[Comprehensive] The master of my family is the author

The old Japanese-style buildings have scratches on the doors and windows, and the elevated foundation perfectly isolates the moisture from the ground.In the yard full of neat green grass, the stone steps of the corridor are connected to an irregularly shaped stone road, which is connected to the small red arch bridge over the lake.

The big emerald green tree swayed its leaves with the wind, and occasionally leaves fell to the ground. In the old wooden corridor, the floor was creaked by two tall and handsome teenagers.The two of them held a few sheets in their hands, and moved towards a certain place purposefully.

The boy who tied his dark blue hair into a single ponytail with a white headband was wearing a blue undergarment, a gray hakama kimono, and a white scarf around his neck.He has a tear mole under his eye.It's obviously a very attractive finishing touch, but because of his sunny and lively appearance, this mole has no sense of existence.

Suddenly, he gloated a little and said, "The newcomer, Keimaru-kun, seems to have been frightened by the lord." As if remembering something funny, he squinted his eyes with a smile, looking like a cat enjoying the sun.

And the person next to him is like another side of him.

The boy was wearing a dark red undergarment, a black hakama kimono, and a red scarf around his neck.His hair is short, with only a long lock of hair tied around his shoulders with a white headband.There was bright red nail polish on the fingertips.As if paired with someone else, he has a beauty mole on the corner of his mouth.

Compared with the brisk pace of the former, his movements are slightly slow and graceful, like a long-haired cat slowly stretching its body.

They are Fusangshen of swords descended from the gods by people called god judges. At the moment they possessed a human body, their duty was to guard the established history with their current masters.

After hearing the words of the people around him, the boy's crimson pupils showed obvious dislike, and he said, "That can't be helped, after all, our lord will look like a zombie when the deadline comes."

The sunny boy was obviously taken aback when he heard it, and suddenly said: "Oh? Has Qing Guang seen those movies too? I thought you wouldn't be interested."

"Who would be interested in that kind of story!" California Qingguang complained with a disheveled expression on his face, wishing he could erase the memory that had awakened in his mind.

But in vain——!

The picture he glanced at before was too shocking, even if he deliberately forgot it, after being reminded by others, the picture he suddenly recalled was still so clear that it was terrifying.

"An Ding, I really can't understand you. You won't be afraid of having nightmares at night if you watch too many of those movies." Qing Guang vowed that he would never touch the CD in the living room box again in his life.Thinking about it...it's disgusting!

Yamato Moran Ding waved his hand indifferently, and comforted his little friend, "It's okay, it's okay, if I have a nightmare, I'll drag the pillow and go to Mr. Ishikirimaru and Mr. Aoe to sleep."

Mr. Ishikirimaru is a magic sword that has been enshrined in the shrine, and Mr. Smiling Aoe once cut ghosts...

Now that the friends have said so, Qingguang doesn't intend to do more to dissuade him, anyway, he is not the one who suffers in the end.Just like what the lord said, sometimes you can have a better memory if you suffer a little, so that you won't be tricked too badly in the future.

Alas, so, my lord, what have you experienced before?

"Speaking of which, are these going to be sent to the master's bedroom?"

Hearing the sound, Qing Guang turned his head to look at An Ding who was asking and nodded, and replied: "Well, today is the deadline, and the things in the lord's house should be changed, or else when Cangbe and Candlestick cut them out and come back, they will probably go out again." It's going to be a night."

"Ahahaha..." After hearing this, An Ning parted her mouth and smiled helplessly.

In the entire Honmaru (house), the conscientious Hasebe and the chef's Candlestick cut the strictest requirements on the lord, and even made a washing list for the lord.

What about washing hair every two days, taking a bath every three days, and trimming nails once a week-how detailed the schedule should be.Those who didn't know thought their protagonist couldn't take care of himself.No... If it's limited to the deadline, it's true that I can't take care of myself.

An Ding and Qing Guang were chatting, and they had already arrived outside the master bedroom where the lord was resting.It's just that the two of them were taken aback when they saw the people wandering anxiously outside the door.

Qing Guang called out: "The five tigers retreat?"

"Ah?" The cute blond boy in black uniform was taken aback, and even the five little white tigers who followed him were also taken aback.The five pups moved in unison with their owner, turning their heads in unison.

Seeing that they were acquaintances, the five tigers breathed a sigh of relief, and timidly responded: "Well, Mr. California and Mr. Yamato Mori, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." An Ding responded, and asked, "Why are you outside the lord's door, and you have something to ask the lord?"

"No, no." Wu Hutui hurriedly shook his head, rubbed his toes lightly on the smooth floor, and replied, "Because, because today is the deadline, I want to come and see the lord. But! I knocked on the door a few times. , there is no response from inside, obviously, I have never done this before, I am very worried..."

Seeing Wu Hutui's worried and frustrated look, Qing Guang and An Ding glanced at each other. Years of tacit understanding made them quickly feel that something was wrong.Now that he had no choice but to disturb the lord's work, An Ding handed the sheet to Qing Guang, and opened the door of the lord's own room.

In the dimly lit room, stacks of books were piled up randomly, like small mountain peaks, and some books were piled so high that they almost reached the ceiling.And there are various single-page papers full of words in these books, and they will be scratched by them if you don't pay attention.Although the arrangement is very messy, every book in this room has labels and annotations that the lord has read.

It's not completely arranged in a disorderly manner, but according to the relationship between habit and searching for information, it will be placed in this way casually.

An Ding and Qing Guang came to Honmaru earlier, and they were used to this scene.

Qing Guang put the quilt aside, led the five tigers back, followed An Ding, and came to the deepest place with ease.Near the window, they found the protagonist buried in a pile of books...

The poor buried person only has half of her body outside. She is lying on the ground, her short hair is messy and unrestrained standing upright in all directions. She looks unkempt, and one can't help but want to press her head just by looking at her. into the water.The pajamas on his body were even more unbearable to see that he was wearing them backwards. The button was on the back, and one button was missing.The only good news is that the black back shirt in the pajamas is well worn.

It was like a picture of a building being blown down after a typhoon passed through.

Qing Guang was stunned for a moment before he realized that he wanted to rescue the person who was crushed by the pile of books, but he was stopped by An Ding as soon as he took a step.

On weekdays, An Ding always smiled and frowned, wondering: "It's so strange."

"Huh? What's strange." Qing Guang looked at his partner in puzzlement.

"Mr. Yamatomori, is there a problem here?"

"It's the direction the book falls." As An Ding said, he knelt down and pointed to the bottom book, "Under normal circumstances, if the book fell over by itself, even if it fell over, the person should be lying on his back. , but the lord is lying on the ground."

"So? Do you think the pile of books was pushed down?" A message suddenly flashed in Qing Guang's head.Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Wu Hutui's worried voice.

"Could it be an enemy attack?!"

The voice of the five tigers retreating fell, and the five cute tigers under his feet seemed to have received the signal, and Qiqi's fried hair let out a warning roar to warn the surroundings.

After Qingguang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, he sighed helplessly, and explained to Wu Hutui: "That should be impossible. The main pill is located in the enchantment of the corridor lined up by the torii gates, and it is the place between the gods and the gods. At the junction of the world, our master is protected by the gods, and dirty souls cannot enter here."

"If it's not the enemy, could it be...the lord buried himself?"

"Why do you have to be so boring and bury yourself?" Although Qing Guang said so, he was as unwilling to believe that there would be someone who would be unfavorable to the lord in this pill.

While Qing Guang and Wu Hu Tui were talking, An Ding collected evidence without destroying the scene.

His protagonist has severe myopia, so severe that hermaphrodites are 30 meters away, and humans and animals are indistinguishable within 50 meters. She has said more than once that it is great that swordsmen have different hair colors. Rely on hair color to tell who is who.She is a person who cannot do without glasses except for sleeping, but those heavy glasses are thrown at the corner of the table at this moment.The lord's favorite old fountain pen was destroyed by someone. The disassembled wreckage was left on the table, and the leaked ink sprayed the paper.

Her left hand was pressing on the polluted paper, all five fingers were stained with ink, only one was stained, but it was strangely in the blank space, looking carefully, the fingertips were crooked, like ……Character?

An Ding, who has never studied English, does not know that distorted word, which is a "B" for "separated family".

Why is this left?Is there any point in leaving such symbols?

While An Ding was guessing, Wu Hutui came over at some point. He looked at the strange symbol and said, "Is this Thirteen?"

At first glance, the "B" written by the scorer is indeed "13" in Arabic numerals.

What does 13 represent?

An Ding thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Could it be... our number?"

Other than that, there seems to be no other answer.

An An's answer hit Qingguang's heart like a heavy hammer.At that moment, the darkness began to spread from his body, and Qing Guang could no longer hear any sound except his own heartbeat. It seemed that something was staring at his back, and a coldness climbed up from behind, allowing him to control the sound. I couldn't help but want to draw my sword to defend myself.He desperately moved his limbs that were stiff due to tension, and pulled the corners of his mouth to make a sound, but suddenly the area around his eyes darkened, he couldn't help shaking, and after shaking his head lightly, his vision returned to normal.

An Ding, who was rubbing his chin with his head down, and Wu Hu Tui, who was slowly standing up again, didn't notice anything strange about Qing Guang.

Before the five tigers quit and asked again, Yamato Shou'an had already stood up, and he looked back at the expressionless Qing Guang with a serious face.

"there is only one truth!"

Such a domineering posture, and that subtly matched the speech in a certain series, the five tigers who had been fascinated by Yamato's steady movements retreated, let out a small exclamation, and asked quickly: "Then, That Yamato Mori-san! Do you need anesthesia needles, glasses, detective hats or something?"

An Ding silently waved a finger, turned his head, and familiarly found the bookshelf covered by books, rummaged around, and found a pipe ornament.

He put the pipe in his mouth, like an Italian gentleman, pulled down the brim of his hat and said, "Next, let me, Yamato Shou'an, solve this puzzle!"

Qingguang silently looked at the five tigers who were full of admiration, and Yamato Shou'an who somehow entered the wrong channel. He really didn't want to admit that he knew these two.Are you sure you don't dig the protagonist out of the pile of books first?

An Ding seemed to be bewitched, pointing forward and said: "There is no mistake! The murderer must be the knife number 13!"

"Then, who is NO.13?"

Faced with the question of the five tigers retreating, the three of them bowed their heads and fell silent.