Dressed as Human's Worst Curse

Outside the black building, it was raining enough to wash away a city.

This is the office of Port Maifa.

It is the center of the storm that he held in his hands ten years ago, the violent institution in Japan that the world would be shocked to hear, and the burial place of his past, present, and future.

Here is the gorgeous coffin he designed for himself.

"Please pay attention to the citizens of Yokohama. The typhoon has reached the southern sea of ​​Tokyo Bay. According to the forecast of the Meteorological Agency, the typhoon will land in Yokohama and go all the way northeast..."

The young man in black stopped writing, and suddenly looked out the window.

The special glass that is enough to be explosion-proof and bullet-proof has not been electrified even once after he became the leader, and he has always maintained a dark appearance.

I couldn't see the raindrops that obscured everything, and I couldn't smell the salty air outside the window. The only thing I could hear was the sound of the heavy rain hitting the glass window.

"Oh, it looks like the Angel of the Rain attacked Yokohama again today."

The young man in black holds a pen and smiles.

His expression is clearly talking to himself, but if you observe carefully, you will find that in the young man's field of vision, there seems to be a person sitting on the empty chair opposite, happily answering his words .

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"Yoko, do you think our young master looks weird?"

In the rainstormed courtyard, the aroma of cherry blossoms is entwined with the salty moisture.

Finally, when it was time to change shifts, several maids received the snacks that were distributed on time, and ate them in small bites, while hiding in the corner of the courtyard and exchanging gossip for the day.

"Which young master are you talking about?"

"Oh, who else could it be? Of course it is the one who is brought by my wife every day! The other two young masters study abroad all the year round, so they come back every Christmas. They just write letters and send them back on weekdays. You Who could it be?"

"...I advise you not to chew your tongue."

"Why? Let's talk about ours, not say anything bad."

"..."

Yoko remained silent, just eating her snack with her head down.

The maid couldn't help urging a few more times, and then Yoko reluctantly said: "You've been here not long... That young master is not an ordinary person. If he tells you to do something, just do it honestly." gone."

"Don't have any thought of probing, be careful..."

But Yoko was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"Be careful of what?"

"Be careful of what?"

The maid asked involuntarily.

She suddenly realized that there seemed to be a line of voice in her voice that did not belong to her, cold and soft, with a little boy's unique child's voice.

The maid and Yoko turned around immediately in fright.

Especially after seeing the face of the person in front of them clearly, they almost crawled tremblingly at each other's feet, begging for mercy like ancient maids.

"Master, master, we didn't mean it!"

The maid came to Tsushima's house not long ago, and she hasn't established herself like Yoko. No matter how you look at it, she is the most likely candidate to be kicked out of the house.

So she no longer dared to put on the appearance just now, but begged bitterly.

The Tsushima family is the leading wealthy family in Tsugaru. If the maids who do things like them are kicked out by a family like Tsushima, they will never be able to find a job in a wealthy family in the future.

Not to mention, this young master is scary enough.

Yoko lowered her head, and the rumors she had heard in the Tsushima family for several years flashed before her eyes like a movie.

[The master and his wife are in a political marriage. I heard that the master is always doing business abroad, and even when he comes back, he treats his wife with respect.Outsiders watched them being intimate, but only us servants knew that this was just a playful scene. 】

[The young master of the Tsushima family seems to have a problem with his eyes. When he was a child, he often covered his right eye and looked at people. His eyes were straight and dark like a bottomless pit. It was scary! 】

[When Madam was still a young girl, the old man originally opposed this marriage, and it was Madam who begged the old man for a long time before begging for it. 】

[I heard that the young master can see unclean things. 】

[Master seems to have another love. 】

[Madam's love for the young master has reached a sick level... Don't say that she is not allowed to leave her eyes, and there are no sharp objects in the house. Even when she goes out, she will be furious, as if someone will snatch her child away Same. 】

[Madam invited the young master to teach at home. 】

[The young master seems to be able to read people's hearts. 】

……

The rumors were like snowflakes blowing violently before Yoko's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, you didn't say any lies, you just repeated the situation of the Tsushima family." The young master smiled slightly, and said softly, "You have the right."

No matter how you look at it, this sentence is to comfort the maids, but it seems to have the opposite effect at present.

They are like dying people whose hearts have been tightly bitten by a blood snake, and their fingertips are trembling in fear——in Tsushima’s house, if they are hated by their wife, at most they will be fined or insulted. Dun kicked out of the house.

But if it is remembered by the young master...

·

The third young master in Tsushima's family was almost weird in every way.

When he was very young, the madam kept the young master by her side to take care of him personally, watching the young master almost every step of the way, from his clothing, food, housing, transportation, to the child's education, everything was in his care. The home is complete.

It is not uncommon for mothers to love their children.

The strange thing is that the madam's love for the young master has reached the point of being sick and obsessed.

I heard that it was because the young master was born most like a master who was always doing business outside, and the wife couldn't bear the long-term loneliness, so she regarded the child as a substitute for her husband.

But Yoko doesn't think so.

Because this young master is not the child who most resembles the master in appearance.

But when he looked at his wife and everything, he had an indescribably weird look, as if he could see something that didn't exist through them, which was very similar to the master.

Coupled with this handsome appearance inherited from his parents, Master Xiuzhi became the child who most resembled the master in terms of appearance.

"That's right, I want to hear what you talk about in the future."

The young master looked at them and smiled slightly.

The young master with black hair and red lips, with pale skin like a lifelike doll, fluffy and soft black hair outlines his pointed face, not to mention how cute it is.

Coupled with his old aristocratic kimono attire, he really looks like a doll held in the palm of his wife.

"........."

"........."

"Don't agree?"

The young master waited for a while, only to hear heavy panting, he seemed a little impatient, but the smile on his face deepened: "I gave you a chance."

The maid and Yoko looked at each other.

A wise man knows how to decide—

Seeing that the madam's mental condition has deteriorated to such a state, she often has hallucinations in front of her eyes, thinking that she is living in her teenage years more than 20 years ago, irritable and fragile, and the servants around her are miserable.

In such a situation, if it was an ordinary person, he would have been sent to a mental hospital long ago.

That is to say, the Tsushima family can still support his wife.

But the young master is different.

This kid can be said to be terribly smart. Compared with his two elder brothers who can barely get a bachelor's degree by sending money abroad, no matter how you look at it, the young master will become the head of the Tsushima family in the future.

Without even thinking about it, Yoko expressed his loyalty to the young master.

"It seems that you have made a choice."

The young master, who will give up his real name in the future, clapped his hands gently, and the humid wind sent a burst of cherry blossom fragrance, falling on the boy's hair and eyebrows, soft like a dream.

"In that case, please ask the other lady to leave Tsushima's house," he said.

The maid was shocked: "Eh?! Eh, but? Master..."

Before she finished her words, she realized her future.

The youngest young master of the Tsushima family watched the light in the maid's eyes fade away, as if watching the pupils of a dying person gradually shrink, but he unconsciously put his right hand on his heart, feeling the long-lost recovery and beating.

It's like touching this boundary for the first time.

So he laughed.

Like a flower growing freely in the wilderness, completely ignoring the surprise and horror of others, the young child is like a devil, embracing the life and death, sorrow and joy of others with such an innocent smile.

·

The cherry blossoms in the garden bloomed twice more, but this time my father returned to Tsugaru.

Sometimes he lives at home, sometimes not.

"Aji, where were you just now?"

Madam sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The antique silver mirror imported from the West illuminated her appearance as bright as ten years ago. It seems that time has always given some preferential treatment to beauties, and her beauty has been frozen forever. place.

The high-grade fabric of vermilion and camellia, the expensive creations of the Taisho period were mercilessly used on this expensive Okisode kimono, even the snow-white platycodon obscura obscura belt is so delicate, it can be vaguely seen that it was woven a hundred years ago. It's not easy.

This is my wife's favorite furisode, and it is also the one she wore when she got married.

Shuji Tsushima heard his mother's voice.

He turned his head to look, with no expression on his face: "I just went out for a walk."

"Where have you been?"

"patio."

"Nonsense, did you go out to play with those girls?!"

"How could it be?" Shuji Tsushima skillfully answered his mother's question, his voice was gentle and indifferent, just like his father who rarely met, his answer was as affectionate as sympathy: "I'm not going anywhere, I will always be here with you."

Madam got a satisfactory answer and fell silent.

She continued to paint her eyebrows carefully in the mirror, as if she was about to go to the most grand and gorgeous banquet in her life, dressed so gorgeously, she longed for someone to come back and take a look at her.

In the madam's eyes, there is infinite love growing wantonly, like a flock of white doves flying.

·

"You know what? The last time I listened to the rain like this was when I was 12."

The young leader sat there, the imported fountain pen in his hand as sharp as a blade.

Just like that evening after the rain, his mother, who couldn't bear it anymore, stabbed his father who hadn't returned home for a long time with such a dagger, but in the end it was his vermilion sleeve wedding dress that was stained red.

He was the one who planned it all.

He used Yoko as a pawn among his subordinates, and chopped up all the truths and illusions about his father's long absence, taught Yoko sentence by sentence, and then inadvertently told his mother, and deliberately arranged small details, breaking them down step by step. The mother's self-righteous fantasy.

"That's what their marriage is all about."

The young master was sitting at the window on the second floor, and the evening wind of early spring blew in through the window, blowing his fluffy black hair flying: "She is really boring, she keeps talking about it. She knew it very well when she got married. I love her, I have an old lover who I will never forget, my husband has his own little secret, and he can see the curse spirit... Obviously these things were very clear 20 years ago!"

Even though they knew it all, they still deceived themselves and others.

The human heart is really a strange thing.

His parents are the product of a traditional marriage. His father doesn't love his mother, but his mother has fallen in love with him at first sight and has been infatuated with him ever since.

But in fact, everyone in the Tsushima family knows that all that his father has done is to fulfill his meager sense of responsibility as a husband. As long as there is a small opportunity, this seemingly calm stagnant water will be broken .

And he was the one who provided the opportunity.

Yoko stood in a corner of the room and bowed slightly: "The madam has prepared the medicine and the dagger, and the master has just returned home. Do you want to go down and meet them?"

"no need."

Shuji Tsushima smiled and said, "I already guessed the ending."