Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

The entrance door was not locked.

Yayoi Aoki just tentatively pushed the door lightly, and the door opened to her without any resistance, revealing the resplendent hall.

Gorgeous crystal chandeliers, European-style oversized stairs, while exuding the atmosphere of "I am very expensive", there is no trace of living people in the cold.

It's an upgrade of Zhou Fangzun's deluxe bedroom.

Yayoi Aoki stepped into the living room, and the black mist of resentment that ordinary people could not see shrank back into the tentacles, as if being burned by her spiritual power.

Because Aoki Yayoi is so popular with weird people and even monsters, when he was in Heiankyo, Abe Seimei once threw a lot of messy spells on her soul.

Defensive, exorcising, purifying, every time the Great Onmyoji gets something new, he just adds one to the little girl, maybe even he himself can't tell, but in the end, he blessed Yayoi Aoki with those blessings.

Of course, there may be curses too.

Aoki Yayoi chose to give up contemplating suddenly, the miserable appearance of the monster whose arm was festered and naked suddenly appeared in his mind because of the attack.

【What Seimei understands is sometimes unexpectedly cruel...】

Shaking her head and putting aside these miscellaneous thoughts, she walked forward in the black mist without any scruples.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but in this villa, the feeling of coldness seemed to be attached to the bones, like a shadow.Even if the resentment couldn't really hurt Yayoi Aoki, she still frowned uncomfortably.

And such a deep wish, it is difficult to completely remove it for a while... It is a bit troublesome.

If possible, Yayoi Aoki intends to persuade the owner to move out directly, but considering the value of the villa, it seems that it is not so easy to persuade.

Or change this place into a haunted house to make up for the loss as much as possible?

Thinking wildly to pass the time, Yayoi Aoki came to the room where the cough sound came from.Wanting to throw the pot to the wind, she slowly and slowly opened the door.

Yayoi Aoki originally thought that the owner of the house should be a rich old man over sixty years old, otherwise it would be impossible to be so deserted, but in fact——

The one in the house was a boy with dark gray-blue hair who was probably still in junior high school.

He was lying on the tatami quilt, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed, his figure was very slender, even a little thin, his wrist bones and clavicle were very obvious, and his skin was a little sickly pale.

At this moment, he is actually not awake.Even if he coughed like he was about to spit out his lungs.

This is also a matter of course - the black mist seems to be biting its prey, and it has already wrapped him up, making it airtight.How can it be possible to recover smoothly?

Looking again, there are crumpled paper towels all around, some empty drink cans piled up within reach, there are more than half of leftovers, cold fast food, and various unrecognizable things. electronic product.

That would be even worse.

Yayoi Aoki knelt down halfway, stretched out her hand towards the young man's forehead, and dispelled the black mist by the way, revealing that delicate and beautiful face.

Unexpectedly hot.

"Sure enough, you have a fever... Do you live alone? Where are your parents? Is there no one to take care of you?"

Naturally, the boy wouldn't reply, but his expression was slightly relaxed because of the coolness on his forehead.

Yayoi Aoki looked at him silently for a long time, and could only sigh like a grown-up, patted his head, and succumbed to reality in frustration.

"Okay okay, I won't leave you alone. I'll take care of you."

Skillfully biting his fingertips, he left the spiritual power between the boy's brows to protect him from resentment, so the newly bought crime tool—a kitchen knife—had a new purpose.

She took a towel from the bathroom and moistened it on the boy's forehead, then cleaned up the debris near the quilt, and pressed the corner of the quilt with the pile of unnamed electronic products, just in case the other party kicked the quilt restlessly.

However, the boy's performance was surprisingly well-behaved.

After he was soothed, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully, the gloomy expression on his face would fade away, especially the pair of long eyelashes, which looked like the old man who needed to be taken care of in a play house game. doll.

Yayoi Aoki lay down, plucking the small fan-like eyelashes with itchy hands, seeing the boy's eyes move, she immediately jumped up guiltily, and hid behind the door.

Fortunately, the other party did not wake up.

Not daring to play any more, Yayoi Aoki went down with the kitchen knife in her arms, trying to collect medicines for fever, some green vegetables and rice, and make some light porridge with vegetable leaves, which is convenient for patients to eat.

But with the empty kitchen and refrigerator, she had to believe in the young man's fairy tale - because the cultivator was from Bigu.

What else can be done?

Following the new use of the kitchen knife, the newly acquired pocket money also developed new task indicators.

Yayoi Aoki didn't look for fever medicine at all, put the kitchen knife back into the cardboard box, she went out to the supermarket to buy some food, thought about throwing a few bunches of grapes into the basket (because the empty drink bottles smell of grapes) ), went to the pharmacy to buy a daily medicine kit, and finally went back to Fushimi’s villa with her arms full.

Let’s not mention the porridge cooking process for the time being—anyway, the little princess who is fed everywhere and is mainly responsible for eating, can work with the kitchen to safely and smoothly bring out the finished product that can be drunk, it is already her Talented.

Pour the porridge into the newly bought thermos bucket, and pour the cold, just-right-temperature boiled water into the matching thermos cup. Yayoi Aoki took one in each hand, and went back to the bedroom.

Putting the thermos barrel where the teenager could see it when he sat up, she looked at the medicine and boiling water, lost in thought.

"...Well, how are you? Is it time to take medicine?"

Yayoi Aoki poked the boy's cheek with his finger, but the boy didn't even turn his head, and there was no reaction, holding the script of Sleeping Beauty Princess and refused to let go.

Tried to wake up many times but failed, and limited to the small arms and legs of this body, it took a lot of effort, but she couldn't push the boy up. She didn't dare to force the medicine for fear of choking him to death. This option was dropped.

"You are so disobedient. If you don't take the medicine, you will always feel uncomfortable. Even Mr. Tsunayoshi will not take the medicine openly now."

Yayoi Aoki put on a serious face, criticized and educated the sleeping teenager, and then picked up his terminal.

"Heal now? You don't need to take medicine anymore, you have to go to the hospital for an injection!"

Yayoi Aoki called the hospital, kept the medical expenses that might be needed, pressed it with an insulated bucket, closed the ventilation window, and slipped away the same way, holding her kitchen knife.

With a faint hope, she still wanted to find the river according to the map she found just now.

However, when Yayoi Aoki was several hundred meters away from the river, he saw Zhou Fangzun smoking on a bench by the road.

Yayoi Aoki: ...

Zhou Fangzun: ...

The red-haired young man moved his eyes down and landed on the bold red letters on the paper box in the little girl's arms, and raised his eyebrows: "Chopper?"

Yayoi Aoki's mind was spinning quickly, and he lifted the cardboard box: "It's for Mr. Kusanagi! He said in the morning that he would buy a new knife."

"Humph."

Without saying whether he believed it or not, Zhou Fangzun laughed softly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with his feet.He stretched out his hand and confiscated the crime tool, and lightly patted the little girl on the head.

"Let's go. Eat."

Yayoi Aoki followed with his head drooping, reluctantly dragging out the end: "...Yes, Mr. Zhou Fang."

On the streets of Zhenme Town, behind the proud lion in the past, today there is an extra kitten playing a game of stepping on the shadow, which attracts the attention of the people who eat melons all the way.

Before walking to HOMRA, Yayoi Aoki, who would receive greetings from strangers from time to time, realized a fact very clearly——

After losing today's great opportunity, now she is being led by Mr. Zhou Fang and swaggering through the market, the difficulty of the way home has finally evolved to a nightmare level QAQ

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And the teenager who was the culprit was woken up by the medical staff who came after hearing the news.

"Master Fushimi? Master Fushimi, can you hear me?"

The Fushimi family is a well-known local family, rich and powerful. As the only orthodox successor of the next generation of the Fushimi family, the name of Fushimi Saruhiko is a keyword engraved in the hearts of many departments.

After Yayoi Aoki reported the address of the Fushimi family's mansion, it immediately attracted the attention of the hospital leaders and sent a professional medical team.

Of course, the young master doesn't have to crowd with ordinary people and queue up for registration. As long as he wants to, his villa can immediately become a small hospital with all internal organs.

Fushimi Saru Hiko was forced to wake up from a peaceful dream.

When he first woke up, his sick brain was still functioning very slowly. After hearing the disgusting names, he subconsciously determined that these people were called by Ms. Fushimi Musa, who rarely visited.

"Tsk." He turned his head away in annoyance, "Did 'she' ask you to come here again?"

"Ha, haha, Master Fushimi, what are you talking about. It's not... Mrs. Fushimi?"

The medical staff explained with a dry smile: "Isn't it the granddaughter of your servant? It sounds like a child's voice. Look, there is still cooked porridge here... Huh? Why did you put the money, and there is such a cheap medicine here here?"

What servant?Return granddaughter?All the messy people in this villa have been kicked out by him a long time ago.

Fushimi Saruhiko opened his mouth to refute this ridiculous and full of loopholes, but his gaze inadvertently swept over his hands, and he actually saw the thermos bucket, thermos cup, medicine, and the stack of cash underneath.

Taking a closer look, the previous empty bottles and paper balls have also been cleaned up, and the precious electronic products he assembled by himself are also strangely distributed in the four corners of the quilt, obviously being touched by someone.

Fushimi Saru Hiko frowned, picked up the terminal from the pillow to check the records.

Sure enough, he found the call to the hospital.

【what happened……? 】

[A thief who does good deeds every day?But there is no shortage of valuable things in this room. 】

The medical staff asked cautiously: "Is there something wrong?"

"Do not."

The body was quicker than thinking, and Fushimi Saruhiko simply rejected the overtures of the person in front of him.

Holding the terminal in the palm of his hand, his brain, which has been groggy for the past few days, became inexplicably clearer. He ignored the medical staff with a sullen face, and without any doubt, he looked up at the water in the thermos and swallowed the pills.

"I don't need it. You can go away."

[Whatever you want.Maybe it would be nice if it was poisonous. 】

The young man raised the corners of his lips coldly, and there was a hollow darkness in his eyes.

[If you just die like this, maybe there will be a less boring development... right? 】