I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

The current situation is that Giyuu and May went from the Taisho era to the future.

Friendly addition, the year name is Heisei.

This fact inevitably made them overwhelmed for a while.But calm down and think about it, it seems that the development of the matter is not so unreasonable.

Relying on his own experience of running around in Tokyo for a year, Wuyue led Yiyong to a small park near the Skytree, found a bench and sat down, and began to analyze what was going on.

"So this is Heisei?" Giyong looked at the swaying tree shadows, suddenly lowered his eyes, and whispered, "The era you lived in before?"

May nodded seriously.

"That's right. I think the reason why we came here is because of the help of this thing."

Wu Yue wound the black rope into several circles and put it in the palm of her hand.The strangely shaped piece of white jade that was originally hanging has been broken into slag and fell in the Asakusa forest in the Taisho era.All she has now is this black rope.

At the time, Anchor described the thing as an "escape route."He repeatedly emphasized several times, saying that as long as it is broken, she can be brought back to Heisei.

She has always kept these words in her heart, but for some reason, when she first encountered Shenming, she didn't react at all, and she was able to escape in this way.

"Well... Anyway, it's good that we didn't have any accidents." Wu Yue twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a wry smile, "It's enough to escape safely, just as the policy we formulated earlier is to escape."

Thinking about it this way, they have achieved their goal perfectly.

Although it was beaten badly.

May's ribs hurt badly on both sides.She was thrown to the ground forcefully by Shennai before, and then was thrown to the ground by gravity when she landed in Tokyo.The two consecutive violent impacts made her wonder if her ribs might have been cracked—otherwise, how could it be so painful.

Every time the chest rises and falls, the ribs throb.She didn't dare to breathe hard, so she could only maintain a shallow exhalation, and secretly prayed that the wound on her body could heal itself quickly.

Except for the torso, which was the most severely injured, the other parts are in good condition.There were no obvious wounds, only a cut on the right leg by a rusty knife, and the rest were just small wounds, which she didn't take to heart.

Giyuu said nothing about his situation.May even felt that his words were a little less than usual.

Worried about whether he was seriously injured, but not too embarrassed to show this worry too obviously, May only dared to observe Yiyong secretly.She lowered her head, pretending to be contemplating, but her eyes always drifted unconsciously to Yiyong.

There seemed to be nothing unusual about him, but his expression was a little tired.There were a few puddles of water stains on the dark red feathers, sporadic but almost all over the entire right side of the body.

May reacted quickly.This is not a water stain, but blood seeping through the team uniform.

She could no longer pretend to be contemplative, she sat up straight suddenly, stared at Yiyong's arm, wanted to take a look at Yiyong's clothes, but she didn't dare to do so.

Coupled with Yiyong's silence, she was even more flustered.

"Mr. Yiyong, your hand..." She trembled unconsciously even at the end of her speech. She tried her best to stabilize her mood, but she became more and more nervous. "Does it hurt? Is it important? Oh... I'm sorry, I really So stupid. How did I not find out until now..."

Thinking of her slowness, Wu Yue felt annoyed in her heart.

Yiyong could feel her anxiety, but now the pain has faded a lot. Although the numbness of fingertips caused by blood loss still hasn't disappeared, he thinks it should be okay.

"I'm fine," he said, "don't worry."

"But it doesn't look like you don't need to worry at all!" Wu Yue has now changed from anxious to panic, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital... No, no, I forgot, you can't go Hospital."

The current Giyuu is a pure black household—after all, there is no such person as "Tomioka Giyuu" in the archives of the Heisei era.

Not to mention seeing a doctor, it is estimated that even the most basic registration will not work.

Thinking of this, Wuyue's head began to ache.I wanted to let out a heavy sigh, but unfortunately my ribs were so painful that I couldn't even pant.

Wuyue rolled up, buried her face in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "This is too bad..."

The anchor had said he would take them back, but there wasn't even a single hair of his head in sight.

They don't want to stay here forever, and Giyuu also wants to be a Heisei black household for the rest of his life, right?

Just imagining this possibility made May panic.

"It's not too bad." Yi Yong patted her on the back lightly, "Fortunately, you are here."

Fortunately, she is very familiar with this place, otherwise, she would turn into two stunned youths running around in unfamiliar places.

Giyuu's consolation made Wu Yue cheer up a little bit.She rubbed the bruise on her wrist and made the next arrangement in her heart.

"I don't know what month and day of the week it is, but I guess it should be very close to the day I left Heisei—of course, it's completely my guess." She muttered, "If this information is used as The premise, then the house I rented still belongs to me. That is to say, at least we don’t have to worry about where to go.”

"Ah."

Giyuu nodded.Up to this part, he could barely understand everything.

"There is a pharmacy under the apartment. I can go and buy some medicine and bandages, so that even if I can't go to the hospital, I can treat the wound. Then I wait for the anchor to come and bring us back to Taizheng." At the end of the paragraph, she slapped her thigh hard and stood up, "Let's go, Mr. Yiyong."

She doesn't want to waste time.

The rented apartment is not far from here. If you take a bus, you can get there in three stops.However, since there is no common currency in the Heisei era in May, and Yoshiyuki is still a Heisei black household, he had to go on foot.

Walking through the square full of people, you can hear street performers sitting by the fountain playing ukuleles and singing summer tunes, which made Yiyong unable to help but look sideways at the street performers.

Stepping on the overpass, cars pass by below, followed by the pungent smell of gasoline.Yiyong quietly held his breath and walked forward without looking sideways, but for some reason, his eyes were always attracted by the flashing lights of the car.

He knows that this is the future 100 years later.

100 years, a century, is indeed a long time.But he couldn't have imagined that the world would become so bizarre.

"Mr. Yiyong." Wu Yue stopped and waved to him, "Follow up quickly, don't get lost."

Wu Yue felt as if she was taking care of a child, stopping and going, and paying attention to Yiyong's movements from time to time.She saw Giyuu hastily looked away, and speeded up her pace as if she was a little embarrassed.

The footsteps of Yiyong sounded behind her, and Wuyue suddenly felt relieved.

Inexplicably, she suddenly thought that she always walks behind Yiyong on weekdays.It seems to be a rare experience for her to walk ahead like today.

Walking at a normal pace, Sanzhan Road doesn't seem to be that far away.The downstairs door of the apartment was unlocked and opened with a push.

Follow May all the way to the top floor, and turn right to the second door, which is her apartment.

May habitually touched his pocket, and found a big problem.

"Ah... I don't have a key."

The key is in the schoolbag, but the schoolbag has already been put into the cabinet of Yiyong's house together with the schoolbag.

The scene seemed a bit awkward for a while.

May laughed dryly a few times, not to mention how embarrassing she was.

"I... I'll find someone who picks the lock!" She pointed downstairs, "Just wait here for a while. Don't worry, it will be done soon!"

"Who are you looking for to open the lock! What a waste of money!"

There is an extra anchor that has not been seen for a long time at the door.He wrinkled his face and waved his hands like May with disdain.

"Move to the side, I'm coming!"

As he spoke, he took out a bunch of lockpicking tools and fiddled with the keyhole, as if he was an expert.

May was startled by his skillful movements.

"You know how to pick a lock...ah no, why did you change your clothes today?"

The last time I saw him, he was still wearing a slate gray "very expensive fabric" kimono, which looked like a human being, but now he has changed into a loose old white short sleeve with loose old big pants, Even the feet on the feet have become flip flops.

Coupled with a tired and wrinkled face, he looks like a middle-aged old man.

However, the anchor in this attire didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and even shook his clothes proudly.

"This is called Heisei characteristics! Do you know?"

May doesn't know.But she can pretend she knows.

"By the way." She remembered a very important thing, "Shouldn't you be sending us back?"

"This... this question, let's talk about it later when we go in."

Perfunctorily, the anchor continued his own lockpicking career.After working tirelessly for about 3 minutes, the door was opened.

Back to the long-lost "home", Wuyue actually felt a sense of strangeness.But the things in the house didn't seem to be much different from when she left.

The three sat down at a low table.May took out the only three remaining cans of drinks from the refrigerator, pulled all the tabs off, and handed them to them.

She heard Giyuu whisper thank you to her.The anchor looked as if it should be taken for granted, slowly picked up the can, slowly put it to his mouth, and slowly drank it...

"When will you send us back?"

The sudden question startled him.He was caught off guard and choked, and coughed several times before barely recovering.

"Don't worry, I will definitely send you back!" Patting his chest, he promised, "But for the time being, you can stay here for a while—to deal with things, or to play around Don't think too much about it, okay?"

May didn't refute, just nodded silently.She looked over the low table and landed on the electronic clock, looking at the date reflected.

An ordinary day, an ordinary Thursday.

"Then tomorrow will be Friday." She muttered to herself, "It just so happens..."

Anchor puts down the can, drinking so much fizzy drink that he lets out a carbon dioxide-filled orange-flavored burp.

"Just what?" he asked.

"It just happens to be a working day, and I can deal with matters related to dropping out of school."

"Exit... Exit?!"