Night Rabbit Inquisitor

The hot spring street at night is very lively.

Perhaps because this is a tourist attraction, the night market will last until very late, and the lights will still be brightly lit when the tourists outside have dispersed.Many stall owners and staff are busy preparing for the next day's winter festival.

In order to prevent anyone from visiting her outside the room again, Shen Yao tiptoed off the lights ahead of time, pretending to be asleep.

While looking at the night market not far away through the curtains, she quietly listened to the hustle and bustle of the banquet downstairs.

The banquet downstairs was also very lively. Everyone had a great time. Just by listening to the sound, one could tell that the atmosphere was much more harmonious than before.

Among them, Mr. Dazai and Tsurumaru had the most laughter. They complement each other, and the overlap of "ah ha ha ha" is very brainwashing.

It sounds very happy.

Shen Yao lay lazily by the window, thinking so.

Suddenly, very light footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

She quickly turned over and got into the bed, adjusted her posture and lay down obediently.

The footsteps were very slow, and stopped when they reached the door.

Surrounded by silence, Shen Yao held his breath and concentrated his attention. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a question finally came from outside the door: "Shen Yao...are you asleep?"

Sure enough, it was Zhongye.

After hearing Chuya's voice, she felt her face flushed again, even redder than when she just soaked in the hot spring.

"...I'm going to sleep."

After being silent for a while, she replied in a low voice.

"Is that so? Then you go to bed early."

"it is good."

Since then, the conversation ended, and there was another long silence.

"Then... I'll go back first."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, and when he was about to leave, the door was slowly pushed open.

A hand stretched out from it and tentatively grabbed the hem of his bathrobe.

The other hand of the little rabbit was holding the position of the door frame, showing half of his head, blinking his eyes, looking up at him.

When they looked at each other, Nakahara Chuya's cheeks quickly turned red.

They quickly looked away from each other and coughed a few times to cover up.

"That...just now..." Shenyao's voice was as thin as a gnat, his head lowered lower and lower, and he sincerely apologized, "I really... didn't do it on purpose."

"Ah, what are you talking about? Didn't you mean it on purpose?" Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his hand, and patted her on the head vigorously: "You didn't even come to the dinner party, you are really good You idiot... remember to eat before going to bed later!"

It was only then that Shenyao discovered that there was a stack of gorgeous bento boxes at the door.

"They asked me to bring it to you." After touching the rabbit's head enough, Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand: "Then, the things have been delivered, so I'll go back first..."

Although he said so, the hand that was holding the hem of his bathrobe didn't intend to let go.

The little girl lowered her head, her voice was pitiful: "But, the food is cold."

"I warmed it up in the microwave."

"..." Shenyao's movements paused, and Daimao followed suit, and then hinted frantically in a low voice: "Zhongye, there are still food stalls outside that are still open..."

Central Plains Zhonghui agreed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Would you like me to go down with you to have a look?"

Shenyao was overjoyed, and Ke Jin nodded.

At this time, there will definitely be only a group of drunks left at the banquet below.

If you want them to go shopping at the night market together, it must be hopeless.

Therefore, no matter who asked Chuya to deliver food to her, she had to thank him for creating a good opportunity for them to be alone.

—

The winter night is very cold, and the exhaled breath turns into white mist, which is blown away by the wind and disappears in the night.

When walking in the snow with boots on, the snow was overwhelmed and creaked, leaving two strings of footprints close together.

Although the temperature was very cold, at this moment, the warmth from the palm of her hand made her heart almost melt.

"Zhongye."

"what happened?"

"I'm so happy." The little girl looked at him foolishly and smiled, "I'm really happy to be able to hold hands with Zhongye like this."

The sense of happiness overflowing from the bottom of my heart filled up the once empty place.

"Can you be so happy just holding hands?" Nakahara Chuya chuckled.

"After all, it's holding the hand of the person you like." Shen Yao muttered softly: "Of course, if I had to choose, I definitely don't want to just hold hands with Zhong Ye."

After hearing such straightforward words, the steam on Nakahara Chuya's head almost became concrete.

Don't want to just hold hands?Well, what more do you want?

"Hey, don't think wildly." Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips slightly, and patted her head gently.

Shen Yao looked back at each other innocently: "Actually, I still want to be patted on the head and hugged. Is this too much?"

"……of course not."

"Otherwise, Chuya thought it was something?"

"……nothing."

With crooked eyes, she leaned over like a cat that had succeeded in a scheme, stretched out her finger and poked him lightly: "Well, what else is there?"

When she was forced to do nothing, Nakahara just happened to see that a small oden shop on the corner of the street was still open. He walked forward without hesitation, trying to gag her mouth with food.

"Boss, please have a copy of everything in the store."

"No problem." The man wearing a chef's hat raised his head, showing a face that Chuya found very familiar, and smiled slightly: "Please leave it to me, I will finish it handsomely."

... Isn't this Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada?But, he just attended the dinner party in the restaurant, didn't he?

Nakahara Nakaya looked shocked, and looked up at Mitsutada Kiri, who was skillfully making oden candlesticks, and then looked down at Kamyo who seemed completely unaware of this.

This... shouldn't be, isn't this the sword man forged by her?How could it be impossible to recognize it?

He reached out and patted the little girl's head: "Shen Yao, look, this shop owner—"

Hearing this, Shen Yao raised his head, looked at Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who was cooking ingredients seriously, his face became more serious, and suddenly said:

"The shopkeeper—"

"That's right, he should be your knife..."

"His knife skills are really good!" Shen Yao let out a wow, and clapped his hands: "It's amazing, it must have years of cooking skills as a foundation, right?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...?"

His focus is not this!

"Haha, is that so? It's all thanks to my former master Date Masamune, who also likes to cook, and I was able to teach him a little bit." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada arranged the plate of Kanto cooking, pushed it forward, Bow gracefully: "Please take your time, both of you."

Nakahara Chuya tentatively reminded: "Did he just say Date Masamune?"

"Yeah! That's right!" Shenyou nodded, "Because Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada once belonged to Mr. Date Masamune's sword."

Seeing Zhongye's puzzled look, she suddenly understood something, and explained seriously: "Zhongye, although this gentleman is also Mr. Candlestick Cutie, but he is him, and my Guangzhong is Guangzhong. the same."

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly realized: "It turns out that Fu Sangshen, who belongs to the God Judge, can be repeated?"

Because he had only seen the sword man of Kamyo Honmaru before, he didn't have much idea about it.

"That's the way it is said, but everyone is the only existence for their respective god judges."

At the end, she cut towards the candlestick in front of her, and continued to add: "However, I was really surprised. This is the first time I see a man with swords and swords who goes out to work part-time. Is this your lord's order?"

"No, the real reason is that our Honmaru has a relatively serious financial deficit recently, so we have developed a side business without telling the master." The candlestick cut Mitsutada smiled a little reluctantly: "I didn't expect to meet the master's colleagues in another world. My lord, it is really fate."

"Colleague?" Shenyao tilted his head and asked curiously: "By the way, which Honmaru does Mr. Candlestick Kiri belong to? Do I know your lord?"

"Hmm...it's Reiko-sama."

After mentioning his lord, Candlestick cut Guangzhong's tone contained a trace of obvious helplessness.

"..."

Well, it's no wonder that there is a fiscal deficit, it's really hard for them.

Sister Reiko, what are you doing all the time?Your knives have even started to set up stalls in different worlds on your own!

She thinks that she can ask Oda Saku-sensei to write a short story about this matter. With the candlestick cut as the background, she has already thought of the name, so she can simply call it "On the story of me setting up a food stall in another world to save the bankrupt Honmaru".

Europeans can't feel the pain of Africans. All Shenyao can do is to slightly support the turnover of her sword men's stall.

It has not been a day or two since Zhencandlestick cut Guangzhong stayed here. He knows everything around him like the back of his hand, and has exchanged a lot of information with them.

"When human beings hold festivals, the other world adjacent to this world is also holding festivals." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada explained: "Because Reiko-sama is familiar with onmyoji, so, compared with other swords, they are easier to use. aware of the existence of these things."

"However, please rest assured, both adults." He said with a smile: "Under normal circumstances, human beings cannot reach the other world at all, let alone participate in the celebrations of that world."

This world is divided into the world belonging to the living and the world belonging to the dead, which is common sense that every spiritual examiner should know.

And the world of the living is subdivided into this world and the next world.

The present world is the world visible to the naked eye and the dwelling place of human beings; the next world is the place where demons, ghosts, gods and ghosts exist.

Shenyao had actually seen this statement in the picture scroll that the mysterious girl in Wanwu sold her earlier, but... she never thought that one day, the rumored "beyond world" would become so close at hand.

"However, you must remember to be careful." Before they left, the candlestick Qieguang warned earnestly: "It is difficult for ordinary people to find the exit if they are lost in the other world."

According to the routine of common sense, the protagonist who has heard these words will definitely be excited to find a way to the other world to die and create a new dungeon.

However, Shenyao took an unusual path. She took Chuya's hand and said righteously: "Chuya, let's go back early today."

Go back to the hot spring hotel and get into the kotatsu to rest, lying in the dark like a salted fish.

God knows what unexpected situation will be encountered if we continue to parade in the middle of the night?

After finally taking an annual vacation, I can't let it go to waste like this.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, then nodded in agreement.

—

When they returned to the inn, they saw that the wine party over there was not over yet, so they asked them to go upstairs quietly without disturbing anyone.

Zhongyuan Zhong also tucked up the quilt for the little girl: "It's time to go to bed."

"Hmm..." Shenyao didn't want him to leave too early, so she poked her head out and acted tentatively: "Could Zhongye tell me a bedtime story?"

"...I'm not good at telling stories." Zhong also sighed, with a helpless expression: "However, I can tell you some old anecdotes about the port mafia."

"Yes!" Shen Yao's eyes lit up, and she put on a posture of listening attentively.

This kind of thing that really happened is a hundred times more interesting than ordinary bedtime stories!

So, that night, Shenyao listened to the development history of Hong Kong gangsters and the history of Mr. Mori's struggle and success with relish. I don't remember when I fell asleep.

Thanks to these stories, she had a dream related to the Mafia overnight, dreaming that she was the only man in charge of the gate, and no one could open it. She broke the light bat on the side of the road, waved it into the hostile organization, and beat the enemy to death. Flooded.

……

After waking up from the dream, there was no mafia around me, and no streetlights.

Shen Yao sat up slowly, feeling a little lost in her heart, yawned faintly, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes vigorously, and found that there was no light outside the window, thinking it was probably still late at night.

Then, shall we sleep again?

She was about to lie down in a daze, when she suddenly realized that something was wrong, she threw off the quilt to wrap herself up, her biu bounced, and she swallowed the exclamation.

On the tatami beside her lay a blood-stained, silver-haired young man with a cold temperament.

The young man was tall and handsome, with a big fluffy white tail spread out on the ground. Apart from the demon lines on his cheeks, there was also a crescent-shaped crescent moon symbol in the center of his forehead.

Shenyao blinked blankly.

Ah, who is this?