Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

"Zashiki Doji, a monster that is said to bring prosperity to the family..."

Yuan Zhong sat in front of the child with bare legs, and looked at him carefully: "I heard that they often appear in poor families, and they will leave when the family is rich... But according to the legend, this is a kind of playful You monster, you picked it up while crying?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Yao Yan's mind: "Speaking of which... there is a ruined mansion next to it, could it be the place where he used to live?"

Yuan Shigemitsu shook his head: "Perhaps... Zashiki Doji, who was transformed from a premature infant, is not intelligent enough to talk to humans. If he wants to, he can take it with him. If he doesn't want to, let him do what he wants."

He sat up straight and stared at Yaoyan: "I'm more curious about the monster you met that can manipulate the wind."

Yao Yan hesitated: "We...we haven't seen her appearance, and we have no way of determining her identity..."

Yuan Shigemitsu didn't respond to such an answer, nodded to show that he knew, and then his eyes fell on the habitually smiling Mikazuki, after weighing it up, he fell on Higakiri: "After dawn tomorrow, Higakiri and I will go out. Let's take a look, I always feel that I will meet some old friends..."

Qing Jiang changed her pajamas and tilted her head against the screen, pointing her chin with her index finger: "Oh—is this a man's sixth sense?"

Yuan Shigemitsu said that he really didn't want to talk to this Fusangshen again.

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Near noon, the farmers who brought their loads from outside the city to sell their own vegetables in the morning are almost gone. The military police patrol here again and again, making people panic. People try to keep their voices down as much as possible, lest they be noticed.

In order to maintain law and order, the country has long promulgated a law that civilians are not allowed to carry swords. The swords confiscated from civilians are piled up in the warehouse. In the past few years, we learned from Western practices and distributed sabers to junior officers. The logistics department I almost scratched my hair and couldn't make enough Western-style command knives, so I finally divided up the confiscated junk, including some national treasure-level famous knives.

Yuan Shigemitsu didn't want to attract attention, so he found a piece of cloth and wrapped the mustache tightly from head to tail, and put it in his arms pretending to be a long stick.

"So are you going to change the name again? If you do it to the extreme, it will be cut with a stick..."

Hidekiri propped his chin up to watch Yuan Shigemitsu wrap his body around him, and couldn't help sighing.

Tsurumaru swayed to one side, poking his head and paws from time to time to show his presence.

"You..." When Yuan Shigemitsu No. 13 wrapped around Tsurumaru's outstretched hand, he finally stopped his movements helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Tsurumaru stared at Minamoto Shigemitsu aggrievedly, and sighed a long time: "It's so boring... so-so boring!"

The eyes clearly expressed the accusation of "You just take them out to play without me!".

Indeed, he brought Sankayue the day before yesterday, Yaken and the three of them yesterday, and today he was going to bring Hikari, so he really let Tsurumaru go.

Yuan Zhong sat bare-legged on the ground, thought for a while: "Let's go together then." Then he explained, "The reason why he wears mustache is because he is a ghost-slaying knife, so it should be useful for those things."

Practice has proved that it is indeed useful. Didn't he kill Yu Nu with mustache last night? Although he accidentally let go of a wraith... But it is basically certain that he can restrain the monster.

"Come on, come on!" Tsurumaru didn't listen to Minato Shigemitsu's explanation at all, his mind was completely occupied by being able to go out and play, and excitedly handed his body to Minato Shigemitsu, letting him tie it into an ugly cloth stick.

Well... Although it's a bit strange to carry two sticks on the street... But... it shouldn't be so unlucky to meet the inspector...

Minato Shigemitsu touched the freshly baked weapon with some uncertainty, and thought for a while, what else could be done, at worst, just hide a little, if it doesn't work, knock them all out.

The two Fusangshen obediently returned to the main body. This experience was not particularly good for Fusangshen. It was like returning to the time when he was unable to speak or act in the sword for thousands of years, especially when he was still wrapped in the outside. Wearing a layer of cloth, Higiri was okay, Tsurumaru began to hum and chirp not long after, and sang in the spiritual power circuit that connected their consciousness with Minamoto.

Minamoto Shigemitsu: ...Actually, if you listen carefully, you can still capture the beauty inside.

After all, Fu Sangshen's voice is really nice.

Trying to ignore the outside interference, he found a sparsely populated path to the place where Yaoyan was attacked last night.

I was lucky along the way, I didn't run into any gendarmes that were haunting everywhere. This is a place where the poor live together, and everyone knows that it is a place where various accidents occur frequently, but management is also notoriously difficult, and the gendarmes are just going through the motions , As long as there is no big incident, I really won't pay more attention to what happened inside.

Yuan Shigemitsu walked two wrong roads before finding the abandoned mansion that Yaoyan said. The gate was half collapsed, and the plaque was gone. It should have been taken away and split for firewood. The only door frame left was distorted. Buried in a piece of wild grass, the courtyard wall continues piece by piece, exposing bones soaked in rain and snow under the skin.

This mansion is too abrupt here...

Yuan Shigemitsu made up his mind to go in and take a look, but just as he took a step, he was stopped by an old voice: "Young people are not allowed to enter!"

Yuan Shigeka turned his head, and an old woman in ragged clothes was standing not far behind him with a cane, a bamboo basket on her arm, and a wrinkled white radish could be seen under the cover of a rag.

"What advice does the old man have?" Yuan Zhongguang put on a habitual smile.

The old woman hesitated for a moment, looked at the dilapidated mansion behind him, then looked at the tall and handsome Yuan Shigemitsu, and shook her head: "You can't go in! You young people are too curious! Going in will cause trouble ! Here, it was left by the former great nobleman. After that, it changed many owners, but it didn’t work out. It’s impossible to build a new one on top, so it can only be abandoned... there are unclean things in it!”

Yuan Shigemitsu patiently listened to her nonsense, and asked gently: "Well...does the old man know that this house was owned by the upper class?"

The old woman looked at him blankly: "How do you know this? It has been here for a long time. It was here when I was young, and my mother was here when I was young...it has always been here, and I can still hear women laughing in the middle of the night. Voice."

Yuan Zhongguang thanked with a smile, saying that he would not go in, watched the old woman nod and leave with satisfaction, he turned and stepped into the gate of the mansion.

"Didn't you say you won't come in, wow, master, you are lying!"

As soon as Minamoto Shigemitsu came in, he let Higiri and Tsurumaru out, and Tsurumaru tilted his head and grinningly accused Minamoto Shigemitsu of deceiving the old man, which made Minamoto Shigemitsu shudder, "This is called strategic obedience!"

Tsurumaru squished his mouth, rubbed his head, what kind of strategic obedience, and nonsense, does bullying Crane understand these things?

Mustache had already walked to the front, passing through the barren grass that seemed to be a courtyard, the main house should be in front of it, and the houses on both sides were for the wife and children, and there were only simple frames left.

"Ah, it looks like the layout of the Heian era."

Hikiri looked at it, then turned around and said.

Yuan Shigemitsu did not question his judgment. There are many residences in the Heian period that have continued to this day. The residences of nobles often change hands for various reasons and then rearrange them. There are few major changes. Here you can see a Heian period residence. The mansion is perfectly normal.

"But there are very few traces of the later era."

Hidekiri leaned over to look at a rotten wooden post, and said softly.

"Has it been haunted since the Heian era?" Tsurumaru happily jumped to a higher place, squatted down, put the body knife across his knees, and looked down at Higakiri and Minamoto Shigemitsu below.

A desolate and cold wind blew in flickeringly, and fine rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"Ah...it's raining?" Tsurumaru blinked, looked up at the sky, and then looked outside the gate of the mansion.

There was already a foggy haze, and it was impossible to see what was outside.

They're stuck here.

"Then go in." Minato Shigemitsu didn't care if he was trapped, since he couldn't get out, he walked in, and stepped on the corridor that had been around for a long time.

The wooden boards under my feet were made decades ago. They were soaked in water and no one cleaned them up. When I stepped on them, they became limp as if I could step on water. There were moth-eaten holes everywhere, and the blackened wooden boards were still full of stench. puddles.

Only the dilapidated roof and half of the wall remained in the main house. Yuan Shigemitsu had no interest in going in, and walked directly along the corridor to the opposite house. Tsurumaru looked around and found nothing interesting, so he had to keep up with the front. Hikiri and Minamoto Shigemitsu.

Unexpectedly, the opposite house seems to be well preserved. Of course, this goodness is only limited to the comparison with the main house.

Only a small half of the corroded bed net was hanging on the shelf, and there were faint patterns of flowers and birds on it. The table and other furniture were gone, and a severely corroded bronze mirror rolled down on the ground.

Higakiri looked up at the beam above, Tsurumaru couldn't help but lifted the bed curtain with his hands, and a large piece of the already rotten bed curtain was directly touched off, covering Tsurumaru's face with a thick layer of dust superior.

"Pfft...cough cough cough cough!" Tsurumaru waved his hands to tear off the smelly cloth on his face, and patted the dust on his body, while Yuan Shigemitsu bent down to pick up the rusted mirror that could hardly be seen.

The bronze mirror is about the size of the palms of an adult man. It looks like it was originally inlaid on the dressing table, and there are auspicious patterns carved on the edge. When you rub your thumb lightly, a large piece of rust will be scratched off, revealing Fragile inside.

The mirror surface, which had been smoothed as much as possible, was not very clear at first, but Yuan Shigemitsu flipped it over casually, and he could see the blurred white shadow of Tsurumaru flashing past behind him.

He was about to put down the mirror when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Tsurumaru is obviously on his left, the mirror should be upside down, why did you look at it just now, or is it on his left?

He paused, and calmly raised the mirror again.

What is reflected on the mirror is not his face, but the face of a young woman in her 20s. It seems to be the scene reflected on the mirror when a lady of a certain family is dressing up. Her slender hands are smeared with Kodan, and she is holding on to a thin brush To the corners of the eyes is painted a long and narrow vermilion.

She painted so seriously and meticulously, with a slight smile in her eyes, like a wife happily welcoming her husband with the most beautiful makeup.

Mirror, woman applying makeup.

Yuan Shigemitsu's hands suddenly began to tremble, and his eyes staring at the mirror were tinged with inexplicable surprise and disbelief.

"Giggle cluck..."

The cold and horrifying laughter came from nowhere, approaching here erratically, Hidekiri draws his knife to approach Genshigemitsu, and Tsurumaru fixes his eyes on the door.

Legend has it that there is a kind of ghost in the world, which is formed by the strong jealousy and resentment of a woman. She was betrayed by the man she loved, and in extreme pain, she condensed a form from the living person, and came out at midnight to kill beautiful women and prey on children. How jealous resentment grows, and will make blood-curdling laughter.

I'm not reconciled to being abandoned like this...

All the resentment is moaning this sentence.

The world named her Prajna.

The laughter spun around like the wind, and then stopped suddenly. Hikiri and Tsurumaru looked at each other and raised their hearts, but Yuan Shigemitsu didn't feel nervous at all.

He held the old mirror tightly, looked around, and raised his voice: "Why don't you come out? It's obvious that an old friend is here, so you want to pretend you don't know him?"

Sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said softly, "Isn't it? Yuko?"

The author has something to say: emmmm Yuko... there should be someone who remembers this young lady, right?

It was the little sister who took care of Guangbao when he was still the prince...

Well……

Scumbags are everywhere...

I haven't figured out Yuko's ending yet, and I'm a little worried...

It’s too early today, isn’t it! 【praise me】