Four cherry blossom petals set off the coffin board

I always feel that Chong Yaang is not a good person.

I don't know how many days I met this person near the house.

It's just haunting.

I held Xiaobai with a stiff smile on his face.But the man in front didn't seem to notice.

Still telling me, "What a coincidence."

The smiling face looked harmless to humans and animals, but in a trance, I felt that this person was somewhat similar to Jiang Guling in pretending to be innocent, and he was also not too shameless.

It's the kind of person who can calm down and speak cheekily in a state where you almost know everything.

Coincidentally, I don't know, but I really don't want to see you anymore.Because it makes me feel like you are the second valley zero.

It's fine that Jiang Guling and Jing Guang and the others know each other, but you, a graduate student at Dongda University who has nothing to do with us, why don't you go back to school and do your homework and walk around all day.

It’s okay to stroll around our house, it’s not just a day or two.

The frequency is so high that even Yinxian from the house next door asked me what was going on with this man, and teasingly asked me if I had a crush on me.

It's simply astonishing.

I'd be surprised if it was true, but it's impossible.

It's completely impossible, but I have a strong feeling that he probably has the same thoughts as the previous Jiang Gu Ling.

What is he doubting.

So I told Jing Guang about this situation, anyway, it is related to them, and it has a lot to do with Jiang Guling, although this relationship should be marked with a minus sign.

Blind eyes can see that their relationship is not good.

But the next day after I finished speaking, I really didn't see Okiya Subaru wandering around us.

Jiang Gu Ling came back with a bad face that night.

Except for Okiya Ao, my life in this world is simply not peaceful now.

no wind and no waves...

They were plotting something, and they didn't deliberately hide from me to discuss it.

From their few words, I seem to understand, it should be about Jiang Gu Ling's current undercover organization.

They seem to still want to find ghosts to help in hell, and they have already sent the application to Mr. Ghost Lantern.

I picked up a piece of paper they put on the table, looked at it, and circled a few names and wine names.

Koji Miyano?

Sounds familiar, but has been forgotten.

There are too many dead people in contact, and not everyone's name will be remembered. Like Yamaguchi, Fujino and Ishida, they have long been forgotten in my mind.

What's with the name of the wine, they want to drink?

"Master Ghost Lantern agrees?" I glanced around and saw a few people sitting in a mess, cross-legged on the ground, each holding a laptop.So I chose to sit down next to Jing Guang, who was next to Jiang Gu Ling.

Jing Guang glasses stared at the computer screen and nodded upon hearing the words, but he was still reluctant to take his eyes off the screen.

The Obon Festival is also approaching.

Looking at the desktop calendar on the table, I don't know why my heart beats, and I feel that that day is definitely not peaceful.

I quickly picked up the water glass on the glass and took a sip to calm down. In order to relieve my emotions, I wrung my fingers and thought carefully. Anyway, Master Ghost Lantern has agreed, and it is none of my business what kind of disturbance they want to make.

Without a conscience, I happily put aside the relationship.

The few of them couldn't say a word when they were busy, and they were engrossed in the things at hand.

Although I really want to help, I know that I probably won't be able to insert into their core to help them share. Regarding that black organization, they want to destroy it.

But in the end Jing Guang died in the line of duty, Jiang Gu Ling is still dormant inside.

One is deeply rooted, its roots are deeply rooted in the dark soil, and it thrives in places where the sun cannot be seen. If it cannot be completely uprooted, it will still be deep in the spring breeze.

What they are doing now is to catch them all.

Thinking about it this way, Jing Guang seems to have been preparing for this job all along, from the moment he came to this world.

To be more precise, he couldn't rest assured in hell.

So I entered the work of the recording department. The recording department is one of the places where the information of the dead is most accessible except in the Ten Halls of Hell. Everyone's life will be recorded again by the co-born god and the recording personnel here.

Should it be called Jing Guang?

What they are doing now is to collect conclusive evidence of what this organization has done, and this organization must be completely destroyed.

So I was free at home, followed Natalie to cut some fruit, and helped Natalie get some things to comfort a few busy people.

It's very hot outside, the sun is as hot as an oven, even Xiaobai doesn't like to go out and walk around in this kind of weather, squeeze together with us to turn on the air conditioner, the air conditioner in the room is fully turned on, and the cool air makes you feel People can't bear to cover a blanket to keep warm after sitting for a long time.

However, only Jiang Gu Ling needed a blanket inside.

He realized later that the people around him looked like they were short-sleeved and completely indifferent. Jiang Gu Ling, who was wrapped into rice dumplings, hesitated for a while, as if he was wondering if his perception was wrong.

I patted him on the shoulder and covered him with another blanket: "Don't worry, unless it's the temperature of the eight cold hells, we can still accept this kind of cold air, don't catch a cold."

Don't know what he thinks about being the only normal person in the room, but we do feel good about ourselves anyway.

The tall and burly Jiang Gu Ling silently looked at the floral blanket I covered him, his eyes struggled, and finally he chose to accept the fact that he was the only normal person in this room.

He wrapped the blanket tightly.

I nodded in relief, just don't catch a cold.

Jiang Gu Ling turned his head and glanced at the temperature of the air conditioner.Then he turned his head and looked at me with an incredible look: "10 degrees?"

Um?How did it become 10 degrees?

I looked over in surprise, and saw the Arabic numeral 10 on the display screen of the air conditioner that was working diligently to emit air-conditioning.

"I said it's no wonder it's so cold." Jiang Guling was a little helpless, "There are two layers of blankets."

He might have just wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"Ah? Wasn't it 25 just now?" I was also a little confused, but the air conditioner is indeed too low now.So I looked at him apologetically, and immediately adjusted the temperature back to the correct temperature with the remote control.

As the temperature increased, Jiang Gu Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the time, stood up with his hands propped up, and seemed to be asking me: "Do you want afternoon tea?"

As soon as he stood up, he rose from the ground like a mountain. I had to look up at him and nodded excitedly when he said that, of course.

Jiang Gu Ling gave me an OK gesture with his hand, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Watching him walk away with long legs, as skillfully as if he was in his own home.

I thought that sitting here would be a daze anyway, so I followed closely and let me see what he would do.

The kitchen is almost their childish world, and occasionally Natalie.

Jiang Gu Ling, who has been in and out of the kitchen many times, has already memorized the placement of kitchen utensils. He took out the strawberries sealed with plastic wrap from the refrigerator and was about to tear them open. He saw me poking out a head from the door. , he raised his eyebrows and put down the box; "What are you doing?"

Without thinking about hiding it, I came in openly; "I'll just take a look."

"Promise not to do it?" He joked.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, and crossed my hands in front of my chest: "I don't know how to do it at all, don't worry, I can still handle it clearly."

And the kitchen may be the hatred of a previous life.

I don't understand why I follow the steps in the book.But the food that comes out is as if cursed.

A few months before I'm alive, I'm probably still happily trying to cook.But now I have resigned myself to my fate. Anyway, there is a free chef at home, so why not take this risk.

Jiang Gu Ling nodded, relieved after getting my guarantee.

Continue to pick up the strawberry box and start working.

I just watched from the side. Watching other people cook is a pleasant thing, and cooking delicious food will make people feel very happy and very healing.

Watching handsome guys cook is even more healing.

I pulled a high stool from the side and sat quietly watching the strawberries that fell from the valley.

The sound of water splashed, and the strawberries placed on the top of the white porcelain bowl rolled down due to the impulse of the water flow. The water quickly filled the porcelain bowl, and a spoonful of baking soda was also added to soak it.

Jiang Gu Ling washed them one by one in an orderly manner, holding the small strawberries in his slender hands and carefully rubbing back and forth to wipe off the dirt on the surface.

Mottled light and shadow shine in through the glass windows, and the visible dust in the air dances in the light.Whether it is a handsome man or a pleasing movement, they are all very eye-catching.

very eye-catching...

Just when I was in a trance, a strawberry still stained with water was handed to me. The red strawberry was tender and ready to drip, not far from the tip of my nose, so I could faintly smell its aroma.

Being used to being fed occasionally, I subconsciously opened my mouth and swallowed the strawberries.

Sweet……

I supported the tail of the strawberry outside with my hand, looked at Rei Furutani who continued to cut strawberries with his head down, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Dafu." The knife with a cold light was extremely sharp, and the knife rose and fell, easily cutting the strawberry in half in his hand.

"Wow." I expressed my surprise with modal particles.

I'm still looking forward to it, Jiang Guling's craftsmanship.

And maybe because of working at Café Poirot, I often research new varieties of food, which are very popular.

Although Daifuku is not a novel food, I have never seen him cook it before.

So I was still looking forward to it, so I sat up straight and looked at him with bright eyes.

He seemed to be aware of my movements, and chuckled lightly; "I like it very much?"

I nodded briskly: "Almost."

Who can say no to a good meal.

no……

both are not……

"Then, let's have a chat?" Jiang Gu Ling stopped his hands and suddenly proposed.

I just finished eating strawberries at this time, and I was a little apprehensive when I heard his words, and said cautiously; "What do you want to know? There is no social insurance, housing fund, or social security in hell. Do you want to come?"

He laughed dumbly.

"No, just relax, let's chat normally, I'm quite curious about your life in hell." He took out a bag of flour from the cupboard above his head.

Speaking of this, I'm excited.

Maybe it's because my boss is also a part-time hr and likes to find people everywhere, so I'm also interested.

"Come on. You ask me, and I will answer you within my ability."

It seemed like he really just wanted to ask me about hell.

"Is there a heaven besides hell?"

I nodded: "It's Taoyuan Township, the scenery over there is very beautiful.

"Is that sinners going to hell and good people going to heaven?" he asked me.

This is not easy to say, I rubbed my chin and thought: "This is generally the case, but there are still some people who offer a lot of things because of relatives in this world, it is equivalent to ''bribery'', and the crime will be mitigated. "

This has been the custom for a long time.

And so it is until now.

"Jing Guang and the others are exceptions. It can be said that they are all heroes who died for the people, and the heroes have to go to heaven. But they chose to stay on this side of hell." I continued to add, probably understanding why he wanted to Ask this question now.

Suddenly I felt that this guy was kind of cute, although it was awkward.

"Oh, that's how it is." Jiang Gu Ling thought for a while, "Then what will happen in hell?"

What is there in hell, this is a long story.

I frowned distressedly: "In fact, there are all the myths in the present world. The difference is not too big. Like the Eight Hells, there are also ten halls. Just read the fairy tales."

I really don’t want to go into details about this, otherwise I could talk about it from the entrance to hell to every place.

I chatted with him one after another.

He seemed genuinely interested in hell.

"If you choose to work in the Yan Mo Hall in the future, a long, long time, a hundred years from now, Lord Ghost Lantern will be very happy."

After all, this guy is a spinning top that can take on several roles and doesn't need to sleep at all. The King of Rolls among Kings of Rolls is simply the kind of subordinate that Master Ghost Lamp favors most.

He froze for a moment, as if thinking of something: "I heard you keep talking about Mr. Ghost Lantern, who is that?"

"The assistant officer of Yan Mowang, every king will have an assistant officer, Lord Ghost Lantern is the most powerful one." Speaking of this, I, the little tail of Lord Ghost Lantern, will come to brag about Lord Ghost Lantern.

Lord Ghost Lantern has always been a role model for us little ghosts.

Jiang Gu Ling came to gossip: "Then what did he do in his previous life? Such a powerful person must have been very powerful in his lifetime."

I moved my position and moved myself closer to the table so that I could rest my chin. When I heard his words, I was a little silent.

"No, he was sacrificed when he was still a child, and the will-o'-the-wisp possessed the corpse and became a young ghost. He grew up in Huangquan.

Rei Furutani stopped kneading the dough, and stared at me blankly: "Sacrifice?"

This word is indeed a bit scary for people in this world.

I nodded, and said nonchalantly: "Because people used to be like this, so many people sacrificed to death. I, and Ai Jiang, all died because of sacrifices."

Maybe this kind of heavy topic came out of my mouth lightly, or he was shocked by these things, I saw that the expression of this usually calm man froze slightly, revealing a bit of disbelief.

"Buried alive, burned, or thrown into the sea, the methods are strange and cruel." I don't think my expression is very good-looking now.Because the distant memory climbed up bit by bit like a nightmare.

It was a man-eating monster wearing the name of a mountain god.

The boys and girls who were sacrificed to the mountain gods never came back. The adults lied a lot, saying that they were blessed and went to enjoy the blessings with the mountain gods.But it actually became the monster's ration.

I also died tragically in the belly of that monster, without waiting for the rescue of the ghost killing team.

I also died a long time ago, and after returning to hell with Lord Ghost Lantern who came to this world for investigation, I met the sister of Butterfly's family. I didn't know that it was a monster called "ghost". A monster that can be completely wiped out only by the Japanese sword in the hands of the Demon Slayer Squad swordsmen.

Shortly after my death, the Ghost Slayer team was long overdue.

Unfortunately, I have no bones left.

During the time that was scarier than a nightmare, I was born with resentment. I hated humans extremely, and hated the villagers who tied me up and sent me into the monster's territory.

Later, I saw them all fall into hell with my own eyes, and after receiving the punishment they deserved, my anger gradually dissipated, and I began to be at a loss and melancholy, not knowing what to do, confused on the road of ghost birth, walking from one end of hell to the other, I thought about it for a long time, and it was nothing more than a loss of soul.So Lord Ghost Lantern invited me to be his secretary.

until now.

Later, members of the Ghost Killing Squad came to Hell one after another. The last man with a scar on his left forehead brought his wife. They were very happy and seemed to have a deep relationship with the Butterfly sisters.But they did not choose to stay, and the husband and wife reincarnated hand in hand.

The man-eating monsters are gone, and those who hurt me have received retribution.

My current situation is almost the same as that of a retired old man.

If you can do it, do it, if you can't do it, put it aside.

Just be happy...

"Does it hurt?" When the two of us were speechless and the kitchen was silent, Fugu Ling spoke suddenly.

I tilted my head, not understanding what he was trying to say for a while.

"The moment of death must be very painful, right?" He looked at me fixedly, with rare seriousness in his eyes.

I seldom see his serious eyes. At this time, it will give people an illusion that he only has you in his eyes.

Usually, I look at him with this kind of eyes and only save those important documents.

He was so affectionate all of a sudden it made me a little panic.

I stumbled and said, "That's okay, ah, no, it really hurts, and Cruciatus hurts so much, so I hate it when people lie to me."

My parents lied to me, saying that they would not sacrifice me to the gods, but they closed the door and did not look at me when I was taken away.

The simple fellow villagers in the past deceived me, saying that they could come back only for one night, but they locked the doors and windows and threw me into the temple.

They all know that I never come back.

But what does it matter to them.

As far as my parents were concerned, they had lost only one daughter, and they had other children. As far as the villagers were concerned, it didn't matter, as long as it could appease the anger of the mountain god.

So I hate lies.

"Sorry." Jiang Gu Ling said suddenly.

I can't help being a little confused, what's wrong with him? How did Hao Duanduan apologize, it makes it difficult for me to answer.

Or what is he trying to do again? I stared at him suspiciously.

"I don't seem to have told you that all the time." He washed the flour off his hands and turned to look at me. past events, behaviors that make you uncomfortable,"

He paused for a moment.

"I'm very sorry."

I opened my eyes wide, I didn't expect him to be so forthright, or to say so sincere, such straightforward words were just a straight ball hit, which made me a little confused.

It just makes me restless.

No, why did he suddenly apologize, which made me wonder if I was dreaming or tomorrow is the end of the world.

Do you know the feeling of a tsundere suddenly having real feelings for you?

Just like me now, the scared one doubts himself first, and then suspects that the person in front of him is fake.

"You are Jiang Gu Ling? Right?" I hesitated for a while, but still found it incredible.

Where does the sun rise today?

This is Zero Falling Valley, right?

Not someone pretending to be?

My fingers were about to move, I really wanted to touch his face to see if it was his mouth.

Ever since I learned that they can pretend to be another person by wearing a mask of fascination and a little makeup, I now have doubts about whether the Jiang Gu Ling in front of me is the real deity.

He seemed to have seen through my thoughts, and he was a little helpless with his angry and funny look.

"If you don't believe me, check to see if I'm real?" He came over, leaned slightly and leaned in front of me, the distance was enough for me to reach out.

This angle inexplicably makes people think of a little milk dog who puts his head together to please his master.

The golden hair hangs down softly, and the purple-gray eyes look over intently, dazzling like purple crystals.

The head was stretched out, and I was a little moved: "Then let me have a look?"

I touched the base of his ear all at once, the temperature there was higher than my fingertips, and I rubbed it with some nostalgia, rubbing the temperature there by the way.

"How?" When he spoke, he caused the muscles there to vibrate together, as if the temperature was higher.

I withdrew my hands and solemnly concluded: "It's true."

Really down to zero.

He smiled, stood up straight, and walked back to the position just now to continue the work and dough.

Weird.

I suddenly asked, a little out of context: "You don't want to know the answer?"

This time he was stunned, and he turned his head in a daze: "What answer?"

It's rare to see him like this. To be precise, today's Jiang Gu Ling is very abnormal, and many of them are things that ordinary Jiang Gu Ling can't do.

Thinking of this, I shook my legs happily: "Do I have the answer to forgive you?"

He smiled slightly: "Then what is your choice?"

In fact, we are even, and I have revenge for what he did before. Thinking of Jiang Guling who was forced to wear a mask for a week before, I couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, forgive you."