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Haruki Hayashi was awakened by the suffocation feeling close to death.

Something unknown was tightly wrapped around his neck, greedily compressing the gap in his trachea for absorbing air, squeezing every ounce of sweet breath out of his throat.

The pressure on the trachea was getting bigger and bigger, and the feeling of suffocation that was infinitely close to death directly dragged Haruki Yoshiyama out of his sleep.

【system? 】Being locked in the throat by something unknown, Haruki Juyama's first reaction was to call the system while cautiously trying to judge the size of the incoming person in order to prepare for the next tactics.

Years of various mission careers have allowed Haruki Juyama to make countless enemies in almost every world. At the end of each mission, the mission world is usually full of enemies. If an enemy comes to assassinate him a day, he will have 360 ​​enemies a year. Everyone I meet in the sky can be different.

Being able to survive such a high-intensity vengeance until the end of the mission, Haruki Juyama's vigilance and strength were trained to the highest level.

Things are clearly not right now.

Who can bypass his body's instinctive alert response and systematic guarding, and wrap the rope around his neck silently?

【system?are you still there? ] The expected systemic reply did not appear, Haruki Jushan carefully maintained his breathing smoothly, tried his best not to move his eyeballs, trying to give the people behind him the illusion that he was still in a deep sleep and hadn't woken up yet.

The system emits a series of long current sounds.

The system is still there.

Haruki Jushan can hardly feel the existence of the person behind him now, no breathing, no body temperature, or even the sound of cloth rubbing between movements, which means that the person who came to seek revenge may not even be human.

Being able to bypass the two lines of defense directly threatened his life, but he wasted the great opportunity before and didn't take action, so the people here were waiting for him to wake up.

Very well, it would be the biggest wrong decision he made if he didn't kill him immediately.

Haruki Jushan could fight back at any time.

The question now is, who is coming?

【system?Can you see who it is? ] Haruki Juyama asked.

system:【……】

Is he still awake?

[You hair yourself. 】it says.

Haruki Juyama:? ? ?

[Do you still remember that you have long hair now? ] The system's tone was complicated, 【Last night you almost slept like a spring roll. 】

There was a bit of heavy speechlessness in the mechanical voice without ups and downs: [At three o'clock in the morning, when you rolled from the other side of the bed to the other side of the bed, your whole body was already covered with hair. 】

[And you,] the system paused, and the tone was full of admiration, [you actually didn't wake up until after nine o'clock, and you didn't strangle yourself to death. 】

【It's amazing. 】It looked at Haruki Jushan with a confused face, and concluded his statement.

Haruki Jushan, who hadn't woken up yet and was in the air of getting up: 【Ah? 】

[I still have the video,] The system saw his confused face and slow tone, 【Do you want to see your sleeping appearance? 】

Jushan Haruki: 【...No. 】

He's fully awake now.

He's not in a world full of enemies, and he hasn't gone on any new missions. He's in the main house of the Miyashiki family. The room where he sleeps is said to be where Yoya Miyashiki gave each of Kuzhu and Haruki Hayashi as soon as he regained his memory. They all reserved a room.

You can come back anytime.

Tanjiro also seems to have a room here, which is convenient for him to come here to train every weekend, but he usually likes to live in the dojo, and it is still a bit far away from the kendo hall.

Only his room has been empty in the past few years, and his real master was not ushered in until yesterday.

That is to say, in the modern age where it is absolutely safe and there are no ghosts except him, no one intends to seek revenge.

Thanks to the General Administration, now he doesn't have to frisk and make countless enemies in every world, and fight all over the world with one person and one sword.

——But now he has to pay for the sins he committed before, to repair a bunch of psychological shadows.

Honestly, it might as well be fighting.

Haruki Jushan sighed in his heart while untying the hair that was wrapped around his neck.

At least in a fight, he can know that killing the final boss can pass the level smoothly, and the small troubles on the way are all sidelines.

system:?The trouble you caused is small? ? ?

However, the advantage of being transferred to the logistics team is that now I can finally sleep in. Haruki Jushan finally rescued himself from the spring roll skin, and looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh of relief.

The room he woke up in was not as big as a bedroom, but rather a room that combined a study and a living room. It was so big that he could roll three or four times in the middle of the night and turn himself into spring rolls. Remote controlled sunroof.

Obviously, this room has been unoccupied all year round, and the people who cleaned it regularly closed the shades habitually.

【Fortunately, the visor was not open,】 Haruki Haruki untied the hair wrapped around his neck, lying on the bed in a daze, 【Otherwise, I would have confessed here before I woke up. 】

System: 【...Do you think I'm dead? 】

It is a hard-working part-timer working 24 hours a day, won't it wake up Haruki Jushan?

I don’t know if this miraculous design comes from the collective ptsd of everyone in the Ghost Slayer Squad. Anyway, a skylight is opened above the bed to ensure that the sun can fill the entire room at any angle to the maximum. It still looks weird.

What is it that I got up and saw the interior decoration design that I wanted to hit someone.

Sleeping soundly early in the morning, a beam of sunlight directly coming over to wake people up, is this still a human thing?

The ankle-length hair occupies more space on the bed than Haruki Yoshiyama himself, and Haruki Yoshiyama, who is still angry after getting up and doesn't want to leave the big bed, rolled around on it, bargaining with the system Crosstalk.

Butterfly Shinobi opened the door and came in at this time.

Haruki Uyama, who was covered with long hair, was awkwardly lying on the bed in a distorted posture, and met her eyes for the first time in a hundred years.

Butterfly closed the door calmly.

Haruki Jushan touched his heart with lingering fear.

The moment Die Ren walked in just now, he suddenly felt the guilty feeling of being caught by her before sneaking out to go out on a mission - Die Ren had this expression when he slipped away before.

Violent wet nurses are just horrific.

Butterfly opened the door again, holding a plate of medicine and looked at Haruki Jushan expressionlessly.

Haruki Juyama: "...good morning?"

Butterfly endured: "You want to run?"

Jushan Haruki didn't understand, so he touched his face: "? Why am I running?"

Butterfly Ninja: ...

When she opened the door for the first time and came in, she saw Haruki Yoshiyama who was almost wrapped in silver-white hair, making one wonder if if she came a step late, his cocoon would be formed.

She felt that the way she opened it was probably wrong, so she opened the door again—so she got an expression like seeing the head teacher behind the teacher.

Butterfly Ninja's ptsd rose instantly.

This is a guilty expression that seems to be about to run away in the next second.

Haruki Jushan didn't know that he had a deep shadow on him running around without following the doctor's orders!

"Huh?" Haruki Jushan seemed to have just remembered something, "Why are you here, Shinobu?"

Did you just notice that it was her?

"Why don't you open the window?" Butterfly gritted her back molars reluctantly, and while picking through her medicines and medical equipment in the tray, she flicked on the light in the room and complained.

The room was so dark that she could see a ghost.

The owner of the room turned over and said plausibly: "It's reasonable, I'm sleeping."

"Who sleeps with the window open?" He was confident.

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"Why do you care so much about me, Shinobu?" Haruki Jushan rolled on the bed, trying to wrap himself into an immobile silkworm chrysalis, and asked, swaying left and right.

"You think I want to come?" Butterfly cast a speechless glance at him, "The Lord asked me to check your body."

"Ah?" Jushan Haruki was puzzled, "Is there anything to check on my body?"

He frantically freed himself from a pile of hair clocks, huddled them together and tumbled off the bed.

The hair that was so smooth yesterday was draped behind him in a mess under his torture, showing the injustice and slovenliness of the owner to everyone who saw it.

It was a waste of money to grow such fine hair on his skull.

Butterfly forcibly suppressed the obsessive-compulsive disorder in his heart and wanted to smooth his hair, and explained: "Most people's past and present experiences are too different after recovering their memories. The most common action is to use the breathing method directly on the body without any training."

"So my lord asked me to see if you were injured due to improper use of breathing techniques."

"Who knows that you haven't woken up yet." Butterfly endured rolling his eyes.

"If I hadn't happened to be free this morning, I wouldn't have come to examine you," she finally found the equipment to use, walked over and kicked Haruki Jushan unceremoniously, "stretch out your hand."

Jushan Haruki accepted the examination obediently: "I have never used breathing method before."

In fact, he had no breathing at all.

When he came to this world before, he always used his own moves.

Of course, in order to fool everyone in the past, he still made up a breathing method that was only suitable for him to cover up the fact that his physical fitness is stronger than ordinary people.

And there will be no injuries on his body at all.

This is a fresh body just unpacked from the nutrient solution a few days ago, and it has been locked in a sterile room and eaten grass for three days. I am afraid that there are no wounds on the whole body except the needle holes left after the blood was drawn yesterday. up.

Butterfly Ninja obviously noticed this too.

"You don't have any injuries on your body?" She was incredulous.

Jushan Haruki: "...Could it be that you still want me to be injured all over?"

At such a close distance, he finally saw clearly what the pile of medicine that Butterfly Ninja brought in was all about. Aren't these all the medicines he used when he was injured?

Although the packaging of these medicines has been changed after a hundred years, as an ADHD patient who was forced by these things to recuperate in the ward for three months, Haruki Jushan recognized these devil medicines at a glance.

I don’t know if Butterfly Ninja specially made it for him. The wounds that were smeared with these medicines healed several times faster than normal, but during the medication, the parts where the medicines were applied would experience uncontrollable stiffness, simply to prevent him from running away. Tailored.

Co-author Butterfly Shinobi came this time with the intention of keeping him on the bed for three months to recuperate.

"Is my image in your heart full of injuries?" Jushan Haruki twitched the corner of his mouth, subconsciously moving away from the plate of medicine.

"Then what else?" Butterfly Ren replied smoothly, "When I saw you before, when did you have a bad body?"

"It's unscientific," she rubbed her chin in confusion and pondered, "How could you have no wounds at all, not only no new wounds, but no scars from old wounds."

"Are you still Jushan Haruki? Don't just change people?"

Even if Jushan Haruki is an ordinary person who has nothing to do with these things in his life, doesn't the country and China fight?It's too outrageous that there is no injury on the body. There must be some small bumps since childhood, right?

Is this really Haruki Juyama?Don't be dropped, right?

Seeing the unbelievable look on Butterfly Ren's face, Jushan Haruki raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "If it's fake, I'll pay ten for the fake one."

He never expected that he would be questioned that he was not his own day because of too few injuries on his body.

Butterfly shuddered: "There is no need to pay ten."

——Ten Jushan Haruki, who can bear this.

Think of it as a drawing of hell.

"You comb your hair," Butterfly Ren finally couldn't hold back his obsessive-compulsive disorder. He looked around the room to find a comb and threw it away. "I'll wait for the lord to come back to see the lord."

"He went out?" Jushan Haruki asked while combing his hair while catching the comb with one hand.

When I called yesterday, Butterfly Shinobu's sister said that the protagonist of the test drug had fallen asleep recently, so Yoshiyuki Tomioka and Tengen Usui brought him over and he went back to his room. Unexpectedly, he woke up the next morning Zai went out again.

It is no less than a busy person a hundred years ago.

Haruki Jushan sighed.

"Going to a meeting," Butterfly Ren glanced at him, "My lord is very busy."

Especially as the heir of the Ubayashiki family who is troubled by Wu Mi every day.

——Sometimes she can't help but just go directly to the drug dead ghost Mai Tsuji.

"Is that so..." Jushan Haruki touched his chin.

It seems that Gui Wu Tsuji was also very busy before, and he didn't come back for three or four days after he told his father to leave. He was a hard-working overtime worker who fainted at work again when he heard the news again.

Why are Onimiya Tsuji Mumi and Ubuyashiki Yoya so dedicated?It made him feel guilty for no reason, a person who slept until after nine o'clock.

"By the way," Jushan Haruki suddenly remembered something, "Where are Yiyong and Yinzhu?"

Yusui Tianyuan and Tomioka Yoshiyuki came back with him yesterday, right?

"Back to the crew." Butterfly replied with a cold snort.

"Ah?" Jushan Haruki was baffled by her sudden change of attitude.

Before he could ask further, Die Ren continued to say in a cold voice: "Scum like Tong Mo can still be liked as a star."

"Sooner or later, Wu Mi will be poisoned together."

Jushan Haruki: Now he seriously suspects Butterfly Shinobi must be one of the heads of Tongmo black fans.

——Which one is tirelessly spreading black material on various social platforms in an attempt to tarnish his reputation.

"Xiao Ren?" Butterfly Kanae knocked on the door, "Is Ju Shan's health serious?"

Butterfly stayed there for a long time. She was worried that Haruki Jushan's physical condition was too serious, so she stopped by to have a look.

"What's wrong with him?" Butterfly jingled the bottles on the tray unhappily. "He's healthy enough to go out and kill a cow right now."

Jushan Haruki: "...that's still a bit forced."

At least he can't go out now.

It was sunny outside the door, he went out purely to seek death.

"Then I came in?" Kanae pushed the door open and came in, pursing her lips and smiling at Haruki Jushan, who was struggling with a comb and long hair, and said helplessly, "The sound column that sent you and Shui Zhu went out early to go to the set, and Xiao Ren and I were busy changing the dressing for the lord in the morning, so we came late."

"It's not too late," Butterfly complained to her sister, "Jushan Haruki only got up!"

Jushan Haruki: "...you are jealous that I can sleep late."

Butterfly Shinobi: Hold back, you can't hit someone in front of your sister.

Kanae couldn't hold back a chuckle, and smoothly found a step for Haruki Jushan: "Maybe Jushan was very tired yesterday?"

Butterfly snorted coldly: "It's as if we don't get tired after changing medicines and testing medicines every day."

"If it wasn't for testing the medicine for the lord, why would I wake up so early." She secretly glared at Jushan Qingshu.

[Let's talk sarcasticly next time, I will aggravate the stiffness with the medicine. 】

Jushan Haruki returned with a terrified look: 【Hey, I'm not hurt. 】

What's more, today is different from the past, he is a ghost now that he is promising, and he doesn't have to worry about recovery after injury at all. The medicine that Butterfly Ninja made to sanction him may no longer be useful.

"But my lord's condition..." Butterfly Kanae rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "...now we can't do it alone."

"The experts at Dongda University who are good at this direction had disappeared for several months before we got here." Butterfly took out his phone and refreshed the information, frowning.

While wrestling with the long hair, Jushan Haruki leaned his head over to look at the photo of the expert.

Coincidentally, he has seen this expert before.

Isn't this the same expert in the lab, the one standing outside the sterile room while drawing his blood.

He was still puzzled by the system at the time, why he was the only one who seemed to know nothing about these things.

It turns out that the major they are researching is not the direction of biology.

Oni Mai Tsuji Mucan, is this an expert on the condition of his counterpart, Yashiki Yoya, hired into the laboratory by force?

"It is said that he went to explore the deep mountains. Which normal person in modern society would go to explore the mountains?" Butterfly Ren didn't know that the only person who knew the whereabouts of the expert was beside him, "Wu Mi Is the reason you are looking for sick?"

In order to prevent their lord's condition from being relieved, directly kidnapping the experts is considered a few tricks.

Kidnapping an expert is just kidnapping an expert, and even found a reason for exploring the deep mountains, who are you fooling!

"Isn't it just that there are fewer experts? Sooner or later I will find out where Wu Mi hid him," she gritted her teeth, "I don't believe it yet."

"Xin Ren..." Kanae said helplessly, "There is no evidence to prove that it was innocent."

"Then it can't be that the experts got lost in the deep mountains and old forests for three months and never came back?" Butterfly endured the annoyance, "Fortunately, we gave Wu Mian a chronic poison. The experts from Dongda University couldn't find it. , don’t expect his illness to get better.”

Haruki Yayama, who has been listening in: ...?

Aren't you on par?