[Gintama] When Youkai Raiders Silver Fuck

After entering the room with the middle-aged man, everyone in the Wanshiwu routinely began to understand the contents of the commission.

"Let's talk about it first, our Wanshiwu is not a charity organization, commission fee, commission fee, this is indispensable." Sakata Gintoki sat down on the sofa carelessly and began to pick his nose.

The middle-aged man sat across from him somewhat cautiously, and after hearing this, he said in a somewhat embarrassing manner: "However, I don't even remember who I am."

Looking at him blankly for a few seconds, Sakata Gintoki raised his arms and waved to Shimura Shinpachi who brought the tea: "Yoshi, Shinpachi, see off the guests, and don't waste the tea."

"Ayin..." Shimura Shinpachi glanced at Sakata Yintoki sideways, and then put the tea in front of the bewildered man, "I'm really sorry, this person is like this, please don't mind, but... if you entrust, We are not a house of everything..."

"Please!" The middle-aged man knelt down again, "If, if my memory can be retrieved, then the commission fee can probably be paid."

"Does that mean you can get the money after you find your home? But what if your family is poor, Aru?" Kagura looked suspiciously at his poor appearance, which seemed to be comparable to that of Sakata Gintoki .

"Gintoki?" Maki looked at Sakata Gintoki.

"Get up, don't just kneel, it's really..." Sakata Yinshi crossed Erlang's legs and rubbed the curly hair helplessly, "Okay, then if you can find your home, then the commission fee..."

"It must be offered!" The middle-aged man quickly thanked him before he finished speaking.

"Then, let's talk about the content of the commission first, Aru." Kagura sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at the middle-aged man opposite.

"Actually..." the middle-aged man said bitterly, "I really don't remember anything now, whether it's my name, family, or work, everything..."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man continued: "The first memory was on this street, but just like that one night, he suddenly appeared in an empty alley, without knowing anything, who he was, or who he was. Knowing where to go, not knowing what to do, walking around in a daze, and then I heard that your Wanshiwu would accept any commission, so I came here."

Shimura Shinpachi struggled for a moment: "Don't remember anything?"

"No, it can't be that you don't know everything." The middle-aged man hesitated and said, "I always feel that I should have something very important, but I can't remember what it is, I just know, then It should be important to me."

"After all, I still don't know anything about Aru." Kagura rubbed his stomach, picked up the biscuits on the table and ate them.

"Sorry..." The middle-aged man whispered these two words, and he also knew how difficult it was to get back his past with these alone.

Sakata Gintoki glanced at the middle-aged man with his head down, and finally said: "I can only say that we will do our best, but there is no way we can't find it."

"If you really can't find it, there is nothing you can do." The middle-aged man smiled wryly.

Maki suddenly thought of a question: "How can we find you?" After all, he can't even remember himself now, let alone his home address.

There was a long silence, and everyone in Wanshiwu stared at the middle-aged man.

"I said..." Shimura Shinpachi twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, "What should I do?"

"That..." the middle-aged man said with some embarrassment, "I have nowhere to go, can I stay here?"

Sakata Gintoki gritted his teeth: "Ah Yin's nest is very small, if you go out of the shelter, please turn left, then right, then left, and then walk forward until you reach the end of the world, you bastard!"

"Where is that?" The middle-aged man asked in a daze.

"Masensengumi." Sakata Gintoki replied with a slumped face.

"Ayin, do you think they will take him in, Alu?" Kagura expressed contempt.

"Well, it's time for those tax thieves to do something useful to society, otherwise they will become moths of society if they continue like this." Sakata Gintoki said indifferently while lying on his body tilted towards Maki past.

When looking at Sakata Yin lying on his lap, Shinaki was a little stiff, and then tried to relax himself, pursed his lips and looked at the middle-aged man opposite: "But we have a commission before you, and your commission we No clue either, so we'll finish that first."

"Eh?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and then said, "I'm fine, I'm very happy that you are willing to accept the commission, really."

"In this case, let's go to the cemetery of the girl's hometown first. Since it was lost on the way back to the hometown to worship, let's go and talk about it." Shimura Shinpachi suggested with a punch.

"That's it, Aru, uncle, do you want to follow us?" Kagura looked at the middle-aged man.

"Well, I don't care, I'll listen to you." The middle-aged man smiled gently.

At this moment, Sakata Gintoki looked at him a few more times, and then suddenly frowned.

Real wood noticed his strangeness and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

Staring at the uncle for a few seconds, Sakata Gintoki looked away nonchalantly and said, "No, I probably think too much."

Although he was still a little puzzled, Maki didn't continue to ask: "Then get ready to go."

Walking on the small road in the country, I didn't see any hairpins along the way, and I didn't ask passers-by for useful information, but the sky was getting closer to dusk.

"It seems that you can't find it like this. Even if you throw it on the road, it must be picked up by someone." Shimura Shinpachi sighed.

Kagura nodded earnestly in agreement: "That's right, and she's still such a beautiful Aru."

"It's better than doing nothing." Sakata Gintoki said casually.

And the middle-aged man who was walking behind looked at the surrounding scenery and frowned at some point, and Shinaki, who caught a casual glimpse, asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"Hey, uncle, are you alright, Aru?" Kagura also looked at the frowning middle-aged man and asked.

"I don't know..." The middle-aged man said with some confusion, "It's just that I always feel a familiar feeling."

Hearing this, everyone stopped in their tracks, and Zhenmu looked at him a little subtly: "Could you be from here?"

"It can't be such a coincidence, hey." Sakata Gintoki was also a little incredulous.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but continued to walk in silence. The surrounding scenery was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, and the further he walked, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more irresistible.

When I saw the cemetery where I knew that few people came here at a glance, my body seemed to be drawn, and I walked towards one of the tombstones involuntarily, and the pace under my feet became faster and faster, and finally I saw the tombstone clearly. He stopped abruptly behind the tombstone.

Compared with the other tombstones, the tombstone in front of him has obviously been cleaned up. All the overgrown weeds have been pulled out, and the surrounding area has also been cleaned. There is a familiar aroma of wine that should be stored in memory.

The middle-aged man slowly stroked the tombstone with trembling hands, carefully rubbing back and forth on the engraved name, his decadent and lifeless eyes gradually turned gray.

At this moment, the twilight is faintly yellow, and although it has not yet entered the night, it has begun to cool down, just waiting for the last sunset to sink into the horizon.

Everyone saw that the middle-aged man was abnormal, and no one spoke for a while, just watching in silence.

"I... seem to remember a little..." The middle-aged man moved his lips a few times with difficulty, his empty eyes were out of focus, "My name is... Chiyo... Nobi."

After a long silence, everyone looked at the tombstone in front of them and said nothing. The name engraved on it was 'Chiyo Nobi'.

"I seem to be... already dead." Chiyo Nobi twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to make himself smile indifferently, but the smile was uglier than crying, "I'm dead..." At the end, he finally endured Covering his face with his hands, he knelt down and cried silently. After all, how many people can face their own death directly, and can clearly look at the tombstone with their name engraved on it.

Looking at the drops of tears that fell on the ground through the fingers, smudged with stains of different shades, Sakata Gintoki finally confirmed that it was not his illusion before: "Here, it is the client before you, Chiyomiki's father's tombstone, that is to say...you are her father?"

Although I felt that they had a sense of familiarity when they laughed, with the same gentleness and similar eyebrows, but I didn't expect that they were father and daughter.

"Daughter... son?" Chiyo Nobi raised his head in a daze, and repeated dully.

"Well, it's this girl, do you have any impression?" Maki took out the photo from his arms and handed it to Chiyo Nobi.

Chiyo Nobi slowly opened his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the gentle and beautiful girl in the photo, countless broken pictures flashed in his mind.

——Father, look, this is a bracelet I made myself, isn't it beautiful?

——Father, what will be your birthday present this year?look forward to……

——Father, I like it the most, Miki wants to be with her father forever...

——Father, why...why haven't you come back...

——I... don't want... to be alone...

Don't cry, I...

Covering his head in pain, Chiyo Nobi's body became transparent for a moment: "No...cry..."

"Hey! Wake up!" Shimura Shinhachi stepped forward and grabbed Chiyo Nobi's shoulders to try to calm him down, but it was useless, as if he was immersed in his own consciousness.

"What's wrong with him, Aru?" Kagura opened his eyes wide and looked at Chiyonobi who suddenly changed into this after seeing the photo.

"Gintoki!" Sanaki quickly looked at Sakata Gintoki.

A hand knife slammed down, and Chiyo Nobi immediately fainted, and his body was no different, the previous transparency seemed to be their illusion, and behind that was Sakata Gintoki who was holding his collar.

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