As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Regarding the question of why Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi wanted to wear women's clothing, Zero also struggled to give a few answers in his heart.

A means to an end?It seems that in terms of the previous two situations he encountered, this is indeed the reason. Anyway, it cannot be to experience a different life, right? !

The ancestor of the ghost dressed up in costume seems to have finished the so-called important business tonight, and the owner of the western house across the street is rushing him out.

Without knowing the real identity of the other party, the man in suit and leather shoes posed the most elegant posture he could show, trying to win the beauty's favor.

After thinking about it, Zero was about to smile, he turned around calmly and pulled Tired's hand, covering Tired's dull eyes very intimately: "It's okay, under such circumstances, adults will not care about you ignoring him existence."

Tired concealed his shock with silence. To be honest, it doesn't make much sense to ghosts how this skin on the outside is.

It's just that the position of the ancestor of ghosts in the child's heart seems to be a little blurred.

The warm yellow light in the photo studio located deep in the store was still on, the photographer was bored and yawned very sleepily, it was not always possible for him to receive such an untimely job, and he did it for the two of them. Willing to join this class.

There is no way, people live in Tokyo, they always have to have a good meal.

Feeling that he was very considerate and didn't disturb Wu Mi's plan, Zero sat down again with no burden, tired of thinking about the problem in his heart, and seemed even more absent-minded.

The photographer sighed deeply, remembering what Zero said to him when he entered the door to prepare for the shooting again. He didn't ask them to pose according to the traditional concept.

At this time, the wind chime hanging in the door of the photo studio rang.

The soft sound of the bell could not cover up the soft footsteps, which did not match the expensive and restrained attire, and the door was pushed in without mercy, without interrupting others' self-consciousness at all.

Perhaps it is because of the impression that people's requirements for women are always exquisite and beautiful. Aesthetics turned his pale complexion into a beautiful fairness, and often turned his high-end eyes into a detached and glamorous look.

"...Miss? Ma'am?" The photographer had poked his head out from under the black cloth angrily when he heard the noise, but he was suffocated for a moment when he saw Wu Mi in front of him, "Excuse me, are you here...?"

He felt that the probability of his coming and nothing happened was fifty-fifty, and he didn't feel that the other party chose the former. Ling Wuyou said in a hoarse and lazy voice: "I will do whatever they come to do." .”

The photographer just wanted to put a question mark: "Then please choose another day..."

The three words of making an appointment first were held back by Wu Mi with a cold look, Ling had no choice but to weakly raise his hand to signal: "Well, in fact, he...she came to see us, why don't we go together?"

Wu Mi caught a glimpse of the half-smile expression that he hadn't retracted yet, and finally suppressed the weird and full of emotions welling up in his heart.

As if he was waiting for Ling's words, he walked over with his airs like a stream of kindness, slightly lowered his head and looked at Ling and Lei who were sitting there, and before he could speak, Lei stood up suddenly after recovering .

The index finger was erected in front of the bright red lips, just by this one movement, Wu Mi made the tired and quiet again.

Seeing the weird scene, the photographer who was only focused on his career, hurriedly finished shooting and hurried off work, saw that only two chairs were not enough, and he was about to move another chair from the back room.

And when he caught sight of the three of them standing together from the corner of his eye, his movements stopped for a moment.

His eyes moved from Tired to Wumi and then to Ling.

The photographer seemed to understand something, but didn't fully understand it.

Wu Mi was dissatisfied with his slow movements, and his tone of frown was a little dangerous: "Need to be so troublesome?"

Ling pondered for a while and had to look at the photographer helplessly and urgently, and made a final decision: "So, just stand and shoot?"

"Okay." The photographer just lifted up the black cloth, looked at their positions and reminded him as if thinking of something: "Then please stand on the left of the child, and the little... Madam on the right?"

Tired was almost immune to the strange air pressure behind him. Hearing that he raised his head slightly, he must have some interest in taking pictures, and he asked coldly: "Is there any particularity to this?"

Under the gaze of the three pairs of eyes, the photographer broke out in cold sweat: "That, this, this is a well-established tradition..."

Glancing at the photos hanging on the wall, a man in a black suit and a woman in a white gauze skirt are standing in the middle of the fashionable photo, the meaning is clear at a glance.

Wu Mi understood, but he didn't worry that others didn't understand at all: "Just shoot like this."

Finally feeling that he understood the truth about the Riddler this time, he gritted his teeth and said, "...just shoot like this."

tired:"?"

In this choice, the child always does not have the right to choose, and the desire to survive also tells him that although Wu Mi seems to be in a good mood, it is better for him not to intervene.

The decision was made, and it seemed to be going smoothly, but the photographer felt that he might have ushered in one of the most difficult hurdles in his career.

The photographer's occupational disease seems to be committed again: "Madam and Mr. Xiao, can you have a smile?"

The corners of the uncurved lips seemed to be [-]% perfect, and they didn't seem to be able to think of any happy things.

"...Sir, you can stand a little closer."

And he knows that your wife is already stunningly beautiful, can he take away the sideways gaze?

This time, no one interrupted the photographer's request unhappily, and there was only the sound of the swinging pendulum ticking in the silence.

Sophisticated instruments flashed fleeting lights in the dark room.

It will take some time to receive the printed photos. On the way back to the station waiting for the tram, Ling Jianlei stared at the nearby shops that had not yet closed their stalls, and went over to buy him a pack of Jinpingtang.

Candies like stars are packed in glass jars for people to watch, as if the existence value of the candies in exquisite packaging is greater than their sweet taste.

This may be the case for the tired who received this gift.

"Are you happy?" Just like a normal family, Wu Mian put his arm around the child's shoulders, asking in a casual tone to the tired who was still holding a glass jar.

He naturally knew the reason why they came out this trip. He couldn't say good or bad about Zero's actions, but he could only say that he never expected such an encounter and what happened next.

It was as if Wu Mi had never mentioned what he would do next if he could fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Tired eyes are still on the few golden flat candies that are still slightly cool in his palm and show no signs of melting: "I don't know."

He couldn't tell a lie, but he couldn't give an answer either.

The tram I was riding was staggering in the city where the steel forest was gradually erected, and the copper electric bell made a non-disturbing sound.

"There is something for you to do."

After seeing off tired, he returned to the mansion, changed his mimetic appearance almost instantly and changed his clothes into a black background and white robe, Wu Mi preemptively seemed to want to wipe out the previous little accident.

Zero withdrew his smile and pretended to be listening.

The emotion rising in Wuyan's unique cracked pupils was both familiar and strange: "The information I have collected says that someone has seen a kind of blue flower in the mountains in the northwest."

Ling Xin said that Wu Mi handed over the collected information to him for verification, and it was not a one-time or two-time thing, and speaking of it, the work of winding the strings was probably the same.

It's like the leader of the Eternal Bliss Sect who has not stopped to go back to his own teaching to continue fishing, is using his own feet to measure and verify the size of this land.

"Is that so, you are really experienced and well-informed!" Zero's eyes stayed on the ancestor of the ghost with a smile, blowing rainbow farts in a paradoxical way.

A cross popped out happily from the forehead, and Wu Mi, who may not have attended a special cram school, didn't know what it means to get darker and darker: "...If it's just you-"

Zero blinked and clasped his hands together: "We can't compare to you who are hard to refuse—"

Eh?Doesn't he seem to be dancing a little bit?

His tone and movements were a bit self-conscious, but tonight Zero somehow didn't bother to grasp the proportions.

Sense of proportion, joke, what is that, has he ever had it?

When Zero was thinking this way, no matter how good-tempered Oniwu Tsuji is, he should be furious symbolically, but Wumi, who was about to do so, put that emotion away strangely at the door Take it back with ease.

Wu Mi looked at him in a strange way, as if he had grasped something pleasing to the ghost: "The geisha's costume is just to obtain information...or are you thinking about something?"

zero:"?"

No, this is not just women's clothing, is it such a familiar profession?

Does Xiaomei know about the situation where you and Xiaomei compete for business?

"What can I think about." Although the geisha's mimetic face has changed but his temperament has not changed, Zero still feels that the Wu Mi in front of him is the one that moved his heart the most, "There is nothing, you see wrong."

After all, teenagers don't know love and hate, so how can they care what fate will unfold behind them.

It doesn't matter how stiff his mouth is, he walked over with joyful emotions and whispered the place name in Zero's ear, his plum red eyes moved slightly, Wu Mi took a step back and looked at him, besides widening his eyes, he also suddenly No other reaction.

Wu Mian seemed to ask casually: "You are very familiar with that place, I still remember... the family you used to belong to, the family crest in the past was the blue-colored Bana flower?"

"...It's too long ago, how can I remember?"

Zero, who seemed calm but hadn't finished digesting the information, squeezed out a sound from his throat. God knows how much effort he had spent to stabilize his voice. be calm.

The appearance he showed seemed to make the ancestor of ghosts a little more satisfied, so Wu Mi just nodded and continued: "It seems that my memory is much better than yours."

That was, pretty good, so good that he wondered if you created those other brains just to have enough room to hold the bits and pieces of memory from millennia.

It's just that Zero still has a doubt buried in his heart that has never been answered since very early.

Turning around and stepping on the stairs, some of Wu Mi's messy hair fell into his collar, and in Ling's eyes, he and that hair seemed to be longer and thinner The figures overlapped.

The buried things took root and sprouted, and the urge to ask was suppressed by him again.

He knew he couldn't get a happy answer.

So where are those memories that can be called meaningful and make this treacherous world look better?