A slime came out of the pillar

Immortal Kawasami is actually a very casual person in life. He doesn't care much about things, and he doesn't care much about himself. He is either killing ghosts or on the way to kill ghosts every day. It's okay not to eat for a few days. It's fine not to die, it's fine if you don't bandage your body when you're injured, it's fine if you can heal yourself, sometimes he can do whatever he wants, even he himself will feel that his fate is too bad, and he hasn't died yet after reaching this point.

But there was one thing that he couldn't care about.

Staring at Yoshiyuki Tomioka who had eaten rice grains all over his face, Fushikawa raised his head for unknown times. He squeezed the chopsticks in his hand so hard that he could almost break them.

Yiyong, who was cast with a death gaze by the opposite wind pillar, didn't notice it, and still stared ahead and let everything go, in a state of eating out of his mind.

"Crack!" Bu Sichuan finally couldn't hold it anymore, he vigorously put his chopsticks on the table, pointed at Yi Yong and said angrily: "I said you, give me a little self-consciousness, eating so dirty is disgusting ah!"

As soon as the words came out, the three people on the opposite side who maintained the same chewing frequency stopped at the same time, neither swallowing nor spitting out the food in their mouths, and finally swallowed the food in their mouths bravely, looking calmly and wondering Why did Undead Chuan run away suddenly again, his tone sounded a bit confused: "Are you... talking about me?"

"Who else but you!"

"Huh..." Chloe, who was holding a rice bowl next to her, heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the words: "I thought it was me, so I was shocked."

"And you! It's good to eat some, don't let me be picky!" Bu Sichuan turned to look at him, so scared that he dropped the carrot that was going to be put into the volunteer bowl directly on the ground.

"Ahem, what Bushichuan said is right." The only Sato who was not affected by the incident said seriously, "A man can't throw it to others just because the food tastes bad. Chloe, you have to finish it yourself."

"Hey, those who just pretended not to see it, don't jump out and say something." Bu Sichuan stayed with this group of water things and was not in the mood to eat. He stood up with his rice bowl and walked to the door Side, "Eat slowly, I'll go out first."

"Undead River." Yiyong saw that there was more than half a bowl of rice left in his bowl, and silently dissuaded him: "If you don't finish the rice in the bowl, you will be punished by the gods."

Bushichuan turned his head and gave him a disgusted look: "I don't believe in any gods or Buddhas, are you a three-year-old child?"

"One cannot live without faith." Yi Yong looked at him with a sudden look of pity, and then said considerately: "It's okay, Immortal Chuan, I can lend you my faith."

"Huh?" Undead Chuan looked at him with a mentally handicapped look, but couldn't help asking: "What do you believe?"

Yoshiyuki glanced at Chloe next to him calmly. The other party was busy fighting with the carrots in the bowl, and didn't pay attention to their conversation. He said with a serious face: "Figan-douji."

"...You guys have a sick mind."

Fushichuan felt that he was definitely infected with stupidity by them, otherwise how could he stop to listen to Tomioka Yoshiyuki's nonsensical words, he ignored them, opened the paper door, and went straight out.

After leaving the town, Bushikawa and Chloe came to the House of Wisteria Flowers, and then Sato and Giyuu also arrived here. Butterfly Shinobi went back to the headquarters directly with Yin after finishing the matter, so Chloe Didn't even know she was here.

The mother-in-law who is in charge of the wisteria house has invited a doctor to wait there for a long time, Chloe realized that Undead Chuan suffered many injuries, and one arm was broken—but he acted as if nothing happened along the way , no abnormality can be seen at all.

This gave Chloe a new understanding of him: it turns out that this man is not only made of iron, but also his body.

After lunch, they sat together on the porch and told each other interesting stories they had encountered along the way. The mother-in-law of the wisteria house brought the brewed tea and the rice cakes she specially made.

Sato took a look at the Dibing that exudes a soft and glutinous aroma, and poked Chloe, who was lying on the side and weaving dogtail grass with Yiyong, "I'll give you a chance to build a good relationship with Undead River, do you want to go?"

"Whoever wants to go, I won't go anyway." Chloe didn't even raise his head. Although he was scolded by Undead Chuan every day, he still knew a little about him. It is estimated that only those who have won the Lifetime Diplomatic Achievement Award can be with Undead. Chuan established a good relationship, so he still didn't join in the fun, and saved himself from being scolded again.

Compared with Chloe who directly refused, Yi Yong looked at him with interest: "What method?"

A few days ago, his crow told him that the team did not know when there was an interpersonal relationship leaderboard, and he was the last one. Now he urgently needs a chance to prove his interpersonal relationship.

"Here," Sato said as he handed the hot rice cake to him, "Just take this and give it to him."

This is what he heard from Purgatory Xingshoulang. Ganlu Temple once sent grass cakes to Undead Chuan. After that, Undead Chuan's attitude towards her was much better, at least not as vicious as before.

"Bushichuan likes to eat grass cakes?"

"You do not know?"

"How could I know..." Chloe shrugged. He didn't even know about Immortal Chuan raising a unicorn until after Gentaro suffered misfortune.

This can't be blamed on him, the aura emanating from Undead River is too terrifying. At that time, he was in Fengzhu Mansion, except planning to escape every day, he was thinking about how to stay away from Undead River, and he would pay attention to what people like to eat.

But Bushichuan doesn't look like a person who likes to eat sweets. In order to prove whether Sato's trick works, he still quietly followed behind Yiyong.

Yiyong walked across the yard with a plate, and after walking for a long time, he saw Undead Chuan sitting on the steps outside the gate. After seeing clearly what he was doing, he froze for a moment.

Bu Si Chuan sat in front of the door with his back to them, holding a half-eaten bowl of rice in his hand. A thin stray dog ​​lay on his lap with its front paws, devouring the food in the bowl.

"Eat slowly." Undead Chuan put the bowl in his hand on the ground, and rubbed the puppy's head. The afternoon sun shone on him, making him glow with a warm orange gleam.

Just as Chloe wanted to lament that Undead Chuan was still a dog lover, he saw the brave man standing in front of him stiffly put the plate in his hand on the ground, turned around quickly, turned his head and ran away.

Um?What is he doing?

Yiyong left quickly like a gust of wind. Chloe blinked in confusion, but before she could react, a gray shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and one of the rice cakes on the plate was instantly missing.

"Ah!" Seeing the gray figure climb up the big tree in two or three steps, Chloe subconsciously rushed up this time due to the painful experience before, "Don't go, little thief!"

The gray cat with the rice cake in its mouth turned its head and glanced at Chloe contemptuously, and nimbly and nimbly climbed up the tree trunk to the roof. Chloe felt that it looked exactly like the cat she met in the town before. .

"Bring back the rice cake! It's not for you!" Chloe, not to be outdone, rushed up to the roof.

Sensing the movement behind him, Undead Chuan turned his head and saw a man and a cat stepping on the tiles and performing a chase on the roof. He felt his temple throbbing: "Can't you settle down for a while!"

As he spoke, he walked quickly to the corridor, looked up at Chloe, who was about to release spider silk to completely encircle the gray cat, "Are you crazy? Come down!"

"But it stole your rice cake!"

"What's the matter, why are you arguing with a cat!"

"But..." Chloe frowned and was about to say something when the gray cat on the opposite side found a chance to escape and jumped onto another tree next to the roof.

The thing held in its mouth was not so lucky. The rice cake sprinkled with red bean powder drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed perfectly on Undead Chuan's head.

The next second, Sato, who was still asking what happened to Yiyong who was huddled in the corner of the room, heard Undead River's roar: "You boy, come down for me—"

He thought that Chloe had done something to make Undead Chuan angry, so he hurried towards the scene of the incident, only to see Undead Chuan and Chloe standing in the yard, looking up at the tree in anger. superior.

"What's the matter?" Sato saw that they were rarely fighting against each other, and was very curious about what could make them united.

Chloe stretched out her hand and pointed to the gray, furry mass of unknown objects on the tree: "That guy stole Dibing and smashed it on Undead Chuan's head. Don't you think it's abominable!"

Sato glanced at Undead Chuan, who was grinning with anger, imagined that scene, and tried not to laugh: "Indeed, the plot is serious and the behavior is bad."

The gray cat lying on the branch seemed to be ignorant of the commotion below. It stretched its waist lazily, with its long tail hanging down and swinging in the air, looking very comfortable.

Immortal Chuan here has calmed down, and felt that the behavior of getting angry with the cat was too naive, so he went into the house to eat rice cakes angrily. A loving expression: "Isn't this Kintaro, has he come here again?"

"Huh? Grandma, do you know this cat?"

"Yes, this is the cat from Mr. Xinyuan's house next door."

After the mother-in-law of the wisteria house finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the house to get a ball of yarn, and without any effort, she tricked the gray cat that Chloe couldn't catch no matter what.

"Since it is someone else's cat, if it disappears, I will definitely be anxious." Chloe held the dog's tail grass and wanted to shake Kintaro, but the other party ignored him at all and concentrated on playing with the ball of wool in his hand .

"Yes, Mr. Xinyuan will definitely be very worried." The mother-in-law of the wisteria house sat in front of him, took a sip from the teacup.

In this way, the task of delivering the cat fell on Chloe.

Although Undead Chuan and Satu looked like normal people, they were both seriously injured and had to rest for two or three days. Although Yiyong only suffered some skin trauma, he didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, so he refused to step on it. Half a step out of the gate, in the end the only one who could send the cat back was Chloe who hadn't received the next mission and stood by.

The afternoon is always free, there are no pedestrians on the side of the road, it seems that they all go home to sleep late, the clouds in the sky seem to be taking a nap, floating slowly, Chloe is humming a song while hugging uneasy The gray cat went down the mountain along the mountain road.

He learned about the residence of Mr. Xinyuan from the mother-in-law of the wisteria house, and he lived in the south of the foot of the mountain. The direction was exactly opposite to the way he came, and it would not be too long to walk, so Chloe decided to go for a walk. step.

Passing through the wheat field and then passing the wet grassland, the small house with thatched roof has gradually enlarged from a small point in the distance and appeared in his field of vision.

It is a house built by the lake, it does not stand there alone, the house is surrounded by reeds that are almost half the height of a person, the sky and water behind the house meet in a line, the light yellow reeds are in the Swaying in the breeze, the air was mixed with the damp smell of mud and lake water, and there was slippery and wet mud all over the place, and Chloe couldn't find a place to stay.

He lifted the cat over his head, and shuttled back and forth in the golden reed pond with great difficulty. When he finally reached the front of the house, he realized that the whole body of the house was made of poplar, with curved vines climbing On the wall, even the windows are blocked, and a few completely dried figs are hung on the eaves, and there are a few slight knocking sounds when they are blown by the wind.

Chloe couldn't find the house number, but he saw a small plaque hanging on the door, with the three big characters of 'My Ghost Cave' profusely written in bright red ink.

His hand knocking on the door paused in mid-air. The unique house built in a strange location, coupled with the magical configuration around it, made it difficult for people to suspect that the people living inside were not ghosts.

[No magic element fluctuations were detected, everything is normal. 】

Hearing what the great sage said, Chloe felt a little relieved, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

There was a dull knocking sound on the old wooden door. Chloe knocked a few times, then lowered his hands and waited for a while, but there was no response from inside. He cautiously called inside: "That...Mr. Xinyuan, are you at home? ? Your cat ran to the wisteria house, I brought it here..."

There was no movement inside the door, only the wind blowing past his ears responded to him.

Probably not at home?

He didn't hear the response from the inside of the house for a long time, Chloe was about to turn around and walk back, Kintaro in his arms seemed to sense something, suddenly raised his head and yelled, only to see the old wooden door in front of him suddenly squeaked and pulled open. Opened half a gap.

Feeling a strange aura inexplicably, he was still hesitating whether to go in, Kintaro twisted his body and broke free from his arm, landed lightly, squeezed into the crack of the door, and turned his head to look at him, green His pupils were shining in the dark room, as if calling him to follow.

Chloe gritted her teeth, no longer hesitated, and directly opened the door and stepped into the house.

The layout inside the house is completely different from the outside scene. Old books are piled all over the place, thick newspapers are stacked in disorder on the ground, and countless crumpled waste papers are mixed among them, perhaps because there is no sunshine for a long time. Because of this, some mildew spots have appeared on the wall. Chloe noticed a small oil painting hanging on the far left wall, and the muddy yellow was all over the paper. When she took a closer look, she realized that the painting on the painting was exactly the same. It is a reed pond outside this house.

Just when Chloe wanted to take a closer look at the painting, there was another soft bang behind him, and he hurriedly turned around to find that Kintaro had jumped onto the table at some point and handed over the ink bottle on it. Knocked down.

The pitch-black ink smeared wantonly on the parchment on the table. Chloe found that it was a piece of paper full of words, and rushed forward to rescue it, but it was too late, and the spreading ink covered the paper. Two-thirds of the paper was covered, almost all the words on it were destroyed, and only the signature at the end could be barely seen.

"Akutagawa... Ryunosuke...?"

Chloe read the name blankly, but the culprit who destroyed the content on the paper next to him showed no remorse, stepped on the small black plum blossom print and jumped onto the next book, Chloe got up and wanted to catch it , an unfamiliar voice broke the quiet atmosphere, and appeared in my ears without warning: "Who are you?"

He turned around vigilantly, only to realize that there was a man in a black windbreaker standing behind him at some point, with short black hair and slightly white tails, and a slender figure that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, but with a slender body. With a daunting aura of loneliness.

Seeing the person in front of her staring at her warily, Chloe took a few steps back, opened a safe distance from the other person, and explained calmly, "I'm here to deliver the cat. Your cat ran away..."

Hearing this, Akutagawa glanced coldly at Kintaro who was sitting next to him, clenched his hands into fists, covered his mouth and coughed a few times before responding in a slightly hoarse voice: "This is not my cat. "

"Uh... isn't this the residence of Mr. Niihara?"

"..."

The person on the opposite side didn't answer, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. Chloe had no choice but to speak out for herself: "It seems that I went wrong, I'm really sorry."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Kintaro next to him and consciously planned to escape, but when he was about to open the door, he was stopped again: "What's your name?"

"Uh..." Chloe wanted to say her name subconsciously, but remembered what Sato said to herself a few hours ago.

Now Wu Mi is very afraid of you, and is sending ghosts everywhere to look for your traces. If it is not necessary, don't tell other unrelated people your name, so as not to affect them. ——That's what Sabito said.

He rolled his eyes, and just happened to see Kintaro in his arms, so he blurted out: "My name is Shi Taro!"

"Shit Taro?"

"No, no, it's better for Ketaro, no, itarou, itarou is better."

Chloe was still struggling with her pseudonym. Akutagawa over there had already come to the desk, and stretched out her finger to pick up the paper that was still dripping with ink: "You did this?"

"No." Chloe decisively raised Kintaro and leaned in front of him: "He did it."

After speaking, he held the gray cat's front paw and showed him the black pad: "Look, here is the evidence."

Akutagawa didn't seem to care who the prisoner was at all. He put the horrible piece of paper on the table again, put his pockets in his pocket and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and said calmly: "When someone comes, we will Say I'm not here."

After he left this sentence, he turned around and walked into the screen placed in the corner, and Chloe noticed that screen, on which were paintings of swords, swords, trees, seas of flames, and fiery red sky. The Bianhua, the people in the painting are all suffering from the torture of hell, with terrified expressions on their faces.

Chloe just thought that the screen was creepy, so he didn't dare to look at it again, but when he looked up, he found that Akutagawa had disappeared. Chloe guessed that there should be a hidden door or something behind the screen. Before he could confirm it, behind him The wooden door was knocked again.

"Mr. Akutagawa, are you there?"

Chloe was still struggling with how to answer, but the visitor pushed the door and walked in with ease, and was surprised when he saw Chloe standing in the middle of the room with the cat in his arms: "Are you...? "

"...Mr. Akutagawa, he's not at home." Chloe hadn't decided on her alias yet, so she could only say what he had told him in advance.

The other party didn't show surprise, just nodded and asked, "Did he tell you where he put the manuscript?"

"Manuscript?"

What manuscript?not……

"The day after tomorrow is the day when the new issue will be released. Mr. Akutagawa should have written the article to be published." The visitor seemed to be an editor, "In the past, he would be stuffed in the crack of the door or other places. If you are here today, then he should Let me hand over the manuscript to you."

"...I'm not sure." Chloe moved a few steps to the side of the desk guiltily, trying to block the man's sight so that he wouldn't notice it.

However, it was already too late, the other party moved faster than him, walked to the table first, and gasped after seeing the ink-soaked paper: "Who did this?!"

Chloe quickly put down Kintaro who was in her arms, and quickly separated the relationship: "He did it, it has nothing to do with me."

Kintaro jumped away wagging his tail, paying no heed to Chloe's accusation.

"This is really difficult..." The man held the manuscript that was completely illegible in his hand, and was so anxious that tears were about to fall: "This time I specially reserved the best section for Mr. Akutagawa. If there is no If the manuscript can be submitted, I will definitely be killed by the editor-in-chief."

Chloe felt a little sympathetic to him, but he also thought of Mr. Akutagawa's withdrawn and cold-blooded appearance, and he probably wouldn't spend any more energy writing a new manuscript for this poor editor. His own cultural level is also limited, so he had to test it out. He asked eagerly: "Maybe you can ask other authors? Maybe they have written manuscripts?"

"It won't work," the man shook his head sadly, "There is no one within a thousand miles who can match Mr. Akutagawa's literary talents. I came all the way from the town specially to get This article, now..."

"Don't you have so many in your bag? Choose one from it."

Chloe saw sharply that there were many sheets of paper stuffed in the cloth bag on his shoulder, and the words were densely written on it, which must be the manuscripts he received from other authors.

"Ah, this." Hearing this, the man took out the stack of papers from his bag, curled his lips and looked disgusted: "This is not good, the author's writing is not good, and the stories he wrote are boring and boring, and he still doesn't know how to restrain himself." I sent so many manuscripts at one time, I originally wanted to return these manuscripts to the author after receiving Mr. Akutagawa's manuscripts."

The man whined and complained, as if he had a lot of complaints about the unknown author, but Chloe didn't pay attention to what he said, just staring straight at the papers.

He was on it and smelled the breath of ghosts.

The author has something to say: I have finally come to the part I want to write the most. The Taisho period was really a time when the stars were shining, and many outstanding authors appeared during that period of time. 】

The setting of Akutagawa in this article is a bit different from that in the little wild dog, but there are references to the appearance and personality.

Note: The pictures in this chapter refer to Mr. Akutagawa's "Swamp" and "Hell Change", as well as Mr. Akutagawa's real name and surname Niihara. There are still some stalks in this chapter. I wonder if you can find them haha

I highly recommend Mr. Akutagawa's "Spider Silk". You can watch it when you have time. It is really a masterpiece. I like it very much.