Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

He is standing in the courtyard.

This is a traditional Japanese-style courtyard, and the bamboo tube filled with water hits the ground with a "snap", which breaks the tranquility and at the same time adds a bit of loneliness out of thin air.The long grass in the courtyard moves without wind, and there is a faint rustling sound, which is indescribably strange when combined with the dry well in sight.

The mouth of the well is covered with moss, and the hemp ropes tied to the barrels are messily wound on the wooden posts.And the rope is like those weeds, even if there is no trace of a breeze, it is still swaying, and the wooden barrel hits the wall of the well from time to time to make a "dongdong" sound, which seems to be so strange when viewed from a distance. It is somewhat like the scene where the toes of the hanged person keep hitting obstacles due to their weight.

A voice drifted over.

"One, two..."

...one, two?

"Three," the empty female voice continued to count, and at some point, a woman's shadow appeared by the well, "four..."

"...Did you think I would say that?!"

When the woman turned her head, her field of vision immediately narrowed.

She didn't even have a face—more precisely, there were only ghostly bones left.The long black hair and the pale skull are even more terrifying in comparison. The skull is almost stuck to his face, screaming shrilly from nowhere.

"What's the count?! Not a single one!" she yelled, "I'm usually generous enough to lend you guys, but now, what about my plates, dishes, and bowls?! Even the cupboards were smashed. It's almost rotten, won't your conscience hurt?!"

The skeleton's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and it was about to devour him in one bite——

"Wow--!"

Tsurumaru sat up abruptly from the bed.

"Huh?" He looked at the familiar layout around him and fell into a daze, and then it took a while to react, "Dream?"

...that was a scary dream.

He wiped his forehead and felt the moisture in his hand.Bright colors seep in from behind the heavy curtains, and the sky must have turned pale.It's just that it's not yet the main pill's work and rest time, Tsurumaru lay down again, and the more he looked at the ceiling, the more he felt that the pattern facing that piece looked like a human face.

Also like a skeleton.

Tsurumaru: "..."

He turned over and pretended nothing had happened.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga naturally didn't see it, the door behind him opened a small crack silently, and something slipped out quietly.

Honmaru's day officially begins at seven o'clock in the morning.

Horiguchi Chisato took the map from Hasebe, and asked casually, "How is the kitchen?"

"Yes, tell the master, it is still under repair." Hasebe replied, "But I don't know why, he left the half-repaired stove yesterday and went directly to repair the cupboard."

The "he" in Hasebe's mouth is of course Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who finally exchanged the price of repairing the kitchen for the freedom not to lock his doors and windows.Even if he complained that "this is not what a crane yearning for freedom should do", under the half-hearted smiles of everyone, in order not to be beaten, he had no choice but to lose, and honestly kept cutting at the candlestick all day long. Under the supervisor, he carried a claw hammer and nails to "ding, jingle, jingle" at the places that were smashed by monsters.

And the monster itself——

Tsurumaru led them to find the place where the mirror was hung, Horiguchi Chisato looked at it carefully, and really saw the shadow flashing past it.She didn't know what effect smashing the mirror would have, so she ordered them to nail the mirror to the wall facing the wall.After Qingjiang and Tsurumaru's description, plus what she saw, she roughly estimated the strength of this fierce monster.

Drill back and sneak, right?Okay, this time she can still get out against such a thick wall, and she loses.

"Just repair the cupboard, it has to be repaired anyway."

Thinking of those destroyed wooden utensils and pots and pans, everything turned into a word of "money", Chisato Horiguchi couldn't help but want to gnash his teeth.

The kitchen couldn't fire, and everyone in the hommaru had to eat instant food bought by Wanwu for three days in a row.

Although the taste can't be said to be bad, it is still not as interesting compared to the craftsmanship of candlestick cutting.

She looked back at the map she was holding in her hand.

The missions she has won recently are enough for them to almost walk all over the thick threshold mountain.

The map roughly depicts the terrain of Houkan Mountain, and the places that have been searched are marked with red crosses. From this point of view, there are not many places that have not been found yet.Chisato Horiguchi put the map on the table, and scanned the blank space with her eyes. Those remote locations made her doubt whether Yiqi Yizhen would really run there.

"I'll go with you next time." She said suddenly.

Hasebe hesitated when he heard it.

"But, master—"

"It's okay, haven't there been problems with space-time converters recently?"

Chisato Horiguchi didn't care.

"There will be no landing errors anymore, and things like last time will not happen. Moreover," there is another reason for her insistence, "since I have an inherited contract, sometimes I still have some feelings Yes, it’s easier to find than you.”

Seeing her expression, Hasebe knew that he couldn't persuade her.

"Then please allow me to go with you," he said, "the master's safety is up to me—"

"You will protect it?"

She snatched his words by the way, and Hasebe's face rarely showed a bit of color.

"……Yes."

Chisato Horiguchi couldn't help but think that at the beginning, she thought that she would never be able to get used to this attitude of putting life first.

"I'll leave it to you when the time comes." She pulled the blueprint aside, "Speaking of which, it won't be a problem if I can't find a single issue and let other people ignore it."

"What does the master mean...?"

"Well, I asked Qing Guang."

Horiguchi Chisato's gaze became darker.

"He said yes."

When Fu Sangshen was awakened from the dust, Horiguchi Chisato looked at the appearance of Okita Souji's other famous sword.

Chisato Horiguchi had seen their wardrobes before, and at this moment, he saw that the clothes Yamato Moriyasu was wearing were indeed the same Shinsengumi haori that was in the wardrobe.The scarf he wears around his neck is exactly the same as the one in Qingguang, California, except for the different colors.

There is no emotion in the drooping indigo eyes, and the mole at the corner of the eye is usually enough to add a touch of gentleness, but at this time it looks a bit too harsh.When her eyes met, Horiguchi Chisato thought for a moment that he was about to say something, but he just moved his lips, and then looked away.

These days, California Qingguang and the other knives took turns as captains, and it was already evening when they led the team back.After the finishing work of the mission stopped, the sky was completely stained with ink.Only the warehouse was still brightly lit, and California Qingguang stood not far away, watching his former companion nervously, while Yamato Shou'an, at first glanced at the surrounding Fusangshen, and then made no other expression.

Not indifferent like the guy he remembered, he couldn't help thinking.

Even though I had made psychological preparations long ago, it really is still...

"Clear light."

Chisato Horiguchi was not surprised by the non-cooperative attitude of the other party, and followed the previously agreed orders.

"You take him back to your room."

California Qingguang responded, and his companion followed his footsteps as if by default.

He could feel An Ding watching him from behind, and it was because of this that he felt a pain in his back.

"An Ding," he pursed his lips after walking a certain distance, and finally said, "Long time no see."

He originally thought that he would not get an answer from the other party.

"or."

It was an extremely unfamiliar tone, but it was indeed that guy's voice.

"In this Honmaru, it's the first time we meet."

California Qingguang suddenly remembered what he heard through the door when he was in the warehouse.

"Doesn't that count in the warehouse?" he asked.

There was a long silence behind him, and after a while, he heard Yamato Shou'an laughing as if laughing at himself.

"So you could hear me at that time," the tone was surprisingly calm, "Maybe even I didn't expect that it would take such a long time to break the contract."

What is the relationship between them like?

California clear thought.

The saber of the same person is equally difficult to control. Although the appearance is completely different, the essence is unexpectedly similar.Noisy, bickering with each other, this is the scene he expected when he first waited for Yamato to keep the peace, and it is definitely not as cold and unreasonable as it is now.

"This room," he opened the door, "have you lived in it too?"

Yamato Morita walked in sideways.

"Yes, in your absence. I thought, to beg—"

As if thinking of something, he pulled open the closet and saw the neatly hung clothes inside, his eyes became more and more obscure.He opened his mouth, not even willing to say the word "Master".

"Ha...hahahaha!" The overly intense emotion made Yamato Shou'an's laughter sharp, "Do you know what she wants me to do to that person?"

he knows.

The few words that Hasebe later secretly revealed were enough for him to guess the truth.

"Steady, calm down. I'm here now, Chief—"

California Qingguang paused.

"The general manager is also the same as in history, not because of your intervention—"

"so what?"

Yamato's steady voice was chilling to the bone.

"Whether it's you or Hasebe, why do you still admit the existence of the god judge? In the end, it's just treating us wantonly based on the contract."

California Qingguang alert, "What are you going to do?"

"Now, it's night, right? No matter how protective other people are, as long as she returns to the room—"

"I won't let you do that."

"Don't get in my way, Kiyoko."

When he flashed the California light and opened the door, his ears suddenly caught an extremely weak "click, click, click" sound.

A hand poked out from the shadows of the corridor.

But only one hand.

With five fingers as feet, it slowly crawled forward.The wrist seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and the section was very neat. Little by little, it crawled past their door from the other end of the corridor.When it passed by, it noticed Yamato's steady gaze, and it stood up on the fractured surface as a fulcrum.

Yamato Shou'an: "………………"

With a bang, he closed the door again.