As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"..."

Hei Si Mou, who came out from a secluded corner of the courtyard, seemed to discern what was going on for a while, and his normal-looking eyes wandered for a while under the mimicry, and finally stopped on his hand holding the western sword, "You are injured... ...?"

Zero pulled off his cuff and said as if nothing happened: "Small injury."

Hei Si Mou looked at him deeply: "Small injury...need to order you...to switch hands to hold the knife?"

Zero looked up at the dark sky, but did not answer.

From that day on, he no longer doubted the cruelty of Oni Wu Tsuji, who said he would do it. Even if his right hand can still be healthy, the broken bones in it make it impossible for him to hold a knife like before.

Hei Si Mou, who has lived for so long and has already opened the transparency, naturally discovered this at a glance. After a short silence, he said again: "Don't you think...it's a pity...?"

For a swordsman, the hand holding the knife is naturally important, not to mention that Heishimou's obsession is here, and Zero found helplessly that he was not surprised at all when he heard this sentence.

It would be fine if this topic stopped here, but as he watched Hei Si Mou approaching step by step, a darker shadow than the night enveloped him: "Why..."

At the beginning, Ling Yi just watched him approaching, but when the face he was used to seeing was getting closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but take a step back: "Why why?"

"Your hand..." Hei Si Mou stopped in his tracks and said without ripples, "There is a way to heal...be stronger than before..."

No, is the ghost in front of you really Hei Si Mou?

I don't know why tonight's Hei Si Mou gave him a feeling of oppression. The ghost wearing the nostalgic sword, even the texture of the dark pattern rolling embroidery on the robe is the same as before. It is like a purple tea in the mountains, deadly extreme.

This mansion is considered to be the most elusive, but for some reason, Ling also felt that the maid lady who was everywhere opened the door a little: "Excuse me, who is this?"

Ling stepped aside and glanced at Heishimu.

"Business...partner..."

"Ah," the maid obviously didn't expect such an answer, she quickly opened the door and followed the standard etiquette, "Please come in."

To be honest, this answer is also quite surprising.

He looked up and thought about what kind of business they could do, but he didn't come up with an answer until he entered the living room.

And, according to the ghost ancestor's freewheeling work model, will this club really not lose money?

Sitting on the sofa with his back straightened, Heishimou looked strange, but his attire fit perfectly on the tatami mats of a traditional tea room. With two or three kinds of fruits on display, it was like a tea party.

The maid obviously thought so too. She glanced at Zero who had put the Western Sword back to its original position, and asked Hei Si Mou in a low voice, "Would you like coffee or black tea?"

Hei Si Mou was silent for a moment. After saying the word partner, isn't it too late for him to say that he doesn't like the meaning of those two words?

"For the green tea in the second cupboard in the kitchen, put the boiling water for 10 minutes first, without adding sugar."

Without hesitation, Ling, who was talking about the refreshments for guests, was still flipping through the morning newspaper that had not been put away on the coffee table. When he looked up, he found that both eyes were on him, and he turned his head to the maid again: "By the way, help me Hot milk?"

"Ah, okay."

"Thank you."

"You're being polite." The maid who came back to her senses smiled helplessly, and finally glanced curiously at the "partner" of the owner of the mansion, and she followed the instructions to prepare refreshments.

The servants in this mansion are really smart and clever, as long as they are not beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition, they can complete the orders very well.

The only thing that bothers Zero is their reluctance to resign.

The temperature of the tea in the tea bowl brought up from time to time is just right, and the heat is rising.

While drinking his own milk, Ling watched Heishimu pick up the tea, thoughtfully: "So you really came to report to work today?"

Otherwise, how could there be such a well-prepared line.

Heishimu put down the tea bowl, and the crisp porcelain clinking sound was very pleasant.

He didn't nod or shake his head, his usual silence represented his attitude.

This means that Hei Si Mou is indeed here to report on work, but there is nothing to tell him about the content, and Ling did not force himself. After drinking the milk in one gulp, he moved his wrist quietly. The dull feeling made him very uncomfortable. I wonder if the protein content of that cup of something he doesn't really like to drink is up to the standard.

He walked up the stairs, and the midnight bell rang three times. If it was as expected, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi should be back soon.

I don't know if the other party took this accidental visit seriously, but in short, he is not suitable to appear here.

Hei Si Mou seemed to know this very well, so he didn't stop calling him.

The bright warm light shone in the cold living room, Ling took a last look there through the layers of gauze curtains, and the blurred shadows penetrated the beautiful patterns of white lace.

There seemed to be the staggered echoes of toasting in my ears, accompanied by the cold moonlight under the moonlit night.

He stepped on the soft carpet without turning on the light, and the deep and dark corridor became an endless loop.

I don’t know what Hei Si Mou and Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi talked about in the end. They fell asleep after touching the pillow, and the red bed curtain was only half down. Suddenly hold the same.

He has always been a heavy sleeper. When he was still in Sawu Mountain, even in the middle of the night, he didn’t know who kicked him out of the three-person Datong bunk. He rolled up the bed sheets and he didn’t need to wake up halfway. He can continue to sleep until dawn. .

There seemed to be a sound coming from the window sill, Ling made a reasonable assumption while he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly remembered that incident for some reason, and felt that this was something Sato could do.

Thinking of this, his vision became clearer.

Floating dust of the same color as the curtains floated in the bedroom. Although the maid was doing her best, this kind of thing was unavoidable. Fortunately, he was not allergic to dust.

Pulling back the dark curtains, the morning light outside the room was only faint, and he was not surprised to find the culprit that woke him up: a sparrow that hit the grid window directly.

The dizzy sparrow didn't realize that he was caught until it reached the palm of his hand. Ling's hand was accidentally bitten, and he let it fly away.

Speaking of which, it's a good thing he didn't bring the crow assigned to him. According to Mr. Lintaki's temperament of liking small animals, the little guy he actually likes should have a good life in Sawu Mountain?

Since he got up early, Zero didn't want to lie back to bed and waste time with nothing to do—even though he subtly felt that every minute and every second he spent in this mansion was wasted, he put on his normal clothes and wiped himself in the bathroom Face, he didn't stop at all when passing the study, and went straight to the restaurant.

However, he met an uninvited guest at the dining table that should be regarded as his reservation.

"Good morning." Zero felt that he might still be in a dream, otherwise how could he have greeted him, "I'm eating."

Without saying a word, he glanced at the golden fried eggs and bacon on the plate in front of him, and Guiwu Tsuji just sat there flipping through a magazine.

"morning."

Zero, who didn't expect to get a response, took a closer look at Pingui Wuji Mumi's expression. The expression was not very gentle, but it was also an illusion that could not be seen through at a glance.

Immediately, he looked at it from the corner of his eye, and found that the new Miss Cook was standing behind the door biting her handkerchief, looking worriedly at this side without consciously being noticed.

Why is it a newcomer, because she still doesn't know the owner of the mansion's day and night routine and the habit of not needing to eat during the day.

Seeing this, Zero really wanted to laugh, and he swore that Wu Mian, who looked normal, was not sure why he was bored.

Finding the place farthest from the first place, Zero slowly moved his plate over, and Kiwu Tsuji just raised his eyes when he saw it, and took it back before he realized it.

The sound of the flexible paper pages turning stopped, as if this never-ending time.

At this time, it seems that someone has finally picked up the so-called dining etiquette that is dispensable, and he just ate half of it without saying a word, then he stood up and went back to the upstairs study room without any expression , the subtle sound of the door closing and closing made people always feel that it was louder than before.

Okay, the grumpy ancestor of the ghost is getting angry again.

This didn't affect Zero's mood at all. After eating the last piece of bacon on his plate, he found that he was not full at all.

He naturally shifted his gaze to another breakfast that was completely untouched.

It's time to grow up, and I can't get enough of the exquisite Western-style meals anyway, so I simply cleared the dishes on the table and put them away in the kitchen.

Just as he was walking out, he happened to be stopped by Miss Cook, who hadn't gotten off work yet.

Hesitating and struggling, the self-motivated young lady cook hesitantly asked him if there was something she did not do well enough. Zero thought about it and shook his head solemnly: "No, the breakfast is delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

"But, Mr. Yue Yan didn't move a bite?"

"That's a good question." Zero said as he saw the ingredients on the chopping board that the girl in front of him got up early in the morning to buy. "Maybe Mr. Yueyan is a more traditional person, who likes rice and fish."

The young lady cook looked around the mansion without a trace of tradition, and looked at him again without saying a word.

Zero didn't show timidity, anyway, this is what he eats, what's wrong with him ordering a dish.

Sure enough, rice and miso soup are more fragrant in the morning.

After finishing the conversation about lunch and dinner with Miss Cook, who began to doubt her life, Ling walked back to the living room to pick up the newspaper she hadn't finished reading last night and sat there for a while. Seeing that the morning light outside the window was brighter, she got up to prepare for a morning exercise. Fan.

There was only so much entertainment left for him to do, and when he looked up at the shelf on the wall, the western sword that had been placed there had disappeared.

Isn't that right, sir, even the sword that is more decorative than practical is not left for him?So what should he use for morning exercise?The fire sticks in the woodshed?

Oh, he seems to have forgotten, how could there be such a thing as a firewood room in this mansion.

After thinking about it, Ling went to the maid and asked about the situation. He saw the figure of the maid when he walked halfway. It seems a little strange for a young and fashionable maid to be a young lady.

Thinking of this, he also heard the answer from the maid: "You mean the western sword hanging on the wall of the living room? Mr. Tsukihiko gave it to the guest who came last night."

zero:"?"

The Western sword that looks useless was given to Hei Si Mou?

The fragile metal is neither sharp nor easy to break, just a collection with beautiful patterns.

The maid lady was still lamenting that it was the first time they met Mr. Yueyan's business partners, and they complimented this club that didn't know what kind of business it was doing.

Seeing that Zero's eyes were still on him indescribably, the maid also gave him an encouraging smile: "You will grow into an outstanding adult too."

Zero: "...Thank you."

This sentence really made it difficult for him to complain.