After the resurrection, I send warmth every day

The black-haired man climbed out of the oil drum, with a serious and gloomy face, he greeted her in a serious and emotionless tone: "Oh, good morning, Yao."

"..."

Xingjian Yao's expression suddenly became complicated.

"Brother Ghost Lantern, that... so early in the morning, how did you get out of here?" Besides, this is the human world.

Speaking of this, Ghost Lamp's eyes turned cold, and he put his hand into the oil drum with a dark face. Then, he pulled hard, and the sound of heavy objects scraping across the iron drum was very harsh, and a large box fell to the ground with a bang.

The man suppressed his anger and whispered like a devil: "What do you think of the place that idiot King Yan Mo chose to land, and when he goes back, pull out his newly grown hair?"

Xingjian Haruka: "..."

"Besides, he didn't give you the luggage I asked him to prepare for you at all. For this reason, I have to make a special trip. Doesn't that guy understand the truth that time is lifespan?"

"... King Yan Mo gave me change." She defended her superficial boss in a low voice.

"He didn't give you the bank card, contact phone, and clothes. I spent the whole night contacting you yesterday but couldn't get in touch. I thought the latest model phone was broken and accidentally crushed it. "After finishing speaking, he smiled expressionlessly, and stared at Xing Jianyao with a chill down his back.

"Ghost, Brother Guideng... I think, King Yan Mo didn't do it on purpose. There were many undead in line at that time, and he was too busy to forget."

She tried to save King Yan Mo's hair, even though he wore a hat all day long, he couldn't tell if he had hair or not.

Ghost Lamp still had a cold expression on his face, and he clicked his tongue very unhappy, "Forget it, I will go to find King Yan Mo's problem when I go back. Here is your luggage, check it yourself."

Xing Jianyao reached out to take it, and opened the suitcase in front of him. She didn't pack her luggage when she left, because the incident happened suddenly, and she hadn't recovered from the shock of the news of "I'm alive". Come here, there should be nothing in the suitcase that you can't see.

With this thought in mind, she was stunned after opening it.

"These vials are..."

"That guy Bai Ze prepared it for you, maybe it will come in handy."

"Then these kimonos are...?"

"Daji prepared it, and the modern outfit is Ah Xiang."

"Then this snake is also... Sister Ah Xiang?"

Ghost Lantern said calmly, "Of course it's not me."

"...Okay." She just let it go.

She opened the zipper on the other side, and the corners of her mouth froze when she saw a dark and hard cold weapon, "Brother Ghost Lantern..."

"There are so many demons and goblins in the human world, so of course they are used for self-defense." The person who prepared the mace didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and even said with regret: "The suitcase is too small. I’ll give you some snapdragon, let’s forget it this time.”

Xingjian Haruka: "..."

She resigned herself to digging through the compartment, and the rest were some snacks, books, and a few peaches, which should have been prepared by Momotaro and Maki. Compared to mace, these things are really normal!

After checking, she closed the suitcase and happily accepted everyone's wishes.

Then, Ghost Lantern handed over a backpack, the one she usually used in hell.

"Eh? I said why I couldn't find it when I left... so it was at Brother Ghost Lantern's place?" She originally wanted to go out with her mobile phone.

"The first son and the second son accidentally took the wrong money. There is money in this world, and King Yan Mo gave you that little pocket money. How did you survive these two days?" Gui Deng asked a little puzzled.

Xingjian Yao's cheeks were slightly red, "Just sleep in the bridge hole."

Ghost Lantern: "Huh?"

"But I only slept for one night. I found Mr. Oda's friend yesterday. He helped me find a place to live, and the part-time coffee shop manager gave me an advance payment for my work, so I still have money now."

The latter was very dissatisfied with her explanation, with obvious anger in his tone, "Are you a girl? How can a girl sleep in a bridge hole? Don't you know that there are bugs? Ah, the evil King Yan Mo, go pull them out now. Take off his beard!"

After speaking, he turned around and jumped into the oil drum.

Leaving Xing Jianyao alone in place with a dazed expression on his face.

What does "for the time being a girl" mean "for the time being"?

She pursed her mouth very depressed, and she couldn't answer back, so she had to drag the heavy box back to the room, and ran to work before she had time to tidy it up.

There was no one in the coffee shop at twelve o’clock, the bell rang at the door, and Hoshimi Haruka, who was sitting in the corner eating, looked up and saw Osamu Dazai walking in briskly, his sand-colored coat drew an arc in the air , "Yo, how is work? Xiaoyao?"

Mr. Dazai, familiar with himself.

That's what I called her when we first met yesterday.

Xingjian Yao swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and smiled back at him: "Very good, the guests I met are also very talkative."

"Well, are you still used to living in the new house?"

"The house is also very good, thank you Mr. Dazai."

"Xiaoyao spent money, so you don't have to thank me~" Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, and his iris-colored eyes showed some deep meaning, "By the way, Xiaoyao, Tanizaki-kun told me this morning, You are chatting with a strangely dressed man in the yard, is that man your friend?"

Ok?

"You mean Mr. Ghost Lantern? No, he is my boss." Because he already knew about hell, Haruka Hoshimi didn't try to hide it, and it's not something that can't be said.

"Hell's boss?"

"um, yes."

"Hey~ Xiaoyao really came out of hell." He elongated the end of his voice, and his tone sounded sticky and somewhat ambiguous.

Hoshimi Haruka looked puzzled, "Didn't Mr. Dazai have confirmed this matter when he saw Mr. Oda's handwriting?"

"Ah, actually, at that time, I just wondered if you, Xiaoyao, had any special abilities, such as seeing the dead. I didn't expect that hell really existed."

Until seeing the scene where the man named Ghost Lamp got into the bucket with his own eyes, Dazai Osamu was still thinking hypothetically, whether the other party had the ability of the space system.

He could regard the appearance of this girl as a provocation from an unknown organization, or he could regard that man as a space system supernatural power, and he could even say that the white-haired boy who lived with her was an accomplice.

But he couldn't lie to his heart.

Nor can I convince myself to regard the very familiar handwriting in the book written by Oda as an imitation and someone else's.

That is the book by Oda Sakunosuke.

So, this girl is indeed from hell, and so is the man in the morning, and so is the white-haired boy.

In this world, is there really a space that the living cannot step into?

... Is it really as scary as this girl described?

If it's true, then it's true, hell.

I really want to see it.

Again.

Xingjian frowned as he stared at those empty eyes that seemed to be empty.

He was thinking about dangerous things again.

"Mr. Dazai, let me tell you about the criminal law of hell. It's very interesting." Since this person entered hell and was punished at least ten thousand years ago, Hoshimi Haruka felt that it was necessary to give him a popular science about the horrors of hell, so that He has a few more days to live.

Mr. Oda also said that he wanted to see his friends later.

Osamu Dazai immediately lit up his star eyes: "Really? Okay, okay."

So, next, Xingjian Haruka told him from waiting for the living hell to the extremely cold hell, from scalding the brain to drying the scalp to talking about the deep-fried human soul in the hell festival, and in the end it probably talked a little bit, and introduced him to the twisted hell. Meat machine and six pots.

When she introduced most of the hell with endless enthusiasm, and was about to take a sip of water to continue, she found that Osamu Dazai on the opposite side had faded from his proper color at some point, and was lying on the table like a black and white man without a soul. Bits and pieces of confetti.

Star see Haruka:? ? ?

She looked panicked: "Mr. Dazai, are you okay?"

I feel like I'm going to fly away like shredded confetti!

After a while, Osamu Dazai finally regained some of the blood that a human being should have. However, he seemed to have suffered a great blow, and his whole body exuded a decadent aura of being ravaged by life. He lifted his eyelids very weakly and glanced at She glanced at her and said with a free breath, "Xiaoyao."

Hoshimi Haruka nodded vigorously: "I'm listening."

The black-haired young man looked forward to it: "It won't hurt, right?"

Xing Jianyao nodded with a look of reluctance: "...Yes."

Dazai: "..."

"This is really the most unfortunate news this year. It makes me sad as if all the crabs in the world have died." He sighed sincerely.

"Hey, it turns out Mr. Dazai likes crabs."

"No, that's not the point!"

"Huh?" Xingjian Yao blinked and asked for advice with an open face.

"The point is... is there any way to keep me from hurting?"

She thought about it seriously, and suggested honestly: "You can go to be a jailer and punish others, that is, you can continue to live in another place, and you can't die. After all, hell...is already the world of the dead. Hell has been working for I don't know how many years."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

What a human tragedy this is!

"In this world, even death cannot escape!"

Xingjian Haruka: "Theoretically, so."

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

From that day on, Hoshimi Haruka never saw Osamu Dazai again.

It was her turn to take a rest on weekends, so she checked the route in advance and bought a ticket to Tokyo.

The working hours of the kendo gym where Tsurumaru Kuninaga works is from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm. Worried that his master would be in danger, he insisted on going together, but Hoshimi Haruka couldn't help him, so he had to agree.

When she returned to the world, she wanted to go back to Tokyo, but at that time she had no money and couldn't afford the train tickets, so she didn't dare to think about such an unrealistic thing.

Now that she has money in hand, she must come back.

That's where she grew up.

Although there...

Maybe there is no one she cares about.

But, sure enough... I still want to see it with my own eyes.

Tokyo is a bustling city.

As for Bimmori, it lives in a small corner of Tokyo. It is still a long way from the central area of ​​Tokyo, and it takes a while to get to Tokyo by car. It is really remote.

The moment she set foot on the familiar land with Tsurumaru Kuninaga, there was no excitement in her heart, but she felt at ease.

Although she seldom goes out and has little contact with people, this is the place where she lives, where she is accepted, and where she is sent away.

her favorite place.

The changes in the buildings and memory are not big, but the sense of familiarity is overwhelming.

"Xiaoyao Xiaoyao." Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who came back from a stroll, handed her a paper bag, "Breakfast, eat!"

Meat buns...?

Xing Jianyao took out the meat bun and took a bite, frowned instantly, um, it tasted strange, and it was not as delicious as before.

"When I was in middle school, there was a guy who sold delicious steamed stuffed buns nearby, so I should stop doing it now." Hoshimi Haruka explained to Kamizurumaru Kuninaga's suspicious gaze.

Tsurumaru also lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, then immediately showed an indescribable expression: "It really isn't that delicious."

"However, it's been ten years. If that person is still doing it before, it will scare Xiaoyao?" After a pause, he said so again.

Hoshimi Haruka nodded in agreement: "Well, yes."

Then, the two walked towards the home in her memory while eating the not-so-delicious buns.

When passing by the park, Xing Jianyao saw a teenage girl with two three-strand braids practicing boxing. The punches were extremely fast and powerful, and she should have been practicing all year round.

"Know Xiaoyao?" Seeing her staring at the girl, Tsurumaru couldn't help asking.

"A long time ago, when I was still in the hospital, two children came to the hospital. One of them was a little girl in a Tang suit who could also punch." as smooth as an egg...

Definitely not the girl in front of me!

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The author has something to say:

Haruka: It's impossible for a braised egg to have that much hair, so she's not Yiping, I'm sure!