[Comprehensive] A murder caused by a feather

He has a pale face that is different from ordinary people.

The bloodless white skin is so transparent that the buried veins can be seen, a head of snow-colored hair that is almost the same color as the skin, sharp eyebrows flying sharply, and slightly furrowed brows with a trace of hostility.

Down below is a pair of cold golden eyes, the white part of which is all weird black, the bridge of the nose is high, and the tight lips are a slightly bewitching indigo color.

This person stands in a world turned ninety degrees, on the side wall of a high-rise building, standing quietly, resigned from the world and independent.

Now she is the wind, the air, the only thing in this world that appears when a person exhales lightly.She was floating in the air, moving with the wind, and sometimes she leaned over to caress that familiar face, and sometimes blew a strand of his hair mischievously.

The lonely boy was standing there alone, she wanted to touch his face and tell him that she was here.

But can't.

They will never see each other again.

Because she knew it was just a dream.

>>>

Even Yayoi Kinoshita, who was sleeping on the tatami inside the house, could feel the faint heat from the mild sunlight.

The "clack" sound of bare feet stepping on the wooden board, the noisy laughter of children, the shouting of teenagers in anger, and the lazy and seductive chuckle... make up the daily life of this store.

But Yayoi Kinoshita was just an outsider, she was lying flat, neither opened her eyes nor got up, and didn't even want to move the corners of her mouth.

She is so tired.

The muscles of the whole body are protesting, the limbs that have been rushed by the spiritual energy are so weak, and now even the fingertips are experiencing bursts of numbness.

The pale red-brown long-haired girl knew very well what had happened to her. She remembered being pierced through the abdomen by a stone, remembering Shirasaki disappearing before her eyes and turning into a spirit child, remembering her desperate cries, remembering the time before she disappeared. That unforgettable pain.

A burst of hasty walking disturbed Yayoi's thoughts, she finally opened her eyes, and looked at the ceiling with a blank expression. The original emerald green pupils became a deep dark green because of lack of focus, like a doll with no signs of life , was frighteningly empty.

The paper door of the room was gently opened, and a breeze mixed with the fresh earthy smell after the rain floated in, shaking Yayoi Kinoshita's long and thick eyelashes.

"Ah, you're awake." A soft boy's voice sounded after the door opened.Yayoi did not move, she was sure that she had never heard such a tone, and even if she had, she would not pay attention to it.

Even if her beloved younger sister Yuko Kinoshita was here, she would not twist her stiff neck to look at her.

Unless that person comes back.

She didn't forget what happened last night. Similarly, she even remembered the fact that she died twice.Whether it was the first time she was cut to death by monsters, or the second time she was stabbed to death by Qingyin's men, she didn't feel anything at all.

She only remembered the heart-piercing pain of breaking the connection with Bai Qi when the soul gathered last night.

— how painful is it?

——That was the heartbreaking pain that Yayoi Kinoshita couldn't bear.

"Ms. Kinoshita?"

The boy didn't get a response, and continued to shout half softly and half doubtfully.

"It's useless, April [-]st," Yuko Ichiyuan, who appeared at an unknown time, half leaning against the door, smiled, and shook her hand at the black-haired boy, "It's better for a woman to act at this time."

Miss Yuko's words made April [-]st even more confused.

Does this have anything to do with gender?

Wearing a black and red medieval narrow-waisted wide-sleeved lace dress, Ichiyuan Yuko walked straight towards the girl lying on the tatami in the middle of the room. Layers of sleeves were wrinkled and folded to make a small friction sound, and her light footsteps knocked on the floor. There is a "dong dong" music sound.

"Dimensional Witch" Yuko Ichido sat on the floor, gently holding the red-brown long-haired girl's chin with her slender fingers, and her red pupils were bewitching.

"You can hear what I'm talking about," the shopkeeper, whose appearance was still young and beautiful, said in a chant, "Do you want... to realize the wish in your heart?"

"I can fulfill your wish, as long as you pay the corresponding price."

Yayoi Kinoshita's indifferent face finally changed, she turned her head with difficulty, her eyes were slightly red.

"...I want to see him."

"Is it just like that?" The beautiful shopkeeper showed a meaningful smile, seeing her pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, staring at Yayoi's face carefully, and asked.

Yayoi Kinoshita's tears fell like jade beads, dripping on the bed "pattapatta".

At that moment, the heart-piercing pain had never been felt before, and she didn't need to think about the reason at all. This kind of important person leaves and never sees her again...

"I, I want to see him..." The girl who was crying like a child had big drops of tears on her eyelashes, and her voice was broken when she spoke, "I, I want to continue to be, be with him..."

She raised her head and looked at Yuko with eager eyes, the hope in her eyes was extremely humble.

The "Dimensional Witch" still had a seductive curve on her mouth, she smiled without saying a word.

>>>

Shirasaki felt surprised to be sent back to Ichigo's inner world suddenly.In fact, not long ago, he thought that he would cut off contact with that idiot Kinoshita Yayoi, but he didn't expect it to be at that time.

It's really frustrating.

Unhappy, Mr. Shirasaki chopped down several buildings with a knife, and then inserted the black knife in his hand into the concrete wall, leaning on the knife and sat down with one knee bent.

He was used to being alone before, but since that person broke into this world, this habit has slowly turned into a terrible feeling of loneliness.

Once you accept your companion, even the usual self-entertainment becomes boring.

In fact, Shirasaki is not someone who likes to miss, but now he is tilting his head, putting half of his face on his knees, his cold golden eyes look long, and he falls on an unknown place.

The spiritual power given to Kinoshita Yayoi has always been diverted from Shirasaki's body, and it can be said that a large part of it is because of this reason that Shirasaki has such an undue affection for Kinoshita Yayoi.

But there is no such absolute thing in the world, anyway, Bai Qi himself is more willing to accept this kind of result.

No matter how this feeling came from, it was always in his heart, so it should belong to him.

The willful Uncle Shirasaki felt that Yayoi Kinoshita, no matter whether she would become Xu in the future, would only belong to him.

Like the white Zhanyue, it belongs to him.

The white-haired boy drew the outline of the girl with his own eyesight. He obviously didn't remember it clearly before, but after this separation, it was surprisingly clear.

Shirasaki blinked, and Void's eyes focused on Zan Yue who suddenly appeared.

"...is it finally broken?" This melancholy middle-aged uncle still has the same bearded image, wearing sunglasses that cover his eyes as before, "No matter how reluctant you are, you will never give up again." Can't see her anymore."

Mr. Zhanyue's lips have always been tightly pressed. He didn't care much about Shirasaki and that human soul before, and he also had a certain amount of selfishness.He and Shirasaki are one, but it can be said that they are not one. The two are the same but different. The harmony and contradictions are vividly displayed in them.

They are all afraid of being alone.

"Mr. Zangetsu, long time no see." Shirasaki did not respond to Uncle Zangetsu's words, but lazily raised his right hand and shook it, "Why, that guy Ichigo finally got it done?"

The middle-aged man in black nodded slightly, as an admission.

"Well, after separating from you, Mr. Zhanyue, I have a lot more free time." He waved his hand, causing the black Zanyue sword beside him to disappear into the air. Such a simple scene reminded him instantly of dissipating in front of Yayoi. At that moment, I felt even worse, "It's boring."

When he was fused with Zhanyue before, this boring loneliness would not affect him at all.

But now, a panic-like loneliness almost surged in, catching him by surprise.

He was accompanied by Yayoi before. At that time, he was looking forward to the arrival of the red-brown long-haired girl every day, thinking about how to tease her after she arrived, and how to make her stronger .

Every day is a fulfilling day.

"...We all exist for Ichigo," Mr. Zanzuki said in a deep voice, as if convincing Shirasaki, more like convincing himself, "Remember this...Shirasaki."

This was the first time that Mr. Zankatsu called Shirasaki that name since Yayoi named him.

The gloomy inner world of the white-haired boy finally revealed a little light.

>>>

On April [-]st, I never knew what Miss Yuko wanted to do.

To be honest, in fact, he still admires Ms. Yuko, she seems to be so comfortable in many things, no matter how big the problem is, she cannot be troubled.

Just like the current situation, the girl whose body was obviously pierced by a stone last night was sitting on the European-style chair intact, holding the black teacup in her hand with blurred eyes, and took a sip.

She was rescued by Miss Yuko through the wishes of other guests. Although April [-]st knew that there were many things he didn't understand in this world, he still knew that it was abnormal for the other party to heal so quickly.

After dessert was served, April [-]st put away the tray and stood quietly waiting, listening to the gossip of Miss Yuko's guests while waiting to shout at any time like a competent wage earner.

"Your wish has a heavy price to pay." Yuko Ichihara, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, and Yayoi Kinoshita trembled while holding the black tea, almost spilling the hot tea inside.

She simply put it down, her eyes calm.

"Can you tell me... about the price?"

Yayoi Kinoshita knew that her thoughts were too crazy, this kind of emotion was a bit wrong, menacing and unstoppable.

But she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

"This is not something you are willing to give now." Miss Yuko's answer was ambiguous, making it difficult to guess.

The girl with reddish-brown hair was silent for a long time, and finally raised her hand and brushed the broken hair by her ear.

"...That is to say, can it be done in the future?"

Witch Yuko still smiled without saying a word.