clear, Itachi did not advocate using brute force to open the door, so he chose to take a detour through the secret door in the Ohiro Room. The opening and closing of the secret door is controlled by a simple mechanism, which is a little fun added by the owner when designing this house.

Itachi and the others had a map, so they naturally went straight to their destination and didn't pay much attention to the small details on the road. On the contrary, Feng Lan had no introduction or strategy, so they could only feel their way here blindly, but unexpectedly they picked up a mistake and hit it right. Hidden key information was discovered.

After roughly understanding Feng Lan's movement, Kisame, who was affiliated with the first team of the Haunted Mansion Expedition, couldn't help but ask: "You all came from over there, and you don't know how to open the mechanism of that door?"

Everyone in the second expedition team: "..."

What a coincidence, they really don’t know.

Feng Lan took the map back from Deidara and took a look, only to notice a line of small words next to the marked secret door in the wide room: Remove the human figure and the door will open.

Feng Lan:......

She suddenly realized that this was a mechanism controlled by gravity. After the human figure was removed, the weight-reducing secret door opened. And the human figure mentioned in the annotation is probably the best npc belt in the haunted house that has accompanied them throughout their journey! Looking back, the secret passage they came through appeared after the lights were turned off. It was probably because the weight of the human figure changed after Feng Lan played with the strap on the head, that the secret door was activated.

Therefore, Itachi's decision to go the right way depends entirely on strategies; while Feng Lan, the Chosen Son, relies on a U-turn with a belt to enter the secret door!

At this moment, Feng Lan's heart was full of gratitude and respect for the belt that played a key role. If it hadn't sacrificed itself and turned around, then the male protagonist of this article would have had to wait many chapters before he could go online!

She thought to herself, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the strapped head in her arms lovingly.

With straps:...I, 9&=! +}……

"Be gentle!" Scorpion on the opposite side saw her movements and immediately yelled over, "If you turn around again, you can carry her away by yourself."

"I know, I know." Feng Lan responded perfunctorily, but no longer fiddled with the strap, but her hands just couldn't be free, so she picked up a dry branch and poked it into the fire.

"...We tentatively believe that the story with actual physical evidence is what really happened in the past, so the two teams we came in one after another each have half of the real information. In other words, the first half of what happened in this house , the story we unearthed is closer to the truth; and the second half, the part between the eminent monk and the house array, developed along the lines of my brother's side. This is my current inference, what do you think?" Everyone listened carefully. There was no objection in her conclusion.

"Then this is interesting," he continued to poke aimlessly in the furnace with branches, while raising his own doubts, "What kind of changes happened during the period to make the ethical drama in the first half and the second half... A horror movie seamlessly connected?..."

The floor furnace was not very deep to begin with, but Feng Lan turned over it over and over again, almost turning it upside down. Feng Lan unintentionally stirred the ashes while thinking, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with the touch under her hand, as if the tip of the branch had picked something. She frowned, didn't think much, and subconsciously pulled out the object with the strength of her hand.

The fluttering ash slowly fell down, and Feng Lan saw that hanging on the other end of the branch was a black skull.