non-human secret history

My conversation with Tong Mo didn't continue, because not long after, someone knocked on his door suddenly.

Judging from the breath, it was probably an ordinary human woman.

"Someone came to confide their troubles to me." Tong Mo touched his chin: "This is also part of my job, after all, I have been enshrined by them for so long—"

While speaking, he took off a funny-shaped hat from the side shelf and put it on his head—it just covered the pool of blood-stained patterns.

I don't know whether Tong Mo is really kind enough to help those so-called congregants solve their problems or have other plans, but no matter what, it doesn't have much to do with me.

"Then I, an outsider, will not bother you."

Saying this, I retreated towards the door, but Tong Mo didn't keep me.

When I went out, I saw the girl who came to talk to Tong Mo—it was quite a beautiful girl, from those flickering eyes, I didn't see any worries, but seemed to have a kind of uneasy feeling. The expectations described in words are average.

It's just that when she saw me coming out of Tong Mo's room, the girl's eyes flashed with astonishment, she bit her lips lightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Being stared at by her like this, I also suddenly felt a little uncomfortable—maybe I should say something to break the silence at this moment, but the stratus clouds in the east have already been dyed with a little bright color, and I think I might It's not suitable to be entangled with this girl here.

So I just nodded at her slightly.

"Master Jiaozu..." She suddenly seemed to have made up her mind, and said to me, but halfway through, her confidence suddenly became weak: "Is Lord Jiaozu... in it?"

"I've been waiting for you." The door of the room I just brought was suddenly opened with a gap, and Tong Mo's voice sounded very timely.

Then the expression on the girl's face came alive again, because of Tong Mo's calling, she instantly lost interest in my affairs.

And seeing this expression, I seem to understand what the emotion on her face means.

——Perhaps she didn't really regard this man with the "Father of the Bliss Cult" as an object of belief or a confidant, but as a longing man.

Only then did I notice that the girl was dressed in a serious manner, and it seemed that the delicate makeup and the fashionable hair style took a lot of time--it was not yet dawn, for For such an appointment, when is she going to get up and pack up?

When such thoughts appeared in my mind, my heart felt a little sour for no reason.The look of anticipation but shyness in those eyes couldn't be concealed——

It's just that she doesn't know what kind of existence the person she yearns for is, let alone what kind of fate awaits her.

The fading dawn left me no more time to sigh in place.Following the footsteps of the servants who came to guide the way, I arrived at the room Tong Mo had arranged for me—there was actually only a courtyard wall separated from Tong Mo's room.

Since I entered this altar, I haven't seen Yuyi again—because Yuyi's appearance at the moment is really scary, Tong Mo said that he was worried that he would frighten the pilgrims who came to pray.

It was almost daytime now, so it seemed a bit inconvenient to find him specially, and it was even more impossible for him to come to him on his own initiative in such a physical state.

Although I also want to find out what I want to know as soon as possible and leave here earlier, it seems that this kind of thing is not in a hurry, and the previous night was a bit too ups and downs, and now I finally calmed down a little bit, and I also feel that Arrived a little tired.

So I decided to take advantage of this convenience to raise my spirits for the time being—it is true that before I know what Tong Mo's plans are, I really can't help but be so heartless that I can sleep peacefully in this place, but I always have an inexplicable feeling A sense of confidence—maybe it’s because I know the whereabouts of the blue Bianhua they want most, or maybe it’s because I feel that the man named Tong Mo can’t really do anything to me, because he is...that man’s subordinate.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my lips in self-mocking.

This probably counts as wishful thinking and self-deception.

It's ridiculous.

Lying on the bed, I put one hand on my forehead, looking at the ceiling with intricate patterns, and I was a little lost in thought.Many pictures about the past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, and there were also some things about Hua Ji that remained deep in my memory——

Perhaps reunions after a long absence are always like this. The beautiful appearance in memory will always be completely torn apart, and then spliced ​​into unrecognizable shapes to appear in front of you.

Under the full moon, Hua Ji's flirtatious appearance...

and many more?

Full moon?

I suddenly opened my eyes wide, and the memory that burst into my mind completely froze my body for an instant, an inexplicable chill rose from my back, and invaded my whole body almost instantly.

I seem to finally understand where the lingering sense of disobedience that has been lingering around me comes from—I don’t know if my memory is wrong or something else is causing the trouble, but I clearly remember that at that time The first time I looked up in the dilapidated house was a crescent moon.

Almost bouncing off the bed, I rushed to the door, wanting to ask Tong Mo, who was half serving and half monitoring, the servant who pointed to me, what time is it now——

"July thirteenth."

The servant's answer was this.

I was startled, and then I realized that after the Meiji era, the prevailing calendar was replaced by the Western calendar, and the moon's waxing and waning cannot be predicted just by looking at the date.

And more importantly, when I was asking, I also suddenly remembered that when I was talking with Tong Mo the night before, there was clearly a waning moon hanging in the sky.

"Then there was a lunar eclipse last night?" I asked again, feeling apprehensive.

A look of bewilderment appeared on the servant's face.

My heart suddenly became sober.

If it is really a special phenomenon like a lunar eclipse, no matter how indifferent he is to the surrounding things, there is absolutely no reason for this ordinary person walking in the church to be ignorant.

But if there is no lunar eclipse, how can the moon go through a full circle in just one night?

Those pictures seemed to have indeed appeared in front of my eyes, and they were unbelievably real, but when I think about it carefully, the discord between the pictures is not limited to the moon?

I clearly remember that at the beginning, there was a young man from the ghost killing team named my wife Shan Yi beside me, but after Hua Ji appeared, the figure of that child disappeared without a sound. Are things possible in reality?

Maybe...the scenes I saw with a sense of dissonance were not reality at all, but dreams that were too real?

But if that's the case, where did this dream start?What year and month am I in reality, and what kind of scene am I facing?

I tried hard to think, but I still couldn't find the answer—until a warm yellow light shone in front of my eyes.

In the next instant, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

——I'm not sure if this is a continuation of the dream or I have woken up. In fact, my feeling at this moment is no different from the last moment, and everything is extremely real and clear.But the quilt spread under my body on the tatami seems to remind me that I just fell asleep.

I sat up and looked around at the surrounding environment—this is a spacious twelve-jo-style Japanese style, and the paper sliding doors embedded in the wood-grained walls are tightly closed, completely separating this small room from the outside world open.

The tip of the nose brushed the scent of rush rushes carried by the tatami mats. There were quite common picture scrolls with flowers and plants hanging on the wall, and the person sitting on the futon in the corner looked at me with one hand resting on his forehead with a half-smile The man with rainbow pupils.

"It seems that my place is really a place where people can feel at ease." Seeing my movement, the light in Tong Mo's eyes suddenly brightened a lot: "I didn't expect to see such a defenseless expression like yours. It's really rare harvest."

His reaction made me even more confused.

——I don't seem to have any memories before I fell asleep in my mind, and his attitude of speaking is really unpredictable. Only from this performance, I can't judge what happened before.

Or is this still a dream?

I can't help but think so.

But when such thoughts gradually occupied my mind, things began to proceed step by step.

"Speaking of..." Tong Mo stood up, leaned in front of me, and stopped at a rather ambiguous distance: "Miss Yuan seems to have not gone out for a long time, someone invited me to the theater tonight, I don't know if you would like to honor me and walk with me?"

"Watching a play?"

I wonder.

Tong Mo backed away a little, reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, and then used his slender fingers to push out two neatly cut pieces of paper: "It is said to be in the Imperial Theater in the center of Tokyo."

I had no idea that he would extend such an invitation to me.

Acting, this is a novelty that was poured into the land of Japan along with the Western armies in the early years, and it is a pastime that is quite popular among the so-called upper class people.

Is it just that Tong Mo, who is a ghost, is also interested in this kind of thing?Looking at his usual frivolous and playful expression, I don't think so. I think his invitation probably has ulterior motives.

"What do you want to do?" I asked bluntly.

"I just want to invite you to watch a 'play'." Tong Mo raised his brows slightly, and the smile on his face became a little sly: "Or it can be said to be..."

"DATE."