As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Stepping on the boundary line between light and dark, as if bathed in the sunset glow but without touching the light at all, the sunset is getting closer.

"You didn't reply." For some reason, she was always full of confidence, and the puzzlement in her eyes was sincere, "Why?"

The kite-colored clothes were embroidered with gold foil, and today they seemed to have specially changed into a sleeve to meet him, but the beautiful clothes only made the sunset more delicate and... small and exquisite.

So looking at her like this, Ling had no choice but to remain expressionless: "If I really reply to the letter, you won't be the only one who is unlucky."

She twirled her fingers casually: "Age is just a number."

Zero's serious response: "A prison is just a room."

Ri Mu sneered, just about to say something, but she looked at Zero and slowly shook her head.

This experience already meant that her patience seemed to be at an end, but at this moment she found that her patience seemed to be recharged by someone.

"……never mind."

Zero squatted down and looked at her at the same level, trying his best to make himself see the little girl in front of him as sensible.

Strangely enough, he found it easy to do this.

"I have a favorite person."

He said in his heart that these words would always make this young girl who is very face-saving at this age retreat in spite of difficulties.

Zero thought uncertainly that he had been chasing someone... some ghost was running, and it was still the first thing to do.

He suddenly realized that it seemed to be the first time he had said this word, and he couldn't use it with a higher, more definite meaning.

That word was uttered only once in a form of coercion by Musai Onimai Tsuji, and he knew it then.

He has no lover yet.

However, after hearing this, Hi Mu looked over with a happy face: "Of course I know."

...Isn't it, your hobby is a bit special?

Walking out of the not-so-wonderful memories without a word, Ling looked at her honestly in wonder.

It doesn't seem like nonsense spoken after getting frustrated, does it?

After thinking for a while, he took out the few letters with no text from his arms, the flowers and branches were a little withered but he folded them neatly.Zero One glanced at Higurashi's expression as if he was condemning him for not saying what he meant, but raised his eyebrows and explained: "If you don't reply, you don't agree. Since you will send this, you should understand, right?"

She snorted lightly, as if she was a little unexpectedly upset: "But you still keep it so tidy."

Higurashi, who was standing there quietly with her wide sleeves folded invisibly, seemed to have a certain sense of division just because of this sentence, and she herself seemed to realize it at this moment, but she didn't let it go on heart.

It's as if she doesn't need a reason for what she does, no matter what she doesn't need, and under the gaze of her calm eyes, no one is allowed to question it.

"Where can I put it if I don't put it away? If someone digs it out, I can't explain it clearly."

Zero touched her chest and felt for a moment that she seemed to be questioning herself with another identity.

Before this feeling allowed him to understand more clearly what happened in front of him, the prostitute Taro came over and interrupted their confrontation.

Confrontation...is it supposed to be called confrontation?

The bandage wrapped around his forearm was stained with more blood. This blood was obviously not his own. It was obvious that the skinny boy did not do things as he seemed to do. He heard many people complaining every day. .

"...Don't need to be so heavy-handed, right?" Apparently, the attitude of the prostitute Taro is in Zero's heart before his own affairs, even if Higurashi in front of him narrowed his plum red eyes dissatisfiedly, he has no time to take care of these .

After hearing this, the prostitute Taro took off the bandage on his hand, and confronted him as usual: "What do you do so much, if I don't let them have a longer memory, they will only think that I am easy to handle in the future."

He was talking about the guests who owed debts, or the old wandering girls who walked out of this house. The former is easy to say, but the latter really can't imagine how they can handle the young man in front of them.

The prostitute Taro didn't take it to heart after speaking, but looked at them suspiciously and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Subconsciously, Zero subconsciously put the poem notes still in his hand into his arms, and then when he looked up, he unexpectedly saw the scrutinizing eyes that Himu had just put away.

She acted as if she had just met the prostitute Taro, showing a positive attitude towards him, so the slightly dangerous dissatisfaction gradually dissipated.

Hi Mu turned his head gently and said: "It seems that you don't have the time now."

As if in response to her words, the Matsui house with lanterns hung up began to welcome the guests one after another, and the shamisen that could be played in the same way echoed lingeringly in the corridor.

As if acquiescing to something happening, she turned around and walked to her room, leaving only the bewildered prostitute Taro... and the not so bewildered Rei.

The prostitute Taro poked his waist with his elbow: "What's the matter with you?"

Zero looked at the back and walked into the room before turning his head.

He patted the young man's shoulder with deep sorrow and earnestness: "In the future, when looking for a partner, you must have a vicious and long-term vision."

Hearing his inexplicable words, Taro the prostitute inevitably blushed when he didn't expect this content.

The boy hurriedly pushed him away: "What do you mean?!"

"Take it as my nonsense care." Ling Qiangyan smiled and stuffed the clothes he had been holding in his arms into his hands, "Go and try new clothes with Xiaomei."

The prostitute Taro took it, and he was unable to notice anything in the end due to lack of information, so he could only reply suspiciously: "Ah, okay...?"

Seeing the young man step by step and run back into the house with his clothes in his arms, Ling paused before walking into another room and then closed the door tightly.

The wooden floorboards creaked under his feet, and something jumped too fast.

Recalling the past, he quietly let out a breath.

"My day."

After Zero discovered that Higurashi was Ghost Mai Tsuji, this nature was already on the verge of being audited, and the spread of Dapeng's wings became more difficult to control.

After he figured it out, the first thing he did was burn the letter that Tong Mo pretended to send to him.

Those lines seem to be written as if they were true. One day, the ancestor of the ghost lost his temper again. Why did they gather together for an unprecedented number of meetings...

He swears that if he repeats another nonsense, then, just...

Oh, I can't seem to do anything to him.

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Ling sat at the table with his chin propped up and looked at the lump of ashes in the stove. After venting, he emptied his mind and couldn't think of what to do for a while.

After the suspicion value reached the full point, he turned on the transparency and took a look regardless. The number of brains and hearts contained in that thin and small body also caused him to have a sudden cardiac arrest.

If you put the fact that Higurashi is Kimai Tsuji Mumi together with the things that are not quite right, it will be very right.

So the problem went round and round and returned to the problem that I covered up when I doubted it the first time.

What the hell is Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi planning now? ? ?

It is also untenable to say that a reason is given because they want to use the huge daily flow of people in Yoshiwara to obtain information about the blue Bana.

It is true that Zero himself has not given up on this matter intermittently, and he has indeed received a lot of plausible news. Although he went to confirm it, he only returned with disappointment.

However, at the age he is imitating now, except for the people up and down in this room, he can't get in touch with any other guests.

The ashes of the letters in the furnace were scattered in the furnace and mixed with the dark red thing, and the choking smoke also curled up and diffused from the window casement.

Under the soft light of the corner lamp, Yoshihara's usual life continued.

Unaware that Zero had already discovered his identity, Onimai Tsuji's disguise continued.

Putting the gift for the oiran in his hand, he sent Xiaomei to Yeliu oiran to learn the shamisen, and took a deep breath before stepping into the gorgeous room that was always lit with incense.

Putting the gift in his hand in the corner, he turned his head and met Wu Mi who was looking at him behind the screen.

Zero tried his best to look normal, smiled at him, then turned to the oiran Yeliu and said, "This time, the gift is placed over there for you."

Yeliu Huakui nodded to him: "Thank you."

"Where." He shook his head and patted Xiaomei on the shoulder, "My Xiaomei...and, also, Rimu will also take care of you."

Huakui Yeliu was just smiling with her lips pursed, but after hearing this sentence, she showed a little surprised look in her eyes.

She glanced at Ri Mu who was sitting beside her, but didn't speak.

Oops, after finishing the ball, I seem to have revealed my secrets as soon as I opened my mouth? !

It's just that the ghost involved didn't realize that something was wrong, perhaps in his opinion, there should have been a close relationship between them.

Wu Can carelessly plucked the string of the shamisen, and the smooth tone slowly flowed out from under the cardamom-dyed fingers.

Really, it's not that he's wearing some weird filter.

The music played by the ancestor of ghosts is really nice.

The bald little girls came to the room one after another, and some of them were in charge of the oiran's daily life. Seeing him in the room and knowing the relationship between him and Xiaomei, they also cast curious eyes over here.

When there were too many people, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi seemed to lose his patience, Qu Le stopped suddenly, and Ling also came back to his senses, hurriedly said goodbye to the oiran Ye Liu, and then walked out.

Even though that gaze was on his back, he still closed the door.

Leaning against the wall, he slid along the base of the wall and sat on the floor as if he had loosened his strength.

Touching the few letters on his chest that hadn't moved, Zero took them out after all.

He didn't dare to make that guess, although all the facts pointed to that vague idea.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi will never know whether he knows how to love himself or not.

But at any rate this moment.

He seems to have heard the most melodious strings in the world.