Did Sanriyue get approached today [comprehensive]

Higakiri, who successfully got the canned green tea with the kindness of the young man, was in a very happy mood. While drinking tea, he and the young man sat on the bench beside him to bask in the sun.

With such an exchange of canned green tea, Higiri has a very good impression of young people at this time, and he doesn't mind chatting with this human being.

Although it was a short chat, there was finally an interaction like buying green tea, and the strangeness between humans and Fusangshen was slightly reduced, so exchanging names became a normal process.

The name "Yukimura Seichi" completely belongs to the scope of normal human beings, but it will cause quite a stir in a certain circle.And a strange name like "Higiri" that doesn't even have a surname is not like what ordinary humans would use.

What's more, it is often easier to find cold weapon enthusiasts among men.Although Yukimura Seiichi was not particularly interested in cold weapons, he still had some knowledge of Japanese swords because he was surrounded by Sanada Genichiro who practiced kendo.

At least, Yukimura Seichi still knows about the legend that Watanabe Tsuna cut off one of Ibaraki Doji's arms, "Onikiri", and another name is "Higakiri".

Yukimura Seichi couldn't help showing a little surprise on his expression. He looked at the young man beside him with a cute smile, even a little soft, but claimed that he had the same name as the legendary ghost-slaying sword, called "Higakiri". Unknowingly, it became subtle.

"Well, I'm sorry," Seiichi Yukimura thought about his choice of words, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, is this... your real name?"

"Oh, of course it is," Hidekiri nodded.

"But, as far as I know, 'Higakiri' should be the name of a sword," Seichi Yukimura said with a smile, "You can't be a sword, can you?"

Yukimura Seiichi felt amused at himself who had such a conjecture for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to have a bright expression after hearing what he said, and said in a brisk tone: "That's right, I am Fusangshin Hikakiri of the sword .”

"...W-what? Please wait!"

Facing the other party was relaxed and happy, but there was no trace of joking on his face, and Yukimura Seichi, who was just guessing casually, suddenly became a little dizzy.

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

"Of course not." Yukimura Seiichi's unbelievable look made Higiri feel a little strange, in his opinion, this is not such an unacceptable thing.

He thought for a while, and corrected himself: "Well, to be precise, 'Higakiri' is one of my names, and I have several other names, such as... um, what is it?"

Yukimura Seichi was still waiting for the young man in front of him to continue speaking, but he didn't expect that the other party would end up at the part of "his own name", which made people feel very incredible.

... paranoia?

Although it was not very polite, Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but think about it when he suddenly heard such a statement.

And the mustache who was at a standstill over there tried his best to search his long and long-term memory, but he still couldn't be [-]% sure.But you don't need to pay too much attention to this trivial matter. Mustache didn't even bother for a moment, so he decided to give an example of the name he still remembered.

"Ah, for example, Onikiri, Yukiri, Ishikiri, Omoruzurumaru Mikazuki Munekin..."

Please wait, besides Onikiri and Yukiri, the examples are all the names of other knives, right?

Hearing this, Yukimura Seiichi felt that he could increase the credibility of the guess "whether the person in front of him is delusional or not" a lot.

Especially when he just remembered that next to the hospital where he went to see a doctor, there was a mental hospital right next to it.

Realizing that the young man who called himself "Higakiri" in front of him was very likely to be a psychiatric patient, Seiichi Yukimura couldn't help being more gentle and patient with him.

Now that we met, we couldn't leave him alone.

So Yukimura Seichi thought for a while, and asked in a more gentle voice, following the other party's self-proclaimed: "Did Mr. Hikiri come for a walk in the park?"

"Ah, actually he ran away from home," Hideki blinked and corrected with a smile.

"Li...?" If Yukimura Seiichi hadn't been supported by years of experience as a minister leading a group of members with overly distinctive personalities in the Lihai University Tennis Club, his smile may have cracked now.

I didn't expect to experience such a conversation after going to university. Seiichi Yukimura couldn't help but feel a lot of novelty and fun besides the accident.

Before Yukimura Seichi could react and respond to the youthful topic of "running away from home", Higaki turned to him and asked him: "Then why is Mr. Yukimura in the park and wearing..."

Hikiri gestured to him that he was a little curious, the uniform uniform worn on Yukimura Seiichi's body like everyone else's.

"Is it a hospital gown?"

Is this a hospital gown? Hikiri nodded happily after finally finding the answer. Yukimura Seiichi looked down at the hospital gown he was wearing, then pulled down the cuffs and showed a helpless smile.

"Recently I don't know why I've been sick all the time. Although it's a minor illness, but because I had a serious illness before, my family members are very worried. I must be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."

It may be because Yukimura Seiichi guessed that Higakiri—he decided to call him that for the time being—had a special situation, and he seemed to have a cute and friendly appearance, and at the same time, he had a sense of wisdom of a person with a lot of experience.

This feeling is very strange. Although Yukimura Seichi rationally guessed that the young man just had the delusion that he was a knife, when getting along with him, he would unconsciously feel that the knife that had passed through thousands of years was really sitting next to him. Time's sword, mustache cut.

Hearing Yukimura Seiichi's narration, Higakiri turned his head and looked seriously at the young man in hospital gown beside him.

At first glance, it would appear that the other party is a slender and somewhat thin person, but after a closer look, you will find that his body wrapped under the clothes actually has a thin layer of smooth muscles formed after long-term exercise. Not such a weak and vulnerable person.

But if you look at Yukimura Seiichi's face, you can see that although he is in good spirits, his face is abnormally pale, so pale that even his anger is extremely thin.

To such an extent, it is not like what Yukimura Seichi said was just a few minor illnesses.

After a few glances, Mustache understood.

At this time, a gust of wind blows, although there is plenty of sunshine, but in winter, this kind of wind is still enough to bring cold to people.

Yukimura Seiichi hastily tightened the down jacket that was draped over his shoulders, "Illness does seem to have some effect, it seems that I am much more afraid of the cold than before."

Compared with the wind that just blew, he felt as if a machine had been blowing cold air on him all the time. Only when he was exposed to the sun like now did he feel much better.

Higakiri rested his chin on one hand, and turned his head half-tilted to look at Yukimura Seiichi, because he was wearing the same coat as himself, and felt that the other party was more pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, it's probably because of the evil spirits."

"Evil ghost?"

This kind of vocabulary beyond the daily scope made Yukimura Seiichi stunned again, but this time he was already prepared to face Higakiri, so it was only a short blink of an eye, and the sudden appearance of Higakiri which he ignored This sentence, continue to chat without a sentence.

They were two people who met by chance. It was a coincidence that they sat together and chatted like this. Of course, the first chat could not involve too in-depth topics. Therefore, the topics of conversation between Yukimura Seichi and Higiri were quite scattered, just like the sky above Like a light cloud, it changes shape when the wind blows.

The sunshine in winter is really precious. It didn't take long for the sky to gradually become overcast, and the heat of the sun gradually thinned out, and it was no longer as suitable as before.

At this time, the elderly and children in the park, as well as the patients who came out for a walk in the nearby hospital, also went back in twos and threes.

The sun was almost out, and it was actually far longer than Yukimura Seichi's usual walking time.He looked up at the sky, turned his head to look at Hikakiri, and said with a little concern: "Mr. Hikari, are you going home too?"

Unexpectedly, Higiri looked at the sky and shook his head slightly.

"No, how can you go back by yourself so rashly when you run away from home?"

No, in fact, running away from home is already quite rash.

Yukimura Seiichi became even more worried, and he asked, "Then Mr. Hikiri, are you going to stay here forever?"

"Hmm... almost, I don't want to move anymore," Mustache thought for a while, "I'll just wait here for my brother, or I might cry if my brother can't find me."

Although this answer still made people speechless, Higakiri finally expressed his willingness not to wander around and go home, which reassured Yukimura Seiichi a little.

"Or...Mr. Hikakiri, tell me your brother's contact information, and I can help you contact him?"

"Oh, it's fine, it's good to give my brother a little hint," Mustache replied, but after thinking about it, he realized that something was wrong, "It seems that there is no way to contact my brother?"

The landline and mobile phone held by Honmaru... What are the numbers?

Hikiri recalled it and found that he had no memory at all.

and--

"Brother, what's your name, I forgot..."

"...Ah, is that so?"

Yukimura Seiichi nodded with a smile, he was able to face Higakiri calmly.It seems that there is more than just paranoia. According to the communication just now, Mr. Higakiri may also suffer from amnesia.

You can't leave such a mustache here alone.Yukimura Seichi thought about it, and decided to help send him home.So he told Mustache to stay where he was and not to leave, while he went back to the hospital ward for something.

After all, he was just out for a walk, and he only brought a mobile phone with change.To help Mr. Hikiri go home, he has to go back and get his wallet, and then change into civilian clothes.

The initial feeling was correct, this Yukimura Seichi was indeed a good boy.

Hikiri looked at the direction where Yukimura Seiichi left and sighed in his heart, but after looking at that direction for a while, he suddenly frowned.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they would probably only think that part is a bit gray due to the lighting problem, but in the eyes of Hidekiri, even from a distance, he can see the hideous scene there clearly.

"Oh, I thought nothing would happen after such a period of time."

Mustache stood up muttering to himself, and brushed off the fine dust accumulated on his body. Even though the sun was gone, his milk-blonde hair was not dimmed.

He looked over there, the smile on his face became brighter, but the look in his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"How bold you are, this evil spirit."

I don't know what the current evil spirits look like, and how is their strength compared to Ibaraki Doji?

"Well, I can already feel my brother's breath."

On the sidewalk of the street, Keimaru was walking quickly while holding a mobile phone to exchange information with Yiqi Yixi who split up with him.

Because of Higakiri's more and more obvious aura, the corners of the mouth that had been tensed for a long time along the way finally relaxed, revealing a cheerful and expectant smile.Even the passers-by next to him could feel the lively swirling wind blowing from the young man as he passed by at high speed.

"Thank you for the first phase of the palace, I will hang up first. We will communicate later."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Kagemaru immediately sped up the speed.Kagemaru, who was already moving forward at a fast pace, now only sees an afterimage if someone watches from the sidelines.

Feeling the breath of his brother who was getting closer and closer to him, the smile on Kagemaru's face became brighter and brighter.

However, at a certain moment, the sudden discomfort in the air froze the smile of Kagemaru, a bit of worry unconsciously appeared on his face, and his expression became serious.

"This is... miasma!"

Because he was worried that something would happen to him in the park with his mustache on, so in order to get back to the hospital faster, Yukimura Seichi chose to take a side road.

Although it is a small road, it is not so remote, and there are usually many nearby residents coming and going here.However, as soon as Yukimura Seiichi stepped into the alley today, he felt a strange atmosphere.

It was so quiet, Yukimura Seiichi felt as if he had stepped into an isolated island, he could clearly see the surrounding buildings, but there was no sound at all.

The sound of the rustling wind, the vague sound of the crowd in the distance, the distant engine and horn of the vehicle, all disappeared in this alley.

At the same time, the cold feeling that had been relieved in the sun just now came back and became more violent. Yukimura Seiichi almost thought that he had walked into an ice cave, and his whole body was covered with cold air.At this moment, Hidekiri's phrase "evil ghost" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Just now, Yukimura Seiichi thought it was Higakiri's nonsense, because the existence of "evil ghosts" was too surreal.But now in such a strange situation, this word suddenly appeared and imprinted in his mind.

Devil...?