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Night Lan Yao Song/Written

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The Meng Lan Bon Festival is as lively as ever, and this year's festival is obviously more lively than previous years, with many new faces added.

Kitahara Mizuno walked in the festival wearing a fox mask. He glanced around and saw lively crowds. The streets were decorated with lights and festoons, and festival-like items and games could be seen everywhere. Goldfish fishing stalls, marshmallow-making stalls, Shooting games, the taste of octopus balls and the sound of selling are combined, and the people in it are completely submerged in the atmosphere of the festival.

"Here." Ghost Lantern came over from the nearby shop, holding a box of octopus balls in his hand.

Kitahara Mizuno picked up a fork and put it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the place where the goldfish were caught beside him: "Master Ghost Lantern, over there."

"Goldfish..." Ghost Lantern rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I'll take you to catch another kind of goldfish."

Mizuno Kitahara was suspiciously taken away by the ghost lamp, and when he reached the place, the corner of Mizuno Kitahara's mouth twitched, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Master Ghost Lamp, it seems that this kind of goldfish can't be fished, right?"

He should have thought earlier that the other kind of goldfish that Ghost Lamp mentioned was snapdragon grass, and he is a fanatic of snapdragon grass.

Ghost Lamp was in a happy mood, put the box of octopus balls in Kitahara Mizuno's hand, rolled up his sleeves and strode over, looking like he was going to have a big fight.

Kitahara Mizuno, who wasn't very interested, immediately regained his energy after hearing what the ghost lamp said.

"Get a few fat ones and go back to eat."

Kitahara Mizuno stalked over, one step faster than the ghost lamp, and arrived at the so-called "goldfish fishing" stall, looking at each snapdragon with bright eyes.

After eating snapdragon grass several times, although he doesn't know how to raise it, he can look at Yiqiao.

Gui Deng helplessly shook his head, approached Kitahara Mizuno, pressed his shoulder, and gave the money to the boss, who gave him a fishing rod.

Yes, the fishing kind.

The "fishing for goldfish" here uses a pole the length of a fishing rod, and a large net is welded on the front of the pole. Kitahara Mizuno will look at paper netting, another tool for fishing for goldfish.

Looking intently, Kitahara Mizuno's eyelids twitched, and he walked over and tentatively picked up the super huge paper net, which was overweight.

The stall stipulates that those who fish for goldfish must hold a fishing net in one hand and a paper net in the other.

"what happened?"

"let me try."

Kitahara Mizuno took the fishing net from Ghost Lantern, held it with one hand, and it sank heavily.

He held the fishing net in one hand and the paper net in the other, and after feeling the weight of doubting his life, he asked deeply the boss who looked like a Maitreya Buddha, who looked kind and prosperous: "Boss, how many goldfish have been caught in your family now? "

The boss with a round head and a round head said with a smile: "I haven't counted it, but many people have picked it up."

Pick it up, didn't say pick it up.

Looking at harmony and making money is actually a profiteer.

Kitahara Mizuno, who is also a profiteer, felt the same kind of atmosphere in this boss. The boss looked at him with a smile, like a grandfather who came out to set up a stall just to enjoy the fun of the festival.

The ghost lamp next to him suddenly took the two tools in his hand, Kitahara Mizuno looked over subconsciously, the ghost lamp held a tool in each hand, there were no veins on the back of the hand, and the wind was calm.

"Which one are you looking at?"

The kind old grandpa's smile froze slightly. He felt the murderous aura and burning fighting spirit from the ghost lamp, and his eyes, which had been squinted because he was laughing, opened a crack.

This is Lord Ghost Lamp, Kitahara Mizuno turned his head, grinned at the old man, and pointed to the fattest snapdragon below: "Mr Ghost Lamp, if you want that one, it must be delicious for sukiyaki!"

Ghost Lantern glanced at it, and said lightly: "That one is for sashimi, if you want to eat sukiyaki, you need another one..."

As he spoke, he stretched the net down with lightning speed, and a snapdragon flew into the air. The ghost lamp lifted the paper net up and followed the falling track of the snapdragon. When the level was restored, the snapdragon also lay on it.

The old man was dumbfounded by this operation, and Kitahara Mizuno applauded warmly, his eyes were shining, and his eyes were burning hot. This strength and technique are worthy of Master Ghost Lamp.

Unknowingly attracted some people around, seeing the snapdragon bouncing around on the paper net, the paper net is not broken, there are endless praises and exclamations.

The boss looked at the unbroken paper net, and his smile instantly turned bitter and bitter. He quickly reacted, and said slowly and kindly: "Master Ghost Lantern, this snapdragon is so big, it's not easy to carry..."

The ghost lamp was thoughtful: "You reminded me, can you put it here for a while? I'll come and get it after the festival is over."

Originally, he just wanted to stop the ghost lamp. His fingers trembled slightly. He felt that he might go bankrupt tonight. He tremblingly said four words against his will: "Of course."

Gui Deng nodded in satisfaction, and muttered to himself: "One is for making sukiyaki, one is for cutting sashimi, and one is for grilling cheese..."

Listening to the Ghost Lantern, Kitahara Mizuno's saliva will stay, but the boss's soul will disappear.

"Amazing!"

"This unbroken paper net actually supports another one!"

"Hey, hey, it's broken..."

"Another one!"

"As expected of the assistant officer, it's amazing!"

Some people were so enthusiastic about watching it that they paid money to play it, but they were taught that the society is dangerous by the tool with both hands. Even so, many people watched the ghost lamp and paid money to play.

With so many people playing, the boss's unattractive smiling face barely looks better.

A total of eight ghost lanterns were caught, and the snapdragon grass was temporarily placed with the grandfather, and continued to the next scene.

The next venue is archery. Thanks to this festival, Kitahara Mizuno finally saw Bai Ze, and headed towards Bai Ze with a single turn. Halfway there, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of some old acquaintances on the shooting side. After thinking about it, seeing that Bai Ze didn't see him, he temporarily gave up the trouble of looking for Bai Ze and went to the shooting stall.

More than one old acquaintance, a fat cat that Kitahara Mizuno is very familiar with stands on the table, holding a gun with two short hands very imposingly, if you ignore its appearance, it should be a very handsome gesture.

Kitahara Mizuno couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing "puchi", which immediately attracted Madara's angry stare.

"I said who laughed at me, it turned out to be you!" Madara put down his shooting gun and rushed towards Kitahara Mizuno. Halfway was blocked by the arm of the ghost lamp. Madara was furious, and turned his head to see who was so courageous. Ghost Lantern's eyes were terrifying even if he wasn't angry, and the angry aura was withdrawn a little.

Ghost Lantern hugged Madara in his arms and stroked it a few times, then analyzed objectively and calmly: "The people who raised him fed him too much."

The anger that Madara had suppressed just now rose again, his fur exploded, and he clawed at the ghost lamp's face, and was stopped halfway, his round body was hugged by a pair of white, slender but strong hands.

"I am so sorry."

The person holding Madara behind is Sanxiao, and the other party has turned into a human form, and his handsome face is even more unhuman under the warm lights of the festival.

Kitahara Mizuno hugged Ghost Lamp's arm, determined that he was no longer an immature little fox, and jumped on him when he saw a good-looking person. Ghost Lamp glanced sideways at Kitahara Mizuno, and guessed what he wanted to express.

"Sanxiao! Let me go! I must hit this nasty guy!" Madara waved his paw wildly, but Sanxiao hugged his round body with both hands, as if he was swimming in mid-air.

San Xiao sighed: "It's really troublesome for you."

Madara snorted coldly, crossing her arms with her short arms: "Who is causing trouble to whom? Let go. I'm going to continue drinking my fine wine."

As he spoke, he inhaled sharply, his waist became a little longer, and he nimbly slid down from Sanxiao's hand, jumped onto the original table, and picked up the shooting gun that he put down just now. long.

"Can you shoot?" Kitahara Mizuno probed curiously.

"We're gambling." A familiar male voice came from the side. In the noisy environment of the festival, Kitahara Mizuno was very sensitive to the voice that made him lose money recently, and his ears perked up.

Turning around, he saw the face that deserved to be beaten, and he smiled ripplingly.

"Mr. Kitahara, Mr. Ghost Lamp." Atsushi Nakajima next to him greeted politely.

"Atsu-kun." Kitahara Mizuno didn't look good towards Dazai Osamu, but he looked better towards Nakajima Atsushi.

Sanxiao explained: "Just now Madara made a bet with Mr. Dazai whether he could get that bottle of wine."

He pointed to the wine on the wall, Kitahara Mizuno glanced at it, it looked very familiar, and took another look, it seemed to be the wine of Immortal Taki from Heaven.

Kitahara Mizuno asked curiously, "What if Madara gets the wine?"

Sanxiao said, "Then Mr. Dazai will have to treat Madara to a good meal."

"no?"

"Work for a month at that shop called...it seems to be Fox Cafe?"

Fox Café...

Mizuno Kitahara looked at Osamu Dazai again, his eyes were no longer the same as before, Osamu Dazai had a lazy smile on his face, and he didn't stand up straight. Who can see through the black mud in this guy's shell?

He leaned over and asked Osamu Dazai in a low voice, "Did you make a deal with senior Daji?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, with an expression that I don't know what you're talking about.

"Aren't you afraid that Madara will mess up the store in the past and Daji will settle accounts?" Kitahara Mizuno raised his eyebrows.

"The bill is not on me." Dazai Osamu was there.

Madara fired while they were talking, Dazai Osamu and Kitahara Mizuno looked over, Madara's shot went out, and none of the balloons on the wall were broken, Dazai Osamu leaned over and stretched out the emphasis: "No~zhong~yo ~"

Atsushi Nakajima nervously pulled Osamu Dazai back: "Mr. Dazai!"

Now he is alone here, and he is afraid that if there is a fight, he will not be able to take care of Mr. Dazai.

"It's okay." Compared with Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai was much more leisurely.

"Hmph, you wait." Madara continued to raise his gun.

Kitahara Mizuno suddenly saw Ghost Lamp's thoughtful appearance, and listened carefully to his whisper: "It seems that I can bear more work pressure..."

For a moment, Kitahara Mizuno didn't know whether to gloat over his misfortune, or to be terrified by the oppressive power of the ghost lamp, and he was still thinking about work during non-work and entertainment time.

Ban fired several shots, twenty shots down, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger. Looking at the balloons on the wall, only two were missing.

Osamu Dazai covered his mouth and snickered without hesitation: "Tsk tsk, you have to hit at least 40 rounds to exchange for that bottle of bar. You'd better keep your promise obediently."

Madara became angry, and told the boss to come back forty rounds, and at the same time turned into a human form, Natsume Takashi.

Kitahara Mizuno felt something was wrong when he heard Dazai Osamu's words, and the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became, so he quietly asked Ghost Lantern, "Master Ghost Lantern, who owns this shooting booth?"

Ghost Lantern said, "Wait", took out a pamphlet from the sleeve of the kimono, searched for a while, saw the target, and said flatly, "The applicant is Daji, and the partner is Osamu Dazai."

The ghost lamp's voice was not loud, and the deep voice was drowned in the noisy voices of the surrounding people. Only Kitahara Mizuno was close and heard it. He looked around and saw a charming and charming person at the medicinal food stall in Baize opposite. The hand of the beautiful woman holding the ghost lamp's arm trembled slightly.

If I didn't look carefully, I really couldn't see Daji. Daji was sitting beside the hanging cloth, submerged in the shadows, only half of her body could be vaguely seen, but her face could not be seen.

Relying on his familiarity with Daji, Kitahara Mizuno recognized it as Daji at a glance. Even though he forcibly calmed down, his body still trembled a few times, and he hugged Ghost Lamp's arm tightly.

Seeing the scene of Bai Ze graciously holding a bowl of medicinal food to Daji over there, Kitahara Mizuno thought it was lucky he didn't go directly to Bai Ze just now.

No wonder Bai Ze didn't run away when he saw him here, and Daji was there. When he passed, the unlucky one was not Bai Ze, but himself.

Is this the retribution for trapping so many monsters as labor?Kitahara Mizuno suspected the cycle of karma for a while, and finally felt that all of this should be planned by Osamu Dazai.

One link after another, this black mud spirit set up pits for many targets.