Ghost of Tsushima

The last time the house suddenly shook was because Nakahara Zhongya tried to use a crowbar to pry open the room representing Xiuzhi's brain.

As Xiu Zhi said, the house has long been a part of him over 100 years ago. It contains his heart, his brain, his fingers and ears, the corridors are his meridians, and the walls and floors are his flesh and blood.

What kind of feeling is this?Nakahara also asked himself, what is it like to walk in Xiuzhi's body, brush his fingers over the dusty furniture, touch the door that cannot be opened, and then greet the young face of the owner of this body?

Surrounded by rotting organs, the blood dried up and formed black hard lumps. Even though there were only white bones left in the fingers, they still wanted to poke open the rotten flesh with their sharp finger bones, and dug out the black rotten flesh. The body groped deeper.

I search for my memory in a rotting body.

The young face looked up and smiled brightly at him.

I'm going to tear my heart out, dig out my brain, I'm going to be young again and die again.

I am a broken human being who has lost his legs and feet. I cannot be freed from my obsessions, and I am unwilling to let go of my obsessions, nor can I be redeemed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed heavily. He sat on the bed in the small dark room on the second floor and buried his head deeply in his arms.

An hour ago, Zhong Yuanzhong also threw the vase at Xiuzhi's feet. When the other party was stunned, the whole house stopped shaking.

It took him a lot of effort to get up from the floor, the restaurant was in a mess, all the things he brought in fell on the floor, the tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and even the chandelier above his head was crumbling.

The instigator fell down at the door of the restaurant, and a ray of light fell from his feet, which made the original light outline of his body almost transparent, but with his head down, Zhong Yuan could not see his expression.

"My flowers are blooming," he said, "will you let me stay with my flowers for a while?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment: "Don't let the house shake again suddenly."

"it is good."

Zhong Yuanzhong was really not in the mood to clean up the mess on the floor, he stood up while leaning on the table, bypassed Xiu Zhi and went upstairs.

At first, when trying to pry open the door that symbolizes the brain, Xiuzhi's resistance to pain and his crazy performance after getting clues made him feel disgusted.

This is a tattered body. Could it be that only by digging out another piece of flesh can we get a small fragment of memory to fill the spiritual emptiness?

What kind of method is this?Addicted to pain?Cut stock to feed oneself?

I obviously don't want to do this, but now I'm already an accomplice.He covered his face with his hands, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Obviously he is just a helper who was forced to stay, as long as he tries his best to find clues to help Xiu Zhi restore his memory, but he always feels that he is doing something wrong when he sees the other party screaming in the violent shaking almost like an earthquake ——It wasn't because he couldn't bear it, nor was it because of heartache, but he felt that it shouldn't be like this.

It was supposed to be like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. First look for the corners, and slowly search from the periphery to the middle. When you find two connected puzzle pieces, you will be overjoyed.

But Xiuzhi is different. The memory fragments he helped Xiuzhi find were all painful to him, they were so broken that they couldn’t be connected together. Perhaps there were no fresh and sweet memories in the rotting body, or maybe those sweet memory fruits came along with him. The body also rotted away early in the morning.

Do you want to keep looking?

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head. In the dimly lit room, there was a layer of dead flesh and black blood stains sticky on the walls and floor.

"But there's no better way now," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "If it's a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle, you'll probably be satisfied even if it's an ugly picture."

"What a wayward guy, he still wants to drag me to be sad together."

Now that he decided to continue the search, Zhong Yuanzhong started from the room he was in.The door of this room can always be opened. When I came to collect clues for the first time, I only found a photo of Shuji's friend Oda Sakunosuke under the glass panel of the desk.

That photo is still pressed under the glass plate, Nakahara just glanced away before looking away.

He opened the closet and checked the clothes inside one by one. If there were pockets, he took out the pockets, and if there were no pockets, he shook them vigorously to see if there was anything caught. Fortunately, he really found something in the pocket of a coat. Crumpled and crumpled letter paper.

He carefully held the letter in his hand and flattened it, for fear of accidentally tearing the paper.After completely flattening the letter paper, the letter paper finally showed its original appearance, and the handwriting on the paper was very delicate.

"Uncle Oda, respectfully:

The children miss you very much and want to know when you will come back. The money you left is almost used up. The children go to the neighbor’s house to help wash the dishes and feed the chickens. They will give me the money they earned, saying that they will wait for you to come back. I want to show it to you, so that you can also look at them with admiration.

Although I said this, you should also know that the family does not have much money. I went to work in a newspaper office again, delivering newspapers to people in the morning, and I even took on the job of delivering milk. It is still too difficult for the seven or eight children included.The children have lost weight, and I am very distressed, but I can't feel sad seeing their smiling faces.

You quit your job to accompany Uncle Tsushima. I understand that you are worried about him. It is not a good feeling to lose someone you love, but there are still people you love and who love you here waiting for you to come back.

You love tidiness, Xiaojie and Dashan clean up the house every day, Saeko and I went to the store yesterday to buy the ink and pen that you have been looking forward to for a long time, and Xiaoxin bought them with the pocket money he earned This novel wants to give you.What I said is not that I want you to come back to make money to support us, but even if we starve to death, we still want to live with you. You adopted us, but you are far more than just our relatives.

I hope to say hello to Uncle Tsushima, and I will return it soon.

Safe and smooth.

Miori Ito"

Zhong Yuanzhong also folded the letter paper from the middle and put it flat in his pocket.

This Oda Sakunosuke seems to be a very nice person, and has adopted many children on weekdays.He thought, one side is a friend, and the other side is a child who is closer than a relative, and he can't let go of either side easily. Even if he exploits himself, he must try to take care of both sides, and sacrifice himself first when he is entangled with his friends and children.

He turned around and thought about the room where he slept, and when he looked up, he found Xiu Zhi standing quietly by the door.The ghost stood calmly by the door, just lowered a pair of iris eyes and looked at him quietly.

"You are cleared of suspicion." Zhong Yuanzhong also took the letter out of his pocket and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Your good friend Oda Sakunosuke is a very clean person. He came to this house to accompany you shortly after your lover passed away. If the stain in the living room is really blood, you throw away the newspaper that wiped the blood. It’s impossible for him to ignore it on the shelf, of course those torn newspapers are still on the shelf, maybe you accidentally broke some liquid like red wine after he left here.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also made a long analysis with a blank face. After listening, Xiuzhi just responded lightly, perfunctorily as if these were insignificant things, and finally just asked: "Will you continue to stay here to help?" Do I get my memory back?"

"I think I've expressed my attitude without saying I'm leaving," Nakahara said, "I just thought about it, the things you want to recall may not be some pleasant experiences, even so you are obsessed with finding them come back?"

"I want to get out of here," Xiu Zhi replied, "I have a hunch that if I can't recall those memories, I won't be able to find a place for myself."

"Although I left here, I don't know where I'm going. It's a bad thing, isn't it?"

"Maybe when you think about it, this house was collapsed by you," Zhongyuan Zhong also showed a wry smile, and said casually, as if sighing and complaining, "What did you go through before you were alive?" ah."

Xiu Zhi smiled and shrugged helplessly.

"But you said that even a bitter orange is sweet."