Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

There are still three hours until dawn.

A Yin looked up at the gray night vigilantly, and ran out of the gloomy woods as soon as possible. The most urgent task is to find a shelter, and he can solve the problem of eating without seeing the light.

eat.

Ayin sighed with a sad face, clutching her hungry stomach, and went around the nearby town, trying to find a place to fill her stomach.

It is now late at night, and most of the people have gone back to the house, falling asleep.

But perhaps it was the ghost's keen sense of smell that caused Ayin to faintly smell the sweet smell of blood while standing in the empty alley, which made the glutton in her stomach want to move.

Of course, it is impossible to cannibalize people, and it is impossible to cannibalize people in this life.

It’s not just about the bottom line of being a human being. Ayin, who has finished chasing 200+ manga of Ghost Slayer, understands the future development too well. There may be a chance of survival.

The essence is the word "gou".

She doesn't eat people, so it's not a problem to get some blood to relieve her cravings, right?

Where can I not see the light all year round and still have a chance to get a blood bag?

A Yin set his sights on the only hospital in the small town from afar.

... She silently wiped away the sweat that dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Today, in the Taisho era, Japan has already taken a step towards modern times. Under the influence of Western culture from overseas, all walks of life in Japan have shown rapid technological development, and medical facilities have also changed from traditional medical centers to modern large hospitals.

According to the sign Aye saw on the roadside, this town should be located in Chiba Prefecture, Japan, in the Kanto region, one of the three future metropolitan areas in Japan, and the development of the hospital should also be at the forefront of the times.

The hospital is on duty 24 hours a day. When the nurses in white coats and work badges saw Ayin standing alone at the hospital entrance, she couldn't help asking about her professional habits.

"Hello, do you need any help?"

In the middle of the night, standing alone in front of the hospital without saying a word, combined with the girl's snow-haired red pupils, I really felt a creepy feeling of going to hell at night.

The nurse was a little nervous for some reason, and she held the document bag tightly in her hand.

The red-eyed girl suddenly raised her head and stared straight at her.

Her voice is clear, adding a bit of coolness in the quiet night, carrying the gently disturbing breeze in the air, but the ordinary syllables chew out ghostly horror.

Her lips opened and closed.

"Are you still short of people in the morgue?"

Nurse:"……??"

What kind of underworld problem at night!

The nurse was so frightened that her expression went blank, and Ayin paused subtly before realizing how misleading her statement was.

Just...you can't blame her.Before today, she was still a nerd girl, 90.00% of the nerds had the attribute of social terror, and she spoke suffocating words.

A Yin coughed lightly, she comforted the nurse for a while, and then slowly began to explain why she came here.

"...Because you ran away from home penniless, and you have physical problems and can't see the sun, so you want to work in the mortuary of the hospital?"

Ayin nodded.

It doesn't necessarily mean that the Taisho era began to be professionally introverted, a mortuary morgue, she should be able to meet...?

Using some tricks to cover up the numbers in her eyes, Ah Yin was no different from a human being in appearance. She smiled sweetly at the nurse, her eyes full of sparkling expectation.

The nurse stared at her strangely for a while, "I have to ask the dean about this matter, but the morgue of the hospital is indeed short of manpower, if you really want to..."

It was so frightening that my heart was chilled. In the middle of the night, a white-haired girl applied for a job as a mortuary mortuary, and what she said was the development of a ghost story.

Ayin put her hands together, and she bowed politely to the nurse: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

Trembling and waiting until dawn, A Yin shrank in the shadow under the eaves of the hospital, and was led by the staff to the dean's office.

As she thought, there were very few people who were willing to take up the post of morgue. After hearing about Ayin's intention, the dean expressed complete surprise, but he did not refuse—what a rare manpower.

He thoughtfully asked: "I heard that you have a low-light physique, so you can't see the sun?"

Ayin lowered her head and hummed lightly.

"That's it..." The dean looked relaxed, arranged a place for A Yin, told her the time and precautions for going to work, and let A Yin leave.

Ayin's tense mood relaxed a little, and when she was about to exit the office, she passed a doctor at the door.

The door closed a little, and Ayin heard a few words of their conversation before the sound was cut off.

"The patient in No. 302... is still not getting better?"

"Yes, the instrument shows normal, and the vital signs are basically stable, but I can't wake up for some reason..."

"The reason?"

"Still looking for it."

"With our professional strength, we still can't..."

"Do you want to hire an expert? I remember that a few days ago, there seemed to be one in the city..."

Peeping through the light source through the crack of the door, one could vaguely see the doctor's face full of melancholy, and the blue and black eye sockets indicated his deep exhaustion.

.........

Ayin felt that she could hardly hold on anymore.

Hungry dizzy.

Nested in the hospital, there are doctors and nurses walking around. The smell of disinfectant can't wash away the smell of blood in the air. It's like throwing a hungry person with his chest on his back into the pile of bread and watching the food. You can't eat it if you run away from your eyes.

For every citizen of the big foodie empire, this is torture.

A Yin decided to sneak into the blood storage room to have a full meal first, um...Be careful to hide your eyes and ears. I believe that no matter how advanced the hospital in the Taisho era was, it would not be full of 24-hour surveillance like it is in modern times.

Ayin's working hours are from evening to early morning, and she works the night shift, which fits her schedule, and her free time is during the day.

The blood storage room is at the end of the fourth floor. You have to pass the ward on the third floor and go up through the stairs.

Although Ah Yin's current strength is a disgrace to the strings, it is still no problem to hang the strings. Her light body is like a gust of wind, and she floats through the corridor like a ghost, and she reaches the third floor without disturbing anyone.

As soon as she walked into the corridor on the third floor, Ah Yin frowned.

...the atmosphere here is not quite right.

It's not because of the lack of popularity, but because of a more mysterious, viscous texture, wandering in the air, the "yin energy" that ghosts will like.

A Yin rushed to the fourth floor and didn't stay long, but when she passed by the 302 ward, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a black shadow out of the corner of her eye. run away.

She turned her head suddenly, seeing the paleness and emptiness characteristic of the hospital in front of her eyes, the black shadow just now seemed to be just her illusion.

Ayin: "..."

She turned her head stiffly, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, and ran to the fourth floor without staying for another second.

Why does this hospital blame the underworld?

Could there be other ghosts besides her?

... Just, a little scared.

If it wasn't for the blood bank at the end of the road, I'm afraid A Yin would have turned around and returned.

She locked herself in the blood bank for more than an hour, not daring to take too many blood bags, barely enough to fill her stomach, she poked her head out from behind the door, intending to return the same way.

At the corner of the corridor on the third floor, she saw a few figures walking past, so startled that she turned around and hid herself behind the wall.

The voices of those people's conversations drifted into Ayin's ears.

It was the dean and the doctor who met each other.

"It's very kind of you to have Madam, we are at a loss for what to do about this patient's condition."

When she went to cook a meal, they invited experts?So fast?

However, she had a faint premonition that something was wrong with the Yin Qi spreading on the third floor.The condition of the 302 patient may not be so simple that it can be solved by scientific means...

The soft female voice that followed was inexplicably familiar, so familiar that Ayin almost shivered.

"Please rest assured, practicing medicine to save lives is the duty of a doctor, I will try my best to help you..."

Ayin: "..."

Is that you, Maaya Sakamoto?

.........

Kyoto, in front of the main gate of the Zen Monastery.

At three poles in the sun, the huge family regained its vitality, and the lush leaves rustled, shaking off the fine rays of light on the branches and leaves.

Under the will of the owner, all the servants left the compound, returning the space and tranquility here.

"Your Excellency Zenyuan—"

Breaking the silent empty courtyard of the big family, the young man's tail dragged and stretched, and his tone of frivolous voice rose a few degrees, like a big cat lazily collapsed into a pool under the sun, flicking its big fluffy tail one after another, all the time Without a serious look, he naturally disagrees with him.

The white-haired young man in a bathrobe leaned lazily behind the door frame, with the half-closed folding fan resting in the palm of his hand. When the handle of the fan was turned, the head of the fan rested weakly against his chin.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to block the door, forcing the black-haired young man to stop in his tracks. The latter looked at him calmly, and even looked at him with a bit of coldness. There was a vague smile on the white-haired young man's lips meaning.

"what are you doing?"

"Hey, don't be so indifferent. I heard that this commission was personally assigned by His Majesty the Emperor. Can Your Excellency Zenyuan handle it alone? I have heard some rumors about 'ghosts and gods'."

"Don't bother Wu Tiao Your Excellency." The black-haired young man didn't even look at him, he waved the other's arm casually, and his voice was flat, like the cool water curtain dripping down the pond on a rainy day.

His pupils are dark in color, even the brilliance of the silver moon cannot penetrate them, they are deep and remote, and the ancient well has no waves, as if nothing in this world can disturb the calmness of the stagnant water in it.

However, the more indifferent he is, the more Wujo wants to play tricks on him, deliberately spreading his wings at the edge of his patience.

"It's outrageous to say that," he shook his head, and followed the black-haired young man who had already gone away in two or three steps. "I am asking about the assignment of the Chanyuan Lord out of humanitarian concern. How many colleagues are there? I even pushed off family affairs to visit you."

The monastery responded with "Oh", and said that you should go back now, before the elders react.

"Tch, no." The white-haired young man curled his lips, "Rather than detour with those boring old men, I would rather be sent out of the capital together with Your Excellency Zenyuan."

"..." The black-haired young man stopped in his tracks, and turned around.

Sure enough, what appeared in front of his eyes were five handwritten orders from His Majesty the Emperor, obtained from nowhere, which were exactly the same as those of the Buddhist monastery except for the signature.

How could he let go of this rare opportunity to stay away from Kyoto and Gojo's house.

"Your Excellency Zenyuan, you can't refuse me to go with you, can you?" Wujo shook his hand with a smile.

The expression of Zen Yuan finally changed. He held his forehead and let out a feather-light sigh, full of helplessness.

"...as you please."