Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Yiyong's destination this time is a relatively prosperous town in Mie County. Hearing that there have been frequent disappearances recently, he looked back at the person who was still teaching the crow to speak, "Let's find a hotel first."

The person who pays the most, Izumo has no objection to his proposal.

Maybe it's because the disappearances have been going on, everyone in the small town is in danger, the streets are a little cold, and the hotels are empty.

Giyuu booked a double room, and Izumo rolled directly on the bed. When he was done, he picked up the things on the bedside table and looked at them one by one. It seemed very fresh. He was about to go to the bathroom for a walk, and found that Giyuu was holding a sun wheel Dao looked like he was about to go out, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the house of the missing person and investigate."

After speaking, Yiyong stared at him for a long time.

Izumo maintained a smile all the time, not daring to move casually, and soon his facial muscles began to stiffen, remembering what he said that he could not leave his sight, he said dryly, "Do I want to go too?"

Giyuu is worrying about this problem. Izumo seems to be unable to restrain his instinct because of the flesh and blood. What if his eyes turn red again during the investigation with him?

Don't take him with you, let him here alone, don't know what he will do, no matter what, it makes people feel uneasy.

"...Stay here and don't wander around, I'll be right back."

Giyuu left this sentence and went out. Izumo thought he was going to investigate, and only he threw himself on the bed again, tore off the restrained hood and square scarf, threw it away, and buried his head in the soft pillow Then he let out a sigh of satisfaction, compared to the hard and hard compartment of the Oboroche, the bed was indeed more comfortable.

Originally, he could also enjoy such a luxurious life every day.

The more I thought about it, the more sad it became. Izumo couldn't hold back the anger and grievances in his heart. He hammered the pillow and cursed, "Kuso! It's all those guys' fault! If they hadn't been chasing after me so hard, I wouldn't have slept in the open all day long." ! Isn’t it just to earn some hard money, as for chasing me for 1000 years!”

Squeak.

The door opened again.

I was so engrossed in thinking just now that I didn't notice someone approaching, Izumo jumped up subconsciously, and looked at the door defensively, fearing that those lingering people would be chasing after him, but feeling the familiar breath, the whole person relaxed, Sit back on the bed.

A person as cold as a lotus flower came in and threw something over. Izumo was stunned for a short time and then hurriedly reached out to catch it. When he took it to his eyes, he saw that it was a thick piece of dark cloth.

With the lack of cover, Yoshiyuki finally saw Izumo's face clearly. Judging by the appearance alone, he looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. The livestock were harmless, not half harmful. His facial features were too delicate, and his skin was so white that it showed Sick, with a white mask in the shape of a fox's head on top of his head, his pale cherry lips moved, and he uttered a soft voice of doubt, "What's this for?"

"Blindfold it and come with me."

Hearing Giyuu say this as a matter of course, Izumo made a long questioning voice, "Huh? Why?"

"If you see blood, can you hold back? And the mask should be thicker."

"..."

The reason given by Yoshiyuki is very good. Izumo, who has a criminal record, can't refute it. He can only put it on honestly, and then re-equip the square scarf and hat. There are three layers inside and three layers outside. Now the whole person is covered Thoroughly, except for those hands that reflect light under the sun.

Yiyong waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Can you still see it?"

"I can't see it." It's too thick, and no light can get in. Izumo, who has excellent night vision ability, is very uncomfortable with the current state.

After a pause, Yiyong then asked, "Can you smell me?"

"What is the taste?"

"The smell of human flesh."

"..."

Izumo was about to cry, he was really not a ghost, why did he treat him like this.

What is even more frustrating is that Izumo found that his hands were also tied, and when he moved his tightly bound wrists, the delicate feeling on the skin was not brought by rough hemp rope, but should be similar to cloth. article.

Although he could easily undo this level of restraint, but in order to reassure Giyuu, he still silently accepted such an inhuman arrangement.

"I'll lead you away."

Following the meticulous cold voice, Izumo felt a pull from his hands, not heavy, but undeniable.

Izumo passively followed behind, not knowing where he was going, during which various discussions spread into his ears, of course he also knew that his appearance was very eye-catching, but fortunately there were not many pedestrians on the road, and they all had to work hard for their lives They only dare to whisper to their companions on the sidelines.

Giyuu turned a deaf ear to these, as if surrounded by invisible air, followed the route given by Salmon Taro to find one of the victim's homes. Since Salotaro was too old, he would often send wrong instructions to lead the wrong way or enter the battle randomly. He was not used to it being so smooth all of a sudden.

Looking back at the person behind him, the young man stood there quietly, the aura that settled on his body was too dense and empty, as if isolated from this world.

The heavy door opened from the inside, revealing a plain face. He looked around cautiously, and finally returned his eyes to the two people standing at the door. The one who stood farther away was tied up. It seemed suspicious no matter how you looked, but he was brave and calm. Or let him muster up the courage to ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Yiyong said straight to the point, "I heard that you found a severed hand by the river, can you take me to see it?"

"Excuse me, are you...?" The person hiding behind the door was even more suspicious. No one would say that he wanted to see a corpse that was picked up from someone else's house, and it was still a stump.

Yiyong didn't answer, just repeated, "Take me to see."

The servant didn't know what was going on at this point, but was shocked by his aura, and opened the door in a strange way.

After entering, Giyuu belatedly realized that there was a high threshold at the gate, and was about to remind the blindfolded people, but saw Izumo stepping in accurately, and took the initiative to avoid the people next to him.

Can he see it?

The piece of cloth has passed through his hands, and he has personally confirmed that there is no problem. If it can avoid people, it is because of the smell of people or something else, but how does a dead thing like the threshold confirm its position?

After that, Lu Yiyong didn't try to pull him. Although Izumo was strange, he didn't make a sound. He just kept a certain distance and followed him, and he didn't get lost after going around several turns.

really……

He can see.

Now is not a good time to inquire, Yiyong suppressed his thoughts, and was finally taken to the main hall by the male servant who opened the door just now. There are Baijuan everywhere, full of suppressed sadness, and an open coffin is placed in front of him. The old woman lay on it and howled silently, like a leaky bellows, only hoarse panting was left, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

The man who was kneeling and chanting scriptures in the hall had a painful expression on his face. Hearing the movement behind him, he was about to send the servant to say that he didn't see any guests. Before he could speak, Yiyong walked over the crowd and came to the coffin.

Looking inside, you can only see lilies covered with flowers, and half of a severed arm that was swollen and white.

He bowed his head in silence and opened his lips lightly.

Only the old woman who was closest heard him whispering a verse of salvation.

The author has something to say:

Izumo: Tied me up like this and I didn't even eat you, isn't that considered love?

Today is Christmas Eve, I wanted to make an apple with * * *, but I couldn't draw a decent apple after a long time of beating, and I was so ugly that I cried [wow I cried]

Let's take it as our painting, happy Christmas Eve

Thank you Keke for throwing a grenade, meme chirp╭（╯ε╰）╮