Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

The ancient mansions located in Tokyo, where every inch of land is expensive, generally have some legends passed down by word of mouth.

For example, Nu Liang's house is often passed down by children outside as a big house of monsters, in which there are monsters that eat people.

Leaving aside the cannibalism, monsters... really do exist.

The face that belonged to the leader of the first generation Nuliang group, the big monster who led the Hyakki Yakuza in the book of "Don't Blame", that is, Nuliang Rikusheng's grandfather, the pure-blooded slick ghost, smirked and smoked a cigarette, ignoring the bustle on the other side of the room, and raised his face cheerfully. With a sharp back of his head, he happily picked up the hot tea that Mrs. Wakaca had just brought up.

That short and shrunken appearance did not show the demeanor of the former Lord of the Night Walk at all.

But it's true, his grandson Nuliang Lusheng is responsible for his Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts, and now he is just an old man who hangs out and eats free food.

"It's all three generations, Sakura Hime."

Nuliang Huapiao conveyed the pride in his sigh to his human wife who died of old age, and the beautiful cherry blossoms bloomed more and more dazzling in the morning wind.

Fukiishi's own disaster has only just begun.

When Nura Rikusheng didn't notice at all, a fanatical wave of monsters was gathering in the main mansion, and what would this bring... You can see it just by looking at the plate of diamond-shaped ice picks that turned out.

Fukiishi, who was dragged by Nuliang Rikusheng to apply the medicine, looked at the girl in front of him with "wow", with long dark blue hair and a dazed expression, and the "ice" she held in her hand to cool down.

Fuishi tentatively picked up a triangular piece of ice with two fingers, but no accident, the pulp of his finger was scratched deeply, and blood quickly overflowed.

"Wow!"

The only Xue Nu and Chuan Bingli in the Nuliang group were so frightened that they burst into tears on the spot, "Blood! It's blood! Stop the bleeding!"

Fukiishi: "..." Judging from this reaction, I knew that the other party must not have done it on purpose, sighed, and just met the disapproving gaze of Nuliang Rikusheng, and then laughed, "There is such a cute girl in your family, and there is also a girl from before. Big sister who serves tea, you are blessed!" She squeezed her eyes deliberately.

Nuliang Rikusheng suddenly collapsed his serious expression, full of helplessness, "Take your hand here."

Fukiishi obediently handed over his left hand. The scald medicine had just been put on the right hand, and now the left hand was going to be put on a Band-Aid.

"Mao Changyou is an elder who works at home." After a moment of silence, with Chuan Bingli's panicked apology as the background sound, Nuliang Lusheng suddenly said: "Bingli is my childhood sweetheart, who helped me a lot in junior high school, I remember You've seen her too, from the same school as us, but in a different class."

"..."

Can I say that after leaving your house in a coma, I subconsciously threw everything related to the mansion deep in my brain, and it belongs to the column that does not need to be recalled?

"Hahaha, so it is like this!"

Of course not!

Fuishi was embarrassed to see a girl who is very cute but always behaves strangely, "Ji Chuan-san?"

"Yes!"

Ji Chuan Bingli immediately sat up straight, covering her face pitifully with her sleeves, tears falling one by one, "I didn't mean it, woo woo woo!"

Fukiishi waved: "Okay, okay, I know, so I can ask..."

"Bingli, why did you send ice?" Nuliang Lusheng interrupted with a gentle expression, but in the eyes of Xuenv, who knew her young master very well, she actually looked angry, and she hurriedly explained in a panic: " Yes, I heard that someone got burned, so I sent ice..."

For burns, use ice, yes.

but……

Nura Rikusheng looked at a tray of "ice cubes" with sharp edges.

However, Chuishi still didn't understand his worry, so he interrupted with a smile: "It's more like a horse nail in the Warring States period."

"..."

Why do you say that the tools of war that are used to sprinkle on the road, trampled by running horses and fall down are so cute?

and many more!

cute? ? !

Nuliang Rikusheng immediately reacted, and asked in disbelief: "Bing Li, you don't think this shape is cute, so you sent it?"

Snow Girl Bingli: "No, can't you?" She shyly hid half of her face, her eyes were wide open.

"..."

This kid has no bad intentions at all.

Up to now, Fuishi fully understands Ji Chuan Bingli's feelings about sending the "murder weapon".

It’s nothing more than simple ice cubes are too ordinary, girls who want to make some better patterns, of course, there is no rule out the introduction of Nura Rikusheng, who wants to send cute and beautiful things to please as Nura I am the one with Lusheng friends.

It may be that there is a problem with the aesthetics, which has caused a not-so-good misunderstanding.

Thinking of this, Fuishi showed a happy smile, and shook his hands vigorously in front of the timid Bingli, attracting her attention, "Hello, my name is Fuishi, I heard from the person next to me that you and I are from the same middle school? "

Ji Chuan Bingli timidly raised her head and nodded slightly, "My name is Ji Chuan Bingli."

Seeing such a cute and cute girl, Fukiishi let go of his guard against Nura Mansion again, and happily said: "Do you like ancient hidden weapons?"

"Like it! Look at the corners, the sharpness, the sharpness! I like it very much!"

Seeing a little girl who looks like a quail that fell into the water suddenly become radiant, what would ordinary people think?

Anyway, Fuishi's mood also became happy.

Listening to Ji Chuan Bingli's bright eyes talking about all kinds of ancient hidden weapons, Chuishi nodded frequently in response, and "this person" next to them looked at them speechlessly for a while, and then found himself excluded in a lonely way.

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

Since he is a good old man, he is destined not to rush forward to interrupt the two girls' harmonious communication, so he sighed, casually crossed his long legs, and tidied up the medicines that had just been used in the first aid kit.

"Three generations! Everyone wants to meet the girl who came back here..."

"Stop it, Little Monk Natto!"

The natto monk who suddenly appeared from under the floor is a traditional Japanese monster, but whether it is traditional or not, the place where he appeared was the place where the "hidden weapon" was placed.

Because of the different directions in which the tatami was lifted, Fuishi did not see the strange appearance of the natto monk, but a row of sharp ice picks rubbed against her cheeks, arms, and calves, and were nailed to the walls, paper doors, and floors.

In just a short while, Fukiishi's cheeks were oozing blood, and the skin exposed after the kimono was broken quickly turned from white to red.

The horse nails made by Xuenv are even sharper than iron, and it is not a problem at all to work part-time as a club dart.

Bingli's eyes widened and she didn't react at all. She seemed to realize that ice is too delicate. It would be like a murder weapon for humans. She knelt down on the spot and kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wow! I'm sorry! qaq"

It's clearly not your fault, why are you being modest.

Fuishi really wanted to say this, but her body froze in place and her throat was tight, making it impossible for her to move to comfort the Bingli girl.

Just now, she clearly saw how those ice nails flew towards her, and how they passed her body.

The beautiful ice artwork is as sharp as Oi Chuan Bingli boasted, so when she cut her clothes and hurt her body, she was only aware of the coolness sensory, and then blood came out.

An understatement.

Because of such an understatement, Fukiishi couldn't move at all, and it was hard for her not to think about what would happen if these ice nails were aimed at her throat, eyes, or fatal parts of the human body.

Fukiishi who didn't respond for a long time made Nulianglu panic. He kept calling her name in her ear, but Fuishishi, who was always optimistic and bold, ignored him at all, not only ignored him, but also pushed him tentatively. She didn't respond at all.

It's like the soul flies out of the sky.

"Fuishi! Fuishi?! What's wrong with you, don't scare me! Fuishi!" Nuliang Lusheng patted her face in a helpless way, warming her face, and then shook her gently by holding her shoulders. This time it finally worked .

Fukiishi's eyeballs moved slowly, and fixed on Nura Rikusheng, his lips opened and closed slightly.

Nuliang Rikusheng immediately passed his ear over as if he had done it a thousand times, and when he felt Fukiishi's breath, he also heard her words.

"I want to go home, I want to go home..."

"..."

The soft, murmur-like low tone, like crying, and trembling before crying, made Nura Rikusheng's heart go cold.

"...I'll take you home." Nuliang Lusheng helped her up, and nodded to Ji Chuan Bingli who kept apologizing, "Calm down, you're not to blame for this."

But who can blame her?

Natto monk?

Thinking of the Nura Rikusheng who told him about the plan of all the monsters in the mansion, his head suddenly hurt. How should he explain the misunderstanding?

Or should I say, how many "dangers" are there for ordinary people along the way?

Monsters are just playing around, and they may cause fatal injuries to ordinary people.

He couldn't help looking at the girl supported by him, visually he only saw her hair, but Fukiishi's slightly trembling body made him sigh.

Nuliang Rikusheng: "Let's go."

Fukiishi trembled all over, keenly heard that Nura Rikusheng's tone was wrong, she didn't want to make it like this, and she didn't like to cause trouble for others, so she bit her lip and tried to slow down from the danger.

This feeling is also felt when encountering robbers in convenience stores, but after all, she was rescued, so she didn't feel much, but like this unavoidable "accident", it was precisely because of the accident that she was slow to come to her senses .

Nuliang Rikusheng walked along with Fuishi, and gradually found that Fuishi's body temperature had returned to normal, and his posture was no longer just walking forward, he thoughtfully slowed down.

Fuishi lightly shook Nuliang Lusheng's hand on her shoulder, and when he let go naturally, she raised her head and frowned.

"I don't want that."

"..." Nuliang Lusheng looked at her bloody face, raised his hand and wiped away the blood with his thumb, "I know."

You have always been a hardworking person.

This little injury is nothing in Lu Sheng's eyes, and even in the eyes of most monsters, it is an injury that can heal immediately without treatment.

Lu Sheng, who solved the rebellion of the Nuliang Group in junior high school, and went to Kyoto to eliminate the thousand-year-old monster Yu Yihu, had suffered more serious injuries than this.

But this does not mean that he will forget the fragility and strength of human beings.

For example, Bingli can use ice as a murderous weapon, that is because she is a snow girl, her nature is to use ice and snow, and she is born with cold.

But human beings are not. They are fragile and need to wear warm clothes in winter, and need to reduce their clothes in summer or they will get sick. They must have vehicles for travel, and their weak bodies can't even withstand the ordinary blows of the weakest monsters.

Exactly so, this is what he and his Nuragumi must protect.

Nuliang Lusheng looked deeply at Fuishi, and kept rubbing his thumbs against the bloody spot on her face. He withdrew his hand before she felt disgusted, and said with a wry smile, "I knew it, my family is too dangerous for you."

I knew from the last time you came, that I shouldn't have brought you back this time.

The Fuishi girl who couldn't hear Nuliang Rikusheng's hidden meaning didn't understand Nuliang Rikusheng's meaning, but she could tell the disappointment in the other party's words.

"Nura Lusheng!"

The girl's unhappy voice rang in Nuliang Lusheng's ears. The image of pinching his waist with both hands was like a vase, and Fuishi glared at him: "It's me who is wrong?" The clothes delivered are ruined!"

"……what?"

Nuliang Rikusheng blinked and followed her movements. The girl's subtle figure wrapped in a kimono was like a budding lily, which was already fragrant before it was developed.

Chuishi said angrily: "Why are you complaining? A poor person like me who wants to lose money should cry, okay? Ruining the clothes Mrs. Wakaca kindly gave me, wow, just thinking about it makes me feel heinous, Fuck, you're still laughing, you're laughing, laugh! Stop laughing, hey, Nuliang Rikusheng, stop laughing!"

Nuliang Lusheng covered his mouth, curled the corners of his eyes and brows with a smile, and avoided Fuishi when he approached Fuishi to cover his mouth in feigned anger, a gentle smile stretched out on his handsome face.

"I don't think my mother will be angry. You really don't plan to deal with it before leaving? It's still bleeding."

He stretched out his fingers and pointed to various parts of Fuishi's body. Although the wound was not deep, it was still bleeding.

"No," Fuishi shook his head resolutely when he returned to his usual state, "I thought about it, I might have had a conflict with an old house like yours, didn't I? It hurts me the most every time I explore haunted houses with you Seriously, that’s why I quit the club afterwards.”

Back then, the members of the Qing Cross Strange Detective Team organized around the son of the chaebol, Qing Cross Kiyosuke, even included Nuliang Lusheng, the son of the great monster and the grandson of the slippery ghost.

Fuishi was a member who was dragged away at the time, but every time something happened, the facts were tragic, and he had no choice but to leave the group.

By the way, Ji Chuan Bingli joined the group after her.

Following Fukiishi's words, recalling the memories of junior high school, Nura Rikusheng's slightly cold expression eased, and his gentle, water-like wine-orange eyes stared at Fukiishi, as if he wanted to drown her.

"Blowing Stone..."

The atmosphere is just right, and the feelings that sprouted from the ambiguous youth are nourished and grow wildly.

The author has something to say:

When I wrote this chapter, I pondered over whether the plot was appropriate, and finally decided this way, because Fukiishi is indeed an ordinary person now, because he is ordinary, he is weak, and any monster is dangerous to her, so her physique was born. But certainly not forever -v-.