Yukimura's shadow

The hospital has always turned off the lights at ten o'clock in the evening, but there are always some people who go to bed early, so even if the nurse passes by Yukimura's room and finds that it is dark inside, he doesn't care.

At this time, Yukimura was leaning against the door of the bathroom with his hands folded helplessly, and there was a faint sound of splashing water behind the frosted door.

Nagasawa Masami is taking a bath inside.

At this time, if anyone came here to know the situation of the two of them, they would probably think that Yukimura was some kind of strange person.

But in fact Yukimura is also very helpless.After Masami calmed down, the clean girl naturally wanted to solve the image problem, but she seemed like she didn't want to leave him for a moment. Finally, in her pitiful eyes, Yukimura agreed to stay at the door.

But in the final analysis, he is more afraid of the mysterious power that implicates them.The last time Yami was suddenly teleported back because she was out of range is still fresh in my memory.

He didn't want Masami who was taking a bath to be forcibly teleported to him because of the restlessness...

It was so nasty.

"Yukimura-kun...are you still there?"

But even so, Yami was still worried, and would stop and ask from time to time, as if he would disappear at any moment.

"Um."

Hearing the short answer from outside the door, Masami breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she sped up her movements again.

She was really scared.

Although she hasn't had time to listen to Ghost Lantern's explanation of what the Sky Mending Project is, she can roughly guess some of it.But she never thought that she would drift in that legendary crack in time and space for more than a month.

The world returns to darkness.

This place is somewhat similar to the dark space she was in when she was in a coma before, but there are some obvious differences-here, there are dangers everywhere.

There is no picture in the crack, but there are various sounds playing every day, just like a TV series, but there is no picture, let alone a coherent script.Almost the last sentence was still asking how to spend Valentine’s Day in French, but the next sentence sounded another German voice, he was asking what to put in this year’s Christmas turkey...Danish...Chinese...

Masami's scalp was numb because she could understand the language without any hindrance, even though she didn't understand it at all.

At the same time as every sentence came, it was also accompanied by an imperceptible, almost transparent wind blade-like thing.

The words came quickly, and so did the wind blade.Yami avoids being scratched often, and what she feels at this time is not pain—it is emotion, the emotion of the protagonist who is speaking.

At first she found it very novel. One second she was still immersed in sadness, and the next second she bent over laughing.

Emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, laughter and cursing...

She was immersed in this feeling until one day she suddenly heard someone calling her name.She woke up and thought it was Yukimura's voice, but she didn't see him.

Then slowly, she found that her emotions began to get out of control.

She looked down, only to realize that her body was becoming transparent at some point!Except for a pair of legs that are still running, she seems to be merging with the crack little by little!

It's really going to die...

Yami began to run away desperately, she wanted to find the exit, but the world seemed like a bottomless pit.Seemingly aware of her anomaly, Rift also took "purification" measures on its own.

Masami has passed out and woke up countless times, and the wounds on her body have scabbed and opened, but she can always hear some Yukimura rambling about her.

She escaped the wind blade many times by chance, but every time she heard his voice, she seemed to be unable to walk, even though she was covered in scars, she still didn't want to dodge.

She could feel every emotion in him every time he called.She can recall it for a long time every time.

She felt like a pervert who eavesdropped on other people's thoughts.

Excitement, shyness, guilt... These are her rare emotions, and they are the proof that she is still alive...

At some point, she kept listening to him chanting her own name, and the longing and bitterness contained in the wind blade was so strong that she couldn't resist it.

She heard him read a poem by Verlaine, a small trap that almost fell into the crack.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but when she was about to despair, a white light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she plunged into it before she could stop.

In the next second, she appeared in the room in a state of embarrassment, and fell directly to the ground from the air.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she knew the familiar room with just one glance and she immediately started to find the figure of that person.

Yukimura was squatting down to pick up something, when he was about to turn around, Masami lunged forward.She didn't bother to think about giving or receiving, and she didn't want to think about the relationship between the two. At this moment, she just wanted to hug him and feel his existence.

When she saw him, it was like a fish in a marsh met water.

His longing is so strong, so why not himself?

"Yukimura-kun..."

"Huh?" Yukimura Seiichi responded subconsciously when he heard the call from inside the door.

"That..." Yami said, there was a sound of the door lock twisting, the door was slowly pulled open from the inside, and the girl's figure was gradually revealed.

She was wearing a long black sweater from Yukimura, showing half of her smooth thighs, and her hair was wet behind her head. She walked up to Yukimura with her head down and gently held his sleeve but didn't dare to look at him.

Yukimura naturally knew the reason, but he didn't point it out.He rubbed Yami's hair, and naturally took her hand that hooked his sleeve.

The delicate and soft touch makes people not want to let go.

"Please dry your hair first."

As Yukimura said, he placed a bench in the bathroom, facing the mirror of the sink.Yami sat on the stool while he plugged in the hair dryer.

When he entered the door, he caught a glimpse of the women's underwear/underwear/pants hanging in the bathroom. The white suit seemed to be the most innocent secret. Although Yami had pulled the curtain before, it did not completely cover it.

Masami blushed when she saw him stunned for a moment. Although Yukimura thoughtfully brought her a thick sweater and secretly put a new pair of underwear in the sweater, it couldn't hide the fact that there was almost a vacuum under the sweater. .

"Yukimura! That... that's just a special situation... Those clothes will clean themselves every two days... Today, this is just the wrong timing..." She rushed up and pulled the curtain tighter, her voice became softer as she spoke, obviously extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, Yukimura just smiled to express his understanding, which didn't make her more embarrassed.

He waved at her, "Come here and blow dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold."

"...I won't catch a cold..." The girl came over and sat down, muttering, obviously still brooding over that matter.

Yukimura first wiped her hair carefully with a towel, Masami was a little dazed by her concentration.She carefully traced his face through the mirror, and compared it with the outline in her mind, she always felt thinner...

...

Yukimura stopped wiping his hair, put the handkerchief aside, and leaned over to cover Masami's eyes with his left hand.He rested his chin on Yami's shoulder, felt the weight on her shoulder and Yami turned her head subconsciously, but her vision was still blocked.

Yukimura sighed, and leaned close to her ear, his warm breath was like a catalyst, and it didn't take long for her to feel her ears were terribly hot.

"Don't look at me that way...I'll be tempted to commit a crime..."

His voice was extremely low, and his words were full of provocation.

He obviously felt Yami's body stiffen, and an inexplicable smile rose in his heart, but he still didn't want to let go of the hand covering her eyes.

He saw her in the mirror moving her mouth as if she wanted to say something.The shape of her lips is beautiful, and the arc of the upper lip is very appropriate, and a very obvious lip bead is formed in the center, which makes people want to bite it off gently.

Yukimura only felt that there were more and more thoughts in his head, and the bathroom was clearly not turned on, but it was as hot as in a steamer.

"…Feel sorry."

Yukimura let go of his hand with a sigh. He took the hair dryer beside him, adjusted the temperature, and ran his fingers through the black hair.

"..." Suddenly Yami reached out and grabbed his hand holding the hair dryer.

As soon as Yukimura raised his head, Masami snatched the blower away.She quickly turned off the switch and put the hair dryer aside.Then--

Then she turned around and grabbed Yukimura by the collar and kissed him!The pain from the sudden knocking of her teeth made her rare burst of arrogance weakened by half.

"Then what are you doing? If you want to kiss, just say it! If you like me, just say it!" Although she said it domineeringly, it is even more cute when coupled with her blushing face and extremely unnatural expression.

Yukimura squinted his eyes and smiled happily.

"Are you planning to take responsibility? Huh?"

"I…"

Before she could answer, Yukimura leaned over and sealed her lips.He kissed lightly, slowly traced the shape of her lips, licked every tiny gap, and then focused on the lips that he coveted just now.

"You know I only want to hear the answer I want."

Masami wanted to say something subconsciously, but Yukimura saw the opportunity and tapped his teeth and drove straight in.Even though he was a person without any experience, he quickly became familiar with it.

Yami was so dazed by his kiss that she could only cooperate passively with her eyes closed.She felt that the other party was gently picking her tongue, and the keen feeling spread from the tip of the tongue to her whole body, both shy and excited.

In a daze, she seemed to have forgotten what she wanted to say.

She also doesn't remember when he helped her dry her hair, and she was really startled when she woke up in the middle of the night and found herself nestled in Yukimura's arms.But she was too sleepy, thinking that she had slept in the same bed before, so she rolled her eyes at the sleeping Yukimura and fell asleep again.

Well, I have to have a good talk with him tomorrow, the progress can't be so fast.

The author has something to say: ... It's over, it's over, I'm going to upgrade the old driver.

A single dog like Ah Zha can only bite his lips and eat by himself-so now he is almost gone... regret it

There is an update on Wednesday.

☆、Undercurrent surging

Yukimura had just turned the stairs when he heard a commotion.He walked out of the stairwell under the leadership of Nobuo Harada, and saw a crowd gathering somewhere from afar.There is a large open platform on each floor, and the platform has been surrounded by people at this time.

"What happened up front?"

He asked, and before Nobuo Harada had time to answer, the conversation from the person next to him was passed on.

"It's strange that a lady maiko is here. This is Tokyo."

"A long way... Was it invited by the hospital to perform?"

"Look at what you said, maiko is not the same as a star, how can it be so easy to invite?"

"I heard... She came here specially to perform for her grandpa..." Somebody added a sentence next to her, and everyone immediately understood when they heard it, and sympathetic expressions appeared on their faces.

"Maiko..." Nobuo repeated softly, a little curious, "Let's go and have a look too."

He has been sick since he was a child, and he has hardly even been to the Kansai area, let alone Kyoto.

He has only seen things like maiko in books.

Yukimura turned his head and asked Masami with his eyes, but the other party obviously had already lost his mind and nodded at him perfunctorily, Yukimura could only smile helplessly.

After several people approached, they slowly saw the situation in the circle of people clearly.

A lot of benches were set up in the circle, and patients with limited mobility sat in a circle, while others stood outside. Nurses were constantly adding stools to those in need, and several nurses were standing by the side. In case of accidents.

Sitting in the middle was an old man, his body was wrapped up thickly, supporting his already thin face to make it even weaker.His wife was standing on one side, and the girl in a fine dress was kneeling in front of him, gently supporting his lap. The old man wanted to reach out to touch her face, but he was afraid that the makeup would be ruined. clapped her hands.

The two seemed to have said something, the girl stood up and took a few steps back, a middle-aged man walked up beside her, the girl nodded to him, he took out a small stereo-like thing from his bag and put it on the ground, then He turned around and went to the computer to test it out.

The show begins.

Gorgeous kimono, exquisite makeup, coupled with the girl's slightly younger baby face, every frown and smile is like a doll placed at home during the Doll's Day.

However, just in the middle of the performance, an abrupt male voice suddenly sounded.

"What's going on? Are there still performances in the hospital?" It was a long-faced doctor who spoke out. He was a little short, and his dark face looked a bit hostile.

When he yelled like this, the audience was dumbfounded.Only Xiaochun in the arena was stunned for a moment out of professionalism, and continued to perform as if no one else was around.

There were gradually noisy voices in the crowd, Dr. Okubo frowned and winked at a few nurses around him, and then went straight to the doctor.

"Doctor Eto, please don't say that, this is also approved by the director."

"Who is that person?" Yukimura heard someone whispering beside him.

"Eto Seungri, I heard that he is one of the candidates for the next head of surgery."

"No wonder you are so arrogant..."

Jiang Teng frowned when he heard that the old dean had approved it, "These old guys..."

"Doctor Jiangto——this girl's family has difficulties, so let's take it as an outpouring of kindness..." Okubo had just persuaded Jiangto Shengli, when another doctor arrived late, and he ran away in a hurry, as if he had heard the news. Same as coming over.

This is another candidate for the head of surgery, Mitsuo Shirai, the old man and Kogoro Mori's attending doctor.

After hearing this, everyone's eyes on Dr. Eto changed again.

"What do you mean by that? I didn't say I'm not allowed to act." Dr. Eto glared unceremoniously at Dr. Shirai, who could only smile awkwardly.

"Anyway...let's watch the show first." Shirai said hastily, everyone was relieved after hearing this, and turned their attention back to the stage.

Jiang Teng originally wanted to explain again, he was afraid that if he didn't communicate with the senior management about this matter, it would be bad if other people complained after a while.He was also thinking about the family, why did he feel that the taste in Bai Jing's mouth had changed.

But everyone stopped paying attention to them at this time, and Dr. Jiang Teng could only open his mouth and swallowed the words back.Standing alone by the wall, he always felt that something Bai Jing said was wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was.

In the eyes of outsiders, the face of Dr. Eto, who had been kindly dissuaded by Dr. Shirai, became even darker.

...

"That girl..."

"What's the matter?" Hearing Masami's voice, Yukimura immediately shifted his attention.

Yami didn't answer him, she pursed her lips and stared carefully at the people in the field, her eyes were particularly focused.

"Can't be wrong..."

"Um?"

Masami grabbed Yukimura's sleeve suddenly, aware of her nervousness, Yukimura quickly covered the back of her hand, afraid that people would see it, he had to adjust his posture again.

"Ashi, that's Koharu! It's Koharu, a maiko from Xiabaxuan! We've seen it before!" Her voice trembled with excitement, and even Nobuo Harada turned his head to look over.

What's up with her?

Nobuo gave Yukimura a look, and Yukimura shook his head.

He didn't know either.

Having no time to care about the two of them, Yamei stared blankly at the girls dancing in the arena, unable to tell what kind of mood she was in.

Xiaochun is the only maiko in Xiabaxuan in Kyoto today, and she works in a tea house called Wanshoule.When Yamei goes down the mountain to deliver incense, she can often meet her who goes to the incense hall to buy incense. The two are about the same age, so they can be regarded as friends who can call each other by name.

Yukimura doesn't know when her illness will recover, and she herself doesn't know when she will be able to go back. She originally thought that Kyoto and the past have become distant things in her memory, but she didn't expect to meet Xiaochun here.

If you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown.

"We know..."

"...Then I'll ask others which ward her grandfather is in. It's over in a while, let's try our luck." Yukimura's eyes flashed, he put away his little emotions, and made a decisive decision.

"Eh...but..." So what if we meet...

Masami was a little confused and lost, but before she finished speaking, Nobuo Harada, who was watching the performance, slowly turned his head and grinned.

"Ward, I know."

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In the end, someone couldn't wait for the end of the show.

The last movement of the dance is prostration, with both hands bowed gracefully on the ground, and when Xiaochun's forehead touched it, tears fell out without disappointment.

The old man sitting directly in front of her was sleeping peacefully.

The nurse pushed the hospital bed up, and the old man was carried onto the bed, and covered his whole body with a white cloth.Xiaochun escorted him all the way by the bed. Out of respect, everyone voluntarily moved out of the way. Even if Xiaochun passed by, no one bothered them.

The voice of the girl apologizing along the way mixed with the sound of gears rubbing against the floor, which was surprisingly harmonious.

After eating in the afternoon, the three hurried to the ward.But in the end, I only saw a famous detective who was picking his teeth.

"The family left a long time ago, and just left a man to pack up—ah, the man has been gone for a while now, too."

"It's so pathetic..." Mori Kogoro said, conjuring out of nowhere a bag of drunken peanuts.He poured all the peanuts into an empty bowl and called Yukimura and Nobuo to sit down.

"Is this your friend? Come, come, eat, eat. The old man has fulfilled his wish, and he has no regrets—Xiao, Xiaolan?! Why are you here?"

"Father! Did you steal something again! Why didn't you listen to me when I told you to avoid it!" Xiaolan, under Conan's deliberate guidance, discovered the place where Mori Kogoro hid the bones extremely keenly.

"You actually eat barbecue?!"

After the instruction, Conan quickly hid with Yukimura and the others, for fear that he would also be affected.After whispering hello to Yukimura and Nobuo, he took a chair and sat on it.

"Ha, ha... oh, a little bit... isn't it almost ready? Hiss..." Mori Kogoro deliberately raised his leg to divert Xiaolan's attention, but he didn't expect the pain to break out in a cold sweat.

"No!" Xiaolan retorted righteously, "Have you heard of a hundred days of injury?"

"Sister Xiaolan is really scary at a time like this..." Thinking about how he kept Xiaolan in the dark after being unexpectedly small for so long, he became inexplicably anxious.

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Early morning.

The rain outside the window has been pattering non-stop since the middle of the night. The hospital does not have a rainproof shed, so the raindrops hit the glass windows directly, making a bit of noise.

Mori Kogoro turned over in a daze, wondering if there was any sound next to his ears, when the alarm clock in the next bed suddenly rang, scaring him to sit up straight.

The old man in the next bed passed away yesterday, and now he is the only one left in the ward.

"What...it's so late..." After getting out of bed and pressing the alarm clock, Mori Kogoro lost all sleepiness and could only sit back on the bed again, "why did the alarm clock set off here...who set it in the middle of the night... ...That kid Conan must be mischievous again."

"Hey, what about Dr. Shirai... I'm obviously still chatting with him..." Mori Kogoro rubbed his head, a little confused.He remembered it clearly, but he had been talking about his case with Dr. Shirai before...

Maybe I fell asleep while chatting... I feel a little embarrassed thinking about it.

"Apologize to him next time I see him." Mori Kogoro muttered, glanced at him casually, then quickly took the crutches beside him and jumped off the bed.

Through the window, one could clearly see the shadow cast on the window in a certain room on the diagonally opposite floor—a black shadow was grabbing another person, and the dagger in his hand was raised high, and then stabbed fiercely. go in!

"Killer!"

The author has something to say: I...have come to die again.

This paragraph will be accompanied by hair sugar, and it will not be written in a particularly black mud.Other plots are also on the agenda... I am tired of all the lines, and the saved manuscript is gone...

☆, a room