I swept Yokohama with a vest

The black-haired girl lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Sorry, I really don't know you."

She fell into a state of tension and extreme vigilance. The person in front of her was very dangerous, very dangerous, and to some extent, even more dangerous than Ghost Mai Tsuji.

Even if she is just a human being, she still exudes a strong fragrance.

However, a human being with a firm belief and willingness to die for the goal is definitely more difficult to deal with than an oni who only wants to survive, even if the force value of this person is very different from that of Oni Mai Tsuji.

Then here comes the problem, if Wu Mi is also here, he will kill this human with a high probability, and with his force value, he is likely to succeed, but Wu Mi is not here, and Asama Tsuko, unfortunately, is very weak .

Fortunately, this human being didn't intend to draw his sword.

She took a few steps forward, stared at the black-haired girl with a smile, and said, "It feels like you haven't changed, you're still the same age as you were three or four years ago."

The sound of a violent collision came from a distance, and the human looked back at the place where the fighting sound came from, that is, the front of the car, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that there has been a fight."

When she looked at the black-haired girl again, she smiled slightly: "I'll go ahead and have a look first... that's right."

Just like when she came, when she left, she still flipped out like a fluttering butterfly, and her gentle voice came along the night.

"My lord is very worried about you."

After the sound of footsteps on the roof disappeared, Osamu Dazai slowly sat back to his original position, and calmly said in surprise, "Hey, why are you looking at me like that? It's so sad."

"I should be the one who should be sad." The black-haired girl said softly, "You know my identity, but you still guide the people from the Ghost Killing Squad to see me. I'm almost going to die here."

When she said this, her eyelashes were still drooping, and the colorful night scene outside the car window occasionally shone on her face, making her eyes obscure, but her voice was still the same, with a unique and elegant way of eloquence, not to mention As if accusing.

"No." Dazai Osamu said: "You will not die so happily and easily, at least you will live in pain for more than 100 years."

Having said that, it was without the Butterfly Effect. Osamu Dazai was not sure if Tsuko Asama had met the member of the Demon Slayer Squad just now on this train in her original life, but he still made noise on purpose , to draw the other party over, and then wake up Tsuko Asama.

Just like when he was with Madam Li before, he also intervened.

After all, this is just a memory of photos, no matter what happens to it, it cannot change the reality.

The black-haired girl didn't feel cursed at all, and thanked very flatly: "Ah, thank you for your blessing, I will try my best to live to be more than 100 years old."

Anyway, for ghosts, they live for hundreds of years and still have the same appearance.

"Come on." Dazai Osamu looked at the black-haired girl.

Asama Tsuko, when she first came into contact with her, she would feel that she was like a thick mist. After knowing her for a long time, Dazai Osamu gradually walked into the mist, and met the soft body of the other party in the thick mist , After getting to know each other for a long time, they started to hug each other, and then felt the other person's body veins clearly.

But this intimate hug and the veins of body bones are tailor-made by the other party according to your personality and thinking, just like a spider not only weaves a huge web for hunting, but also waits quietly in the web for a long time.

So after knowing each other for so long, especially after living together for two months, the black-haired girl is no longer the same as she used to deal with Osamu Dazai and Wu Mi at the beginning, but has learned to slowly adjust her personality and anger.

Up to now, it can even radiate a brilliant survival instinct.

Because she knew that Osamu Dazai was interested in such a person.

But camouflage will also affect people's original character. Smart people will feel pain sooner or later after living in this world for a long time.

His smile deepened and he repeated: "Come on, I'll be waiting for you."

The black-haired girl's expression was instantly suspicious, and she asked cautiously: "You..."

The words were interrupted by a sudden roar, and then the earth was turned upside down, some luggage fell like snowflakes, and the scream was the severe wind blowing along with the snowflakes.

—The train turned inside out.

Osamu Dazai wrapped one hand around the waist of Hatsukano Chiko, hooked the back of the seat with the other, and before the train completely turned over, he led the black-haired girl to the bottom seat.

There was an even louder roar, as well as the sound of glass shattering and human screams. Osamu Dazai's breathing was covered by something soft. At the moment when the thing above fell, the black-haired girl stretched out her hand and forcibly pressed down on his chest. Head, pressed him into his arms, and then hugged him, blocking things that might fall from above for him.

After those long and piercing seconds, the surroundings became completely quiet, like a silent forest at night.

A person's light breathing sounded from the angle formed by the seat and the ruins of the train, but Osamu Dazai did not speak.

In fact, there are not many things falling from above. The most dangerous thing is that if there is no support point, the train may directly photograph it.

He stretched his body, adjusted his posture with the black-haired girl, and tucked her into his arms.

Regardless of whether she was injured or not, anyway, the black-haired girl froze immediately. She obediently hugged Osamu Dazai's waist, and said softly, "It hurts——"

Lie, you don't feel pain at all.

But disqualification in the world is a passive ability. After such contact, the black-haired girl will become a human.

He reminded for the last time, whispering: "You are going to become a human, but you can regret it."

*

It was dawn, and the dizzy red sun jumped up from the horizon, clearly illuminating the land: the horrific train ruins, the people who were rescued one after another, the ghosts fleeing in embarrassment, and the seriously injured members of the ghost killing team.

Kamado Tanjiro carried a seriously injured innocent person to an empty place next to him, then returned to the area where the train fell down, and continued to investigate according to the area where the person was just rescued.

Here comes the advantage of a keen sense of smell. At this time, it is very difficult for someone not to be injured. As long as you sniff carefully, you can smell where there are injured people.Humans can be smelled even if someone is not hurt.

Then there was a strange smell.

... Seriously speaking, this smell is like human beings, but it is mixed with a bit of weird fragrance. When you smell it, you can feel weird and bad, just like the kind of lure that some plants emit when they hunt. The smell of people is also mixed with a slight smell of blood.

Wait, maybe it smells like perfume or rouge.

Tanjiro got rid of the subconscious ominous feeling in his mind, followed this smell to a place, and asked, "Excuse me, are the people inside still awake?"

The strange aroma spread suddenly, but no one responded immediately. A few seconds later, when Tanjiro thought that the people inside had lost consciousness and was about to start digging, the ruins in front of him actually started to move.

A person pushes the cover above his head and barely sits up halfway.

The survivor was indeed a woman. She was wearing a kimono, and a red mark flashed across her wrist between the sleeves. She raised her hand, gently covered the collarbone, and said softly, "Excuse me, Are you from the rescue team?"

The accent is so unique...is it a foreigner?

Tanjiro replied: "Uh, the rescue team hasn't arrived yet, we're from the Demon Slayer Team."

For some reason, his eyes subconsciously avoided the lady in front of him. After making sure that the other person was not seriously injured, he stopped staring at her and didn't really want to be watched by her.

Obviously this survivor is only about a teenager, younger than him, and his hair and clothes are a bit messy, but...

It may be because of the reddish eye ends of the other party, or the ups and downs of the chest trying to calm down, or it seems that she is too scared, so she bit her lips.

She seemed to have heard about the Ghost Killing Squad, so she immediately relaxed, blinked tiredly, and leaned back slightly.

Obviously there was nothing behind her, and Tanjiro didn't smell anything other than this scent and the slightly imperceptible smell of blood, but she seemed to be embraced by someone, and she No need to support, just lean on the support point.

After she relaxed, her hoarse voice leaked out. She smiled slightly and said, "It turns out to be members of the Ghost Killing Squad. I've heard about you, the warriors who are fighting against ogres on the front line."

This kind of praise is really——

Before Tanjiro subconsciously answered, she glanced around and said softly: "If it weren't for you, many people might die here today."

But there are still people who have not been rescued, Tanjiro stretched out his hand: "Excuse me, do you need me to pull you out?"

The other party stared at his hand for a few seconds, then covered his lips and smiled lightly: "I'm not injured, I can go up by myself - there are other people in this carriage, I don't know how they are?"

Indeed, he smelled the smell of blood a little far away, and then smelled the faint smell of blood nearby and the black-haired girl's somewhat resistant expression. Tanjiro hesitated for a few seconds before saying: "...then I'll go save the others first."

The girl smiled slightly, lowered her eyes and said: "I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

When he walked away quickly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the spot where the black-haired girl raised her hand to block, there were some light or heavy red marks between the collarbones that were not covered by the clothes... It didn't look like they were smashed .

Smelling the strong smell of blood, he rushed to the next place where a rescuer was needed, and after rescuing the other person, Tanjiro looked back at the place where the strange girl was just now, and found that the other person had already come out, and now he was sideways Sitting on the ruins.

From this direction, only half of the other person's face can be seen, she is still looking up and smiling quietly, but before she looked up at Tanjirou, now she is... looking at the sun?

The strange behavior just now has increased again, and her current posture still has no support point of her own, as if someone is hugging her waist and kissing her delicately.

The breeze blew her long hair half loose, but none of it caught her face.

...Still weird.

When Tanjiro carried the wounded to the open area, he still had a strange feeling in his heart, maybe it was a fighting instinct, even though his eyes didn't see it, his nose didn't smell it, but he just felt that there seemed to be an owner there. People who can't see it.

Not only because of the girl's soft and boneless posture, but also because of the weirdness he noticed when looking at the other party.

After everyone was rescued, the weird scent had been blown away by the wind. The source was not sitting on the wreckage of the train, nor was she among the rescued crowd. She was like a cloud blown away by the wind. , without a trace.