Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

"I think about it a lot."

The girl was sitting on the platform with her back leaning against a wide pillar, her calf tightly wrapped by stockings under her uniform skirt was hanging on the edge of the platform, swaying slightly with her mood.

She put her hands on her sides, and the black leather shoes on her feet were as clean as new.It hit the stone fault, occasionally making a dull sound.

Below that is the track stretching to the left and right. The gravel on the track is different in size. After the erosion of time, it has been soaked in the night, and the traces of being stained with blood have long since disappeared.

"I, I thought about it over and over again." She said with a smile, her tone was filled with resentment that didn't match her expression, and she didn't even give the person standing next to her a hand out of the corner of her eye, "Why... the one who died was me Woolen cloth?"

Chisato Horiguchi died in a murder without warning.

It was on this platform, right where she was sitting right now.

It happened suddenly.

On that day three years ago, it was an ordinary morning as usual, but Chisato Horiguchi happened to oversleep.She hurriedly settled her breakfast with a rice ball at the convenience store in front of her house, and when she ran to the station, the tram she usually took closed right in front of her eyes.

Chisato Horiguchi, who was running out of breath, had to stand behind the yellow line again. Since the people in front had already squeezed into the tram, she took advantage of the opportunity to stand at the front.Not long after, the commuters who went to work and school also lined up in the back one after another, waiting for the arrival of the next express tram.

It was still a bit late.

Horiguchi Chisato raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and then looked at the arrival time of the next train displayed on the signboard, thinking about when he could arrive at the school.

She has a bad habit of not arriving early if she gets stuck in time, that is to say, the train she left just now was the last tram that she could just catch up with for class, so she must be late now.

I can't sleep again tomorrow.

Such thoughts flashed in Horiguchi Chisato's mind, she watched the long tram roaring from a distance.

Then, someone pushed her behind the back.

This person used so much strength that Chisato Horiguchi was pushed forward while he was stunned.She had time to take another step on the platform, but she couldn't stop the tendency of falling down at all. She crossed the platform with half of her body, and smashed her arm hard on the gravel paved on the track.

Chisato Horiguchi's 17-year-old life ended at the moment when the tram came, which was also the last vivid image she saw in this world.

There were screams all around.

"Not long ago, about the girl who was in the same school as us... Have you heard about it?"

When the female high school student in the uniform of a private girls' high school walked through the wide open tram door and got off the platform, she turned around with some hesitation and said to her companion.

"Well, it must be the vicious murder." Her friend nodded. "I was really scared to death when I heard it. Who would have thought that they would be pushed down after waiting for the car?"

"That's it."

They walked up the stairs side by side to the station entrance, and the female high school student who spoke earlier continued with lingering fear: "That's the class I often sit in. I heard that the man wanted to find someone to rest his back with, if it wasn't for me I happened to get up early that day and wanted to go to the club first...Maybe I will meet you."

Maybe, the one who was pushed down just happened to change the candidate.

"Fortunately it's not Lingmei you." Hearing this, her friend also showed a look of sympathy, "Also, I think we must not stand in the first row when we wait for the bus in the future. "

"Well, I think so too."

The high school student named Suzumi responded vaguely, and then touched her bare arm outside the short sleeve: "Do you feel a little cold?"

"It seems...it's a bit, buy a cup of hot cocoa when you pass by the convenience store later!"

Excitedly discussing their next trip, two female high school students walked through the ticket gate at the station, unaware that they had just passed the victim of the incident.

Chisato Horiguchi stood where she was, her expression unmoved.

That ticket gate was like a boundary, clearly separating her from the world of the living.

She knew she was dead, just as she knew she would never leave this station.

The ghost named Chisato Horiguchi, at the moment of death, became the earth-bound spirit of this station and platform.She had no way to leave here, and even the truth of her own death was heard from passing passengers.

The incident defined by the police as a vicious criminal case swept the headlines of major media within a few days.

What was supposed to be just one of the commonplace suicides in this overstressed society drew widespread attention when a man pushed a female high school student standing in front of him before jumping himself.According to the police investigation, the man who committed suicide had nothing to do with the high school student who was pushed down by him, and his suicide note proved this point even more.

The company's layoffs, emotional setbacks, and the combination of the two things made him desperately choose to end his life by lying on the train—but it was not enough to vent his hatred for this society.

"Anyway, I don't want to die like this alone."

"It doesn't matter even if you drag someone on your back."

It was clearly written in his suicide note.

The girl who was murdered by him was from a wealthy family, and she was studying in a famous private high school for girls. Her grades were among the best among her peers, and her classmates and teachers were full of praise when she mentioned it. The future was originally bright.Who would have thought that the light was buried under the wheel just in the past.

After the information was reported, it aroused the sympathy of many people.

But so what?

The dead are gone.

What's more, no one has ever known that the person who they feel a little bit embarrassed when they talk about it is still trapped in a corner of the station, and cannot be freed for a long time.

"Why was it me who died?"

As if talking to himself, but also as if questioning, Horiguchi Chisato repeated it in a murmur.

The person next to him didn't answer.

long silence.

After a while, Horiguchi Chisato spoke by herself, her voice was very soft, and she was talking about another unrelated topic.

"I used to dislike my family very much."

she says.

"Both my father and my mother have always been busy with their own work, so that there are very few opportunities for three people to sit together in my family all year round. I have been thinking, anyway, I am not a child anymore, In their hearts, they give me material conditions, and I repay them with achievements and face, and that's enough."

"but."

"It was only after I died that I found out that they were the ones I most wanted to see."

Chisato Horiguchi, who was trapped in the station, saw her parents only a few months after her death.

At that time, they finally mustered up the courage to come to the place where the only woman's life was taken to take a look.

The pride of father and mother does not allow them to cry in public and in front of people, but the normally elegant mother still has red eyes. When she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, she didn't realize that her daughter was standing next to her and wanted to touch her. the corner of her eye.

Mom, don't cry.

Horiguchi Chisato watched his fingers pass through his mother's body, and turned around to hold his father's trembling hands, but found that it was still futile.

When the mother finally couldn't restrain her emotions and was on the verge of collapse, the father turned around and left the station with his wife's shoulders in his arms. When he left the station, he looked back again.

They've only been here once.

She couldn't leave here, so Horiguchi Chisato never saw her parents again after that.She didn't know if they moved away from this sad place, or if they just never came to this station again.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound.

The person who was standing just now just sat down on the edge of the platform like Chisato Horiguchi, his movements were not elegant, and he didn't care whether his white clothes would be stained or not - with those who couldn't really touch the platform Chisato Horiguchi is different, he can condense into entities.

It doesn't match the image of a god that Horiguchi Chisato imagined in the past.

But just being in the same place with him, Horiguchi Chisato could feel his strength.

And she herself, because of her wasted death, coupled with her obsession with the living, resentment invaded her soul, not only could she not be reincarnated, but she was always trapped on this narrow platform.

From spring to autumn, from winter to summer.

The little warmth that was once born as a human being has long since disappeared, and what remains is only gradually distorted hatred for this world.

Due to the movement of the person next to him, Horiguchi Chisato put the hands that were on the sides above his thighs.

"I really want to push him down."

Wraith Ling said in an emotional tone, revealing an almost naive cruelty.

and uncontrollable malice.

Half an hour ago, the platform ushered in the last last train at midnight.

The resentment that had been rolling over for three years gradually condensed into a substantial killing intent, and when I saw that office worker in a suit with a tired face, it was like activating a mechanism buried deep in my memory, and the killing intent continued. It also spewed out uncontrollably.One second before Horiguchi Chisato's fingertips were about to touch the man's back, someone grabbed her hand.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, the scorched black mark on her right wrist was still very clear, and it made people feel a pain just looking at it—even though she and the guy who made the mark knew that he was useless at the time what strength.

Direct physical contact with the gods is in itself an injury to her spiritual body.

"Since I can die, there is no reason why others can't," she sneered, "Why stop me?"

"You have accumulated enough grievances."

The tone of the gods was light, but there was a strange tenderness.

"If you get murdered again, then you really can't stand up."

"For me now, is there any difference between turning over or not?"

Chisato Horiguchi asked back, but was blocked by what the other party said next.

"My strength is not as powerful as you think, and I cannot completely control a person's life and death." He said, "I can give you a chance to live again, but only a chance. I hope you can only do two things, learn to live Loving someone, and how to love yourself. Until you actually do, you can't make this possibility a reality with your own hands."

Is that so?

She had nothing to lose anyway.

There was a bit of sarcasm in the smile on her face.

"Then, my dear Lord God."

The hem of the uniform skirt slid, and Chisato Horiguchi bent her knees and stood up from the edge of the platform, looking down at the long-haired god in white from a condescending angle that subverted the real status between the two, "What do you want me to do?"

"Recently," the god didn't care about this, "someone asked me to help find humans with spiritual power in the world."

"But I'm not human anymore."

"Even after wandering as a wraith for three years, its essence has not changed. They are not strict in their requirements for candidates. I think you can try to complete this task."

"—and," he warned, "don't use your real name there."

"why?"

The god then got up, and his slender fingers touched her forehead gently.

"Will be 'hidden from the gods'."

Hidden——

Chisato Horiguchi had heard many strange stories about this, and it probably meant that it was always hidden by gods and monsters for unknown reasons, and there was no news from the world since then.

"I see, is that the kind of place I'm going to..." She raised her eyes, "Then, what should my name be?"

The question, which was supposed to be asked and answered by itself, was unexpectedly answered by the gods.

"For 'Qianli', how about 'Qing'?"

Changing the pronunciation of her name a little, Horiguchi Chisato was thoughtful.

"Which word?"

"The 'sunny' of 'sunny day'."

"Change it, that sunny name doesn't suit me."

"What about the 'Qing' of 'Qing Shu'?"

"Strange name... But, that's fine."

Resentment Ling moved his lips, but he didn't say the word "thank you".The god who looked at the end of the track from afar seemed to have understood what she was thinking, and smiled slightly.

He is confident.

——To the God-inspector code-named "Qing".

The author has something to say:

Regarding the name, this is not very important, but I feel that it is better to explain the logic... Qianli’s pseudonym is ちさと, and the single character 千 can be pronounced as せん. After the change, せい has the same pronunciation as Qingheqing.But in fact, せい's clear is generally used for surnames (that is, pronunciation), and the pronunciation in the name is きよし, so Qianli will complain about strange names...Why do I have to make it so complicated...