Death fan talker

On a spring night, two gods of death came at the corner of an alley in the first district of Nanliuhun Street.

The one in front raised his hand from time to time to stroke the stubble on his chin. He was wearing a flowered robe and hat, and a white feather under the flowered robe showed that he was Captain Death.Behind him was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with short dark gray hair and flaxen eyes, which marked that he belonged to the Kongsu family.The two walked into a tavern called "Xu Kun House" on the main street one after the other, passed the entrance, and walked straight to the innermost side.

In the compartment on the inside, there was already a silver-haired God of Death sitting there, obviously waiting for their arrival.As soon as Death in the flower robe sat firmly, he ordered several different drinks skillfully. After the maid with tied hair walked away, she glanced at the two Deaths who were kneeling and facing each other in front of her. After taking a sip of sake, she smacked and said: " It’s been a long time since we sat together and drank like this—speaking of which, you’ve become reserved now, Kongsu.”

The captain mentioned himself as soon as he opened his mouth. The young man who had been tense all the time tried to relax, shrugged and smiled: "Let the leader of the Beijing band laugh. After all, it is outside. Today is different from the past. As the owner of the empty house, Still need to pay more attention.”

The silver-haired god of death took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "This is not like your style, Tiao Cen."

"Ah, is it possible that the deputy captain of Kongsu is still thinking about what happened 69 years ago?" Huapao Death also took the opportunity to joke.

"It's the seventh seat of the thirteenth squad, and it's no longer the vice-captain of the tenth squad. The leader of the Beijing band, this kind of joke can't be taken." The young man named Kongsu Tiaocen quickly corrected the title in the words of the death god in the flower robe, He just avoided his question, "It's the leader of the Beijing band and the leader of Fuzhu who suddenly invited me here tonight. It must not be as simple as reminiscing about old times and chatting about family life?"

"There is something I want to tell you." After looking at Shishiro Ukitake, the silver-haired god of death, the god of death in flower robes, Jingle Harunui, looked at Jozen Sorajuku, and his expression gradually became serious. "Not long ago, Shishiro and I found An 'interesting' phenomenon. A group of six-year students who are about to graduate from the Shino Spiritual Art Academy, according to the records of the Shino Library, one of the students has been borrowing a lot of books every month for six years. Go and see."

"It's normal." Kongsu Tiaocen looked at him with some doubts, not understanding what he meant.

Ukitake Shishiro also said seriously: "But at the same time, if the confidential historical books of the Jingling Court that only the God of Death above the seat official can borrow disappear, but the librarian has no registration records of loss and borrowing, I don't think so. There is no impression at all, and this is not normal.”

"Borrowing a confidential book without being registered?" Sorajukujo Cen was quite surprised, "Could it be that the god of death used the ability of the Zanpakutō of the ghost path... No, the Maou Library prohibits carrying Zanpakutō Yes."

Jingle Shunsui brought a small glass of wine to his mouth, and his expression eased, "That's why it's so 'interesting'. We checked the recent borrowing records, and after investigation, we found that a Mao student was the most suspicious. The book she borrowed They are all out of order, some about astronomy and geography, and some about nonsense entertainment, but her class teacher and classmates have the impression that she is not someone who likes to read this type of books."

"The most important thing is," he took out a bound book from his pocket and placed it on the low table, "I found it in her courtyard a few days ago."

Kong Sutiaocen stared at him sideways: "Hey, hey... please wait a minute. The leader of the Beijing band sneaked into the courtyard to look for books?"

"I knew you would say that, you don't need to mind such a trivial matter." Jing Le Chunshui stroked Balaja's beard with a look of indifference.

"We haven't reported this matter, and we have to put the book back, because there are still some doubts. Moreover," Shishiro Ukitake took the words, and turned to the chief officer in his team with a serious expression, "that student applied for the thirteenth Team Fan. Tiao Cen, for tomorrow's year-end assessment, as the captain, I cannot directly assess students who have not applied for the rank of senior officer, so I hope that you, the senior officer, can find out her reality."

"It turns out that I said so much because of this." Kongsu Tiaocen smiled relaxedly, "Please don't worry, leave it on me, Captain Ukitake. By the way, what's the student's name?"

"Jiyang knows Wu."

"Her? Isn't she Zhen Nian's friend? Zhen Nian often mentions her." Hearing this name, Kong Su Tiao Cen was surprised again, "It turns out that she is about to graduate, because of Zhen Nian's relationship, I still remember to ask I heard from other people that she was just an ordinary student in class C, her grades were mediocre, Shunpo was barely good, she was weak in vain, she couldn't even pass the ghost way, and her spiritual pressure was pitifully low. She was only a first-year student at that time, and now Six years have passed, I can't imagine her progress so fast."

"I didn't believe it at first, but the facts are right in front of my eyes. Unless someone does it on purpose, it's not her who is holding the book." Shishiro Ukitake put his hand on his chin, thinking.

"In any case, try it." Jingle Chunshui laughed, "After all, Kongsu, you have the strength of the vice-captain, and besides, you have inherited the ability of "that person". "

"Chunshui." Ukitake Shishirou looked at him and reminded him with a warning.

"Even old people like us can't mention it anymore." Jingle Chunshui took a sip of his wine and shook his head slightly.

Kong Su Tiao Cen got up in an instant, and suddenly bowed deeply, with a serious face: "I am very grateful to the two of you who still remember "my lord". "

Jingle Chunshui waved his hand: "We are also responsible for what happened 69 years ago. If nothing happened at that time, and "that person" whom your family has been loyal to for generations is still there, the Kongsu clan would not have suffered today's decline. . "

"Chunshui, now is not the time to mention this." Shishiro Ukitake reminded again.Jingle Chunshui lowered his hat and smiled, poured a small glass of wine from the pot, and drank slowly.

"I understand. But Fourteenth Lang, we are family friends with Jiang Zhu's family, whether it is that person or Sifengyuan, now it's all—the old man has passed away, and it's hard to meet the old man."

Kong Su Tiao Cen sat back to his original position silently, and the atmosphere was silent for a long time.

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It is afternoon now, the streets are bustling with crowds, there are adults trading in temporary stalls, and there are also children scrambling for water bottles.Looking around, the buildings here are only the best built on the street of wooden houses and private houses that just got out of the "sorting coupon". On the other hand, the other buildings are either full of tile houses or tents, which looks like a slum.

The only consolation is that the buildings are neatly arranged and the streets are very clear. If there are not so many stalls and crowds, these streets must be clean and tidy.

Ji Yang Zhiwu looked around, chose a direction at random, and walked straight.Nobody paid any attention to her, a girl in a commoner kimono, and they were all too busy doing their own business—trading items, haggling, chasing thieves.

This is "Shen Nong" in District 73 of Nanliuhun Street.Like a small city, the center is lively and the edges are deserted.There is a wide river to the east, as if coming from the horizon, and the other side cannot be seen.There is a white sailboat parked on the shore, and the wind blows by, and the sand gulls circling on the garden pole make bursts of birdsong.

It was getting dark, and I had to find a place to rest. Although the river bank was wide, it was not suitable for spending the night.If you go back, you will return to the noisy central area, and from the river bank to the southwest, you will find a veritable concentration camp for the poor. The dilapidated wooden houses and tents are filled with the sound of beating, scolding and crying.

Speaking of which, this place is even worse than where she lived in this world.It is impossible to have a vacant house built with wooden boards. In desperation, I finally had to find a big tree nearby, climb up and lean on the thick branches as a temporary resting place.

But he couldn't sleep, looking far and wide, he could see the river surrounded by night, and a boat dock lit by candles was running aground on the river.

Arriving alone for the first time, thinking about the past, it is naturally hard to sleep all night.

The next day.

In order to better adapt to the life here, Jiyang Zhiwu, who got up early, decided to go to the north where there are many people.It took me a whole morning to slowly identify all the streets, and then I went around to a street with relatively few people. I was passing an alley when I suddenly heard the sound of running and an angry voice from the alley: "Smelly brat, what are you doing?" I'm coming!"

Hearing the sound, Ji Yang Zhiwu turned his body and turned his head to look. There happened to be a stone smashing towards him in the alley, narrowly passing by.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm really, really sorry! Um, please make room—"

"Don't get out of the way! He's a thief, catch him for me!"

The voices of the boy and the man moved from far to near, and at the end of the story, they had already reached the entrance of the alley. Ji Yang knew that Wu subconsciously walked away a few steps, just to give way to the entrance of the alley.

"Thank you!" The figure of a boy jumped out.Contrary to his behavior, holding a sealed pot in his arms, he ran wildly with his eyes closed, looking at the alleyway with guilt and fear.

When the man chased him out, the boy had already run away without looking back.Due to the backlight, the man didn't see the direction he ran out. Looking towards the exit, there were people coming and going on the street, and there was no trace of the boy.

The man stopped, threw away a few round stones in his hand, gasped for breath with his knees propped up, and said viciously to Ji Yang Zhiwu who was beside him: "Damn boy, didn't you tell you to help me catch him! He It's a girl who stole my water, hey..."

Ji Yang Zhiwu, whose dark green broken straight hair just reached his shoulders, looked at him, and suddenly had a look of enlightenment, coughed a few times before saying hoarsely: "Ah, you... are you a good person, is he a bad person? Because of stealing something."

"Good people and bad people are not defined in this way." The man stood up straight, rubbed his messy hair with his right hand, "Listen to your voice, you must have been very ill before."

"Yeah." Ji Yang Zhiwu responded noncommittally, raised his hand to gently caress his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "But it will be better soon."

"It would be the best if it can be done. Are you just here? Because stealing things here is commonplace. Of course, I don't want to catch thieves to become commonplace." The man seemed to have simply given up on his stolen things. Kettle, kindly explained.

"Oh... so, is water expensive?" Ji Yang Zhiwu with dark blue eyes asked in a low voice.

The man laughed a few times: "Every soul needs to drink water, so water is of course precious. In order to get pure water, I filtered the river water again and again."

Ji Yang Zhiwu nodded to express his understanding, and did not ask any more questions.The man looked at the sky, with a bad expression on his face: "Oh, it's not good, you will be accused if you go back late. ——By the way, since you just came, why don't you join our family?"

The girl was slightly surprised: "Home?"

"Yes, home. How should I put it, because people have many souls after death, and they are assigned to different areas, it is difficult to find relatives. So everyone will look for like-minded people who are not related by blood and start a new family. It’s already a custom in Rukonkai. Like my family, there is a wife and a son. If you join our family, you can be my son Yamahiko’s companion.”

The man supported his knees with his left hand, scratched his head with his right hand, leaned slightly, looked at her with a peaceful expression and said this.Jiyang Zhiwu noticed that his left and right hands seemed a little transparent, because she could see the covered knees and hair strangely.

"The soul will die too?"

Hearing such an incongruous question, the man was startled, and after thinking for a while, he answered: "Yes, I have seen two people die, but they seem to disappear... probably because they have no spiritual power. He probably disappeared because he didn't adapt to this place with plenty of spiritual energy..."

"That's it." After thinking for a moment, Ji Yang Zhiwu seemed to have thought of something, and seemed to have made up his mind, and politely refused: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I already have a family."

"Uh, that's fine." The man felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh, bad! I forgot that kid stole my water! Next time I see him, I'll give him a good spanking! By the way, you can come to the streets around here at any time, and I will sell water for things there. Don't talk about it, let's go first—”

"Well, goodbye. Thank you." It's a pity that the man had already run away, did not hear Ji Yang Zhiwu's reply and saw her bow slightly.

The ends of her hair hung smoothly on her shoulders, and all fell down because of her actions just now. "The hair is too long," Ji Yang Zhiwu's expression faded, he squinted to see his short hair hanging down, and stood up straight and said flatly, "It should be shorter."

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"It's this girl with blue hair again..."

On the side of the street in Yanagimoto Town, a woman with a ponytail and a sailor suit passed by the street several times, and finally made up her mind to stop.She supported her knees, looked sideways at the 15-year-old girl squatting in the corner of the wall, and asked in her impure Japanese: "I have seen you here for several days in a row. Where is your family?"

Although it was said to be bi-colored, it was actually a girl with dark green hair who looked up at her. Her dark blue pupils were clear and free of impurities. She opened her mouth to speak, but she coughed violently and was unable to make a sound.

"Could it be that you have a cough..." The woman looked at the blue-haired girl with some regret, and suddenly seemed to think of something, took out a booklet from her bag, and asked her, "Do you understand me?" Did you say anything?"

The girl nodded.The woman immediately took out the pen, opened the booklet at the same time, and wrote a few words on the blank paper at the back: Are you literate?

Looking at this list of words, the girl nodded without hesitation.

Seeing this, the woman clapped her hands happily, then flipped through the booklet, and handed a page full of notes to the girl: "I wrote down all the place names in Tokyo on it. Since you can read, you must know your What is the name of the place where your home is located, and see if there is a familiar place name on it."

The girl was very obedient, and after carefully identifying it for a long time, she finally shook her head.

"That's it..." The woman was rather disappointed, "It must be because I don't remember everything, or the child's home is not in Tokyo..."

Looking at the girl with blue hair, the woman summoned up her confidence again: "Then what's your name? I can't let you, a little girl, sleep on the streets all day."

Gazing at her blankly, the girl continued to shake her head.

"Don't you even know your name..." The woman pursed her lips, picked up a pen and wrote her name on the pamphlet to show her, "My name is Jiang Zhu, I just came to Tokyo University in Japan a few days ago, and I'm from the Republic of China. International student. Well... Now that I know you, I won't leave you alone, how about this, I'll give you a name."

Her thoughts turned quickly, her black eyes rolled, and she immediately wrote a few Chinese characters on the paper, and at the same time marked the hiragana on the side: "I thought about it a long time ago, my real name can be changed to "Jiyang" "Zhiwu", how about -- you call this name, Jiyang Zhiwu, how about it? "

After receiving the booklet, looking at the neat words written on it, the dark blue pupils gradually became brighter. The girl with dark green hair borrowed a pen from her, grasped the pen with some difficulty, and wrote in the posture of a brush ——

Thank you.