[Comprehensive Manga] Zero Consciousness

Kuze Reika's mansion occupies a very large area near the Kamo River in Kyoto. From the side of the mansion close to the river, you can see the various shops lined up along the river on the opposite side. At night, you can occasionally hear the The shamisen tune and elegant and simple libretto passed down.

"Wow, Kuze-chan, your family is so big." The families of the main players in the tennis club are basically rich, and this is the case in fact. Among several ball games, tennis is the one that requires the most money. Therefore, Ice Emperor, with many rich people, also has the largest tennis club in Tokyo. It is because the previous tennis department ministers were busy fighting for power and profit, and no one concentrated on practicing. Many members and high-level tennis courts are envied in middle school, but they have not been able to produce many decent results.

Until Uncle Atobe was born, he led the first-year freshmen to participate in many competitions, big and small, and finally restored the precarious reputation of the tennis club for Ice Emperor.

The group of people who followed this time basically lived in Western-style buildings. Apart from the hotel, it was the first time for them to come to such a house full of Japanese elements.

"Wow, what is this? Stove?" The boy Xiangri who walked into the hall saw the fireplace in the center of the hall, and couldn't help but yelled and ran over to have a look.

"That's the stove, don't be so embarrassing, okay, haven't you seen Doraemon?" Taki complained to his friend without hesitation, and then looked curiously at Kuze Reika, "This is really okay. Do you use it?"

"Yes." Linghua laughed, "But it's summer now, if you use the stove, it will be very hot even if you turn on the air conditioner."

"...Then forget it." Xiang Riyueren suddenly felt that his suggestion was a bit silly, so he stopped entangled in this topic.

"Where's Jiro?" Yushi Ninzu felt that he had just turned around, and Jiro Akutagawa disappeared.

"This young master is here." A woman in a plain kimono came over with a tea tray, pointing to Akutagawa Jirou who was lying on the corridor and sleeping soundly, and asked, "Do you need to send him to the room?"

"No, there's no need, let him lie down." Atobe pressed the veins popping out of his head, "Don't worry about him."

"Young masters, please come here, please have some tea." The woman brought up the ice-cold barley tea and then the matching refreshments. When he got up, he grabbed food with Xiang Riyue, regardless of sleep.

The old mansion makes a few young people a labyrinth and a playground, especially the many rooms and decorations that still retain the ancient style. Even though it is sweltering because there is no air conditioner, the excitement it brings to the young people is better than that of the old mansion. Sitting in the breezy living room and playing games will come a lot.

After a day of fun, a group of people went to the bathing place to take a bath. Although there was no hot spring in this mansion, there was a large bathing place enough for a dozen people to run in together without feeling crowded.

Linghua didn't take a bath with them. In fact, when he asked if he wanted to take a bath together, a group of young people who were still lively and bustling suddenly became red-faced and rushed with bare hands, but Atobu sternly refused.

Dinner was originally eaten in the living room, but because the teenagers are not used to the Japanese style of sitting, they were moved to the terrace by the river, where there are tables and chairs, so you don't have to sit and eat on your knees.

"It's really beautiful from here." Looking at the beautiful scenery, Yushi Ninzu couldn't help expressing his inner literary voice.

"Really, there seems to be a song floating over from the other side." Taki nodded and said, "Is it the shamisen?"

"Well, there are many tea houses and wine houses on the opposite side, and the guests there often invite geishas to accompany them." Ling Hua nodded and said.

"Geisha..." Several adolescents were curious about these special occupations.

"If you want to watch a geisha performance, I'll take you to a few places later. There are formal geisha dance music over there, even we can go in." Linghua smiled, "But I'm afraid that when the time comes You guys find it boring, after all, geisha dance music is very slow, elegant and simple, and many people on Twitter who went to watch the performance said that although it was very good, they couldn’t understand it at all.”

When the boys who were curious at first heard this, and thought about the sound of the shamisen that could still be faintly heard in their ears, they all felt a little bit shocked.

"Forget it, let's exchange twitter numbers. I just saw something interesting on the Internet." Topics among young people can always be stirred up quickly, especially things on the Internet, which can often be quickly discussed. Talk about a long time.

They chatted until almost nine o'clock, and when they thought about going back to their room to rest, they suddenly heard screams from the other side.

"Hey, what happened?" Akutagawa looked up strangely.

"I don't know." Atobe sighed a little. Since he encountered such a weird thing on the Tokiwa Twin Towers in Seymodo City last time, he now doesn't want to get close to these possible and suspected places where something happened.

Sure enough, not long after, they saw the lights of a police car approaching here with the lights shining not far away.

"Hey, Atobe, isn't your luck not very good recently?" Shindo Ryo, who was forgotten (crossed out) by the author for a while, looked at him helplessly, "It was the same when I went to Semodo City before, and now It's the same when you come to Kyoto, do you want to take a bath with grapefruit leaves later?"

"Don't talk nonsense, when will my uncle's luck really be?" Atobe couldn't help frowning.

"It's not necessarily Atobe's bad luck, is it?" Renzu couldn't help defending his friend, "Didn't you encounter nothing before?" He said, suddenly saw Kuze Linghua at the side, and quickly apologized Said, "No, I'm not talking about your problem, Kushi-kun."

"Well... Maybe it's really my bad luck." Linghua didn't look sad at all, but clapped his hands and said, "We are still children, so don't mess with the police over there." Work, gentlemen."

"Who is a child!" Xiang Riyueren retorted subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that it was a very correct thing not to get involved in the work of the police, so he was at a loss for words for a while.

Atobe glanced at him, "Wait until you grow taller than Huadi before saying this!"

One grade lower than them, Huadi, who is still in the sixth grade of elementary school, is no less tall than some high school students, and Xiang Hiyue, who is almost a head behind the other party, can't help but want to go crazy.

After returning to the room and playing with the computer and mobile phone for a while, the teenagers who lived a good life and rest chose to sleep.

After Linghua returned to the room, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the room. The figure was dressed in the attire of a priest, and said respectfully: "Master Linghua, the people of the Tuyumen family have already started to move. By tomorrow morning, You should be able to come to Kyoto with the people you want to arrest."

"Sure enough, it's His Majesty Taichun, the speed is very fast." Linghua nodded, with a smug smile on his face, if the youths of the Ice Emperor saw it, they would definitely not believe that this is actually the same as usual forever. Kuze Linghua with a gentle and smiling expression, "Then just wait until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow morning, go to the scene to recover the trouble that Abe Seimei caused." Linghua looked at the phone in his hand, and suddenly sighed, "Should I let Master Ghost Lantern squeeze him more?"

In summer, the dawn is always very early, and it is only 03:30, and there is already a faint light on the horizon.

Perhaps because he is not used to sleeping on tatami, Atobe woke up early in the morning, looked at his phone and was about to go back to sleep, when he suddenly saw a figure in a black daisy-patterned kimono outside the window, pushing the door and leaving go out.

"Kuze?" He got up strangely, and as soon as he reached the hall, he saw a maid approaching, "Master Atobe, good morning, do you have any orders?"

"No, that, did Kuze go out just now?" Atobe asked a little embarrassedly, he just got up and was still wearing pajamas.

"Yes, Mr. Linghua has something to do, and he has to go out for a while, and he will be back soon." The maid replied respectfully.

"Really?" Atobe turned his head away, and walked back to the room thoughtfully.Although I made an agreement with him before that he would definitely tell himself those secrets when he graduated from the third year of middle school, but yesterday, a murder incident of unknown truth happened next door, and now seeing Kuze Linghua running out without a word, really It was hard for him to hold back that exuberant curiosity.

After absent-mindedly washing up, he sat on the tatami mat and thought carefully for a few minutes before quickly taking out his mobile phone.

"I'm going to exercise in the morning. If they wake up, tell them." Atobe, wearing a tracksuit, said solemnly to the maid who was cleaning the courtyard.

"Okay." The maid responded with a bow.

"Cough." Atobe coughed and ran out quickly.

After running around the corner and making sure that no one was following him, he quickly opened the Google Maps on his phone. A small software that can track people through his Twitter account was installed on his phone by one of his little uncles. Two mobile phones must have physical positioning to operate.Under normal circumstances, he would not do this. It was usually to protect his safety, and someone would track him down to determine his location.

The exchange of twitter accounts yesterday was that he and all the mobile phones present have been located, and now he can track the signal of Kuze Linghua's mobile phone.

It was probably the first time in his life that the boy who did such a thing sneakily followed the dots on his phone.