Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

Hearing the shouts outside, Yamabachi hesitated for a moment.

This inexplicably dropped roommate was always so startled, and he was used to it.

Even Yamabachi didn't understand why it was so frightened by the same existence even though it was a ghost itself.If it's just a ghost, even Fu Sangshen can scare it enough.The last time it ran back shouting "Help someone", Yamabuchi knew from the description that it was a new comeback, and he didn't know why it was an oolong this time.

After thinking about it, he still picked up the main body on the table and walked towards the direction of the sound.

The god judge stipulates that he is not allowed to go out at night, and he doesn't want to meet other ghosts rashly and cause trouble.When he was thirsty and found that the kettle was empty, the ghost of white cloth volunteered to ask for help, asked where to pour the water, and then walked out the door in high spirits.

... And then, there was an all-too-familiar cry for help.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out why the other party so firmly believes that he is the same kind.

While running in small steps, Grandma Shan weighed the white cloth that was still draped around her body, and frowned.

Because of this?

Still, it's true that "roommates" are on good terms.

The lights in the corridor were as dim as ever, and I heard that Hasebe was still thinking about how to balance the electricity bill.Fortunately, Da Dao's night vision is enough for him to see the road clearly. When Shanbau made three or two steps to rush over, what happened to him was a strange scene where a white cloth was in a stalemate with a skeleton.

When Shirabu Ghost turned his head, his eyes lit up when he saw Yamabukiri walking over.It looked as if it was riding on the back of a mountain, and its two claws were inserted towards... According to its body shape, it should be at the waist.

"Are you afraid, are you afraid?"

It was full of confidence and announced loudly with joy.

"This is the price you paid for scaring me to drop the cup. This is—" Bai Bu ghost said seriously, "It's a battle with Bai Bu's dignity!"

Yamabagiri: "..."

What is the dignity of Baibu?

"what happened?"

He asked, maybe it was because the white cloth ghost was always responsible for frightening, but Yamabukiri calmed down in this situation.

"That's it, that's it!"

The white cloth ghost is completely complaining, and is full of expectations for its friends to help it uphold justice.

"I originally came here to pour water according to what you said, but when I turned my head, I saw it ambushing here! It must have malicious intentions! It really scared me to death!"

The skeleton turned pale with fright.

It frantically pulled out its ribs and knocked "dongdong".

——It is wronged, wronged!

If Tsurumaru is here, it can translate "I want to wait for it to go", "I really just want to get a key".

It's a pity that its teammates were locked in the room, and the knife and ghost in front of it didn't understand what it was hitting.

Yamabachi knew the nature of his roommate very well, and he thought that things were not necessarily what he said, even if the skeleton stood there, the ghost of Baibu would be frightened.

but……

"Master said," he looked at the trembling skeleton standing on the other side, "if you see such a guy..."

Yamabuchi took two steps forward, the closer he was, the more ominous the skeleton could feel.It backed away nervously, not wanting to hear what the other party was going to say, turned around and wanted to run, and suddenly felt a force grabbing its wrist bone.

"Whoa-"

White cloth ghost: "...ah."

It stared stupidly at the torn bone from its paw.

Originally, I just listened to the meaning of Yamabuchi, and couldn't let it go so quickly, but I didn't expect...

The white cloth ghost slowly lowered his head, looking at the bones all over the floor.

Why did it fall apart as soon as it fell?

old.

The skeleton rolled its head twice, looking at the parts of its body scattered on the ground after a fall, thinking desolately.

Can this osteoporosis be cured?

"It seems that I can put it back on again." Yamabuchi silently walked to the side of the white cloth ghost and squatted down. He touched his thigh bone carefully and cautiously, "That's what Yiqi Yizhen said."

But judging by the way it looks, it seems that it doesn't want to assemble it by itself in front of them.

"Let's go and inform the master first."

Tsurumaru was bored waiting in the room.

He lay down from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and he had already imagined the fright that would be staged fifty or sixty times in his mind. When he heard the sound of the door lock turning, he was overjoyed and immediately sat up from the bed.Tsurumaru looked towards the door excitedly, but what he saw were the figures of Kobo and Yamabukiri.

……what?

The two walked in one after the other carrying something horizontally.

Tsurumaru watched helplessly as his teammate who had promised to save him had his feet tied up with hemp rope, his face was clearly only bones, but for some reason he could see that there was nothing to love.

Candlestick cut hadn't fully woken up yet, several times he threw the other end of the rope onto the crossbeam and fell down again.

Yamabuchi took the hemp rope silently and succeeded once.

"Mr. Crane," the two men hung up the assembled skeleton again, and the candle holder who came back to his senses explained, "This is the master's order, tie it up as before."

he went on.

"Also don't make a fuss."

After tying the rope, the two of them walked out of the room.Hearing that the door lock was locked again, Tsurumaru looked at the skeleton hanging upside down.

The skeleton also looked at him silently.

After a while, probably because the atmosphere was too embarrassing, the skeleton pulled out the bones and knocked out the code on the wall next to it.

'...Would you like to hear me sing Ode to Joy? '

"I also have to thank Yamabagiri-kun."

Smiling Qing Jiang's eyes curved up.

"Otherwise, when they implement the plan, it will be Mr. Ishikimaru and I who will be working overtime."

"No," Yamabuchi turned his head uncomfortably, "it's nothing."

"correct."

Smiling Qingjiang thought of something, "Yamabukiri-kun said that the skeleton was so frightened that it wanted to run away after seeing you?"

Premonitioning what he might say next, Yamabuchi said vigilantly: "I am not a spiritual knife."

"It's just a coincidence," he insisted. "Don't expect the power of imitations."

The sentence "Would you like to join the night aid team" was blocked abruptly before he could say it, and Qing Jiang choked speechlessly with a smile on his face.

He looked at Yamabuchi with regret, wondering why these signs could not make him realize his true nature.

Wouldn't this be one less object to drag into the water?

Smiling Qing Jiang turned to seriously consider another direction.I heard that human beings have a kind of hypnotherapy, and the plots of some books also use hypnosis to confuse the other party's identity to achieve such and such and such and such... I don't know if it will be effective for Fu Sangshen.

Anyway, it's a pity he can't hypnotize.

"Where's the master?"

"Ah, Master," Smiling Qingjiang still quickly answered Yamabukiri's question, "It is said that since there are Kami Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou'an, it should be the sword of 'that one' next."

"……that one?"

"That's right." He narrowed his eyes, "The deputy chief of the ghost."

If anything wins people's trust the quickest, it's the companions of the past.

Two strikers from the Okita family stood behind her, one on the left and one on the right, and Chisato Horiguchi's gaze swept over Wakizawa who had woken up from a deep sleep.Kunihiro Horikawa, one of Hijikata Toshizo's favorite swords, narrowed his blue eyes slightly in the same color as Shinsengumi Yamagata Haori, and the gentleness and stability that should have been filled inside froze for some reason.

His gaze swept away from the God-inspector to California Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an.

"Where is Mr. Jian?"

... The first question is indeed this.

Having heard about Horikawa Kunihiro's character from other swords, Chisato is not surprised by this.

"His injury isn't serious," said California Qingguang, "it's just that it may take a while, and Yaoyan is helping him."

The condensation in Kunihiro Horikawa's eyes seemed to be easing.

He nodded, and wanted to go directly to the room, but was stopped by Yamato Shou'an when he lifted his foot.

"Kunihiro," he handed over a manual, "here."

Kunihiro Horikawa took it, glanced at the other two, said "thank you" with some hesitation, and then left without looking back.

Seeing his figure quickly disappearing by the door, Horiguchi Chisato thought deeply.

"Your Shinsengumi's knives are quite individual."

Yamato Shou'an: "...Huh?"

California Qingguang: "Does that mean I'm cute?"

"You can understand it that way."

Chisato Horiguchi was used to recovering Kiyomitsu who was so obsessed with "cuteness", she looked at the empty corridor.

"Forget it, it's not a bad thing."

"Mr. and?"

The sound at the door made Izumi Mori Kanesada look up.

Horikawa Kunihiro looked at several wounds on his body that had not yet been bandaged, "Where is Yaoken?"

"It is said that the gauze is not enough, so I went to get it."

"In that case," Kunihiro Horikawa thought for a while, "I'll go and clean up the house."

Izumi Mori Kanesada said "um", and heard him call "Mr. Kanesada".

"what?"

Horikawa Kunihiro's drooping eyelashes hid his emotions.

"Be careful."

"Needless to say this kind of thing," Izumi Mori Kanesada glanced around, "I know."

Kunihiro Horikawa also had the experience of taking care of hand entry before. Looking at Mr. Kane's injury, he knew in his heart how long it would take for hand entry, and such manual work would only take longer.Even so, he couldn't help worrying about the current interrogator and Honmaru's doubts.

I wanted to take another look several times, but I finally endured it until Izumi Mori Kanesada appeared at the door of the room.

"Mr. Kane," Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Izumi Mori, "Are you all right?"

The clean white bandage covered the wound well while ensuring ventilation, and some white leaked from the corner of the clothes.

"definitely no problem."

He went to sit next to Horikawa Kunihiro and saw the box beside him, "What is that?"

"Dinner." Kunihiro Horikawa said, "I said I would wait for Kane-san, and Goto and the others brought it over."

"That's it."

That being said, Izumi Mori Kanesada had absolutely no intention of moving.

Horikawa Kunihiro asked Mr. Xu Kanan's assistant, and he also guessed a little bit of his thoughts at this moment.

"Sir," he asked, "what do you want to do?"

"In half an hour."

Izumi Mori Kanesada announced.

"I want to go to the God Judge."

……half an hour?

Kunihiro Horikawa looked up at the clock.

It is now 10:30.

"Mr. Kane," he couldn't help but said, "the current rumors in this pill—"

"I know I know."

Izumi waved his hand, "Yakuken told me."

"I didn't want to do anything either," he looked aside, "I just want to ask something."

Sword's personality is somewhat influenced by the original owner, and Izumi Mori's temperament is also inherited stubbornness.In the half hour that passed by every minute and every second, Horikawa couldn't talk to him anymore.

"Okay. During the day, the others should be by her side all the time."

Izumi Mori Kanesada opened the door, "So, this timing is the most suitable—"

"But, Mr. Kane, those ghosts..."

Horikawa Kunihiro carefully read the manual handed to him by Yamato Mamoru Anda, and was still hesitant about choosing to act at this moment.

"No need, Kunihiro."

Izumi Mori held his head high and strode forward.

"No matter what that person—oh, the so-called 'predecessor'—has said or done, the fact that I am a powerful and handsome sword will not change." He insisted, "It's just a mere ghost, why? Might scare—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

The crisp sound of wood hitting wood echoed in the corridor, and an oil-paper umbrella half as tall as a person came out of the corner.Where the handle of the umbrella should have been was a human foot, stepping on wooden clogs, jumping and jumping past them as if no one else was there.

Surprised by the voice that suddenly disappeared behind him, Cyclops turned his head curiously.

The round eye that was born in the middle of the umbrella was in direct contact with Izumi Mori Kanesada's eyes.