No Misfortune Self-Help Guide

There are strange smells everywhere, and the lingering, dizzying smell of wisteria flowers.

Wu Mi lay on a hospital bed that was much softer than before, feeling the people walking back and forth around him, and kept his eyes open without saying a word.

In fact, it doesn't make much difference for him to open his eyes or close his eyes. There are fewer insects here than where he used to stay.

But what if you close your eyes and you happen to not see Onimai Tsuji?

"You can't see or hear, and it's hard to even communicate."

The nurse of Butterfly House, Kanzaki Aoi, helped Wucan untie the bandage on his leg with quick hands and feet, and then re-bandaged it after applying good medicine.

"But it's much more stable than those impatient guys."

Kanzaki Aoi flicked her double ponytails with a bow tie, put away the medical waste, and pulled Wumi's arm with a little curiosity, "If you can't hear or see, can you talk? Or will not say?"

Expected no response.

"In this case, you need to be fed to eat...Master Butterfly!"

"Thank you, how is his recovery?"

Butterfly walked into the ward with a smile and said hello to Aoi Kanzaki.

"The recovery is slower than that of the members of the Ghost Killing Squad. I don't know how to communicate with him."

"Well, you go take care of other people first, let me try."

"Yes!"

Die Die reluctantly sat on the side of the hospital bed, and smelled the dizzy smell of wisteria again.

In the past, many wisterias were planted outside his courtyard, but at that time, Wu Mi didn't feel dizzy when he smelled the wisteria.

But Wu Mi, whose self-care ability is much worse than that of ordinary people, obviously can't figure it out on his own, and it can only be attributed to his inadaptability to the unfamiliar environment.

"First, confirm your vocal cord problem."

Butterfly stretched out his hand reluctantly and pinched the numb tendon on Wu Mi's wrist, and heard a normal grunt of pain.

"This way there is still a chance to communicate."

……

After trying several methods, Die Die Ren finally determined that she could communicate with the young man in front of her by writing on her hands, but it seemed that Wu Mi was very vigilant because of the tendon-stretching behavior just now, and did not reply to her words at all.

As for how much Wu Mi understands, she can only judge by observing the poor face with little expression, one-way output.

"I'm Shinobu, what's your name?"

"This is the base of the Demon Slayer Squad, how did you get injured?"

"Can you name your relatives?"

"Do you know Ubuyashiki?"

Production house.

Wu Mi's spread fingers subconsciously retracted.

This is not a familiar place, and he doesn't know Shinobu, but he knows that his surname is Ubuyashiki.

Butterfly Ren breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of communication is really time-consuming and energy-consuming. A little reaction is a good clue.

"Once your injury heals, I'll take you to see my lord, Miyashiki."

Wu Mi's misty purple eyes stared at the ceiling, neither agreeing nor disapproving.

It's meaningless to see the people of the Ubuyashiki family. The only thing I look forward to is probably whether Onimai Tsuji will be there?

The first time they met was at Miyashiki's house, or rather, because he had been staying at Miyashiki's house and couldn't go anywhere, Onimai Tsuji met him there.

"Ara, what an autistic kid."

Die Die reluctantly put Wu Mi's hand back into the quilt, seeing his fugue state, couldn't help but think of Tokito Wuichiro.

"You continue to rest here."

Butterfly stood up reluctantly, looked at the face that could be said to be in the same line as the lord's family, turned and left the room.

Because Wu Mi's identity is not clear and his condition is very special, the ward arranged by Die Die Ren is a separate room.

The late autumn wind raised and lowered the white curtains in the room, diluting the smell of wisteria in the air.

But it's just to dilute it, because there are also patches of wisteria trees planted outside the courtyard.

Feeling that there was no one around again, Wu Mi put his hands on his chest, holding the small whistle that was stained with body temperature.

Made of Onimai Tsuji's phalanx, it could only blow the whistle that the two of them could hear.

The whistling whistle finally sounded in the ears that had been silent for a long time, and it was no longer so monotonous.

As long as Onimai Tsuji heard it, he would definitely come to him.

Wu Mi blew a few times without getting a response, and carefully hid the whistle in his clothes.

He couldn't tell whether it was day or night. Oni Wu Tsuji was afraid of the sun, and it would be bad if the sun hit the whistle.

……

The days of recuperating in the Butterfly House are very monotonous, and there is no difference from the days at the Maternal House Shiki's house, except that there are some slight changes in the things used.

Except for the nurse who took care of Wu Mi, basically no one came to communicate with him specifically, and Wu Mi lay obediently on the hospital bed, and he couldn't count the time.

But I don't know when, Wu Mi found that his vision had changed.

It is no longer a blackness that cannot see the edge. When turning the head in different directions, some whiteness is faintly seen in the eyes.

It is not white that changes like a worm, but a white that is fixed in the field of vision and disappears as the palm moves to cover it.

Wu Mi blinked vigorously, and as the eyelids covered the eyes, the whiteness turned into dark red.

He slowly groped down from the bed, followed what he "seeed" in his eyes, the different white, tentatively walked to the window.

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

Standing in the yard, wearing a black team uniform and holding a knife to do rehabilitation exercises, the ghost killer waved at Wu Mi.

Wu Mi didn't know that someone was saying hello, and his eyes rolled slightly, looking directly at the brightest light source.

"Then staring at the sun will hurt your eyes!"

The members of the Ghost Killing Squad were a little annoyed at Wu Mi's ignorance, but then they realized that he didn't look normal.

"what happened?"

Aoi Kanzaki put down the wooden basin in her hand, and ran aggressively to Wumi's ward with her apron in hand.

"You stare at the sun, is there any change in your eyes?"

Wu Mi clenched his hands, but still didn't speak.

"You're still very vigilant."

Aoi Kanzaki stopped Wu Mi and Taiyang from staring at each other continuously, and dragged him back to the hospital bed step by step.

She lightly scratched Wu Mi's eyelids with her hands, observing the state of his pupils.

"Hey, can you feel the light? I'll inform Lord Butterfly."

In the state where the wisteria fragrance was changing, and his head was light and heavy, Wu Mi felt that the white in his eyes became more and more abundant. He moved his hand to his eyes, and he could already vaguely see the outline.

But beyond a few steps, Wu Mi can't tell the appearance of the person at all. Fortunately, his sense of smell is also very sensitive, so he can tell who it is.

During this period of time, the person who took care of him the most was the person with a clean acacia smell and twin ponytails.

The environment here is much better than that of the Sanyashiki family, probably in terms of people's attitudes, whether it is a person who smells of acacia, or Shinobu whose smell of wisteria makes him dizzy, they are actually very good to him.

In addition to feeling dizzy recently, Wu Mi's other symptoms seem to have eased during this period of time. Maybe the previous treatment has played a role?

And although I don't know why the eyes gradually became able to see things here, but after so long, Onimai Tsuji didn't come to him, does it mean that he should take the initiative to find him now?

Aoi Kanzaki didn't know what Wu Mi was thinking, she waved the dinner plate in front of Wu Mi's eyes, and then put it on the bedside cabinet.

"It's dinner time."

Although I don't know what the person with the acacia smell is talking about, I can smell the food without misfortune.

"……thanks."

"Ah, you're finally talking! You're welcome, these are trivial things."

Aoi Kanzaki showed a satisfied smile on her face, but then she realized that Wu Mi still couldn't hear her voice, so she wrote again in Wu Mi's palm seriously.

Although helping ordinary patients is also very fulfilling, it is obviously exciting not to be thanked by a blind and deaf patient.

Wu Can watched the black and white outline of a person who was so blurred that he could not see clearly, left in a hurry after writing, and held the bone whistle hanging around his neck again.

The injury on the leg is basically painless, blow the bone whistle again, if Oni Mai Tsuji doesn't come to him today, he will leave here and take the initiative to find Oni Wu Tsuji.

A whistle that cannot be heard by the human ear is whistling, the wisteria tree outside the window is rustled by the wind of autumn night, a round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the faint smell of wisteria in the air is blown away at some point up.

There is one more person in the ward.

What replaced the smell of wisteria was the smell of blood and rust, from which Wu Mi could faintly feel a certain chill.

Purple?black?

Wu Can't see his appearance clearly, but he knows that he is definitely not Kimai Tsuji.

The fuzzy purple-black figure stood up from the posture of kneeling on one knee, looking straight at Wu Can.

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感谢在2022-03-1112:03:26~2022-03-1210:16:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of small granary hamster; 4 bottles of kostanj; 1 bottle of Ichliebeihn.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!