Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

"Owner?"

Smiling Qingjiang's voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Concealing those messy thoughts, Horiguchi Chisato glanced at him to confirm that he hadn't noticed the wavering in his heart.

"Want to follow in and take a look?" she asked.

"Eh?"

"This is my old school," before the smiling Qingjiang answered, she had already walked inside, she tilted her head, remembering that Fu Sangshen behind her didn't have much common sense about modern society a few months ago Toujian, "Ah, it is a place where human beings gather together to learn. It is divided into various stages according to age, and there are also differences between national public schools and private schools—"

——This kind of difference should not be easy to understand for swords, right?

Horiguchi Chisato simply skipped this topic.

"In short," she said, "Yushui Private Academy is a girls' college, in other words, all the students are girls, and there are men in the teaching staff—"

She didn't know what she thought of, her voice paused, but the smiling Qingjiang was still in the shock of the previous scene and at a loss of what she said, she didn't realize for a while that her pause represented wearing something.

Qianli seemed to be a normal person, passing the wide avenue behind the main entrance as if nothing had happened, and bypassing the central flower bed full of marigolds, just like she had done countless times.

She was not in a hurry, but walked slowly.

It is in the blooming period, and the orange-yellow petals are extraordinarily soft in the sun, and the fine stamens wrapped in layers are still stained with the luster of water mist that has just been watered.

Everything was exactly as she remembered it.

Even though it has been more than three years, for the vengeful spirit trapped in a corner of the platform, the memory of his life is the only pastime that can accompany him in the long and empty midnight.She still remembers to avoid the third stone brick from the bottom of the path on the left after the rain. It is a little loose because it has not been repaired in time. If you step on it, you may splash water on your shoes. After passing through the shoe cabinet, turn right. There are 23 steps in total, and then turn right at the back——

"arrive."

Wakizashi behind him stopped, and looked at the house number above with some doubts.

2-A.

"I'm in this class," Horiguchi looked in through the glass, his eyes deepened, "That's right, the second class on Tuesday is National History."

The seats in the classroom are in the form of a single table for one person. The middle-aged man in the Mediterranean is spitting on the podium. It is still early in the morning, but the students below tend to fall asleep.The few people in the last row clicked their heads, and when they were about to fall asleep, they woke up suddenly. After a few times, they simply gave up struggling and lay down on the table to return to the dreamland a few hours ago.

Compared with this scene, the girl with long hair in the penultimate row by the window seemed a bit abrupt.

She was sitting upright, and the dense and elegant handwriting could still be seen from a long distance away on the notebook spread out beside her hand.When you lower your head, you can see a quiet side face, and when you look up at the blackboard writing from time to time, there is a calmness that is a little bit different from those of your peers.

Only at this time can she be connected with the interrogator he knows.

Thinking of this, Qing Jiang looked back with a smile, and found that the other party was still staring inside.

"Sometimes I also wonder if I can be more free if I am not so well-behaved."

Qianli muttered to himself.

"However, I have been subjected to such requirements since I was a child. It has long been a habit, and it is not so easy to change. Maybe because my parents are managers, I have always instilled the concept of 'responsibility first'. The idea of ​​a class, the responsibility of a student is to learn - it can be regarded as being a good student by being driven out of the duck."

"Is this why Master stayed in Honmaru?"

Smiling Qingjiang's words made her stunned, "What?"

"Because," the green-haired Fusangshen's eyes flashed with panic-stricken clarity, "Master has been emphasizing 'responsibility' from the very beginning."

"...Maybe, who knows."

Horiguchi Chisato turned his head uncomfortably, and looked at the national history teacher on the stage with his chin resting on his hand.

"Mr. Kimura's lectures are usually very boring, and only when he talks about the history of the end of the Bakumura can he mobilize everyone's emotions."

She thought thoughtfully: "If he sees Qingguang and An Ding, or Horikawa and Izumi Mori, he should faint from excitement."

Smiling Qingjiang said "Hey": "I can't do it?"

"It's an important treasure after all." His brows and eyes were curved, and he didn't know what he was trying to do.

"It's nothing to do with that," Chisato glanced at him inexplicably, "He's a complete Shinsengumi fan, and thanks to his blessing, I recognized Okita Souji's family crest the first time I saw Kiyomitsu."

For the remaining half of the class, Smiling Qingjiang stood there with her, leaning against the window and listening to the whole story of the end of the Yuanhong Rebellion and the end of the Kamakura Shogunate.For Fu Sangshen, who has fought there several times, the details he witnessed by accident are much more detailed than the vague descriptions in middle school textbooks, but listening to later generations judge that period of history like this is not a kind of taste.

Let alone with the master.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students who were drowsy just now regained their spirits when Kimura started to pack up the handouts. With a smile on his face, Qing Jiang saw the former interrogator smiling and poking the girl in the front seat with a note. Then he started to copy—he had seen the short-haired girl at the school gate.

"Futaba, my friend."

Qianli said something briefly, then turned his head in another direction.

"Let's go, we're going over there next."

She remembered the experience of that day very clearly.

There will be a longer break between the second class and the third class than other classes. The day before she died, she did the same thing as before.

They followed Horiguchi Chisato who got up from his seat and walked around the laughing students, but unlike the long-haired girl who needed to dodge back and forth, the two who existed in the form of spirits could even pass through other people directly.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

"I'm sorry, sorry, can you let me--ah!"

The girl who fell to the ground looked at the empty front with some doubts, and couldn't figure out what she had hit for a long time.

"She..." Chisato Horiguchi stopped, and looked back at the smiling Qing Jiang who was also surprised, "I hit you?"

"Although I can't see it, I can touch it by accident." He nodded in surprise, and then looked at the girl who was holding the schoolbag in her right hand and picking up the books and objects that fell out with her left hand, "It seems that she is the only one." Here at—um, school?"

"It should be late."

Otherwise, the school rules forbid running in the corridors, Chisato Horiguchi remembered that sometimes he would rush to take risks when he caught the last bus that was late, "I can bump into you, at least it means that the inspiration is very high."

Maybe it's another reserve of a god judge.

Her curious eyes froze when they fell on a piece of paper that was also scattered from the corner of the schoolbag.

- Instructions for delay.

This is a certificate that the station will sign out to students or commuters when the tram is delayed, so as not to affect their attendance.There are various reasons for tram delays, and in this high-pressure society, the most common ones are——

Personal accidents caused by lying on the rails.

Will someone be holding the same paper tomorrow?

From the corner of his eye, Qing Jiang caught a glimpse of the judge who suddenly turned and left. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he didn't bother to look at the girl any more, and immediately ran after him.When she saw the look on her face, she swallowed the words she wanted to ask, and the tense atmosphere didn't ease until the two of them followed to the infirmary.

They arrived a bit late, and Chisato Horiguchi, who was still alive, had already begun to help register students who were not feeling well.

Following the gaze she thought she occasionally glanced at inadvertently, Qianli saw the school doctor who was sitting at the table with a straight face and indifferently asking about his condition.

In fact, what is the disease?

Most of them are thunder and rain, and there is no problem at all, just to admire the handsome male school doctor by pretending to be uncomfortable.

It's not that the girls' school lacks male resources, and it's not that the comparison is a miracle. His appearance is indeed very handsome.Even now that he has seen many Fusangshen, Chisato Horiguchi can somewhat understand the reason why he was attracted at that time.

"He's such a boring person to look at."

Smiling Qingjiang's voice of judgment rang in her ears, and she was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he was talking about Jiushen Jia.

"The glasses are a bit too old-fashioned," he continued, "and so is the hairstyle, which doesn't fit at all."

Chisato Horiguchi: "..."

Chisato Horiguchi: "Are you questioning my vision?"

"No, no, how could it be." Smiling Qing Jiang smiled innocently, "But, the person the master mentioned before, could it possibly be him?"

"Ah."

Now that I think about it, she probably liked Mr. Jiushen too much.

However, for her who has forgotten the feelings she should have...

"Like..." On the way out of school, she muttered to herself, "What is it like?"

"It should be the feeling of wanting to keep getting close to each other."

Wakizashi opened his mouth unexpectedly, and raised the corners of his lips when he met her surprised eyes, "At least that's what I think."

Horiguchi Chisato didn't join any clubs, so she bid farewell to Futaba as soon as school was over, and got on the tram home.It wasn't that during the rush hour, the tram car was empty and not full of people. After a few stops, they got off the car together and watched her walk into a high-end apartment building but didn't follow her in.The sky was getting dark little by little, and the entrance of the apartment building could just be seen from the swing in the small park on the corner of the street.

"Is the master waiting for something?"

Seeing her staring there motionless, smiling Qing Jiang finally couldn't help feeling puzzled in his heart.

Qianli pursed her lips.

She was waiting, waiting for the possibility of her parents returning home when she didn't know.

But the familiar license plate number never drove out of the door of the apartment, which meant that two days ago was really the last time they saw her.

"Actually," she didn't answer, Qing Jiang opened the mouth, "I've been thinking about a question since I first arrived in this era."

"When the master appeared in front of us from the very beginning, he was a vengeful spirit. Since it is a vengeful spirit, there will be resentment. If there is resentment, there will be a murderer—"

The wind shook the leaves and rustled them.

"Master," he stared at her with golden green eyes, "when did you die?"

The most important thing is that after he met the still alive judge, he found that there was no difference in appearance between the two - even the length of their hair was the same, and the time period they spent together was obviously very similar. two days.

Chisato Horiguchi looked at the sky that was already faintly pale.

It is today.

“It’s amazing to be able to ask such a question.”

She Shi Shiran stood up from the swing that could not be shaken at all in her state, "Unfortunately, I don't want to answer."

Not wanting to pay any attention to Wakizashi who was catching up in a hurry, Qianli walked straight towards the station. She still didn't know what she wanted to do, at least witnessing her own death was not in the plan, but——

When she passed the door of 711, the sensor door of the convenience store suddenly opened.

Qianli froze in place.

The man passing behind her was holding a plastic bag containing two cans of beer that had just been taken out of the freezer.As he crossed the green lighted crosswalk without realizing it, he reached in and pulled the tab off one of the cans.

She had never seen the man's face.

She was pushed down from behind, and when she looked up, she only saw the tram speeding towards her.There was no picture of him in the newspaper reports, and the murderer's face would always exist only in her imagination. However, the moment she passed him by, it was like a reminder from the depths of her soul. Just let every cell in her body clamor for killing.

If he was killed here, would she not have to die?

"is it him?"

Just hearing Wakizawa's voice, Horiguchi Chisato knew that he guessed most of it from her abnormal killing intent.

"Don't stop me."

she whispered.

"Don't tell me that you are no different from the enemy. I am just an ordinary student. What kind of history can be affected by life or death?"

They all knew she was just making excuses.

This is like the butterfly effect. The existence of an ordinary person may not have a snowballing impact on history. What's more, the existence of Horiguchi Chisato is already indispensable to future history.

"Master is really fickle. He clearly said that he is not an ordinary high school student. But, that's not what I want to say."

Hearing the rubbing sound of the cloth behind him, Horiguchi Chisato looked back in astonishment.

Just like their first meeting.

In her astonished eyes, Fu Sangshen, who was kneeling on one knee, still had a smile in his eyes.

"As I said, I will kill all enemies that hinder you."

"Master doesn't need to be stained with murder," he said softly, "I will bear the impact on history."

"what are you saying?"

The words that came out of his mouth were full of anger that even Qianli himself could not imagine, "You don't need to get involved at all, why should you pay the price for things that have nothing to do with you?!"

"I am your knife," said Qing Jiang with a smile, "The knife works for its own master, is there any problem?"

Even in the angry eyes of Horiguchi Chisato, his full smile has not been reduced by half.But this is another kind of firmness. His meaning is very clear, as long as she gives an order, he will really do it.

Her nails dug into her palm little by little, but she still couldn't resist the increasingly obvious trembling.

"..."

Smiling Qing Jiang didn't hear her whisper, "What?"

"I say forget it!" Qianli cried out, "Horiguchi Chisato is dead, and I stand here as proof!"

People cannot be resurrected after death, and she understands this truth better than anyone else.

She was about to go forward when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Where is Master going?"

"The station is just ahead—at least give me a glimpse of how I died!"

She heard the sigh of smiling Qingjiang.

As he got up, he covered her eyes with his other hand.

"If it's already the master's nightmare," he said, "looking at it again will only make the nightmare worse."

The continuous tears soaked his gloves, and for a long time, neither he nor Horiguchi Chisato spoke again.

"I only take one last step back."

After a while, she finally spoke again.

"I know where the nearest hospital is."

Private clinics are more common in Japan than large hospitals.

After retiring from the hospital, doctors run clinics with their licenses, and patients seek medical treatment in a small place consisting of two or three doctors and nurses.Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped with five internal organs, the equipment is also readily available, and the complex diseases that cannot be solved by the clinic will issue a recommendation letter to a more complete place.

If you want to go to the private hospital where the ambulance will take the patients, there is still a short distance from Chisato Horiguchi's house.

When they walked there, the ambulance had just arrived.

"Owner……"

Facing Aoe's complicated eyes, Chisato Horiguchi answered absently.

She knew she was killed instantly.

Rescue is meaningless, there should be no vital signs in the ambulance.

She just leaned against the pillar by the gate, and didn't straighten up until 10 minutes later, when a dark blue car drove into the hospital in a hurry.

When the car door opened, she subconsciously wanted to pull her mother who staggered and fell out from inside.

... caught a blank.

Fortunately, the quick-sighted security guard helped the normally elegant woman who was in a state of embarrassment at this moment. She didn't care about the eye makeup she had spent, and grabbed the security guard's arm and kept asking how the girl who was sent to the hospital was doing. up.

Horiguchi Chisato looked down at his hand passing through her body.

The smiling Qing Jiang standing aside opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe the interrogator was not what she said, and wanted to come to the hospital to see if he was completely sewn up in the end—otherwise, why would he stay at the door, with no intention of going in at all.

She just wondered if her parents would accept her death well.

Horiguchi Takaichi arrived 10 minutes later, the man was tired of coping with the constant calls from the company until then, so he simply turned off the phone.He sat silently in the corridor, as if even breathing had become the heaviest thing, his wife's uncontrollable crying was in his ears, and no one could say a word.

The scene ends with Holy Futaba appearing with red eyes.

"At a time like this," Qianli murmured, "I think it's great that my friend is Futaba."

Futaba is a single-parent family, and she and her aunt are very gentle people.

They sat in the hospital for a long time, and the recovery of the body is not an easy job, especially after that level of destruction.The hospital promised that they would do it, and Futaba took advantage of this to persuade her parents to go home. It was already night, and the street lamps on the corner of the street were quietly turned on, which was not dazzling.

"Why do people always know how to cherish after losing?"

Sitting side by side with Smiling Qingjiang on the steps in front of the hospital, she said to herself.

"Me too, and so do mom and dad."

She believed that one day, little by little, they would come out of their misery, as she had seen when they were stranded on the platform—at least they were getting better.But despite this, when thinking of the time when he was too busy with work and couldn't even leave a few more words to his daughter, would he still cry like this.

"I know they love me," Chisato Horiguchi was a little strange when he said this word, "No matter how busy I am at work, I have never kept what I promised, but as long as one of them goes home for an extra night, maybe It will not evolve into a situation where no one can touch the other."

She remembered that three years ago, as far as she was concerned, she also passed through her parents' bodies like this.

That moment of bewilderment and loss has finally been experienced again today.

"think carefully……"

Chisato Horiguchi just glanced at the students who were returning home from a nearby junior high school.

"I stayed at that station for three years, and it was like this every day. Except for the moment when I wanted to kill, no one could touch it, and it was impossible to have someone to talk to."

She took a deep breath.

"Sometimes I even doubt whether I really exist, whether it is the person who died, or a delusion left by her—"

The voice of thousands of miles stopped.

Someone lightly held her hand on her knee, and through the thin black cloth, she could still feel the body temperature transmitted.

"I am here."

She raised her head in a daze, and looked at the smiling Qing Jiang.

She shouldn't have a heartbeat.

Even if she could breathe like a living person, her dead chest reminded her of the fact that she was dead all the time.But the moment he held it up, she clearly felt something pulsating in her chest, like a hallucination.

She doesn't like red.

That would remind her of the blood stained on her body, but when she saw the smiling face Qing Jiang looked sideways, the red eyes that showed through his hair, she felt that it was not so annoying.

"So," he smiled, "the master is also real."