Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

The dead of night is the best time to start scaring.

Hidden in a slipknot of the rope in the corner of the hallway, from the joint slowly emerged an arm bone.

It moved, feeling that the rope binding itself was a bit cumbersome, but fortunately it was tied with a slipknot, so it was able to break free easily.

"How is it?" In the room, Tsurumaru asked expectantly, "Can you move?"

The skeleton with one arm missing leaned against the wall in silence for a moment, then raised its head excitedly, pulled out its ribs with the other arm and knocked on the wall with a "bang bang".

'Can. '

Tsurumaru and Skull looked at each other, and compared each other with a "V".

——Plans pass!

The prohibition imposed by the god judge was that they were not allowed to take a step out of the room at night. Tsurumaru and the skeleton thought hard for a long time, and finally found a loophole in this rule - if they are not allowed to go out, they are not allowed to go out, but they did not say that they cannot stay outside.Although he will be supervised by Guangfang to enter the room, and his safety is worrying if he stays outside alone at night, but the skeleton that can dismantle his own body parts at will is different.

Some of the ghosts in Honmaru can be active during the day, but most of them have no entity during the day and can only be manifested at night or dusk. Skeletons are one of them.Referring to what he heard that Kezomaru had tied a lantern outside the door, Tsurumaru came up with a brilliant idea.

He decided to experiment with this.

He had dismantled one of the skeleton's arms the night before, cutting off part of the rope that had bound it before and making a slipknot.In the morning, although the arm bone disappeared without a trace, the ropes that bound it were tangible.

"I miss Plan A," Tsurumaru glanced resentfully at the trap he had just dismantled not long ago, thinking that the blue-faced and fang-faced face was depicted very realistically, and he also thoughtfully attached a note that "life is full of fright", " Why didn't anyone see it?"

'Who put you in such a biased position. '

Tsurumaru was very wronged.

What can he do, he is also desperate.

"People go to other places during the day."

He helplessly defended: "If he was found out during the day, and he didn't say anything about his shock, he would directly associate it with me, and the restrictions would become stricter."

The skeleton who had been hanged upside down once again, and broken up and tied up once, couldn't help shaking twice when he remembered the past.

'...let's move on to plan B. '

Inspired by the knock on the door in the middle of the night, the final plan B discussed was to let the skeleton remotely control his hand to knock on the door to scare people.Moreover, the biggest advantage is that they can beat them to death if the incident happens. Anyway, there are so many ghosts in this pill, who can guarantee whether there will be an extra bone hand?

'I……'

The hand bones crawled on the ground bit by bit, and the skeleton typed slowly.

'It's not easy to find directions. '

"Huh," Tsurumaru was taken aback, "Why?"

'It's so far away...feeling a little dull. '

"In that case, the original route will be discarded."

Tsurumaru thought about it: "The random scares seem to be good too - just scare whoever can be scared."

The skeleton was about to hit the bone to agree, but suddenly stopped.

'Wait a minute, I hear voices. '

Tsurumaru's focus successfully missed.

He looked at the skeleton in surprise, "...do your ears grow on your hands?"

'No,' the skeleton proudly pointed to the hollows on both sides of his skull with his remaining finger, 'I don't listen by my ears. '

However, although the sound can be transmitted, because of the distance, some places are a bit blurred.The skeleton struggled to distinguish those words.

"oops--"

Jiro sniffed.

"Is it wine?"

The wine jar with facial features like a human being was a little dazed and panicked at first, but upon hearing this, he couldn't care less about anything else, and it proudly raised its chest—it looked like the whole jar was swaying forward , "That's right! My name is Bottle Chief! You can't judge a person by their appearance. Don't look at my ordinary and dilapidated appearance, but the inside is full of fine wine!"

"Oh," Jiro's eyes lit up, "Isn't that great?!"

The boss of the bottle was so flattered that he was flattered, and he smiled smugly.

"I don't even look at who it is, after all, it's my uncle——"

Its voice stopped abruptly when it saw Jiro's fiery eyes.

...Wait, is there something wrong?

Emerging from a sense of bewildering danger, the leader instinctively took two steps back when Jiro approached.

"You, you don't come here."

The other party looked more and more frightened, and the bottle chief bluffed: "If you come again, I will call someone!"

"Don't worry," Jiro Tachi coaxed, "I don't mean anything malicious."

—Who would believe it? !

The tall Fu Sangshen was getting closer and closer, the bottle leader turned around and wanted to run, but before he could take two steps, the mouth of the can was grabbed and lifted up.The bottle has two short legs kicking in the air, and with Jiro's height, carrying it is like carrying a small chicken.

"You—you let me go!" The bottle chief struggled weakly, "Let go of me!"

"People really don't have any malicious intentions."

Jiro complained: "The master doesn't give money for the wine, and people want to go to the kitchen to steal the wine for seasoning—well, if there is any."

"But it doesn't matter now!" His tone was full of joy, "Your appearance really solves the urgent need!"

The speechless bottle leader was dangling in his arms in a daze, not wanting to know what the urgent need was.

Jiro, who was holding the wine jar, was in a good mood. He smelled the tempting aroma of the wine, and walked back to his room.As soon as he turned the corner, he lowered his head and saw a white thing lying on the ground.

"……Oh?"

Jiro tilted his head in surprise.

"Bones..." He accidentally picked up a can of fine wine, and his subconscious thoughts were all related to it, "It seems that I have heard of medicinal wine made with bones."

Bottle leader: "...Don't put weird things in other people's bodies without authorization!"

A hand bone trying to make a scary pose: "..."

run!

Seeing the bone hand scrambling and running away, Jiro said helplessly: "I see, I was just joking. Besides, how could it be possible to make wine with a hand bone—"

Jiro: "...Huh, hand bones?"

He belatedly realized the weirdness of the scene in front of him, but his drunken head couldn't bear to think any further.He shook his head, simply gave up thinking, and turned to look at the jar under his arm, showing a satisfied smile.

Even though his body was full of fine wine, seeing this smile, the bottle chief couldn't help swallowing dryly.

——No, ah, ah, ah, ah!

The skeleton, which was sitting quietly, suddenly jumped three feet high, even Tsurumaru was startled.

"It really scared me," he stroked his chest with lingering fear, "what happened?"

The skeleton knocked twice in a chaotic rhythm. It took a lot of effort to calm down, and finally knocked out a sentence intermittently.

'Someone said to use my hands to make wine. '

"Hey, is it so scary?"

Tsurumaru rubbed his chin, "However, this is the first time I've heard of this idea—"

The skeleton knocked on the wall to protest, why was the tone so eager to try, can we still play happily together in the future? !

"Sorry, sorry," Tsurumaru asked quickly, "Did you run away?"

That's the way to ask, but judging from the appearance of the skeleton, he knew that he must have escaped successfully.

'ran away. '

The skeleton typed out another sentence with some hesitation.

’ But I’ve been running around for a long time, and I might be lost now. '

Putting your hands on the ground, it's the same no matter what you look at.

"It doesn't matter." Tsurumaru seriously suggested, "You find a place to hide it, and I will go out tomorrow to look for it, and I will bring your hand back with the rope."

'rope……'

When it struggled to type out the word, Tsurumaru Kuni blinked his eyes for no reason.

'I thought it was too much trouble at first, so I threw it away. '

Tsurumaru: "..."

Skeleton: "..."

The two of them looked at each other, and neither of them could speak for a while.

It's over.

lost hands.

"One night," Qing Jiang said uncertainly with a smile on his face, "Should it be enough to sober up?"

"uncertain."

Chisato Horiguchi, who was also sitting at the table, looked at his watch, "Anyway, there is still a little time before breakfast, so go and have a look."

"Huh?" Qing Jiang smiled when he got up when he heard the words, and saw that the judge made the same movement, "Master, too?"

"It's more convenient if I go together."

Horiguchi Chisato waved his hand.

"If you're sober, just talk about everything."

Jiro's room was not far from the restaurant, and when they arrived, they found the door was still closed.

"Not up yet?"

Before Chisato Horiguchi made a sound, Qing Jiang shook his head meaningfully with a smile on his face.

"I seem to hear something."

After thinking for a while, he still put his ears on the door, and heard the faint voices inside, one was Jiro Tachi's voice, and the other was very strange.

"No! Can't come again!"

"What does it matter—"

Chisato Horiguchi saw his unpredictable expression, and wanted to go over to listen.

"Master, it's better not to listen." Smiling Qing Jiang said with a smile, "It seems to be a very bad development."

"...bad development?"

She looked at his expression suspiciously.

"Ah, it's—"

Just as he was about to explain further, he suddenly heard the guy inside say: "This is the last time, if I come again, I'll be a useless jar!"

"Okay, people know, this is the last cup!"

The last cup...?

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

Seeing his strange reaction, Horiguchi Chisato asked, "What's wrong?"

The smiling Qing Jiang was silent and didn't know how to answer. After a while, he covered his face and knocked on the door.

Jiro's hearty voice sounded: "Please come in!"

As soon as the door was opened, there was a smell of alcohol.

Chisato Horiguchi smelled this smell, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

She raised her eyes and saw Jiro Tachi was smiling happily while holding a wine glass, and not far away was a wine jar with facial features huddled silently.

"Master, Qingjiang-kun," the drunkenness on Jiro's face not only did not subside, but intensified, he invited expectantly, "Would you like to have a drink with him?"

"no!"

The wine jar screamed.

"I said it was the last cup!"

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

How is this going? !