non-human secret history

I didn't understand what Tong Mo meant by that word, and he didn't seem to have any intention of explaining it to me.

In this state where the position and the motive of the other party are unclear, I really don't think it is a wise choice to accept this inexplicable invitation, but the place where I am right now may not be controlled by my subjective consciousness at all. In short, when I came back to my senses again, I was standing side by side with Tong Mo on the bustling streets of Ginza.

Compared with the low-rise houses in the countryside, there are many magnificent high-rise buildings in the center of Tokyo, and the design of the Imperial Theater located on the Hanzo River is even more ingenious - at least the current ghosts will not have this style of architecture.

The man beside him put on a burgundy Western-style dress, and a half-folded jazz hat that is quite popular nowadays, which just covered the slightly scary shape on the top of his head—if Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Tong Mo in this appearance is quite attractive, with the clothes as a foil, coupled with an undisguised frivolous smile, he looks very much like an upper class who often walks around the streets of Tokyo Society's dandy.

And wearing a kimono embroidered with a thin black handle and a birch-colored haori, I seem to be somewhat out of date.

——After all, there are more people who come here to watch the theater on purpose, and they always like more Western things.

I don't know if this eclectic combination of Japanese and Western is a bit eye-catching, or Tong Mo's appearance is enough to attract the attention of others. In short, along the way, our strange combination has also gained a lot of side-eyes from passers-by.

It's just that when we reached the entrance of the theater, Tong Mo didn't go in directly with me, but led me into a dark alley next to it.

"Master Tong Mo!"

We were greeted with a voice of surprise.

I quickly saw that slender figure clearly—even in the dark, the beauty on her body was still undeniable.

It was the one I had seen at the door of Tong Mill's room before.

"Does Naiyangzi still have time to come out to meet me at this time?" Tong Mo looked at the girl trotting in this direction with one hand in his pocket.

"It's still a while before the show officially starts, because I'm afraid everyone will be nervous, and the supervisor will always give everyone a little time to relax at this time—" Despite the heavy makeup, the girl's face was bright His emotions were still very clear, shy, excited, and with a trace of inexplicable nervousness: "It's great that Master Tong Mo can come to see my debut!"

It suddenly occurred to me that when she saw this person last time, she still called Tong Mo "Master Jiaozu", but at this moment she has changed to his name.

There was probably something going on in the middle.At least this pretty girl was more excited than before when she was watching Tongmu.

She even deliberately ignored my existence.

"After the performance is over, can Master Tong Mo come to my music room?" She asked timidly, tentatively.

"Of course." Tong Mo responded happily: "I also prepared a gift for Naoko."

"It's what Naoko wants most."

The girl's eyes became brighter instantly, and she raised the corners of her lips, smiling brilliantly.

"I look forward to it."

she says.

"What are you planning?" I asked the man who was still smiling after the child hurried back to the backstage of the theater with the hem of his skirt in his hands.

"I don't think about my followers." But Tong Mo said that, he raised his hand to the brim of his hat, and in the dim light of the alley, he revealed the blood-splattered mark on his head.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but the color of the trace is particularly bright at the moment.

"Since I said that I will give her what she wants most, I will definitely do it."

There always seems to be an inexplicable chill in Tong Mo's words - I'm not sure what he wants to do to that child, but in short, I think things may not be as good as that girl expected.

But rather than worrying about others, what I am more concerned about at the moment is——

"Then why did you bring me here?"

Hearing this question, Tong Mo suddenly turned around.So the distance between me and him was instantly pulled to a level that was ambiguous enough to feel the body temperature of the other party - the body of a ghost soaked in the night is always extraordinarily cold.

I subconsciously took half a step back, but unexpectedly bumped into the wall behind me.Tong grinds the corners of his lips, showing his pair of sharp fangs.He stretched out his arms and propped them against the wall behind me.

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to share this time with you?"

The young face was so close that I could see the nothingness hidden deep in his pupils.

Everything he said was not from his heart, because this guy might not have had such a thing as "heart" at all.

"will not."

I answered very bluntly.

I moved to the side, and I managed to get through the small space circled by him.And Tong Mo didn't have any more reaction to this, just stood up straight as if nothing had happened, and walked out of the alley.

When I entered the theater, there were already people sitting in the seats next to me.

It was a well-dressed young woman with a five or six-year-old girl in a foreign dress beside her.

"Mom, why didn't Dad come with us?" When passing in front of them, the little girl was raising her head, asking the woman beside her coquettishly.

"Because Dad is going to work outside." The woman raised her hand and patted the little girl's head: "After the show is over, Dad will come to pick us up."

"Really!" The little girl's eyes lit up immediately: "That's great!"

Such an ordinary conversation between strangers should not have attracted my attention, but to my surprise, Tong Mo beside me took the initiative to say hello to the well-dressed young woman.

"I really didn't expect to be able to meet the most famous Huadan of the former theater troupe here, and to see the beauty of Miss Jiacheng Li. Today's luck is not bad."

Surprise flashed across the woman's face for a moment, but then she put on an ordinary and polite smile: "That's all old stuff."

"It seems a bit presumptuous of me to greet you suddenly." Tong Mo bent down decently, as if apologizing, but moved closer to the woman: "Unfortunately, I don't have the honor to appreciate you before you retire." I have never seen your performance, but Ms. Naoko will always mention you—after all, you are her favorite and most admired senior."

Hearing what Tong Mo said, the woman called "Jiacheng Li" suddenly became less defensive, and her polite smile also had a bit of sincerity: "So it's Naiyangzi's friend."

"Today is her first performance on stage." Tong Mo said, "Although it's just an assistant."

The woman seemed to be taken aback for a moment, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed a feeling of regret.

"That child really likes to act. I can see her standing on the stage, even if it's just an assistant, I'm happy for her." She patted the little girl who seemed to be restlessly clutching the corner of her clothes.

"It's really pitiful." Tong Mo said suddenly after finding a seat and sitting down.

"what?"

"Even if there is no talent, I desperately want to stand on the stage, wanting to 'make my beauty eternal'." Tong Mo turned his head slightly, looking at the woman who was a little surprised: "But the most talented people are in their prime. chose to retire."

"It's pathetic."

Tong Mo's words caused the beautiful woman to look a little astonished, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

This put me in a bit of a dilemma, because Tong Mo sat just across from the former actor by a vacant seat, and that vacant seat should have been my seat.

"Oh, it's true." As if remembering something, Tong Mo suddenly stood up, put his hand on my shoulder, and pushed me to the edge of the seat: "I just talked to someone for two In other words, you don’t have to eat like this.”

"--what?"

When I came back to my senses, I had already been pushed to the seat by him.

Although the seats in the theater are not crowded, even at such a distance, I can still feel the warmth of the woman next to me.

human temperature.

"The relationship is really good. You two." With a gentle smile, the woman said again: "So it's not incomprehensible, is it? I quit my previous job because I married someone I like."

"After all, I am no longer 'Jiachengli'."

The smile on the woman's face was dazzling.I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

I know why I can't look directly at this woman's face - because there is something hidden in her smile that I dare not covet and cannot touch, probably called "happiness".

Maybe the people she loves treat her well.

It's really enviable.

The lights in the guest seats were dimmed, and the comedy performed on the stage was also a scene of lovers getting married.

——It seems like he is mocking something.

"Unfortunately, it's all fake." At the transition, Tong Mohu whispered in my ear: "Human beings always like to find satisfaction in such fake things."

Only then did I realize that he was propping his chin with one hand, and the expression on his face looked somewhat bored.It was probably because the lights in the theater were really dim that he showed such an undisguised expression—there was no sadness, no joy, just endless emptiness.

This bored expression made me more convinced that Tong Mo decided not to come to this place because he wanted to watch a play.

"So why did you come to this show?" I asked back.

"She wants me to watch her performance." He replied: "More importantly, she hopes to know from me how to 'make your beauty eternal'."

"This is a wish she made to me as a believer, so as a person she believes in, of course I will fulfill her wish."

"I'll tell her, the answer she wants most."