Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

"This is really..."

Yuan Zhongguang emptied his mind, and when he killed Yu Nu, he didn't release his spiritual power, so that he didn't realize that Yu Nu still had a resentful spirit left behind.

Qing Jiang picked up the cloak that fell on the ground just now, patted it twice, thoughtfully: "This...is Xiaodouxie?"

Yuan Shigemitsu came back to his senses, and thought for a while: "The monster who washes red beans by the river to lure passers-by into the water... Could those missing people have something to do with her?"

Qing Jiang rubbed his neck, smiled and bent an arm, and put it on Yuan Zhongguang's shoulder: "Well, let's discuss this issue later. Compared with killing monsters, I am more suitable to get along with ghosts."

Get along with ghosts?

Yuan Shigemitsu was noncommittal about this, and let him walk back.

"I don't know what's going on at Yaoyan..."

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Yaken Toshiro and Yakiri Hasebe worked together under Oda Nobunaga for a period of time, and they are considered familiar with each other, so during the stroll, the two Fusangshen did not stand in the cold - as long as they use the God Judge Being a topic can always open up a new world.

The situation over there is more frequent than Yuanyuan Shigemitsu’s. Yaken’s place can be described as calm. The biggest danger is encountering the patrolling gendarmerie. With Yaken’s investigative skills, it is not difficult to avoid them in advance.

The remote places in Kyoto still retain the old buildings, and even the pattern has not been changed much. The low-rise houses are stretched out in stretches. This layout is easy to cause fire, and once the wooden houses catch fire, it is difficult to extinguish. Some distance away is a large tank full of water.

The houses on both sides are very close to each other, the streets are narrow, the stalls set up during the day have not been cleaned up, and the simple bunks made of white coarse cloth are supported by scattered bamboo poles standing silently in the night. It's really scary to go.

"Go back, this side has already turned."

Yaoken skimmed across an intersection lightly, waited and watched for a few seconds and then waved to Hasebe behind: "This road should be closer."

There is no doubt that the kung fu of short-sword exploration is strong, and Hasebe followed Yaoken into the narrow alley without any hesitation.

This alley is a gap between residential houses and shops. Businessmen often place sundries here, and sometimes even carry military police behind their backs to do some illegal transactions here, which is the "black market".In the alley where only two people can walk side by side, there are various miscellaneous items, and the bamboo poles and timber used to build the shop are crowded everywhere, and it is difficult to find a place to stay.

Fortunately, the two Fu Sangshen are both agile, and walking through an alley will not trouble them. Yao Yan supported a wooden table with a missing leg with one hand, turned over in the air, and stepped on the wall three or two times Leaped onto the roof.

That's right—why walk through alleys if you can walk on the roof.

Hasebe, who inadvertently rubbed against the wall, wiped his face, looked at Yaken in thought.

After he climbed onto the roof, the two Fusangshen looked at each other, and tacitly decided to pretend that this matter didn't exist.

"Although it's already October, I always feel that the temperature is dropping a bit fast." Yao Yan changed the subject.

Hasebe was a little hesitant. Fu Sangshen's physical fitness is much better than that of humans, and he is not very sensitive to cold and heat. Of course, he can feel it if the temperature difference between day and night is large, but such a sudden change made him say that the temperature in October will drop. Hurry up... It's too hard for them.

After all, they are all swords, and they are really not used to the heat and cold of human beings.

"Hmm... are you going to buy some clothes for the master?" Hasebe thought for a while, and was once again mastered by his master-controlling attribute.

"Uh... If you say that, you're right." Yao Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

Their conversations along the way are always like this, no matter what they talk about, they will always go around to the "master" in the end.

But this is also very good, at least it is much better than letting him talk to Oda Nobunaga with Hasebe.

"Through this residential area, there's still—who's laughing?"

Yao Yan stopped abruptly, holding his own body knife in his right hand, frowning.

"Huh?" Hasebe didn't listen to what he just said at all, his mind was completely occupied by "buying clothes for the Lord", all kinds of patterns and fabrics flowed through his mind like water, and Yaken let out a low voice. Drink to clean everything up.

"What?" Hasebe asked subconsciously, but his movements were not slow, and he drew a knife with one hand to protect Yaoken's back, while scanning around vigilantly.

Yaken lowered his eyes, and breathed slowly and slowly. Kyoto was very quiet at night, and he couldn't even hear the chirping of birds. In such an environment, it should be very easy to catch any movement.

But he couldn't hear the laugh that had just caught his attention—a laugh that made the hair stand on end.

It was as if it was just a figment of his imagination in the silence, but never existed.

"It's gone." Yao Yan whispered, and looked ahead in some confusion. There was the direction where he just felt the voice coming from, and the night was peaceful.

He and Hasebe looked at each other, not only did not let go of the vigilance in his heart, but it became even stronger.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The thin cry came faintly, and the cold sweat on Yaoken's back rushed out instantly, and it became dry and cold in the wind for a while, and countless stories flashed in his mind, from wet women to Sichuan Chizi, all kinds of monsters pretending to be crying babies to lure pedestrians have passed through his mind.

Hasebe's face was ashen, and the hand holding the knife turned white. He and Yaken looked at each other for a moment, and they both saw in each other's eyes what they were thinking about.

Hasebe's face turned even more blue.

"At a time like this...shouldn't it be called Smiling Qingjiang?" Da Dao, who looked serious on weekdays, seemed to have been poured out of a plaster cast at this moment. These words popped out.

The sobbing sound has not stopped, and even has a tendency to become clearer and clearer. Yao Yan tried his best to drive away the strange ghosts and monsters in his head, took a deep breath, and walked forward silently and quickly on the tiles After a few steps, he squatted down and looked down.

Hasebe didn't move, watching his colleague stop on the edge of the roof, leaning on the tiles in one hand and looking down with the body knife in the other, he didn't speak for a long time.

"Pharmaceutical research?"

Hasebe called out.

The black-haired Fu Sangshen remained motionless.

Hasebe sucked in a breath of cold air, and frantically recalled whether he had read any ghost stories, monsters can use their voices to lure away souls...

"Yakuken?" What should I say, he couldn't leave his companion behind, Hasebe slowed down, tentatively called Dagger's name, and walked over slowly.

The sound of stepping on the tiles was amplified extremely clearly at this moment, and it was elongated because of his slow movements.

"Crack—che—"

"Crack-"

A piece of broken tile was sacrificed gloriously at the feet of Fu Sangshen. The sound was heard in the ears of Hasebe who was holding his heart. It was like a bomb detonated on the spot. He felt that the sound could make the whole of Kyoto hear.

And the drug research is still motionless.

Hasebe's heart began to sink gradually, it was broken, was it really a trick?Fu Sangshen is bewildered by ghosts, what should he do?It would be great if the Lord was here... No, no, no, let him deal with such a dangerous situation...

Thinking so wildly, Hasebe has already walked to Yaken's side, hesitated for a while, still did not choose to look at the scene below, but stretched out his hand to tentatively pat Yaken's shoulder.

"medicine--"

"Hush." ​​The dagger that had been silent like a sculpture suddenly uttered such a short syllable. Hasebe was surprised and happy, and then angry, "You—"

Yao Yan interrupted him, and turned his face full of confusion: "Hasebe? Come and see, is that a child?"

"Child? What child?" The anger disappeared after being interrupted like this. Hasebe repeated the word and poked his head down indifferently.

"Where will there be any children at this time, the curfew order has been issued during the day, and at the sensitive moment when several children have been lost, which parents will not be optimistic about their children—where are the children?!"

The final exclamation was raised two tones because of the change in voice.

There was indeed a child standing on the road, about four or five years old, plainly dressed, tied up in a bun, standing there at a loss, with a little baby fat on his face, his small face and hands were white, you could tell It was taken care of by the family.

And this boy appeared alone on the deserted street at night, sobbing and crying endlessly because he couldn't find his way home. The small cry sounded really scary at night.

Yaken didn't move, staring at the child who didn't feel right no matter how he looked at it, hesitated, Hasebe was silent for a moment, as if softened by the crying, he suddenly got up and jumped off the roof, walking towards the child.

"Hasebe?!" Yao Yan snorted, the slender man didn't look back, but just waved his hand, signaling him to stay there and not move.

Seeing someone approaching him, the sobbing child couldn't help but stop and cry, with tears in his eyes, sobbing and hiccupping, his whole soft body trembling, his fleshy little hands grabbing With the corner of his clothes on, he stared blankly at the tall man who suddenly appeared.

"You...what's your name?" Hasebe had no experience with children, hesitated to squat down a few steps away from the child, and stretched out a hand tentatively, "Where is your home?"

The child looked at the man who was too tall for him, timidly as if judging whether the person in front of him was malicious, Hasebe waited patiently for his answer, and never let go of his outstretched hand.

Yaken frowned, he was a little far away from them, and couldn't hear what Hasebe and the child said, so he focused on looking further away, in the hazy night, somewhere softly sounded Horrible laughter.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha, guess if there is anything wrong with this child~

Well, the sun is setting, it's time for ghosts to haunt~

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