After picking up Shir

After leaving the Chanyuan home, I came to...the cemetery.

The information obtained from the "book" is that the Shadow Clan who once used special materials to make [living dolls] will come to the cemetery to perform the soul-calling ceremony when the doll shell is completed.

Once the matching and compatible soul is integrated into the doll, the doll will truly move - the equivalent of a wandering soul controlling and using the special body that was created.

But under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a soul to match a puppet. After all, compared with reincarnation, few souls would be willing to live in an inhuman shell.

So in the end, the film family finally abandoned this cumbersome method, and changed their memories to living human children who were kidnapped and bought in the future, so that these children became loyal and loyal to the film family [living people] I】.

But these are off topic.

Now I am walking alone in the cemetery, and the two little demons and dolls who were called to carry me around me maintain a state of "invisibility"...

That's right.

Stealth.

Looks dead.

I don't want to be thought of as some weird life-size doll fanatic, after all.

Although I have also heard that there is a detective in Yokohama called "Ayatsuji Xingren" who is always used to going out with exquisite dolls... I don't know if it is true.

It's just that if you really walk in a public place in such a state and meet passers-by unfortunately, it's hard to imagine what kind of social death scene it will be.

Ahhh.

Just thinking about it is already embarrassing to the point of buckling out of five Buddhist monastery mansions.

"Hui, it's snowing, we're going back."

"Understood, I will stay for a while, Mr. Gojo and Tsumiji go back first."

"Hey~ Then I'll stay and talk to Auntie more!"

Look and see.

What did I say, this is where I met someone.

Not far from me, before a tombstone—

There are three people standing, two men and one woman, from tall to short.

Among them, a man and a woman are boys and girls who look similar to my age. As for the other one...

Uh.

what is that?Curious, a bandaged extra-long badminton?

Just glanced at it and I was lost in thought.

How can there be someone weirder than going out with a doll, can that gentleman really see the way with his eyes covered like this?

Performance Art.

And as if I heard my inner activities, badminton... Maybe it should be said that the tall man with white hair (probably the guardian of the two children over there) seems to have a sixth sense or eyes born behind him , and suddenly looked in my direction accurately.

It seems to be my illusion...?

For a moment, I seemed to see the sight of the strange man in front of me under the bandage first resting on me, half of his eyebrows were raised unexpectedly, and then seemed to be slightly shifted, and the second time, it miraculously and precisely fell to the side Follow closely behind on the little monster.

He actually... can see it?

how come!

They must have used "invisibility" according to my requirements, right!

And the monsters obviously sensed the gaze not far away, as if they were very afraid of the blindfolded man, they rushed to me behind me with a strong desire to survive.

"That's six eyes... It can easily see through our six eyes! It's terrible, it's really scary..."

"H-Just being stared at makes one's hair stand on end, my lord princess! Let's run!!"

I didn't pay attention to the murmurs of the two people around me at this time, and didn't think about why the white-haired young man opened his mouth slightly in surprise for half a second when he saw me just now.

My sight was firmly attracted by a ray of soul at this moment.

Yes, a ray of soul...

It was the figure of the tall white-haired young man with his body slightly turned sideways, so that I could see it without hindrance.

A thin figure like light smoke, so erratic that it might dissipate as soon as the sun rises.

It is an extremely unstable spiritual state between monsters and humans.

It was a familiar figure who was older than what he remembered, and he could no longer be described as a teenager, probably a mature youth in his twenties or thirties.

Green eyes, black hair, scars on the corners of the lips.

Of course, there are also beautiful faces and still perfect figures.

It's him.

"... "

Just like that, for a moment, my eyes were fixed on the man squatting beside the stele like a cat, his eyes half closed, his face propped up and his head tilted to observe the black-haired boy without blinking.

For a moment, it seemed that all the memories that did not belong to me flooded towards me, but when I wanted to identify and read them, they quickly receded like an ebb.

I can't grasp it, I can't remember it, I can't figure it out, there seems to be something between those memories and me, me and him... Tombstone, yes, tombstone, we may be separated by a tombstone, when these memories The tide has all receded, and what is left in the end is only an indescribable sadness and nostalgia that cannot be ignored.

The shadow in front of him suddenly blurred.

It's not like he's going to disappear from my eyes again as usual when waking up from a dream.

Instead, my eye sockets started to become moist and hazy uncontrollably...

I finally see you——

original

You are real.

even.