Why aren't people raising me

Natsume Masaharu pronounced the name, but the other party didn't respond at all, obviously he didn't hear his voice.

Ordinary people who cannot see yokai.

Natsume Masaharu poked the white flower, then stood aside to watch what he was packing.

"A lot of books..."

Some professional books are kept very well, even if there are traces of flipping through, they will not feel tattered. On the cover is the name of Natsume Masaharu who feels a headache when he sees it.

"Economics, finance, market trade, what do you do? Research how to make money? What is the use of money..." Masaharu Natsume basically has no need for material things. Even if he understands that human beings need these things, he still cannot have the desire for money ,

Akashi Seijuro was packing those books into a box, placing them very carefully and neatly.

"Obviously you can find a servant, why does he come in person?" Subconsciously, Natsume Masaharu thinks that the other party should be a pampered person, and this kind of person usually doesn't tire himself out. Many chaebols he saw as monsters are So, "However... relics are very important, and of course close people should restrain them."

Was it his relatives who died?

Natsume Masaharu carefully avoided the sundries on the ground, Yi Nan didn't like the scene of parting, so he just stood outside the window and didn't come in.

"Yi Nan, guess what I saw?"

"what?"

"The owner of the room is named Masaharu Akashi."

Natsume Masaharu looked back, his expression was a bit dark and difficult to discern, "I saw his name on the professional course book, it's the same as mine."

"That's why you can hear this person calling by your name...it's just because of the same name."

"Do not."

Masaharu Natsume affirmed,

"He was calling me."

Even without recalling all the memories, Masaharu Natsume is not in a state of pure blankness, his soul remembers those emotions.

Just like now, he really wanted to comfort Akashi Seijuro who looked extraordinarily lonely.

The red-haired boy didn't have any expression on his face. When he packed his things, he hardly made any movement, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. His eyes were also faint, but they were approaching a dead calm. He put the comic book under the pillow alone. Put it aside, then went to open the refrigerator.

Natsume Masaharu pursed his lips and watched this scene.

Yi Nan asked dumbly, "I'm calling you... what do you mean?"

Natsume Masaharu pulled out a smile, "This person is destined for me."

This is the information of the previous life that Natsume Masaharu has been looking for, and he finally found it at this moment.

The invisible monster stayed with Akashi Seijuro until two o'clock in the morning, watched him go to sleep before moving around alone, Natsume Masaharu dismissed Yinan, and walked around a few times in his own room in the previous life, where the sheets were still covered Lie down on the bed.

"Darryl." His voice was serious. "Explain."

Darryl knew what he was most concerned about at this time, so he didn't make much fuss. He opened his mouth and said, "After you died in the second life, I took your soul to travel to eight years ago."

Masaharu Natsume twitched the corner of his mouth, "The god of death who is in charge of time and space?"

"That's right." Daryl was floating in the air, looking very majestic at this time, "Reincarnation, this taboo relationship will prevent you from seeing each other forever, even if you are in the same time and space, you will not be aware of each other The presence."

"But now that Masaharu Akashi is dead, of course you can participate in his life."

Natsume Masaharu felt horrified, he sat up abruptly, "Then now, this world, shouldn't it already exist..."

He didn't say what he said later, because Darryl put his index finger to his mouth and made a mysterious silent gesture.

Masaharu Natsume got a kind of acquiescence.

His heart beat violently for some reason, and his emotions were so complicated that he couldn't tell them apart for a moment.

——He will be reincarnated after death in this life, where will he be reincarnated?

This kind of thinking only existed for a short while, because Natsume Masaharu clearly knew that he had to focus on what was in front of him, and the rest of the information was hindering him, useless anxiety.

Natsume Masaharu restored the bed to its original appearance. He lay on it lightly, without leaving any traces. When he turned his head, he suddenly wanted to move towards the laptop on the table.

Seeing Masaharu Natsume's eyes hesitate, Darryl asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Did I have the habit of writing a diary in my previous life?"

"I have a schedule."

Natsume Masaharu glanced at her, "Why don't you stop me from looking for my past life now?"

"I never stopped you from looking, I just didn't tell you." Darryl was a little interested in Yazhi's reaction when he learned about his previous life experience, so he continued to advocate, "Look, it's your computer."

Masaharu Natsume carefully opened the computer screen, deliberately not leaving traces of someone moving it, and then he froze.

Darryl: "What?"

Natsume Masaharu: "I don't remember the password."

The scene froze.

Darryl seemed to be stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

Natsume Masaharu stared at the unlocking screen on the screen, thinking hard for a minute or two, "No, I still can't remember."

"You don't remember Akashi Seijuro, you don't remember the password that follows you all your life?"

"Is this password in your life as strong as you said?"

"People generally use no more than three passwords."

Natsume Masaharu shrugged, "It's probably a birthday, an anniversary, or a name letter."

He tried five times without success, and the computer was locked directly instead.

Natsume Masaharu was incredible, "They are all the same person, why can't I create the same password?"

Darryl turned his head away in disgust, "You are ashamed to say that you are the same person as him."

"..."

This sentence is too much.

Natsume Masaharu was at a loss and confused for a while, "I, am I...so bad compared to him?"

But he only doubted himself for three seconds before he became firm, "Fart Darryl! No matter what life I am in, I will do my best, and I will be the best in any life."

"You don't want to hit me."

His scolding directly stunned Darryl.

***

Natsume Masaharu later went to the Internet cafe and typed the name Akashi Masaharu into the input box.

What I get is no longer irrelevant push notifications, but real introductions about people, how old he was, which university he went to, which hospital he went to for an internship, as well as the newly edited, accidental death information, all listed in In front of Masaharu Natsume.

Natsume Masaharu understood, "No wonder I couldn't find anything when I searched before. It turned out that I was not worthy of being recorded. The Internet was not very developed in the past few years, not to mention Masaharu Akashi hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. move."

Darryl was noncommittal.

But knowing who he was in his previous life didn't seem to be too important.

Natsume Masaharu still didn't think of anything. He had feelings for Akashi Seijuro Sora, but he didn't have any memories of getting along with him. This feeling is very strange.

"And I can only see but not touch, I'm so sad..."

Natsume Masaharu sat on Akashi Masaharu's coffin and sighed to the people who came and went.

This is Akashi Masaharu's memorial service.

There is no corpse in the coffin, it is just the object of people's feelings. Even if Natsume Masaharu dances on the coffin lid, no one will find out.He looked at the people who came to pay homage to him, some of them were very familiar, but some had no impression at all.

"My teacher and classmates... Strange, why do old men still come to see me, my partner?" Natsume Masaharu counted the heads and found that he was quite popular in his previous life, "Although the memorial service is very important For activities, elementary school students may receive invitations, but this... isn't it a bit too much."

Throughout the day, visitors came one after another, and Akashi Seijuro and Akashi Seishi hardly had a break.

"Ah, this person came here to look familiar in front of my uncle." Natsume Masaharu could hear the sincere prayers, and then he could tell what kind of thoughts these people had come, "Uncle is so shrewd, you can tell .”

All kinds of blessings fell into Natsume Masaharu's ears.

They want Akashi Masaharu to walk more safely, want him to live a carefree life in heaven, and want him to be healthy and smooth in the next life.

"The gods heard your blessings, but they didn't hear them either."

Natsume Masaharu whispered.

"Seijuro seems to have cried, I always feel that his eyes are red."

The guests finally dispersed a little, and Natsume Masaharu was free, ran up to Akashi Seijuro, and blew lightly on his forehead.

There was a wind blowing in the room out of thin air, and the hair on his forehead was gently brushed, Akashi Seijuro was visibly startled.

He looked around the room blankly, but found nothing.

"It's almost time, Yi Nan, we have to save people first."

After receiving the order, Yi Nan laughed hoarsely, "It feels like we are busy supermen."

Natsume Masaharu also smiled at him, "Superman's rest time is over, after saving people, let's find a coffee self-service machine to reward ourselves."

The two monsters cleverly avoided the guests and flew out of the house. Natsume Masaharu was busy judging the route, but he didn't realize that the new guest was a boy with brilliant blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru paused, looked up,

...It seems that something flew over?

It's not a curse, it's clean, but the flow of the curse power is blocked by that thing.

Gojo Satoru paused for three seconds, he turned and walked to the back room, and saw Akashi Seijuro with a slightly eager expression head on.

The opponent seldom shows uneasiness, and often presents himself as an elite with ease.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Did you see anything?" Akashi Seijuro said to him, "I think Masaharu is back."