As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Even in Tokyo, where you can find imported Western products anywhere, a psychiatrist is a rare profession.

This is a very young discipline, and the doctors who can be reluctantly recognized by Onimai Tsuji and are willing to give it a try are naturally graduated from prestigious universities and have some reputation in the industry.

However, the answer he got from this expert did not satisfy him.

Even the ancestor of ghosts can't say that he can completely control a person's spirit. This is something that a certain wind-up scorpion who is always very unconscious has fully made him understand this truth.

And especially when he had tried everything, any of his methods not only had little effect on Zero, it could even be said to be counterproductive again and again.

Oni Wu Tsuji couldn't understand the reason for this situation, let alone accept this reality.

"……What's wrong?"

Wrapped in a blanket, he pushed the door open a crack, and Ling Xin said that he hesitated for a while or that he didn't plan to sleep in the living room, so he came in time.

The ferocious blue veins on the pale face climbed from the neck to the forehead, and the characteristics of ghosts had already appeared.

Zero had no doubts at all, and completely put aside all worries, Onimai Tsuji Wumai's next move was to crush the head of the doctor who was ignorant of the situation in front of him.

He was the first to block between the two of them, tucked his toes and walked over, frowning, and opened his arms without any psychological burden: "I want to hug."

Oni Wu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, habitually condescending and looking at him with scrutiny, and Zero inevitably stamped his feet when he received the questioning in that look.

It's okay to step on the sofa and carpet with bare feet, but he can't bear the cold wooden floor and even colder tiles. If this continues, he won't really catch a cold tomorrow.

Even with his back to the doctor, he knew that the doctor's attention must be on the communication between the two of them. There was a hint of pleading in Zero's eyes, and the silent submission made Wu Mi even more irritable. But finally, he bent down and hugged him coldly.

Slowly wrapping his hands around the neck of the ancestor of ghosts who didn't know how hard it was, he just leaned on Wu Mi's slightly stiff shoulders due to the tension, yawned and closed his eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Yueyan." The doctor touched his nose again in embarrassment, glanced at Zero and lowered his voice, "Tomorrow I will send someone to your mansion for the medicine that matches the treatment... tonight I'm so sorry about that."

Don't know what he's apologizing for, Wu Mi didn't bother to put on an air: "That's the best."

After saying this, Wu Mi did not leave a single look, turned around and walked upstairs with such a decent and elegant pace, as if nothing had happened before.

The doctor stood in a daze for a while, patted his forehead and watched the butler greet and see off the guests, so he had no choice but to leave the mansion.

He still heard such a tail in the conversation between the two, and Ling closed his eyes a little nervously, but his mind was very active.

He really deserves to be an old Net Yiyun player, he doesn't even need to be past twelve o'clock to be able to perfectly reproduce the "I'm Sorry for Being a Human" set.

He dared to say that this doctor really dared to believe it.

I just don't know how much the ancestor of the ghost can believe in the extremely stiff movements at the moment?

Sensing that Wu Mi's footsteps stopped, Ling slightly opened his eyes, but just seeing this made him feel that things were a little out of hand.

The door Wu Cang was about to open was on the north side of the corridor, and the door opened towards the south.

Zero watched Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou walk to the bed with almost no trace of use without a pause, and how gentle the movement of putting him down, he felt how strange the atmosphere was.

The heavy curtains in the spacious room completely cover the floor-to-ceiling windows, a few thin documents are randomly placed on the desk opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bookshelf next to the wall is not as often stocked as in the study. □The bookshelf is so high, but it also contains a lot of books.

Further inside is the cloakroom connected to the side, which is well covered by the hollowed-out gilt partition.

As soon as he withdrew his unfocused eyes roaming the room, he heard Wu Mi's voice with unknown meaning close at hand: "Lack of security, do you need companionship?"

Well, it sounds quite shameful to say this from Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan's mouth, not to mention that it seems to be mocking.

Pretending to be ignorant and sitting up from the bed in a daze, he lifted the quilt and ran towards the door, wanting to slip: "What? I think I'm great!"

However, Wu Mi, who had been prepared for a long time, threw him back on the bed like a puppy.

"Lie down, don't let me say the same thing a second time." The tone was similar to an order, and there was never room for negotiation. From his expression this time, Zero really couldn't tell what his purpose was.

"You will rest here from now on."

Ok, it looks like his sleep quality is really starting to drop.

Maybe it's because Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is not as easy to deceive as he imagined, and he pulls the quilt to hear the footsteps knocking in the house, and every step he takes is very aggressive.

He took off his narrow-sleeved suit and walked out of the cloakroom, and casually took out a book from the bookshelf. He watched Wu Mi go straight to the bed...and walked over to the sofa next to him.

The bright light from the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly went out, and was replaced by a warm-colored wall lamp that lit up immediately.

The slightly curly black hair fell on the unchanging pale cheeks, and the handsome profile made it easy to put any shape on him without any sense of disobedience.

Sitting there in the semi-dark light and shadow, Wu Mi, who was flipping the pages of the book, seemed to have stepped out of an oil painting.

The sound of breathing stopped slightly, and it was difficult for Zero to recall the last time they were in the same room under such circumstances.

But the mood at that time should not be the same as it is now.

Turning around quietly on the bed, he thought it would be difficult for him to fall asleep at least tonight, but there seemed to be a familiar smell on the bed that hadn't been used much by the owner.

Like dense sandalwood and pine and cypress after snow.

He soon fell asleep.

The electric wall lamp does not change position, and the elongated shadow does not move.

It just stayed on the carpet all night.

Zero realized that Onimai Tsuji was serious about thinking he was sick.

Physiological, er, spiritual... forget it, it’s not an adjective anyway.

Although the dedicated doctor did not come to the mansion for a follow-up visit, the postman delivered the diagnosis sheet and the medicine in the white medicine bottle to the door early the next morning.

When Ling opened his eyes, he saw Wu Mi who was sitting where he was, looking at the diagnosis sheet and prescription. He glanced at the medicine bottle and found that things were still not as simple as he imagined.

Which family member can tell him whether normal people will have any adverse reactions after taking this medicine. I am very anxious to wait online.

"Wake up?" Wu Mi didn't look away, he said in a relaxed tone, "I'm going out tonight, I'll be back later."

It must be at night to go out, and as for coming back later... what does this have to do with him.

Zero was not in the mood to explore, and nodded to show that he heard it.

Wu Mi frowned subconsciously, a somewhat ominous shadow accumulated in the red plum-colored eyes.

He could only tell from the clock on the wall that it was already morning, and the unnatural artificial light gave him the feeling of wanting to go back to sleep. He stared at the white wall for a while, and finally waited for him to decide. When getting out of bed to wash, Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan called out to stop him again.

That voice sounded a bit annoyed and inexplicable: "You don't ask me where I am going?

"...so where do you want to go?"

[Patients need more contact with others to increase social experience. ]

"Tokyo." Unaware that his answer was too broad and as if he didn't answer at all, Wu Mi lowered his eyes and said casually, "You go with me."

Zero looked at him suddenly, and looked away after a while: "...There is no need for that—"

"I'll let someone put the things you need to go out in your room."

That's the final word.

Today is a fine weather. During the day, there was a wind blowing in the courtyard and the leaves were rustling. It was not until evening that some thin clouds accumulated in the sky.

The setting sun also fell below the horizon, and Ling stood at the door, dressed in western clothes, struggling for death: "I think I still..."

Under Oni Wu Tsuji's peaceful gaze, he still had no choice but to put away his reluctance.

It seems, it seems that there is a little bit of over acting.

The jingling tram passed by the baroque-style Tokyo Station. I sat by the window and looked out the window. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the black uniforms and brightly colored feathers. At the same time, Wu Mi reached out and took his hand.

"looking at what?"

"look in--"

The sudden sound was a little piercing, a ray of light pierced the night sky, turned into bright gilt and disappeared into the night like a waterfall.

The development of this city can be described as changing with each passing day, but some things never change.

Under the neon lights, it was hard to get a ticket for the performance of the Takarazuka Opera Troupe. The gentleman who walked out of the theater looked weird and helpless, only for the lady beside him. He never thought before today that he could have so many more female rival.

The bustling pedestrians each have their own troubles and concerns, and there are also things that make them happy.

Staring earnestly until the flickering tail disappeared from his eyes, Zero turned his head, only feeling that his heart seemed to be beating very fast.

But he is unusually calm, he seems to be divided into two people and each has its own ideas.

"……fireworks."

Wu Mi didn't find anything abnormal, so he responded casually. After a while, he seemed to think of something, the corners of his lips curved unconsciously, and disappeared without a trace before he realized it.

Regrettably, Ling said that he had seen it all, and his heartbeat became more and more violent, beating more and more, hitting his ribs with pain.

Later, after he got the instruction manual of the medicine, he suddenly realized that anything with the word medicine on it should not be eaten indiscriminately.

Unable to remember that he was forced to swallow two bitter pills that melted in his throat after dinner, he forced himself to look away.

But even so, he couldn't help but recall something...

For example, that kiss from before?