As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The Western-style bungalows seem to be the most luxurious arrangements imaginable in this era. The carved crystal chandeliers will not flicker on and off. Same on cloud.

There are many factories on the wilderness, but the clothes of the people who work in them are still the same as before.

As for the future world, high-level politicians are still playing hooligans, workers are still jumping between overtime and sudden death, and the happiness of the rich is still beyond the imagination of the general public.

The entanglements and conflicts between people, class struggle, etc... These things have been going on for thousands of years and there is no end. In another 1000 or 2000 years, as long as this planet does not directly change to another species to be the master, Want to change the existing things will continue to continue.

But Zero can swear by his left hand, which is still able to lift a knife, even though every time he wants to recall the past, it is as if there is only a blank space like amnesia, but common sense things cannot be lost.

In his future, ghosts do not exist.

Wu Mi didn't speak, and his gloomy eyes were nailed to Zero's body firmly, as if analyzing the credibility of his words.

Zero raised his neck and let him look at it casually. If it wasn't for the conditions, he would have shrugged his shoulders to show his brokenness.

After the death of ghosts, there is nothing left to prove their existence. In the case of paying attention to evidence, they can only be passed down in legends and ancient books in the past, and become unverifiable as time goes by.

But if it is placed in modern times, sorry, can't a camera be able to expose its existence in minutes?

Therefore, he never doubted this cognition, but he did not think deeply about this result.

Anyway, isn't there a ghost who should be more anxious than him?

Although, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi didn't seem to think in the direction that Zero thought.

This time he got a good taste of the ghost's ancestor's volatile temper, and Ling watched Wu Mi loosen his straight shirt by pulling his bow tie. in the space between the arms.

The expensive leather sofa collapsed so much, he reached out to touch it, and thought that the quality of the sofa was too soft and it was not a problem.

Zero tilted his head: "Are you happy with this answer?"

"There are no ghosts, because I don't need to create those incompetent guys anymore." Wu Mi said it as a matter of course, and he stretched out the look that looked scary a second ago, and now he is a little bit pleasure.

"...?"

The useless tacit understanding still existed, and it took less than a second for Zero to realize that he seemed to understand what he meant.

The absence of ghosts must mean that he has found the rumored cyan flower of Schrödinger and has become the ultimate immortal creature?

How many dishes did you order?So drunk?

Zero's complexion changed very wonderfully, but he swallowed the answer he was thinking from his throat very wisely.

In the past, when encountering things related to the blue Higan flower, after fading the emotions of joy or anger—although in most cases it was anger—the temperature in the pair of plum red eyes of Gui Wu Tsuji would be dull To an indescribable degree.

No joy or sorrow, as if he had no heart, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

However, just when Zero turned his head away to simply lose sight and mind, Wuyou changed his quite oppressive movements.

The straight back sank into the soft sofa, and then Wu Mi stretched out his arms, and hugged Zero into his arms like a kitten or puppy.

"!"

There were too many things that went off the rails, and too many things that exceeded his expectations.

He didn't take into account the movement of Ling's still injured wrist, which made him inevitably set off alarm bells, and even at the peak of his stripes and transparency, he didn't know if he could say a word to the ancestor of ghosts, face to face. Facing the force that tightened and tightened and almost absorbed him into his bones and blood, he almost exhausted the panic of this period of time.

Just order as many dishes as you like, the ancestor of ghosts can have his dream, but he can't be crazy with him.

"Shh." Putting his fingers on his lips, Wu Mi patiently held down his struggling movement, "Be quiet."

"What do you want to do?" Although there may be unavoidable sequelae after the injury is healed-who knows if there will be a day when the injury will be healed, pain can sometimes make people calm down, and Zero can hear his own pain. The voice said:

"You got eternal life, then what? Is there anything you must do with eternal life?"

As his voice fell, Ling found that Wu Mi's eyes seemed to stop at a certain point and froze.

In fact, everyone knows the answer to this question, because immortality is not a means to achieve an end, but the only end pursued by the ancestor of ghosts.

He looked at the point where the aimless gaze condensed, and finally moved slowly to himself.

Zero found inconceivably that Wu Mi's mood at this moment might really be the best ever.

"Sometimes you will ask some very clever questions." Slightly squinting eyes with a residual smile, Wu Can brushed away the slightly curled hair that fell on her cheeks, "Want to hear what I said? "

Zero's eyes became speechless again.

He knew that the ancestor of the ghost might have a serious illness, but he didn't know that he was so seriously ill.

He pushed away the hand that wanted to straighten his clothes: "No, I don't want to hear anything."

"Oh?" Without changing his expression, Wu Mi still looked over with such a smile, and he was not annoyed when his hand was pushed away, but there was another place for that hand.

The hand holding his neck along his chin was as cold as usual: "Maybe you still don't understand your current situation?"

"Since you dare to come back again, no matter what your purpose is, I will know sooner or later."

Zero took a deep breath before tightening that hand, even though he was holding back, he didn't show even the slightest look of wanting to beg for mercy.

is it funny?Yes, it's funny, obviously he is the one with impure thoughts, why is he so stubborn now.

But a mistake had already occurred on the top floor of the department store, and he just didn't want to make mistakes again and again at this time.

Fear is not everything that can be manipulated, never has been.

The time that had been slowed down in the living room passed even longer, and Zero found that it was a bad choice to be as patient as the current Onimai Tsuji.

The pale and slender knuckles did not slow down with the passage of time, and they seemed to be harder than eternally frozen icebergs.

Just before he thought that he might be about to pass out of shock like this, the soft knock on the door temporarily let go of that hand, and Wu Mi carefully and considerately took advantage of the situation to cover the red marks that could be seen on the back of his neck and let him go. into the arms.

The fabric of the suit vest is expensive but not soft, and Zero subconsciously seeks a support point for balance but accidentally supports it on Wu Mi's arm.

The feeling of his wrist being gently held and rubbed by the other party made him feel horrified in his dizziness.

"Come in."

After receiving the response, the unaware maid came in with a tray in her hand. She didn't look up at first, so she didn't notice what was going on in the dark living room. She didn't notice until the refreshments were placed on the table. Found that something seemed wrong.

She hesitated and staggered back two steps: "Mr. Yueyan...?"

It's also fortunate that she noticed it late, otherwise, if the milk was spilled on the handmade carpet, it would be difficult to wash it off.

"Is there anything else?" Wu Mi asked casually, a gentle and fake smile emerged quickly.

The maid who is at a loss has never seen the world before, she only knows that the only owner of this mansion is the ghost Wu Tsuji in front of her, and it is only under his promise that she can get it. There are also extremely generous commissions in the noble mansions in the center.

"No, no." She lowered her head very low, and walked quickly but lightly, "Please take it easy, both of you."

Then with a click, the door was closed again.

Built in the suburbs rather than in the city center, the quiet Western-style mansion is covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and surrounded by red maple trees, it is as beautiful as an oil painting that can be hung in the corridor of an art gallery.

One cuff of the large white shirt was rolled up, while the other covered the splint and bandage underneath. Ling sat on a bench in the courtyard and slowly flipped through a heavy book to pass the time, chatting leisurely. Felt like I was living as a patient trapped in a medical facility with no way out.

Well, to put it bluntly, a mental hospital is nothing more than that.

He yawned and closed the book in his hand, the gilded foreign characters flashed his eyes, and when he looked up again, he was not surprised to see Onimai Tsuji Wuchan wearing his tie behind the French windows on the second floor, There was not a single crease in the suit jacket that was put on immediately.

The servants in the mansion only know that their master, Mr. Yueyan, is the president of a pharmaceutical company who returned from studying abroad.

The young president does not need to do things in the company himself, and Mr. Yueyan's working hours are naturally determined by him.

Apparently, that dispensable work time was put in after the sun went down.

When he is in a good mood, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi will always give him some good instructions before going out, and the smiles evoked by the crooked eyebrows make the servants in the same space always disappear quickly.

And if the mood is not so good, Zero feels that he is no different from the porcelain fired in the living room, and it is just air to him.

He's in a good mood about it.

What?Stockholm?It doesn't exist, even though that is the purpose of Wuyou's happy and deliberate purpose, but he is not such an innocent victim.

Standing on tiptoe, he fastened Wu Mi's tie tightly with one hand, and he touched his hair with a warm kiss.

Watching the figure disappear outside the twilight wall, Zero turned back to the courtyard without any hesitation.

It is not until late at night or early in the morning that there is such a little free time, and it doesn't matter what the ancestor of the ghost will think when he knows what he is doing from the mouth of the servant, so Zero puts it on the wall inside the house for decoration He took off his western sword, switched to his left hand and started rebuilding.

The dim moonlight poured down through the clouds, and when Ling Wei panted and turned around to take a rest, he found that there was an extra visitor in the mansion that seemed to be stuck in the stagnant space.

Only the handsome swordsman in front of him can come to the door without saying hello, he smiled:

"Good evening, Black Death Mou."