As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Even though he was half-hearted and prepared, his thinking was interrupted for a while by this overly straightforward development.

After a tinnitus, he returned to reality, stood firmly on the ground and kept away from the escalator. It seemed that this incident that almost caused a major accident was fortunately aborted.

The dull pain had already turned into bouts of bone-eating numbness, Ling looked down at the half blade and scabbard broken on the ground, unable to tell what he was more distressed about.

Now, if the knife forger knew that the knife he gave him was broken in the hands of the ancestor of ghosts without even chopping a ghost, he would definitely cry, right?

The accidents that happened here were naturally noticed by the people around. The ladies in kimonos kept a close distance to discuss quietly, but no one stepped forward, while the foreign couples who came running just cared about picking up their daughters. , the words that sounded anxious and chatty jumped out, looking extremely worried.

The right hand was still pinched gently by the other party, and Zero's complexion turned pale and he could only let Guiwu Tsuji Wumi pull him towards them.

It was nothing more than some decent words of thanks, and he overturned the original script while quietly waiting for their greetings to end.

He even thought fortunately that maybe he could still breathe because he chose a good place?

In the noisy crowd, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou couldn't do anything out of the ordinary, that would be too much trouble for his identity.

The smooth foreign language conversation was carried on between the three, and the couple from foreign countries seemed to be a little surprised by Onimai Tsuji's unrestrained conversation. Zero didn't know how they talked enthusiastically, as if they had a destination .

No, is it really reasonable to go to a coffee shop at night?

And can ghosts drink coffee?Is this a collision with something next door?

Just as he was turning this question around in his mind, he realized that Wu Mi suddenly let go of the hand that was restraining him, and turned his head to look at him normally as if nothing had happened.

The meaning in the calm eyes is really straightforward.

The little blond girl was bouncing around and beckoning him over, while her parents stood under the sign of the cafe and looked at them with a smile.

Do you go to a cafe for a meal or watch the family of three being treated as dishes?

Does he have a choice?

After a pause in his footsteps, he took a half step behind, but he had time to inject the painkiller injection hidden in his pocket into his body. He didn't know whether it was the quick effect or the effect of his heart. In short, Zero felt that his mood was indeed a little bit stabilized.

If Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't take this kind of threat, in fact, he didn't even need the injection.

Maybe Zero thought wrong, there are still many customers in the cafe at this time, after sitting down in the spacious booth, he watched Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou take off his white top hat and suit jacket smoothly Handed it to the waiter, then took the menu, and ordered the order from the waiter who just came back from the side as if the owner was busy.

The slightly curly black long hair was cut off at some point, and the ancestor of the ghost who said that he didn't like change was actually the one who was most adaptable to change.

Maybe the Ghost Killing Team couldn't find Ghost Dance Tsuji Mucan, it's not because their intelligence system is too backward.

Ghost Mai Tsuji Muyou really lives like a human being.

As if remembering that he was still on the sidelines and that he still had to do enough for others to see, he tilted his head calmly and asked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

It's just that the hand didn't intend to hand over the menu.

"..." Zero felt that what he said was neither silent nor silent.

Although the knuckles tapping slowly on the table did not make any sound, they were still quite eye-catching.

He sighed: "Just the same."

I don't know when Oni Wu Tsuji started to be good at surprising him. Such a short thing was actually the first sentence he said to him.

It may be that the couple from a foreign country took their abnormal atmosphere as the unique grace and restraint of this country, and they were also concentrating on studying the menu without noticing that something was wrong. The blonde loli always had objections to her parents' decisions.

It wasn't until three cups of coffee and two cups of milk were served that Ling realized what little Lolita was arguing about.

The second hand of the mechanical clock was ticking faithfully, and the hot milk in front of him also wafted at the right time, bringing the aroma to the tip of his nose.

So why is he treated like an underage girl...?

A simple meal is on the table, even he has no appetite.

The original script had gone astray, and Zero was a little dazed by the scene in front of him. It was difficult for him to react, and he could only show a friendly international smile to the blond loli sitting across from him.

Little did he know how similar this smile was to Onimai Tsuji who was chatting freely with the foreign couple next to him.

The same can be fake.

The business of this coffee shop may be really good. From time to time, customers come to the vacant seat next door, and the lady who is also dressed in a foreign dress never takes her eyes off the table like a meeting after she is seated.

It wasn't until her male companion had an opinion that she recovered a little bit.

Seeing this scene, Ling, who was like a year in seconds, mourned for the ugly man for three seconds, and really wanted to give the lady some advice.

If the eyesight is not good, you can actually get glasses earlier.

"Let's come here tonight."

Hearing such a sentence suddenly, Zero subconsciously looked at Onimai Tsuji's expression absent-mindedly, and the corners of the perfectly curved lips cooled down, as if there was coffee and food in front of him that he hadn't touched until it was cold.

The couple on the opposite side seemed to be a little puzzled, and the lady seemed to be able to understand a little bit. After a brief conversation, they looked at the sky and the daughter beside them, and nodded in agreement.

After Madam Mai Tsuji stood up, she came over and wanted to end this strange meeting with a kiss, but she took the suit jacket and turned around to see it, Wu Mi did not refuse.

The blond-haired Loli saw her mother's actions, and ran towards Zero childishly.

The cheeks of the little girl with the scent of milk were soft, but she felt a slight chill down her back.

He heard the blond loli say in an inarticulate manner: "さようなら......?"

"Ah," Zero froze for a moment, but did not correct her statement, "さようなら."

Second only to farewell, farewell, it is not appropriate to put it here.

Thinking of this, he raised his head with a subtle expression, raised his hand and waved at Wu Mi: "Goodbye?"

Staring at the three backs that disappeared into the shadows in the distance, Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou looked back and said indifferently: "I don't want this hand anymore?"

The half-raised fingers shrank stiffly, and the cold wind in the middle of the night also blew away the warmth brought by the hot drink.

Zero couldn't help but took a step back, and at the same time, he realized that he was spurning his behavior after he acted subconsciously.

Behind him is the open-air seat in the garden that the coffee shop has not put away, and the marble countertop hits the remaining half of the scabbard behind him, making a sound that cannot be ignored. A little panicked.

There is always a gap between imagination and reality. For example, he thought that he should be able to calm down when he faced the ancestor of the ghost again, but he couldn't control his emotions when he only met a very retro-looking obstetrician Yoya.

The words he had prepared were stuck there and were broken into incoherent sentences, Wu Mi watched condescendingly that his demeanor finally became a little more real, and slowly sneered.

Putting his hands on the matching white suit and top hat and turning his head back, Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan saw enough of his changing demeanor, turned around blankly and then stamped his feet: "Follow me."

Zero couldn't figure out where this order came from, but he then listened to Wu Mi and continued: "Or, are you hoping that you will see some not-so-pleasant news in tomorrow's morning newspaper?"

... He seems to have been careless, and started to use Yangmou recklessly to deal with his ancestor of ghosts. The change has been so great that he seems to be unable to bear it?

Hearing the sound of footsteps stop at a place that he could reach with his hand after a step away, Gui Wu Tsuji smiled, and he seemed to be kindly and gently stroking Zero's slightly curled hair after being cut short: "Look Ah, you still care so much about those who are related to you."

"Even if it's just a one-sided relationship."

"As for ordinary humans who have never met before," he exerted a little force, "you don't seem to be so enthusiastic."

Ling Xin said it was so easy to explain, if he was serious, would he still be able to get to where he is today?

Forced to look at those bright red pupils that seemed to have changed somewhere, he pulled the corner of his mouth slightly: "So this has become my weakness?"

"Is not it?"

Ling nodded, closed his eyes and stopped looking at Wu Mi: "Whatever you say is what you say."

The answer of connivance and abandonment was not what Guiwu Tsuji had expected, he spread his fingers and let go, but before the irritability suddenly occurred, he seemed to think of something and suppressed it.

Unable to lift his right hand, Zero had to cover his chest with his left hand.

Why do you have to do something wrong with his hair?

That hurts.

The Western-style building is accompanied by a gentle courtyard, and the fiery red maple leaves are burning beautifully. If there is even a little bit of light, it can be burned into one piece.

The maid in the mansion noticed their arrival from the window when they entered the courtyard, and the red-painted door slowly opened.

It was difficult for Zero to tell whether the respectful and competent person in front of him was a human or a ghost.

As if guessing what he was thinking, after the maid took the coat and retreated, Onimai Tsuji withdrew the smile on her lips: "The people who work in this mansion are all human beings."

The electric lights in the living room gave off a warm yellow halo, and it was zero feeling that there might be something wrong with the radiator.

"Why do you say this..." Ling retreated while talking, listening to the extremely soft but unavoidable sounds of the servants moving in the mansion, his heart was also half cold.

It is difficult for him to say whether he wants fewer people or more people.

This is a very subtle existence that can be a hindrance to each other, and after the effect of the small dose of painkilling injections is over, Ling realizes what is the use of thinking about this thing now.

"You seem to be familiar with these things."

The trams passing by, the escalators with children running up and down in novelty, and the telegraph poles stretching out to the distance around the cables.

"About the future," Wu Mi's eyes were dim, "How much do you really know?"

zero:"……?"

He swore that he was completely unprepared for this question. How can this be a thought that normal people can think of?

If this is true, should he be regarded as knowing the future or not knowing the future?

This is not an easy question to answer, the pause was too long, in order to avoid being seen by Wu Mi, Ling lowered his eyes as an evasive gesture: "I can't see the future."

He was telling the truth, and it couldn't be more true.

It's just that Wu Mi doesn't think so: "A lie."

Listening to those short and cold words, Zero really felt that he was extremely tired.

If you want to know the future so much, why don't you spend more time on blood ghost art? Anyway, it has already lifted the coffin of countless scientists, and this one is not bad, is it?

This obviously cannot be said, after thinking about all these things, Ling found that he couldn't even laugh.

"If that's the future I can see."

He stared into those plum red eyes, almost exhausting the strength he had left.

"There are no ghosts in the future I see."

In his future, there will be no ghosts.