Don't compete with fairy tale vests

A hexagonal room immediately caught the eyes of the two of them.

The room was as straight as a beehive, and the floating light inside showed a dull yellow color, very much like the sunset at Yokohama Port.

The room has six walls, and three doors of different shapes are distributed on three of them at intervals, while the rest of the walls are painted with patterns.There are graffiti in the shape of children, and there are also exquisite paintings, which make the boy very interested in it.

Among the three doors, one was the one they came in. It was an ordinary wooden door panel, and it was tightly closed at this time. When it couldn't be opened, the red light disappeared.

The other two doors are even farther apart.

To Yumeno Hisaku's left is a black door, and to his right is a dark maroon door.He pondered for a while, but he always felt that black was not pleasing to the eye, and finally chose to enter the door on the right.

The light in this room is a little darker than the previous one, and the light coming from nowhere, seems to be transmitted through the refraction of the amber wine, flowing in it vaguely.Patterned in this room are vessels of many different styles and uses.

Yumeno Hisaku could only recognize some common cups and bowls, and there seemed to be some patterns on the ceiling, but in such a blurred light, he only vaguely saw a monster with one horn and four limbs .

The person who drew the painting must be a person with extremely bad drawing skills. This is the only impression the boy has after seeing that painting.

Of the seven colors that were filled in later, almost none of them stayed within the black lines honestly, and every place that came out was unimaginable. It really can be called some kind of spiritual pollution. .

Yumeno Hisashi glanced at the magician who followed him silently as soon as he came in and was addicted to sugar biscuits. It is rare to have someone who can push himself to others, so he kindly didn't let the brave look up, so as not to do it at night. nightmare.

This time, the two doors have very different styles.

The black paint on the door on the left has not yet dried completely, and it has already begun to show mottled marks, and the place where a large piece has fallen off is wrapped with a bandage to conceal it; the door on the right does not have much pattern It is an ordinary wooden door, but when you smell it closely, you can smell a faint fishy smell.

Although I don't like fishy food very much, and I absolutely reject sea fish and the like, but the bandages really left a great negative impression on Yumeno Kusaku. The little boy chose the right side almost without thinking. the door.

Then there are many doors, some windows that are not even doors, fireplaces and the like.

Accompanied by a brave man with a particularly long name, Yumeno Hisaku made his own decisions one by one, and his concept of dreams became clearer.

After pushing open the round door made of white, yellow, and black, Yumeno Hisaku felt a moist warm air caressing his cheeks, which was the night wind in Yokohama.The complex scent was sent into the boy's nostrils in the evening wind, the breath of freedom was breathed greedily by the boy, and his mood became brighter unconsciously.

The will-o'-the-wisp, who had been following closely behind the boy, shook his clothes and put on his cloak again. The frosted biscuits that had been inside had been almost wiped out along the way.

"It's amazing, did you only stay in it for such a short time?" The boy holding the doll looked at the time on the billboard and exclaimed in novelty. The wonderful adventure in Qianmen Temple just now seemed to children It was extremely exciting, even for Yumeno Hisaku, who grew up in a very different environment from ordinary children.

"Let me just say, how could the great brave man lie to you." The ghost magician with a particularly long name triumphantly pointed his thumb at his nose, obviously feeling very comforted by the boy's words.

They came out from the door of a small warehouse. When Yumeno Hisaku looked back, as expected, it was just an ordinary firmly locked door, and there was no trace of them walking out from here before.

Is this magic or supernatural powers?Yumeno Hisaku looked at the young man beside him who was holding his hand tightly, but suddenly felt that this issue was a bit unpleasant as the current focus.

The place Senmonji leads to is an ordinary street in Yokohama.

Yumeno Hisaku was a little disappointed at first, but it was rare to be able to come out so easily.

The combination of a black-skinned young man with elf-like ears and a young lady with black and white hair is a bit unorthodox on the street, and it has attracted some attention for them, but perhaps it is because Japan is a country with a strong two-dimensional culture. This appearance does not make them too out of place.

It was a rest day at this time, there was a lot of traffic on the street, and collisions were inevitable. This made Yumeno Kusaku, who had a special ability, had to be very careful to avoid innocent passers-by under the leadership of the ghost fire spirit.

At the beginning, it can be regarded as a fresh dodging game, but when it gets boring, it becomes a burden for boys to play.

"His Royal Highness, would you like to sit on my neck?" asked the magician with a particularly long name, and he was very considerate outside of Secondary School.

"On your shoulders?"

Yumeno Hisaku didn't expect to get this invitation from the young man. This kind of thing is too intimate for the temporary partners who have only known each other for two days and got together like a joke.

The neck is a fragile part. Yumeno Hisaku wanted to ask this brave man who thought of himself as a princess without authorization, why did he believe that he would not use it to kill him?

The boy has been muttering in his heart since before, the young man's eyes are the same color as Mori Ogai, the young man's immunity to Yumeno Hisaku's spell is the same trait as Dazai Osamu, but for the will-o'-the-wisp that he always calls himself, he has nothing to say Not at all annoying.

"Yes, on your shoulders, and on my shoulders——Hugh Evansester von Materazina, Firmino Zatellerby, Nikita Anderson."

Seeing the young man's shining eyes full of smiles, Yumeno Hisaku let out a soft hum as if he had been bewitched. He accepted this kind of straightforward kindness very jerky, and even wanted to escape.

"Sit down."

The petite boy was easily carried on the shoulders by Heipi Qingnian, Yumeno Kusaku didn't exercise often, and the weight was very light.The blades he had wrapped around his arm bandages were forcibly taken out by the young man, and he was able to hug the young man's head naturally.

The white hair of the will-o'-the-wisp always sticks out in all directions unrulyly, but it's not as rough as it looks. Hisaku only feels that the hair under the chin is soft and warm.

"Then," the magician with a particularly long name said, imitating a shifting action while facing the convertible car that was starting up, "the train conductor of the Rising Sun Train reminds you that the train is about to start running, please stand still and support yourself."

"The first-class star explorer, the first-class star explorer, officially departs!"

In a certain corner, a rare male three-colored cat looked at the happy scene in front of him, and licked his paws, where the aroma of dried fish still lingered just now.After watching the two go away, the cat disappeared among the debris.