Four cherry blossom petals set off the coffin board

A few days before the Obon festival.

Jiang Guling is elusive and rarely sees him.

Matsuda also joked that he should not secretly set up a soul alcove at home to light some fire to welcome the soul, but to put the sacrifices, and just bring the things over.

People are here, why bother to look far away.

"It's hard to imagine. It doesn't feel right to offer something." Ogiwara nodded in agreement.

"What about cucumber horses and eggplant cows?" Matsuda covered his face, obviously he didn't want to see these two means of transportation to bring the undead over and take them away.

After all, a few of them are not yet aware of being ghosts, or they don't really want to admit the fact that they are undead in this way.

In their view, this festival related to us is full of mixed flavors and they don't know how to say it.

But the atmosphere about the Obon Festival outside has already risen, schools and companies are also on holiday, cars returning to the countryside leave one after another, and people are rushing to reunite and worship their ancestors together.

Even Ebina went back to her hometown.

A few of us undead stared at each other at home.

what to do?

do not know……

I worship myself?

What does this living thing do to us?

Of course, it doesn't matter.

It dawned on us, we got it.

"Are you still going to visit the grave?"

I, Matsuda? Taihara? And Jing Guang? The four of us were playing flying chess in a circle. Today, I was extremely unlucky. I managed to roll a six and was pushed back home by a chess piece that followed closely by Matsuda.

Under my glaring gaze, Matsuda put the chess piece on my Wanggang position with a triumphant smile.

"Tomb-sweeping is better done by Zero." Ogihara rolled a three and advanced the chess piece by three squares.

Now it's Jing Guang's turn to roll the dice.

I watched their chess pieces take off one after another, and I was the only one staying in the airport where I was, feeling a little sad, and it was a little funny to hear them being so straightforward; ""Who insisted on going to his grave on the first day? See, I thought you guys didn't mind. "

Jing Guang moved the chess pieces forward a few steps, and chuckled lightly when he heard my words, but didn't answer.

When it was time for me to roll the dice, I watched it roll on the blanket expectantly, and I was surprised and delighted to see the final number, which was six, so I moved my little chess piece out with a smile on my face.

"What kind of illusion makes you think that we will sweep your own grave?" Ogiwara complained about my words.

I thought about it for a while: "Maybe I think you might have the mentality of decorating your own room?"

Hearing my words, Matsuda looked at me incredulously, thinking that I was crazy.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Matsuda bent his finger and tapped my head, "What kind of person would want to see if his tombstone looks good after he dies with this kind of mentality?"

"What's going on in your head?"

I howled dryly: "I know I was wrong."

In order to prevent him from continuing to hit me, I moved to the side.

At this time, Jing Guang's cell phone rang, he took it out to have a look, exchanged a glance with Matsuda, and exchanged thoughts in the channel, I was watching where Ogiwara's flying chess went, but I didn't see their activities .

I was very unlucky in the early days of today, but I was proud and elated later, and the timing turned out to be the first one to send all the planes back to the airport.

I was proud of Matsuda's suspicious eyes.

After a game was over, they themselves proposed to go to the cemetery. Under my speechless eyes, they were quite satisfied with this sudden decision.

After dressing up briefly, we set off.

During this period of time, there were quite a lot of people who came to sweep the grave and clear the tombstone. We mixed in the crowd and saw two people standing in front of Matsuda's monument in the distance.

The few of us looked at each other, and I silently mouthed a name: "Officer Sato?"

That short-haired woman in a black suit is not Officer Sato, who else.

The man behind her is Officer Takagi.

Ogiwara showed his eyes watching the play, and patted Yotsuran on the shoulder: "Cheer up, Xiaozhenpei.

Although Jing Guang didn't speak, he had a look of eating melons all over his face.

Matsuda Jinpei was a little irritable: "I said it all, it's all over!"

I patted him sympathetically.

Don't want you to think, let us think.

Matsuda probably felt that under the siege of the few of us, the whole family couldn't tell clearly, and finally gave up struggling, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

We watched from a distance, and waited until the two of them left one after the other before slowly walking forward.

Looking at the tombstone that has been cleaned up, there are still water stains on it, and a bunch of fresh white chrysanthemums are mixed with Tingli flowers, lying here quietly, paying tribute to the people here.

"Oh, someone actually sent flowers to Xiaozhenping." Li Yuan suddenly became fussy when the few of us were silent, "I thought that because of Xiaozhenping's temper, no one would come to visit him and send flowers."

"I think sending a bomb model may be more suitable for Xiaozhenping."

Unsurprisingly, he was hit.

"What are you talking about?" Matsuda rolled up his sleeves with a kind smile.

"Ahahaha, no." Ogiwara said haha, trying to fool around, but Matsuda didn't like him at all.

When the few of us moved to Zaiyuan's tombstone, we found that it had also been cleaned.

"Sister Qiansu must have done it for you." Looking at Zaihara who was standing silently in front of his tombstone, Matsuda walked up and hooked Ogihara's neck.

Ogihara turned around and made a wink: "Of course, I'm her younger brother."

Why does this sound so sad?

On the white porcelain vase in front of the stele, there were two tall red-purple flowers. After a few glances, I couldn't tell what type of flower it was.So he tugged on Jing Guang's sleeve and asked him what it was.

Jing Guang stroked his chin and pondered for a while; "It should be the smoke flower of the poppy family."

I seem to understand the nod.

do not know……

The two people in front of you bickered with each other, almost revealing all the embarrassing things about their childhood.

After staying in front of Ogiwara's tombstone for a while, we continued to shift positions.But as I walked, I had a ridiculous thought, how could this be the same as visiting a house, going to his house and then another one?

Isn't this almost the same as what I said not long ago, these men are real.

I said I wouldn't watch it but I still came here.

"Why don't you bury a piece with them?" I was straightforward, and I wanted to slap myself when I said it.

What the hell am I talking about.

Jing Guang was frightened with peas: "Huh?"

"Hey, it's disgusting." Matsuda thought about the scene for a while, and couldn't help asking me why I thought so.

Without thinking about it, I said, "Looking at how strong your relationship is, can't you bury a good friend together? Be a neighbor or something?"

Ogiwara felt that I had a big brain hole and expressed his appreciation, but he refused to bury it with Xiaozhen.

"What misunderstanding do you have about the few of us?" Matsuda wanted to pry open my head again today to see what I was thinking.

"Probably, the relationship is so good that you have to go to hell together?" I think there is nothing wrong with it.

So why not bury a piece?

They were dumbfounded by my blunt thoughts.

Looking at each other and disgusting each other, the three of them stayed away from each other.

In the midst of the fighting, we slowly walked to Jing Guang's side.

Jing Guang here is much more bleak.

No one has cleaned it lately and the weeds have grown.

"It's too miserable, Jing Guang." Compared with the clean tombstones and flowers and tributes, Jing Guang doesn't even have a name here, just like a lonely tomb without an owner.

The only difference is that it is not in the wilderness.

Jing Guang had already expected this fact.

"Maybe, my brother has a heavy workload in Nagano." He replied.

I knelt down to help him hold the mouth of the grass, a little puzzled: "Are you busy?"

He smiled bitterly: "Brother is also a policeman."

I understand, no wonder, in the profession of police, the biggest risk is sudden death due to busy work.

"It's also possible that he hasn't received the news of my death yet?" Jing Guang gave a second guess.

"Huh?" I was really confused.

What do you mean, I didn't respond.

"Tsk, you police officers have too many things to do." Matsuda said disdainfully, probably understanding what he meant.

Although the weeds have been cleaned up, but looking at the empty monument, I couldn't help but suggest: "How about I send you a bouquet of flowers?"

Otherwise, it looks so pitiful.

"No need, that's it." Jing Guang rejected my opinion.

On the way back, I whispered to Li Yuan and asked him what happened to Jing Guang.

Ogiwara briefly explained his guess to me.

I frowned when I heard that.

"Do you want to block even the news of death?" Although he knew that Jing Guang and Jiang Guling were undercover agents of that organization, why didn't his relatives know the news of the death, "Then how sad his brother is."

The younger brother who had been waiting for several years, but no one told him that his younger brother was no longer in this world.

And looking at it like this, I guess I didn't even see the last side, let alone where my brother was buried.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for brother Jingguang.

"I can't help it, that's it, it has to be kept secret." Ogiwara sighed and patted my head.

"Then do you want to go and see your family?" I raised my head and asked him.

Being seen by Furutani Rei was an accident among accidents.But none of them seemed to have visited their family members.

"Of course." He didn't hesitate.

If you want to see your family, you don't have to think about it at all.

But he seemed concerned.

"Who said we must face each other." I winked at him, "there are always more solutions than difficulties, think about it in your dream? I still have a very friendly relationship with the dream-eating film of heaven.i

"Sounds good?" He looked excited. "Maybe I can ask my sister to give me some more?"

After finally dragging a dream to want this and that, I guess your sister wants to hit you.

On the 13th day of the Obon Festival, nearby families continued to burn hemp sticks in their courtyards.

In addition to hemp poles, lamps are also lit on altars or temples dedicated to ancestors to welcome the souls of ancestors back home.

I can see the smoke from the fire next door in the yard of my house.

Just like a fire.

Unable to hold back, he went up and knocked on the door next door. Yinxian opened the door, carrying Xiao Chik on his back, just like the mothers watching on the street carrying babies.

He was stunned when he saw me: "Ah, the ancestor didn't come, but the latest came."

I can thank you.

Why does this sound a bit owed?

"How many hemp sticks do you burn, be careful of the fire." I said tactfully.

The smoke drifted into our house with the wind, and Xiaobai couldn't help but sneezed a few times.

"It's not a lot." Yinxian thought back.

believe you shit...

From behind him, I saw hemp stalks piled up into a hill, which was like a hill. This is the rhythm of bringing back eighteen generations of ancestors.

I resisted the desire to complain, and looked at Xiao Chi who was sleeping soundly on his back: "Why is Xiao Chi sleeping on his back?"

Shouldn't it be letting people go back to sleep?

Mentioning the black air on the silver fairy's face, he said with a half-smile: "Ah, it's just to guard against that dog.

damn thing……

I couldn't help but took a step back, it was so scary.

I seem to have seen the dog god tied to the cross, the kind that is tied up with five flowers, and I noticed that my sight was struggling desperately and cast a look of help to me.

Covering your mouth with tape only triggers eye signals.

Ah, this is ready to burn together?

I have the creeps.

I still know two or three things about their family, such as the battle for the chicks between the dog god and the silver fairy.

"Oh that's good, I'll go first." Saying goodbye, I won't get involved in their muddy water.

Occasionally there would be heart-piercing screams from their house in the middle of the night.

"Okay, goodbye." Yinxian, who had returned to her original appearance, waved to me with a smile.

I turned to leave their house just in time to see a car parked in front of our house.

The white Mazda, at first glance, looks like it's from the bottom of the valley.

"Yo, why are you here today?" Looking at the person who came out of the car, it was the rare Fuguya Zero in a suit.

Except for the few times we met at the beginning, I was wearing casual clothes afterwards. I was a little surprised to see him wearing a gray suit again.

"I just came here when I was free." He pulled the tie around his neck, looking a little tired, but I felt that he seemed very happy.

About that restrained excitement.

If it is concrete, I think there are little flowers around him.

So I couldn't help but take a few more glances. The most powerful thing about this person is to suppress his emotions. It's rare to see his emotions so naturally and undisguised.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Yeah." He answered me. "There's something about to be done."

"Then I wish you success." I blessed.

"Thank you."

I entered the house one after another with him.

"Is there a festival in Mihua Town?" I couldn't help but ask when I thought of the posters that were everywhere on the street these days.

Jiang Gu Ling nodded: "Yes, you want to come too?"

"Maybe?" The undead mixed in with the crowd sounds very interesting.

I don't know how many undead will be around at that time.

In the few days when the boundary between the world and hell is the most blurred, many undead will travel back and forth between the two worlds.

Moreover, the Obon Festival is summer vacation for the prison guards in Hell, but Hell will also hold the Obon Hell Festival, and I don’t know how many people will come here at that time.

Will Sister Axiang and the others also come to play in this world? I was lost in thought.