Jiu Tun Doji's Notes v

After drinking hot tea for a while, it was easy to relieve the chill, Shutun took out the address book, checked Oda Nagasaku's address and family status, and silently wrote down the information.

Seeing that it was still a while before he got off work, he closed the address book and walked around the gate of Class 2, Grade [-] again.

This time, he saw Ibaraki talking with the students, and he seemed very happy. It seemed that under the leadership of Natsume, his second in command had gradually integrated into the new environment and made friends.

However, they were all girls.

The youthful and beautiful girl is wearing a sailor suit and chatting with Ibaraki around the table. This is really a must-have plot in a school idol drama, especially after her second in command becomes a human being, she is so good-looking and has the qualifications to be the protagonist.

In this way, Jiu Tun was a little relieved, so that he didn't realize that the topic of this group of people was his real deity.

It wasn't until after school in the afternoon that Shuten officially ushered in his off-duty time.

When he came to Class 2 of the second year of high school, he was not surprised to see Ibaraki walking out of the class with Natsume. Nishimura and Kitamoto, who would usually go home with Natsume, saw these two and said very actively: "Natsume, take your new classmates for a stroll around the neighborhood." Let's go, let's go first."

Natsume had no choice but to say goodbye to the two of them, and then turned around, seeing Jiu Tun, the young man sighed, "Are you going home with me?"

Jiu Tun shook his head: "Ibaraki will go back with you, I have something to deal with tonight."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the cognitive barriers around Ibaraki were added again.

"Friend, what are you going to do?" Ibaraki asked curiously.

"Go and see Oda Yongsaku, he seems to ask me for something," Shuten replied, "Ibaraki, you are going to watch Natsume tonight, be careful, don't force yourself if there is something wrong, I will go back as soon as I go."

Oda Nagasaku's address is at the last stop of the town bus, which is a relatively secluded area. Shuten Doji was walking on a country road, and occasionally saw a firefly passing by.

After all, it was the countryside, and everyone worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. When the sun was about to set, he didn't see anyone on the road except for the street lamps.

Stepping on the stone steps and walking up the hillside, not far away, a small lacquered silver mailbox stands on the side of the road, indicating that there is a house behind it.

The two-storey retro-style courtyard is located in the mountains. Although the decoration is old, judging from the scale, it must be a family of status who can build it.

Shuten-douji stood in front of the door, and when he was about to knock on the door, the two wooden doors in front of him opened automatically.

Lantern murals, Plum Blossom Courtyard.

The beautiful scenery inside the wall and the haunted house outside are completely two worlds. When you step into the courtyard, you can see Oda Yongsaku sitting in the corridor, with a cushion on his knees and a teacup in his hand.

"Oh, here we come." There was no surprise in the voice, the old man greeted the visitor, "Young man, sit here and have a drink with the old man."

The petals fell on the ground, and they bloomed here as if they had forgotten the season. Jiu Tun took the tea and looked around, and found that the inside of the house was very clean, the floor was polished, and there was a brand new white paper on the sliding door , the fluffy green grass on the ground is also at the right height, which does not affect people's movements and is very beautiful.

"You live here alone?" Shuten-douji touched the cup to his lips and put it down. Such a big house is not something an old man can manage.

But if I remember correctly, in the information book, in the column of Oda Yongsaku's marital status, the word "widowed" is exactly written.

Holding the teacup cheerfully, the old man said: "My wife and I live here. I am old and my legs and feet are bad. It is all up to her to take care of this house."

The wind in the yard seems to have cooled down a lot, the plum blossoms fell a little hastily, and after a while, the ground was covered with residual red, the wind was getting stronger, and among the flowers, a young woman in a long skirt walked slowly. Smiling at the old man, the old man also stared at each other with tenderness in his eyes.

Even if the wine is swallowed and travels north and south, this time there will be an exclamation: Damn it.

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"Hey, Ibaraki, help me open the door."

Natsume walked into his room with the plate in his hand.

"I told Aunt Tazi to go back to the room to eat, so I brought an extra copy."

Putting the dinner plate on the table, Natsume saw that the other party was playing with his radio.

Ibaraki was supposed to open this thing, but he couldn't start it for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his ghost hand from hell, ready to knock it.

"Wait, that one needs to install the battery." Before the electrical appliance was photographed into pieces, Natsume stopped immediately, and hurriedly took out the battery from the drawer and installed it on the radio.

Seeing the sound of the radio, Ibaraki fiddled with it twice, looked at Natsume again, and said, "Where's that fat cat?"

"Maybe I went out for a drink, and I usually come back before the sun sets." Looking at the sunset outside, Natsume guessed.

"Hmph." Ibaraki let out a sound from his throat, as if he was very regretful.

"If one day, my mother kills me, I think she will disguise herself as a suicide..."

"She saw that under the street lamp, the criminal stabbed the passerby. Then, the knife-wielding man turned around, raised his hand and pointed at her a few times...was he warning himself not to call the police? No, he seemed to be counting the number of people he lived in." On several floors..."

"Gayako and Sadako pinched together..."

"Toshio snatched Hanako's ghost doll..."

After a shrill scream, Natsume finally couldn't help it anymore: "...Well, Ibaraki Doji, I turned off the radio, it's getting dark, it's not suitable to listen to these stories."

The latter stood leaning against the window, looking at the grass outside, wondering what he was thinking.

When the other party acquiesced, Natsume decisively pressed the creepy "Ghost Mother Telling Stories" channel. Suddenly, he heard the other party whisper: "Why hasn't my best friend come back yet?"

"Huh? Didn't Shuten-douji go to the teacher's house? I remember that the teacher's house lives in a relatively remote place, and it may take time to go back and forth." Natsume gave a hache, and suddenly felt very tired.

Thinking that it might be the sequelae of not having a good rest these days, Natsume made the bed silently, planning to take a good night's sleep while someone kept vigil for him.

"Ibaraki, aren't you sleeping?"

The other party shook his head, the transformed face reflected the silver moonlight, and the eyes were faintly golden.

"Ah cut...then I'll rest first, good night." Turning off the light, Natsume nestled under the quilt safely, and after a while, a deep sleepiness hit him, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Ibaraki Doji stood in the room, silently staring at the outside world.

As night fell, residents belonging to another world stepped out of the place where they hid themselves during the day and set foot in the world where human beings live.

Shuten-douji raised his hand and fanned away those petals that were obtrusive to the eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he removed the disguise from his whole body, holding the ghost gourd in his hand, and would give the other party a slap if there was any abnormality.

The old man had already held the woman's hand, and seeing Shuten-douji showing off his ghostly appearance, he was still unhurried: "Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person. It seems that the old man has been with her for a long time, and he has the ability to perceive creatures like you. gone."

The paper sliding door slowly opened, revealing a scene of Taoyuan Township. Oda stood in front of the colorful world of falling flowers and extended an invitation to Shuten.

"This is the world in the painting, do you want to take a look?"

Hearing the old man's words, Jiu Tun frowned, and said coldly, "You know what that is."

The old man nodded, the gentleness and elegance of a scholar in his youth were engraved on that withered face, even though his body was deteriorating, he still maintained his best condition in front of his "wife".

"I remember, I had a quarrel with her that day." Suddenly, the old man said something completely out of line with the current form, "Tokyo is a modern city, there are many opportunities there, but it may not be suitable for academic research."

"We had a hard time during that time. I put all my energy into mathematics, and she chose to go out to work in order to subsidize her family... That day, she said to me again, 'Let's go back to Yayuan'. I encountered a bottleneck in one method and was in a bad mood, so I quarreled with her, and then she went out without us saying a word."

Hearing the old man's words, the young woman slowly clenched the other's hand. Her face was shrouded in a faint light, indistinct, like an illusioned appearance.

"Every time she goes out, I have to say 'be careful on the road', but I didn't say it that day..." Covering his face with his thin hands, the old man confided the guilt that had been hidden in his heart for decades, "She had a car accident ... After that, I won the prize and went back to Yahara alone."

After finishing everything, Oda finally breathed out slowly, and the light in his cloudy eyes slowly ignited, as if he had let go of a serious matter on his mind.

"I know Natsume's grandma. She is a very powerful little girl. People say that she can see strange things. When she was a child, she came to my house and pointed to the mural in my house. I always thought she was lying, but after decades, I have to believe that she is really a magical child."

Holding the hand of the "person in the painting", Oda said: "In the years to come, only this monster in the painting will take care of me, Shuten Doji, after I leave, please take care of my painting for me, she If such a delicate scroll of ancient relics is left in this old house and becomes ashes and dilapidated, or eaten by insects and ants, the old man will not be able to rest in peace."

The King of Ghosts looked at the woman. Because of the old man's departure, her long skirt and hair in modern attire gradually changed into a retro style. The white scrolls were drawn on the long sleeves, and the black hair was scattered behind her like a waterfall, flowing like a wind. fly.

"Okay, I will take care of her." Shuten-douji replied simply.

She must be taken care of, because this is the flower and bird roll of ssr.