The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

"Mr. Steward? Mr. Steward?"

Dazai felt someone patting his face and he slowly opened his eyes.

The man in front of me was a complete stranger: "Are you okay? I thought something happened to you."

Dazai looked around and saw that it seemed to be carriage number four. Odasaku and Kunikida were both sleeping quietly on the seats behind him.

Everyone in the carriage was drowsy, so it didn't seem out of place for the three of them to sleep leaning against their seats.

"It's okay, just taking a break." Dazai calmly dealt with the overly enthusiastic gentleman.

Carriage 4 was no different from the previous ones, except for the absence of two conspicuous passengers.

His right arm was still aching, and Dazai lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Be careful!" Kunikida shuddered and sat up straight.

Odasaku also woke up from his nightmare.

Dazai pretended to be serious and teased Kunikida: "Sir, please don't make a scene on the subway."

"Dazai?" Kunikida was completely stunned as he looked at Dazai, who was jumping around in front of him.

Didn’t Dazai just faint from excessive blood loss?

Odasaku worriedly rolled up the sleeve of Dazai's right hand, but was surprised to find that the wound was gone?

In carriages one, two, three and four, several people also escaped from the nightmare.

Some people come to their senses after surviving the disaster, but some people still refuse to repent.

In carriage number one, the reporter woke up in a sweat. He looked around and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

The police and the mayor were both sitting in their seats intact.

"What? It turned out to be just a dream."

It was so funny. He thought there really was a cat coming to take revenge, but it turned out to be just a nightmare.

The reporter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought smugly, since he had already killed her, would he still be afraid that she would come back for revenge? How ridiculous! Even if she really turned into a ghost...

Da, da, da…

A white figure sat down next to the reporter, and the face that only appeared in nightmares was now staring at him.

The reporter felt like he couldn't breathe: "You, no..."

Why did she appear? Is he still in a nightmare? No... wake up!

The reporter wanted to call for help and run away, but his body was frozen in his seat and unable to move.

The woman stretched out her hand and stabbed the reporter's chest with her sharp nails.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor.

A few days later.

Early morning, Kirihara Land Bridge.

"Hey, have you heard? Mayor Futian embezzled money and killed a female reporter!"

"That murderer is not a good guy either. He is a reporter, but he actually helped the evildoer!"

"So the tragic death during the subway test ride must be their retribution!"

"And the driver..."

……

The truth spread throughout the streets and alleys through newspapers, and Setsuko Ichikawa's investigation into the mayor's corruption was also made public.

After the incident was over, it was time for Odasaku and his team to return to Yokohama.

I heard that the Special Ability Department has given the detective agency a new commission regarding the recent suicides of people with special abilities.

The situation is somewhat urgent. It is said that the suspect has escaped and his whereabouts are currently unknown.

Kunikida finally planned to go to Kirihara Land Bridge again to inform Setsuko Ichikawa of the follow-up of the incident.

On the quiet bridge, a middle-aged woman put down a bouquet of flowers. She stood there in silence for a while before turning around and preparing to leave.

At the bridge head were Chiyo Nomoto and the policeman, who were also holding flowers.

"Ding-ling-ling." A bicycle stopped and a child took the flowers from the basket.

The four of them looked at each other and bowed slightly as a greeting.

There were a few more bouquets of flowers on the bridge, and this was the only way they could express their insignificant apologies to Setsuko Ichikawa.

Kirihara Land Bridge is still bustling with people, but there will be more people who will remember this tragedy in the future.

"Meow~"

under the bridge.

The medicine seller squatted beside the railway track and stroked the orange cat's head. Behind him, Qinghe was standing on tiptoe to hang a lamp on the side of the bridge.

After hanging up the soul-guiding lantern, Qinghe also walked into the cat group, and the kittens rubbed against him obediently.

She poured some snapdragon juice into her palm and held it out in front of a kitten.

"Good boy, you want to come back with me? I have a big sister at home who really likes cats."

The kitten leaned in and sniffed it, showing no like or dislike.

Compared to plant juice, the blood flowing under the skin is more tempting.

It opened its mouth cautiously and approached Qinghe's fingers tentatively.

"Don't bite me."

Qinghe sprinkled the snapdragon juice in his hand on the ground and wiped his hands on the cunning kitten's head.

"Meow——" The kitten made a weak protest and then hid back in the group of cats.

Chiyo Nomoto found the medicine seller on the bridge. She lay down on the side of the bridge and shouted, "Mr. Medicine Seller! Thank you!"

When the kittens heard the voices of outsiders, they disappeared instantly.

The medicine seller looked up at Nomoto Chiyo and finally nodded slightly in response.

He sighed a little: "Still, something is different."

In her previous life, Kayo was brave, kind, and sincere, while in this life, Nomoto Chiyo is full of lies and shirks responsibilities in order to become famous.

Although he cannot be called a bad person, he cannot escape desire after all.

However, this reunion after hundreds of years can be considered as the end of a fate.

Qinghe thought it was normal: "After all, reincarnation is a different person, we can't generalize."

Different environments create different personalities, and different experiences will lead to different lives.

The snapdragon juice was of no use, so Qinghe could only put it back into his backpack.

She looked at the medicine seller and asked about his schedule: "Where are you going later?"

The medicine seller never had a destination. He would go wherever there was something strange: "Wherever I go, that's where I'll go."

Qinghe took the opportunity to invite her: "Why don't you come to my house first?"

The medicine seller thought for a moment and nodded: "That's fine."

He held his chin with his hand, wondering: "Are you short of manpower? You've already arrived, do you need to recruit someone you know to join the group?"

"We're not short of manpower, but I need a lot of people who are always running around." Qinghe answered honestly.

She really needs people like the medicine seller, who has no fixed place to live, travels all over the world and randomly refreshes anywhere.

“……”The medicine seller wanted to destroy his character.

He reluctantly carried the box on his back and followed Qinghe: "This is such an impolite statement. Next time, please modify it before speaking to me."

"Yeah." Qinghe responded twice in a very perfunctory manner.

The two walked along the railroad tracks for a while.

The medicine seller suddenly said, "Don't you want to say hello to those three friends on the bridge?"

How did she ignore this unavoidable feeling of being watched?

"No, it's too troublesome." Qinghe didn't even turn her head and let the people on the bridge watch her leave.

Meeting her would be such a hassle, it would waste her time and would only make Dazai unhappy.

In this case, it is better to have less contact.

Anyway, it's conditioned reflexes, body habits and the like. If you adapt to them, they will be corrected one day.

If you can't figure something out, just put it aside. If you forget about it one day, you won't have to worry about it.

Qinghe paused, remembering something important: "By the way, I want your medicine."

"If it is diluted, how much will it affect the efficacy of the medicine?"

It will turn into a cat girl with animal ears, but it can only be used on a few people, which is a pity.

The medicine seller was shocked: "?" She was planning to dilute it and give it to more people?!

"I'm not sure about that." The medicine seller felt the cargo box on his back was a bit heavy.

He didn't want to take the blame: "You bought it yourself."

He decided to leave quickly after recognizing the door.

Qinghe is fearless. What if she gets caught? Anyway, Izuna and the others can't beat her.

The medicine seller hesitated again and again, and made a final attempt to save himself: "If you don't want it, give me away."

He didn't want to be chased by others while killing monsters.

"It's okay, they don't know you." Qinghe will try to keep his mouth shut.

As they were talking, their figures slowly disappeared into the morning mist.