Although Japan's economy developed rapidly a hundred years ago, most places were still rural, and steam trains were still a novelty.The fare is also quite expensive, so several compartments are often not full.

At this time, there is no need to pay attention to the seat number, as long as it is not too much, everyone likes to sit there.

Gojo Satoru and Higurashi Shizuna attracted everyone's attention as soon as they entered.In addition to the strange costumes of the two, the most terrible thing is that the 1.9-meter Gojo was called a giant in Japan during the Taisho era, so that everyone raised their heads and stared at the tall man in front of them in a daze.

Regarding the matter of "being watched", someone said that he had long been used to it, but Jing Nai, who couldn't stand it, dragged him to find a place to sit down.

This train has not been running for a long time. The leather on the seats is still very new, and many places around it are made of wood. Under the yellow light, it looks classical and romantic.

Sitting opposite them was a pair of teenagers and girls, both of whom were dressed in traditional Japanese clothes, the girl wore two braids, and the boy was pale and coughing.

The car hadn't started yet, and outside the window there were many vendors selling water with baskets on their hands. The coughing boy looked at them, stopped the vendors and bought two bottles of milk, and handed them to Gojo Satoru.

Wujo Wu: (⊙o⊙)?

The young man was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Take it, it's not easy for patients like us to walk in the society. Milk is also good for the eyes."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Higurashi Shizuna: "..."

Resisting the urge to burst into laughter, Jing Nai's face was already flushed, and she secretly glanced at Gojo Satoru who was a little stiff, feeling very happy.

Should!Let you cosplay Kakashi all day long!

But Gojo Satoru is Gojo Satoru after all, and his thick skin is beyond comparison to ordinary people, but he took it with a smile in an instant, and then drank it in one gulp.

The car drove slowly.

Although the steam train is very interesting, the speed is far from comparable to the Shinkansen of later generations, so the freshness of the two lasted for a while, and then they began to feel bored.

At this time, the conductor came to check the ticket, and Jing Nai looked at the other person's sunken eyes and wobbly body with some worry, and always felt that there were so many weird people today...

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, froze there after the conductor left, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hello?" Jing Nai stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Gojo looked around, then turned to Jing Nai and said, "I guess I won't be able to arrive in Kyoto until tomorrow, so let's talk about something interesting now."

.

Jing Nai only thought that he was having another convulsion, and turned away indifferently.

"Hey - don't be like this, I know, let's play the Yamanote Line game with what you like Gojo Satoru!"

"all"

"Hush! Keep your voice down, many people are going to rest at night. I know, I know, I'll play with you, but at least I'll change it to something quieter." Jing Nai couldn't help being entangled by him, she just nodded in agreement.

Gojo Satoru put down his hands contentedly, thought for a while, and said, "How about, let's play sea turtle soup."

"Sea turtle soup..."

The so-called "Turtle Soup" refers to a situational reasoning game. The questioner gives an unimaginable event, and then the other party asks the question. The questioner can only give "yes", "no" and "it has nothing to do with this event" based on the answer. Three options.

Although Jing Nai knew what this thing was, she still felt that it was not good to play it at night.

"Come on, oh, you two should come together." Wujo Satoru invited the braided girl and the sickly boy sitting across from him.

The two looked at each other, perhaps out of concern for the disabled (?), and did not refuse in the end.However, after understanding the rules, the girl suggested that the first question should be solved by herself.

Several people agreed, the girl bowed her head, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "In the deep mountain, there is a wooden house, in which there lived a family of three. One day, the parents went down the mountain to purchase, and the daughter was at home by herself, so she hid in the basement because of fear. Her father went crazy, may I ask why?"

"Me, me, me!" Gojo Satoru raised his hand enthusiastically, "Because his daughter died in the basement!"

The girl shook her head, "No."

"How could it be?" Gojo Satoru felt a little regretful, and continued, "Father has mental illness himself."

"No."

...This idiot, Higurashi Shizuna held her forehead, not in the mood to listen to the other party's tricks, and asked tentatively after thinking for a while: "Mother, is something wrong?"

The girl paused, "Yes."

"died?"

"Yes."

"Did the girl cause the mother's death?"

"Yes."

Jing Nai suddenly remembered a piece of news she read when she was a child, and asked hesitantly, "Did it snow a lot that day?"

"……Yes."

The girl was silent for a long time, and slowly replied: "Since you have guessed this, you already know almost everything. My mother quarreled with her husband on the way down the mountain, and halfway back home, the house was locked by her daughter. She yelled outside for a long time. My daughter I hid in the basement and didn’t hear it. In the end, the woman was tired and wanted to sit outside for a rest, but happened to encounter a blizzard, and when my father came back the next day, what he saw was his wife’s body.”

Sure enough... Jing Nai's hometown is in Hokkaido, and there are many similar things every year. The real hypothermia is often only for a few 10 minutes. This kind of thing is a tragedy for a family.She was just about to praise the other party for a good question, but she accidentally saw tears streaming from the corners of the girl's eyes.

After a moment of hesitation, Jing Nai thoughtfully handed over the disposable wet wipes that she carried with her.

The girl thanked her and turned to wipe her tears.

The surrounding atmosphere was a bit dull for a while, Shizuna gave Gojo Satoru a hard look, what the hell game was he going to play!

However, Gojo Satoru just smiled, hugged his shoulders and said nothing.

The car fell into silence, only the light bulb on the top made a slight electric sound.

Higurashi Shizuna felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

……

With a sound of "pop!", a light bulb burst due to the unbearable pressure.

Jing Nai sat up abruptly, rubbing her eyes blankly, wondering, how did she fall asleep?

Twisting his stiff neck, he was about to ask Gojo Satoru next to him when he suddenly felt something was wrong.Looking down, a big hand was pressing on her body, and the palm of the hand happened to touch her chest and chest.

The veins on Higurashi Shizuna's forehead were throbbing violently, even if she played an idiot in normal times, this would be too much!

"You, train sex, devil!" shouted, just about to reach out to punch the opponent, and then saw Wujo Wu's sleeping face.

Jing Nai was stunned for a moment, and pushed the other party twice, but she couldn't wake him up no matter what.

No, not right!

No matter how tired you are, this is impossible.

She looked around and saw that the car was full of people falling asleep.

At this moment, she suddenly heard someone singing at the front of the car, opened the window, and jumped out.

……

Nightmare stood on the train with her hands outstretched, as if admiring her own masterpiece.

His blood ghost technique is hypnosis to make people intoxicated in dreams, so although the strength and speed are lacking compared to other lower strings, they can be ranked first.

Because no matter how powerful you are, as long as you are human, you will have regrets in your heart. Sometimes the stronger you are, the more regrets you will have.

It is precisely because of this that he has the strength to fight against the pillar.

After killing those people in the car, it is estimated that you can get more blood from Mr. Wu Mi, and then challenge the winding!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help humming happily.

"Ah, it turns out that ghosts can also be tone deaf."

Nightmare's eyes widened, and she turned her head in disbelief, only to see a girl in a black coat holding a knife, staring at herself coldly.

"Why... why didn't I feel your dream! You guy, don't you, don't you want anything!"

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Higurashi Shizuna assumed an attacking posture, "I've got everything I want."

"You are such a poor ghost, you won't understand the life of a lucky girl like me!"

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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