I loaded the ghost talk game

Inutake Sosuke still remembers the first time he took his son to the cemetery.

The tombstones, which are new or old, have been cleaned, or are covered with moss due to no one caring about them, crookedly crowded in the small cemetery.

Jizo statues of different heights, but all appear very round, stand scattered here and there.

The air is humid, and it may have rained that day, so you can still smell the smell of soil and some stale smells that cannot be explained.

Inutake Sosuke was deeply impressed by the mixed and unpleasant smell in the cemetery.

As a perfumer of incense, he has always had a keen sense of smell.

I went to the cemetery that time because my father died of illness. His son Mizuiro was only six years old at that time, and was held in the arms of Sosuke Inutake.

"Dad, grandpa is dead."

Shui Se quietly huddled in her father's arms, staring at those innocent eyes, pure and innocent.

"Um."

"I'll never see grandpa again, will I? Grandpa will never take me to the wagashi store to buy chestnut yokan again."

Death is a vague concept, especially for a child of Shui Se's age.

He probably didn't really understand what that meant.

But for Shui Se, grandpa's departure is real, and this damp cemetery also exists.

Among the criss-crossing tombstones and the statues of Ksitigarbha, even children can perceive the fact of death.

Maybe he also realized something from it, thinking that one day, his father, his mother, and even himself will die like grandpa.

For a child who is always curious about the world and always full of energy, it is cruel to realize this too early.

Inutake Sosuke has always attached importance to the education of children's concept of life and death.

When Shui Se was five years old, she already knew how she got here: the crystallization of the love between her father and mother. A part of father's genetic factor and a part of mother's genetic factor were conceived in the mother's womb, conceived in October, and then gave birth to Shui Se.

Sosuke told his son.

Sosuke still remembers asking his mother the same question as Mizuiro when he was a child.

The mother's answer was: the children were picked up by the mothers in the trash can on the corner of the street. Whenever moms want a baby, they look in the dumpster.

There was no malice in this deceitful reply, but Inutake Sosuke hated it. He couldn't forgive his mother for lying to him, and he couldn't forgive himself for actually believing it.

For a long time in the future, whenever he passes by a trash can, the young Sosuke will worry about whether there will be a crying baby in it.

But ah, life education is not difficult.

This is a good thing, there is no need to twitch and hide. But death is different. The education of death is too heavy.

Many adults are still unable to face it, let alone children?

Inutake Sosuke still remembers how he responded to his son in the cemetery that day. He said: "Under the guidance of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, my grandfather went to Naraku to reincarnate. Grandpa has been a good person all his life, so he will reincarnate in the next life." will have a good life."

"Shui Se will also be a good child all her life. Will Earth Store Bodhisattva let me live a good life after I die?"

"Will do."

"In the next life, can Shui Se still be the child of her parents?"

Shui Se's pure eyes without any impurities made people can't bear to look directly at them.

"Yes, Aqua."

Inutake Sosuke rubbed his son's head.

Does he believe in reincarnation?

Maybe it is believed.

...

Logically speaking, his son Inutake Mizuiro would send Sosuke to his death.

Then maybe many years later, Mizuiro will stand in front of Sosuke's tombstone with her grandson or granddaughter in her arms, like Sosuke, and say something about reincarnation to her next generation to comfort her.

But the development of fate is always unsatisfactory.

The life of Shui-color came to an end prematurely.

This year, he is only eight years old.

Although he is like a child of the same age, he occasionally does something meaningless and irritating crying.

But Shui Se is actually very well-behaved, always so innocent, lively, and cute.

Everyone likes him very much, Shui Se has always been a good boy.

Always.

Also... always will be.

"Will Earth Store Bodhisattva guide Shuise and reincarnate him into a good family?"

Inutake Sosuke stood in front of the mourning hall, thinking about the past for no reason, in a mess.

"Cang Jie, I'm sorry for the change."

"Shui Se is still so young, he is always so obedient, fate is unfair..."

The voice of the people around him brought Inutake's thoughts back to reality.

He was in a daze for a few seconds, and saw Anzhai and his wife in dark clothes standing in front of him.

Anzhai and his wife are good friends with themselves and even their wife, and they have very close contacts.

Inuzhu settled down, and his somewhat distracted eyes fell on his friend's face.

He saw Anzhai's sad and sympathetic expression, and saw the always kind Mrs. Anzhai holding a handkerchief, she couldn't stop crying, her eyes were red.

There is no doubt that their grief and tears were real and real.

They also really like aqua.

But at this time, Inutake only felt irritated for no reason.

"Sorrow and change", "fate is unfair"...

He's heard too many words like this recently. At first, I thought I should be a little numb to this, but every time I heard it, it felt like a cat's claw was scratching my heart, cutting open the scar that couldn't heal bloody again.

It's useless, it's useless to say these words.

But what can the guests do?

Can anyone have a way to get the aqua color back?

"Thank you, Anzai."

Inutake did not lose his composure, and received Anzhai and his wife like other guests who came to mourn.

In a corner of the room, his wife VII was resting her head on the shoulder of her mother-in-law, and both shoulders of the mother and daughter were trembling.

Probably crying again.

On the funeral hall, next to the son's coffin, there was a bouquet of yellow and white flowers, and incense was still burning.

The incense is made by Inuzhu itself. It is a combination of agarwood, xunlu, white sandalwood, clove, carapace, musk, and Cyperus cyperus.

Shui Se is still young, and has just become interested in the incense at home.

Cangsuke still remembers that Mizuiro liked this group of leaves-like fragrance notes very much.

If Shui Se can grow up smoothly, might she inherit the family tradition of incense in the future?

Or maybe not.

Maybe he will have things to do that he is interested in. His son is very active and lively, and he likes to watch baseball games with Anzhai's son who is a few years older than him at Anzhai's house.

Maybe he'll be an athlete, a baseball player, the kind that goes all the way to Koshien.

Inutake thinks that Suise can do whatever he wants in the future, and he doesn't have to inherit the family business.

But ah.

There is no future.

"The color of the water is still so small, so small..."

Inutake felt chest tightness again, unreasonable depression.

But he still has to stay calm to receive guests and reassure his wife afterward.

But why, why should he do this?

Inutake actually wanted to cry too.

He felt that he was about to be overwhelmed and overwhelmed. Why was he the one who experienced the pain of bereavement?

...

The guests came and went, the crowd was silent, and it seemed to be bustling.

Inutake Sosuke seemed to take a breath, so he walked into the garden alone.

The air outside didn't seem to be much more comfortable than inside, just as oppressive.

Inutake took two hard breaths, and finally his chest was not so dull.

At this time, he heard a calm, but also some deep voice sounded beside him: "Mr. Inuzhu, my condolences have changed."

Inuzhu turned his head, only to find that there was a man in a black suit sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard.

Very young, gentle and clean, with meticulous hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

Inutake didn't know him. He didn't seem to be from the town, but he only regarded him as a friend or relative whom his wife didn't know.

So, Inutake nodded to the other party and responded: "Thank you."

"The pain of losing a child must be hard to accept, right?" The gentle man pursed his thin lips, "The child is still so young. Acute necrotizing enteritis... shouldn't have happened."

Acute hemorrhagic necrotizing enteritis was the cause of Shui Se's death.

With an explosive onset, Shui Se fell into toxic shock in a short period of time, with intestinal necrosis and perforation.

The disease is fatal.

But it's obvious that the doctor will go to the doctor soon...

Inuzhu didn't respond to the other party, and said nothing with a sullen face.

"But if you ask me, there is actually no room for redemption now." The man said again to himself.

"what are you saying?"

Inutake felt irritable again, even a little angry. What he said was inappropriate, as if he was teasing people. Under such an atmosphere, it was too impolite.

It makes people wonder if this man is a sincere guest who came to mourn.

"What are you talking about, you should know, right? In this world, there are so many things about gods, gods and ghosts, Mr. Inutake, you know all of them." The man smiled, "Didn't you come into contact with it? The way of incense passed down in your family, Isn't it mixed with folk magic? As far as I know, it's quite remarkable."

"who are you?"

Inutake became vigilant.

This man is right, the incense way handed down by the Inutake family is indeed not an ordinary style of incense way. Strictly speaking, it should be a branch of some kind of folk house transmission of Shinto skills.

But this kind of thing should not be clear to many people.

What is the origin of this man?

"Don't be nervous, I came here with good intentions." The man still smiled, "You can call me Haishi, or call me a lawyer."

"Don't play tricks!" Inuzhu lowered his voice, trying to suppress his anger at the same time.

He was very dissatisfied with the man's frivolous attitude.

"Such an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away is really sad." Lawyer Haishi said in a relaxed tone, sitting upright, rubbing his fingers on the stone table in the pavilion, "Before you drive me away, I will make a long story short. Mr. Inuzhu, Have you ever heard of the incense of returning souls?"

Rejuvenation incense.

Inutake Sosuke had really seen such illusory things in the books at home——

[Spiritual things are also, the fragrance smells for hundreds of miles, the dead body is on the ground, and the breath is alive. ]

[The sick will wake up immediately after smelling it, and the dead will live when it is smoked. ]

But this kind of thing is just a legend.

The lawyer observed the change of Inuzhu's expression with great interest, and continued: "Your family's incense way, traced back to its origin, should come from Taishan Prefecture Monarch Sacrifice. It originated in China. It is a kind of sincere prayer to the Great God of Dongyue Taishan. It is a yin and yang secret technique of equal exchange of life for the life of the dead. Therefore, the soul-returning incense should have been made by the people of your Inuzhu family."

"That kind of forbidden technique has long been..."

As Inutake said, he suddenly stopped.

He realized that at this time, he should not question the existence of the "Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice", but should completely deny the words of Haishi's lawyer.

Isn't simply questioning Taishan Mansion Junji Festival equivalent to accepting part of what the lawyer said before?

"Yes, yes. I can't find Fujunji for you, but I have another set of secret techniques modified from Taishan Fujunji. It is essentially the same as your family's incense. For the 'Huangquan Naraku Curse', aren't you interested? Perhaps combining the two, you can find a way to make the Resurrection Incense."

As the lawyer said, he took out a stack of yellowed rubbings from somewhere and put them on the stone table.

"This kind of thing, where did you come from..."

Inuzhu ghost took a step forward by mistake.

I don't know why, that rubbing seems to have an inexplicable attraction to him, Inuzhu can smell it, and there is an indescribable smell on that rubbing, heavy and ethereal, straight to Huangquan Naraku.

It seems that there is some inseparable connection with his family's incense path in the dark.

"Hehe, a friend of mine left it for me. If you can study this thing thoroughly, maybe you can meet him."

"That……"

Inuzhu took a few steps closer, and when he realized it, he was already standing in front of Haishi's lawyer, with only the yellow rubbing in his eyes.

"Mr. Inutake, I can give this to you. That's my purpose."

"what do you want?"

"Well, there is always a price for everything. However, what I want you to do is not too much. Sign a contract with me, and when I need it, just do something for me." The lawyer said again Take out a thin stack of paper.

This time the paper was clean and white, and the black writing on it was also clear.

Inutake could smell the fresh ink on it, and at the same time the so-called contract seemed to be far from that simple, with an indescribably mysterious smell.

cost……

Certainly not as light as the lawyer said.

"Hesitating. Mr. Inuzhu, don't you miss your water color? He is such a good child."

The lawyer's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power that corrupted people's hearts.

"Water color..."

In Inuzhu's mind, the sympathetic and mournful voices of the guests sounded again.

I am sorry for your loss.

Fate is unfair.

He also thought of his wife VII's red eyes from crying, and how his wife cried yesterday because she saw his son's toys scattered under the sofa.

Aqua color comes to mind.

He is such a good child, his eyes are always kind, pure and innocent.

Thinking of Shui Se snuggled into her arms, she asked herself softly: "In the next life, can Shui Se still be the child of Mom and Dad?"

Those pure eyes make people unable to look directly at them, as long as they think of the scars in their hearts, the scars in their hearts will be lifted...

"..."

"Mr. Inutake, the pen is here, and it is enough to sign here. According to your birthday, you are the most suitable candidate for Xushi."

"..."

"No, you don't need to sign your real name. You also need a code name."

"..."

When Inuzhu reacted again, the so-called "contract" in black and white had already appeared in his hands.

He saw the last page of the paper, with his own handwriting——

Xu Shi, the perfumer.

The plot has been sorted out, and there is another update, but it should be very late.