[Ghost Lamp] The dark humor of hell

"So, you are in charge of this area, right? For someone with such a low luck value, have you never seen her before?"

Ghost Lantern walked in front of Brother Shi Lantern, feeling that it would be misunderstood if he visited others in a suit, so he simply wiped off the horns on his forehead and set off on clogs.It looks like an old man from a distance.

Master Ghost Lantern is actually very old...

On his head was Mengpo soup that was said to be brought from Taoyuan Township, and the stone lantern wiped away his brother's saliva. He really didn't understand such a smelly soup... why his brother still seemed to want to drink it.

"I haven't seen it, maybe she never eats snacks...Master Ghost Lantern, this soup..."

"This is the Chinese Mengpo soup. It is said to have the effect of detoxification and beauty. The Chinese Mengpo is always young because of drinking it, but because of the side effects, she always forgets to work."

The Shi Denglong brothers behind the ghost lamp each had a bowl of soup on their heads. In order to prevent the younger brother from stealing the soup, Shi Denglong specially handed over the bowl that seemed to have lost his appetite to the younger brother, while he himself protected the smelly soup brought back from abroad. Meng Po Soup.

There was an unspeakable stench, and Shi Lantern felt that the dead in China were also very hard.

"Although it smells bad, it tastes very good to drink."

"That's just because people who drink it forget what this soup tastes like."

"China is better at cooking things that are smelly but delicious. When I went there to collect materials, I ate a kind of fried tofu. The smell was even worse than the body odor emitted by King Yan Mo who hadn't bathed for many years. But it tastes really good.”

Gui Deng nodded, and by the way, charged Yan Mo with unwarranted charges.The deep-fried tofu is not only very fragrant, but also makes people want to eat skewers one after another. It has the opposite taste of oden but has the same characteristics.

"Well, I don't think I'd be able to live if I drank it."

Glancing upwards, Shi Lantern pushed away his younger brother who had been approaching him, and followed the ghost lantern into an apartment.

Walked to the third floor, turned a corner, and it was the third door from the inside out. I don't know how the ghost lamp investigated her residence. Anyway, I checked the door plate to confirm what it was, so I rang the doorbell.

"Crack".

After waiting for a while, the girl I met a few days ago rubbed her messy hair and opened the door. Because of her height, she had to look up to see the whole picture of the ghost lamp. She silently looked at the two people beside him carrying soup. The child didn't know if he recognized Shi Denglong's younger brother, so he closed the door with a heavy "dong".

"Ding Dong".

The doorbell, which seldom rang, echoed in the dark room.

She lay on the bed and pressed her temples with a headache, struggled for a while before getting up, staggered to the light switch at hand, put on her glasses and fumbled for the door.

It's someone who sells newspapers.It's really not annoying to come every day.I said that there is no need for the Oedo Shimbun... Oh no, it seems to be called the Chaoyang Daily.

She is not allowed to take a rest on a good weekend, and the life of going to class and working part-time is the biggest sleep killer for a young girl... Although her height is a little bit lower than that of a young girl, she is definitely taller than Teacher Xiaomeng To be tall, she has this confidence.

Just as she was confident that she would not be recognized as her brother.

When I opened the door, the little boy I saw at the garbage dump a few days ago suddenly appeared in my mind. I don't know when he will come to the door, or is he the one at the door now?

After pulling the doorknob open, she immediately continued her actions.The heavy mahogany door was opened inward, and she adjusted her glasses to carefully look at the person in front of her.

...No, it seems a little short.

Her eyes were on the skirt of the red and black kimono, and she subconsciously raised her head to see the other person's face clearly.

...seemed to be a man.

Looking down, I saw two children holding strange soup bases. The age should be only elementary school, and the other one may even be learning to walk.

...like two children.

This strange combination made her feel a little bit wrong, she lowered her raised head expressionlessly, took a step back and closed the door heavily.

She knows that there are a lot of people selling strange things recently, like foot wraps or something like the King's Sword, but will anyone really sell that kind of poisonous soup that looks poisonous and emits purple smoke? ! !Is it rat poison?It is said that rat poison should be sold to the landlord below! !In other words, why did you come to find her? !

After holding my head and struggling for a while, another doorbell rang outside the door, but there was no sound of conversation.She took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, forced herself to calm down, and carefully considered other possibilities.

Maybe it's not a sales pitch, just a very common kin scam.There have been a lot of incidents where a woman with a child comes to a single man's house and cries "this is your child" and extorts a lot of money recently... Hey, Uncle Police, she is just a young girl in her prime, although she looks like Not like it, but from the looks of it, she hasn't even reached her prime age! !Why did this "'this is your baby' scam" come after her! !By the way, the man outside the door is right? !She doesn't even believe what she did to the other party! !Can men have children too? !Where are all the science skill points now? !

Touching her chest, which was unable to calm down, she couldn't draw any conclusions from her chaotic thoughts for a while. When the doorbell rang for the third time, she took a deep breath, put on her glasses and opened the door again.

"big sister--"

Only the kindergarten body with the strange soup on the head remained.She opened the door and stared at him, she was sure that the tall man just now was at the side, and the combined height of the two brats couldn't reach the height of the doorbell.

She just can't reach it.

"And the cake... hurts."

As soon as the kindergarten kid opened his mouth and yelled a few words, he was knocked on the head by an elementary school student who suddenly appeared from the side, and even helped him up in order to prevent the soup on his head from falling down.Startled by the sudden appearance, she took a step back and saw their faces clearly. She was about to close the door and calm down for a while when she was stopped by a hand that suddenly stretched out from the side.

The man in the red and black kimono suddenly leaned his head over and said in a serious manner: "Hello, can you die for a while?"

Because only the room lights were turned on in the room, the entrance and corridor were all pitch-black, his face looked like a ghost in contrast to the external light, and after hearing such a terrifying conversation, the girl wanted to close the door with all her strength. .

. . . and yet there was no movement.

How can a tall man have little strength? The man in the red and black kimono looks like he is drinking Camus' hard-core style at first glance.However, the other party didn't have the idea of ​​forcing the door to enter, but just stopped her from closing the door. After a stalemate for a while, she finally gave up, ignored the two brats who had already started arguing, and opened the door.

"...Sorry, I don't want to die just yet. Is there anything else?"

A man like a ghost.She defines.

"No, that's it for now. I think the 'do you want to die?' question is still quite popular."

"It's pretty popular in a certain age group, but I've been through that age group for many years."

Seeing the man rubbing his chin in confusion, she couldn't help sighing. Although she didn't know what was going on with him, she didn't look like a bad guy in a kimono.

The room was clean and tidy, which is a polite way of saying it.If Ghost Lantern were to comment on this living room, they would basically say that. However, this living room is indeed "clean" and "tidy", but it is all due to the visual effect caused by being too empty.

The living room had the usual furniture, but no decorations.There were no flowers in the vase, no books on the bookshelf, no snacks on the snack plate, and when Shi Lantern put two bowls of strangely colored soup on the table, he suspected that the TV over there might not be watchable either.

Obviously everything is there but something is missing.

"Because no one would come here usually, so it's okay to just boil water... By the way, this stinks, can it be thrown away?"

Holding a plate of shabby boiled water on the table, she pinched her nose and waved her hand, and after getting the disapproving gaze from Ghost Lantern, she gave up and took a drink from the cup.

"So what's the matter? Are you a family who went to a maid cafe not long ago...was abandoned by your wife?"

At that time, the family was judged by the other maids because of their strange behavior. She had a little impression of them. Although she was a little scared at first and didn't recognize them, she could still remember them after thinking about them carefully.Looking at this configuration, it is estimated that it is almost the same.

"No, Miss Lilith is just a guest. These two and I are personnel from hell, and this time we are here to bring Miss Peony Jasmine Sayuri into hell."

"..."

Her hand that was holding the water glass trembled and almost fell off. Regardless of the word "hell personnel", which has a secondary nature, just the latter name...

"Maybe you are looking for the wrong person. I am not Peony Jasmine Sayuri. By the way, I called myself Peony No. 13, so it is not so shameful to make up my name. Isn't it just a fake name? My... how about little brother?" gone?"

She looked at the primary school student who was squatting in the corner with his face covered in surprise, and she asked with concern.

"It's just shame because of some black history, please don't worry about him. I'm sure I didn't find the wrong person. You can clearly see your negative luck in the records of hell... Your life is not going well, you should right?"

"Those who feel that everything is going well in their lives are called fools. People are always dissatisfied with everything about themselves and want to climb up."

Shaking the water glass, she followed Ghost Lantern's suggestion and ignored the stone lantern who was casting aside herself. With her head propped up on one hand, she looked up feebly at Ghost Lantern who was sitting upright.

"Then, Ms. Peony Jasmine Sayuri, do you also feel unlucky?"

The kindergarten kid who always wanted to touch the bowl of soup that could be drunk by comparison but was always photographed by the ghost lamp asked, but the content of the question was not what a kid should think.She glanced at him unexpectedly, thought for a while and replied very seriously:

"Please don't call me Peony Jasmine Sayuri."