As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Zero suddenly realized that everything in the mansion now seemed to be a rehearsal.

On a day when you can see the night from the early morning, there is not a single passer-by who comes and goes in a hurry, and the heavy curtains block all the bright outside.

The outdated newspapers were silently disposed of some morning after they were piled high, which was a trivial matter.

When everyone fled and moved forward like flying, there were people and nail households who took root in the same place, and now they still want to drag him along.

Going against the current is not the way to go.

Strictly speaking, things that could be used as weapons in the mansion disappeared for a while. At the lunch table, Mr. Tsujihiko, who should be called Mr. Tsukihiko, said lightly that he needed to rest, as if giving orders. Therefore, the gate of the mansion was locked when there was no need for passage.

Zero glanced at his wrist, which had not yet removed the bandage but was no longer obviously uncomfortable, and decided to refuse to reason with the culprit.

His bedroom faces south, and if the casement is wide open, the bay window covered with a silver-gray velvet blanket is the closest place to the sun.

Half of his body was out of the bay window, and he stared at the maple tree closest to him in the courtyard with his arms half propped up. He really thought about whether he would be able to jump on that maple tree if he jumped from his position. on the branches.

"Try it if you can."

Oni Wu Tsuji's low and hoarse voice lingered behind him, and the subtle light and shadow became a clear dividing line.

Zero silently withdrew his feet and returned to the room.

It was a bit cold to step on the floor without socks, but maybe it was not a serious problem after being baked by the sun for so long. He followed Wu Mi's gaze and looked down: "Don't dare to try."

I don't know if he heard it, because Zero didn't move when he saw Wu Mi.

That was a sign that something was in a state of calm before the eruption, and Zero smiled and said, "You still don't believe me after I've said that?"

"Then what should we do?" He gestured and walked towards Wu Mi step by step.

The sun was moving back, and the ancestor of the ghost subconsciously took a step back, which seemed like he was going to retreat without a trace.

"What else are you dissatisfied with? Tell me to change it."

Although there was a sense of irony in these words, Wu Mi realized that Ling was serious.

"I want you..." The voice fell halfway, before it hit the ground, Wu Mi, who never hesitated in doing anything, hesitated for the first time.

Just like his wish, eternal life is the goal, and all future plans are completely blank.

He didn't think about what would happen after that, he who was used to looking down on everything from above was always right, and he didn't need to pay the price.

After listening to half a sentence, Zero's expression faltered subtly, and he unbuttoned a tightly buttoned collar of his well-fitting shirt, as if making a decision very slowly.

Even in this mansion that can be called a home temporarily, Onimai Tsuji still wears his elegant three-piece suit, and can go directly to the banquet with a top hat and walking stick.

Zero tiptoed and grabbed his tie hanging in front of the skirt, and asked calmly, "Can you bend over?"

Wu Mi, who had lost the ability to manage his expressions, opened his eyes wide. He bowed almost subconsciously, but his hands moved away just as he was about to touch the shirt that smelled like tiny creatures being killed in the sun.

He took back his tie and tucked it into his suit vest, seemingly calmly but firmly drawing a conclusion: "Are you crazy, Zero?"

This sentence seems a bit familiar.

Hiding his trembling fingertips behind his back, Zero calmly raised his head and stared at the pair of cracked plum red eyes.

His eyes always speak: Didn't you command it?

"Very good." Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly nodded indistinctly, and chose to pick up the gentle and considerate mask in front of him in a novelty, "This is very good."

It's not an unreasonable guess. If the nonsense that evasion is a strategic retreat is thrown into the trash can together, the ancestor of ghosts seems to have lost completely this time.

The back of hurriedly leaving was cut off by the closed door, and after a long time, Ling maintained that look and walked slowly towards the window sill, staring at the burning red maple tree again.

A hint of disbelief gradually appeared in his eyes.

This round, he really won?

Two guests suddenly came to the mansion tonight.

——Not the kind of guests who can only come out at night, because there is a high probability that Oni Wu Tsuji will not be happy to see his subordinates who he despises have the same aesthetic preferences as him.

When the doorbell rang, Zero, who had just taken a shower, was lying on the sofa, the belt of the bathrobe was loosely tied, and his hair was only half dry.

After seeing all the exotic styles in his closet replaced by traditional ones, he really felt that he was quite capable.

After a certain unexplainable PTSD, I was forced to feel miserable as if I had another PTSD.

The butler in a tuxedo walked over and was about to open the door, but when he passed by him, he just walked straight ahead without turning his eyes.

After opening the door were Onimai Tsuji Mumi, who had finished work early, and the two guests behind him.

One of the two guests was dressed like an elite person who just finished a certain meeting, with a handbag in his hand and a mechanical watch on his wrist. Even if there is such a clock in the living room, he prefers to look at the imprint on his wrist time.

The other person is much simpler. The white coat is also something imported. This is obviously a doctor who has stayed abroad.

No one expected that he would come back early and bring two guests with him. The housekeeper who didn't greet him in time completed a series of hospitality operations in fear, and the maid who was cleaning on the second floor put down her original work and ran back and forth. up.

Oni Wu Tsuji greeted them apologetically, but how could two people who are well-versed in communication make the host unhappy.

He couldn't find the time to leave before, and the only one who looked very leisurely, Zero Blink, rested his chin and yawned uncontrollably when the mechanical bird in the clock jumped out to tell the time.

Ah, it's all over now, several eyes fell on him one after another, as expected, it would be better for him to leave early...?

The elites in suits are obviously people related to his work in the true sense of Wu Cang, and Wu Can's play with this unsmiling elite is even better.

Unmoved, he turned sideways and led the way personally, Wuyou chuckled lightly and said, "Let's go to the study and talk in detail."

He winked at the doctor in a very subtle way, and the gentle doctor nodded and stayed.

"Good evening, little sir."

"good evening."

He looked up and saw that there was only the doctor left in the living room. Zero adjusted the cushion to sit more comfortably. However, when the doctor approached and wanted to sit down, the smell of the white uniform and the escaping disinfectant water made him really cringe. frowned.

No matter how long it has passed, he really still hates this smell the most.

The doctor who didn't miss the emotion in his eyes sat a little further away after consideration. He was obviously the patient one: "Don't worry...Mr. Yueyan just asked me to do a simple examination for you."

Thinking of the room full of medical books in the upstairs study room, although Ling wondered why Wu Mi took the risk to bring two humans back, he handed it out without thinking too much.

The doctor looked at the bandage on his wrist and said helplessly, "Mr. Xiao, I'm not an orthopedic doctor."

Zero was truly surprised this time: "Huh?"

Looking at the doctor who seemed to be worried that he would not cooperate with the treatment after he revealed the subjects he was attending, he smiled and nodded to deepen his credibility. He looked the doctor up and down, but he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

What kind of doctor can you be if you are not an orthopedic doctor? You can’t be a psychiatrist, right?

However, the series of heart-to-heart conversations made him feel that he might have played the prophet's card.

How should I put it, this is very strange.

"Relax little sir, Mr. Yue Yan is not here, these are some easy questions to answer."

Zero glanced at him, but responded dispensably.

"I heard from Mr. Tsukihiko that your sleep doesn't seem to be very good?"

What's the matter, where did the news come from?Raid his room at night to see him sleeping?

"...That depends on how you say it. If you compare it with the past, yes, it's not very good."

Even if I can sleep through the night without dreaming until dawn, of course it was the bed that started it first.

"Can you tell me why?"

Why?What should I do next?

Unconsciously touching his wrist, Ling didn't quite understand how Wu Mi told the doctor in front of him, and how he invited a psychiatrist back.

But it seems that his performance during this time has been fruitful.

The left hand was slightly grasped on the bandaged right hand as if he hadn't noticed it at all, and when Zero seemed to recover, he watched the doctor frown and stared at his hand.

He stopped his movements all of a sudden, and he showed a smile without warmth: "No reason, maybe it's just these two days? It's like a seasonal cold?"

The doctor was a little dumbfounded after hearing this metaphor, but he is a professional psychiatrist after all, and he soon discovered that Zero seemed to be aware of his purpose.

"...Changing the subject, Mr. Xiao, how are you adapting to life in Tokyo?"

"It's very quiet, it's good." Compared with Sawushan, who always gets up earlier than chickens and goes to bed later than dogs, isn't it much more peaceful and comfortable.

So how did Wu Mi tell this doctor, who is he?A distant cousin who was brought back from the countryside?

After asking and answering for more than an hour, the biological clock was turned to zero and he was really sleepy. After the doctor signaled that the question and answer was over, he pulled the blanket to rest without caring that he was still in the living room.

The blanket in his arms is actually more comfortable than his quilt, and the heating in the living room is also better than that in the room.

However, this situation made the doctor just sighed heavily again.

The doctor who quietly left the living room closed the door gently, and the moment he turned his head, the owner of the mansion was standing behind him like a ghost.

"Mr. Yueyan," not admitting that he was a little frightened, the doctor first talked about the condition very professionally, without noticing the unnatural expression of Mr. Yueyan, who has always shown a gentle face, "Fortunately, you Discovered in time."

Wu Mi asked slowly: "How?"

"That little gentleman has... an unoptimistic tendency to self-destruct." The doctor thought about his words, but it still made it difficult for Wu Mi to maintain that illusion. He felt that the doctor's joke was not so funny: "You Can you believe that he thinks Tokyo is a quiet place?"

"Socially, he seems to be too passive, which is not a good sign."

"He wanted to be alone more than to have a close relationship."

"Speaking of a recent pleasant experience..."

Wuyou interrupted him roughly: "Enough."

The emotion brewing like a storm in those plum red eyes made him not want to continue listening at all.

Such anger naturally startled the doctor. Although he could understand that the family members might be unable to control their emotions more or less when they heard the news, the reaction of Oni Wu Tsuji was not quite right.

It made it hard for him not to think about something dangerous.

... For example, the source of the child's nightmare is the man in front of him?