[Gintama] The Way of Slaying Ghosts

The girl didn't realize that the surrounding voices suddenly stopped when those words sounded, and even the sound of the rain seemed to be cut off.

He just looked at the red oil-paper umbrella that was particularly conspicuous in the night and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

The edge of the umbrella was slightly lifted up, and the girl was shocked to see the face she was very familiar with.

We will see you again.

Whispering softly in her ear, he put the umbrella in her hand, and then disappeared into the night.

After regaining her senses, the girl shivered suddenly, and found that it was dawn, she decided to go back in a panic, and the umbrella in her arms was very familiar to her, no matter it was the not so obvious scratch or the familiar pattern on it.

As soon as she got home, the girl was at a loss and wanted to tell the man about it, but found several people standing at the door of the house, and smiled maliciously when they saw her.

"Shen Yi?" The girl looked at the man blankly, but found that he put the money bag in his hand back into his lapel in a panic, and then turned his head away unnaturally.

"What are you going to do!?" Helplessly being dragged away by those people, unable to break free, but her husband didn't care about it at all, the girl was crying faintly, "Shen Yi, Shen Yi, save me... ..."

The man just gritted his teeth and turned around: "I'm sorry, they said that if they don't pay the debt, they will kill me, so I... I have no choice but to sell you."

As if she had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, the girl lost all her strength in an instant, the light in her eyes was gradually wiped out until there was no focus, something was growing in her heart, and the few people beside her were still commenting on her 'cargo', But she no longer had any concentration to listen, and let herself be taken away in a daze, and finally sold to Youli again.

Drawing eyebrows, lips, and delicate makeup, the girl stared blankly at her glamorous self in the mirror for a while, then suddenly smiled, as if crying. After hearing the call from outside, the girl adjusted Good smile, opened the door, looked at the extravagant and noisy scene outside, and walked over with light steps.

Step by step from the most humble girl to the husband, the girl smiled and wandered among the guests, but one day she inadvertently saw the familiar down-and-out man outside the window and suddenly froze. The hatred accumulated in her heart could hardly be concealed. Coming, she couldn't even keep the habitual smile on her face.

The man seemed to want to enter the house, but he was kicked out because of his poor appearance and lack of money.

"Who said I have no money!" The man retorted angrily after being pushed to the ground, but he looked a little lacking in confidence.

"With your few dollars, you can't even accompany a single one. Just find a wandering warbler." The dispatching woman said contemptuously and contemptuously.

The man still wanted to say something, but after seeing those tall and strong men, he still picked up the purse and timidly prepared to leave.

"Go ahead and invite that one up." The girl looked at the mirror with a smile, and said to the young girl who was serving her next to her.

"Eh? But..." The little girl hesitated.

"It's okay, let's go." The girl repeated it softly.

After the girl left the room, the girl looked carefully at herself in the mirror, who was as beautiful as a puppet, and whispered: "It's amazing, the hatred for him has accumulated over time, but the original love can't be found anyway. Even my original forbearance and hard work now seem extremely ridiculous."

"Yes, that's it." The woman sitting on the window sill smiled happily, "I finally saw it again, this time I have to work hard, I will help you, it's okay." It's right by the window, but there is no one outside. no one sees her.

The man was a little unbelievable when he saw that someone invited him, and he was a husband, and then he became uncontrollably excited, because he didn't have much money, and he hadn't been in a girl's house for a long time. Thinking of this, his Adam's apple felt dry for a while.

Nervously opened the door, looking at the beautiful figure just from the back, the man took a deep breath, but when he saw the face turned around, he suddenly froze, opened his mouth and said nothing come out.

The bald girl next to him who led him in, who seemed to be beside the husband, had already gone out and closed the door. The man hesitated thinking, could she still love him? If so... His eyes flashed at this thought.

The girl walked over with a smile like a spring breeze, and the woman next to her waved a red oil-paper umbrella with a nasty smile and said, "Ah, this man actually wonders if you still love him, so he can come to you every day. "

Naturally, the man didn't know anything about it. He only saw his previously sold wife walking towards him tenderly, but the imaginary intimacy didn't happen.

The man stared blankly at the knife in his belly, his eyes widened in horror, and he was about to turn around and run away, but was grabbed by something invisible and pulled him to the ground, and the skin on his body began to be cut one after another. .

Who... who will save me!

Hoarsely calling for help but no one came at all, the man crawled towards the door with great difficulty, dragging out long bloodstains all the way, just when he was about to touch the doorknob, his chest was pierced suddenly, and his eyes fell into a Eternal darkness.

Calmly looking at the corpse on the ground, the warm touch of her hand did not make the girl feel any fear or panic, but instead, she felt a sense of satisfaction, followed by a sense of hunger and thirst.

hunger?The girl was a little dazed, and then saw herself in the mirror, with ferocious eyes, blue face and fangs, and the skin on her body was constantly turning blue and black.

who is thisThe girl suddenly remembered the woman, and turned her head suddenly, only to find that the room was empty except for herself, and the woman who had been bewitching her had disappeared.

There was something restless in my heart, longing for something, and then, and then there was darkness. After recovering, I stood in a sea of ​​blood. The whole Huajie had been slaughtered by myself, and the blood on my body was thick and sticky. The fragrance made her tremble with intoxication.

Not enough, not enough, not enough...

Indulging in the pleasure of killing, the bloody girl tilted her head sickly, and then swayed and killed all the remaining people in the town one by one, watching them scream in horror and run away, but they were running to the town. When he was on the sidelines, he couldn't get out anyway, blood flowed all over the street, and the blood in his eyes seemed to dye the sky red.

When she was alone, the girl returned to the original room, stared blankly at herself in the mirror, and burst into tears, then laughed and cried.

There has never been that woman, and I have always been alone. The woman with the red oil-paper umbrella has always been me, another self that has been constantly growing from the small evil thoughts in my heart.

That's why they look so similar, no, it should be said that they are almost exactly the same, except for the purple-black nails and weird smile, that's why there are so many similarities and unreasonable places...

Looking at the girl with dull eyes, Sakata Gintoki asked suddenly: "Is she that evil spirit?"

"Well, it's me." A soft female voice suddenly sounded.

Still holding the red oiled paper umbrella, the hem of the gorgeous kimono is vertical to the ground, the black hair is loosely pulled up, and the white and tender feet are bare. The woman's delicate face seems to be filled with sadness that cannot be dispelled.

Even though he saw that the woman was no different from a normal human being, Jiu Tsuji-san still cautiously put his hand on the handle of the knife: "Is that you?"

"It can be said to be me, but it's not me." The woman waved her hand, and the scene in front of her returned to the pavilion in the painting.

"What do you mean?" Jiu Tsuji-san frowned, but he really didn't feel any ghost in her body.

"I'm just a fragment, a fragment of memory." The woman said with a soft sigh.

The sky gradually began to drizzle, but they couldn't feel any dampness. The woman in front of them spun the handle of the umbrella in her hand, and water droplets splashed out from the edge of the umbrella.

"Looking at these memories here every day, looking at the sky that always rains." The woman looked a little dazed, "Because I belong to the human part, so the 'I' who became a ghost separated this memory Come out and seal it in this painting."

"Why not just destroy it?" Gulu swiped his tail.

"If I let you cut off one of your hands, would you be willing? No matter how obtrusive it is, I still need to exist." The woman chuckled lightly.

"I think what we need to know now is..." A deep voice sounded from behind the woman, "How to get out."

"You are here." The woman was not surprised, after all, she would know everything in the painting.

It was Gao Shanjin who came to help them, and they finally got together at this moment.

"Of course you can go out, just destroy this place." The woman said lightly, seeing everyone's surprise, she smiled again, "Anyway, I'm already tired of it."

"Then I won't be polite." Gulu didn't react much, and the black and red flames ignited directly on his body, as if they were accumulating and getting bigger and bigger. The scorching temperature evaporated the rainwater that should not be touched. The few people next to him didn't feel that hot feeling at all.

In the dark room, a small spark suddenly ignited from the middle of the painting hanging on the wall, and then gradually expanded, and the pavilions inside began to burn. Scorched holes appeared on the painting paper, and finally turned into ashes.

But the woman in the painting is just standing on the bridge with a red oil-paper umbrella from beginning to end, staring at the pavilion quietly, not paying attention to the raging flames that are constantly expanding around her, allowing herself to be gradually swallowed by the flames.

The author has something to say: in ancient times, Japanese prostitutes were called "Younv", the locations of brothels were called "Youkuo" or "Youlang", and the places where brothels were clustered were called "Youli".

The word "you" means game or play in Japanese, and "nyo" means playing with women.

Youkuo is a collection of officially recognized women's houses, surrounded by walls and ditches.The purpose of concentrating them into one area is to facilitate the management of public order and discipline.Established in the Azuchi-Momoyama era.There are other names such as Youli, Color Town, and Qingcheng Town.In the Edo period, in addition to the officially recognized tour, there was a semi-officially recognized Iimori Hatago in the Shuba Town, and a private prostitution den called the Oka Place in the Shuba Town and the Monzen Town.

Sending wife: old bustard

Liu Ying: The "Night Eagle" (Liu Ying) that can only come out at night, the price is 300 Wen (probably the price of a bowl of soba noodles in clear soup at that time).

Bald: The young girl serving the "Taifu", the future "Taifu".

Sure enough, I was inspired when I heard the song I liked, and I came up with a little story~