Ghost of Tsushima

Zhongyuan Zhong also opened the kitchen cabinet and put the food he brought back in. The food he brought back has a shelf life of six months. In addition, it is really cold in the haunted house. Refrigerators are no different.

"It's so slow, are you stealing behind my back?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head, Xiuzhi's head came out of the wall, plus half of his neck, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked like a puppy - a passionate person always has a pair of wet eyes, with a thin layer of film on the eyes The water vapor is like a transparent fog, revealing only innocence and innocence.

"Don't say such strange things," Zhong Yuanzhong also put the last piece of bread, turned his head and stared at him blankly, "and can you not just put your head through, is your head a decoration on the wall?"

Xiu Zhi let out a disdainful cold snort from his nasal cavity.

"Which decoration is as delicate as my head?" Xiu Zhi pouted and said, "Hurry up and come out of the kitchen."

What happened to the kitchen?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked around strangely. Although the curtains were tattered, they were drawn tightly anyway, and the temperature was slightly warmer in the hallway where there was no light.He was not near the window, nor was he at all in the dappled light.But why do you think that ghost seems to hate this place?

So Zhong Yuanzhong didn't shy away from it, and asked him directly: "Do you hate the kitchen?"

"It's not..." Xiu Zhi said hesitantly, he frowned slightly, shook his head irritably, and finally blocked his ears with his hands.

"There are voices here... In short, come out quickly, and I will take you to the living room and the second floor."

After finishing talking, Xiu Zhi retracted his head, Nakahara looked at the other party's skillful movements, shrugged helplessly, closed the door of the small food cabinet and went to the hall.

The ghost Xiuzhi was sitting on the stairs waiting for him, seeing him coming out, he stood up and floated in front of him, almost bumping into him face to face.

Zhong Yuan also took a step back subconsciously.

"Don't come over suddenly!" He stretched out his hand in disgust to push that big face away, his fingers passed through the opponent's head before realizing that there was a ghost in front of him, so he took his hand back with a long sigh.

"It scared me to death, I thought they were going to bump into each other."

"Huh? There is something wrong with you!" Xiu Zhi said loudly with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Why are you so strange, aren't you afraid that I'm a ghost and you will collide with me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at him, "You're the only one who has a problem, I just didn't realize it! You'd better not expect me to become a ghost, or you will definitely kill me." You can't even find your face!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Xiuzhi, he turned around straight and walked towards the living room, his footsteps were loudly stomping, and the ghost dog behind him immediately caught up like a plaster, telling him not to stomp his feet.

Xiu Zhi frowned and floated beside him all the way, his persuasive voice was rather pitiful, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also felt that the other party was like a child, so he didn't bother to get angry with him.

"Then stop talking nonsense and take me around quickly."

"Oh," Xiu Zhi agreed in a low voice, "Now our place is the living room."

It's the same as if he didn't say this, but Zhong Yuanzhong's slow tone also sounds very useful-there is actually nothing in the living room, he stopped and looked around, the leather sofa was covered with a thick layer of gray , There are two picture frames more than one meter high on the opposite wall, but the paintings on them have been taken away, and there are several picture frames on the small shelf beside the sofa, only one picture frame still has a photo, and the others are empty .

Nakahara Zhong also walked over to pick up the photo frame with the photo, and stretched out his hand to call for Xiu Zhi to come over.

"This should be you," he asked, pointing to the person on the right side of the photo, "Are those two people next to you your friends?"

"That person is me," Xiu Zhi agreed, tilting his head and thinking for a long time, and finally changed into a confused tone, "I have no memory of those two people."

"Don't remember anything?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"I don't remember anything," Xiu Zhi repeated his words, but in a precise tone, "I only remember that I am a person, and I vaguely feel that I have forgotten something very important. If I can remember, say Might be able to leave."

"That's right," Nakahara Chuya nodded in agreement, "It's written like that in the novels, as long as you recover your obsession with amnestics, you can be reincarnated and start a new life."

"Would you still be a human being? It's so boring, it's better to be a bird or a bug," Xiu Zhi pouted, "If I'm still a human being, I won't be reincarnated."

"If you were reincarnated as a bird, it would be too noisy." Zhong Yuanzhong also put the photo back on the shelf and went to check other items in the house, "But you have done a great deed by not being a human being in your next life, maybe I will have a very good life in my next life."

"A good fate is still a human being. To put it bluntly, only human beings will consider whether a good fate is good or not," Xiu Zhi said, "Because of my own reasons, I have caused various difficulties and then attributed the difficulties to bad fate, and complained to everyone. Just don't blame yourself."

"It's better to die than to live like this, so human beings... ouch!"

Originally talking non-stop, Xiuzhi covered his heart and bent down, grinning his teeth in pain and turned his head to look at Zhongya Zhongyuan. Zhongya Zhongyuan was frightened by his screams and quickly looked over, only to feel that Xiuzhi's bloodless face It seems to be a little whiter.

"you……"

"What are you doing! Put your feet down!" Xiuzhi yelled to interrupt Chuya Nakahara, covering his heart with a painful expression on his face, and even the speed of floating over slowed down.

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly withdrew his foot in the face of Xiuzhi's painful and angry eyes.

"I didn't do anything... just, I kicked the door if it couldn't be opened."

"I'm the Earth Binding Spirit," Xiu Zhi sighed heavily, and he didn't bother to argue until the pain had passed, "This house is also a part of me, I will hurt if you kick the door."

"then you……"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little ashamed of himself for inadvertently giving Xiuzhi a heart-warming foot. He was in a hurry, wondering if he had hurt him, and frowned because he couldn't touch the other party. Finally, he lowered his head and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry." Nakahara Chuya said.

"Just be careful not to be too violent in the future. There are a few doors on the second floor that seem to be locked and you can't get in. Don't kick them."

"Will it hurt if you kick the door on the second floor?" Nakahara asked cautiously, "Now that you don't have a body, can you also judge different types of pain?"

"For example, human beings know that pain comes from the hands, feet and heart because they have legs, feet and heart," Zhong Yuanzhong also asked Xiuzhi's searching gaze, "Now you are a ghost, and the house is a part of you, or It will transmit pain to you like the body, but how do you tell if it is 'hands and feet pain' or 'heart pain'?"

Xiu Zhi seemed to have never thought about this question before, he still covered his heart with his hands, and only frowned and pondered for a moment before giving the answer.

"Maybe this basement behind the door is my 'heart'," he said, "I can go through the walls of all the rooms in this house, but this basement is the only one I can't get in-maybe there are important things in it. I feel like if I can go into this basement, I might be able to get back my lost memories."

"Um……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his chin in thought for a moment, then suddenly walked to the sofa and stretched his arms, not knowing what he was reaching for.

"I think so," Zhongya Nakahara said to Xiuzhi with half of his body stuck in the crack of the sofa, "Since this room corresponds to your body, it must be able to find important organs like your body. It was speculated just now that it is the basement of the heart, in this case, we might as well find out if there are other 'vital organs' in this house."

Nakahara Chuya's hand finally touched the cold metal, holding it between his fingers, he took the thing out from behind the sofa.

Shuji's eyes froze.

"Considering that kicking the door would hurt you, I found a crowbar." Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled maliciously.

"Why don't we take this opportunity to see where your stomach is and where your legs are, how about?"