[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

The appearance of the Ubuyashiki family has always had some characteristics that cannot be erased since ancient times. Even if the appearance is different, Kiyosuke Ubayashiki still has such traces. When he is not sick, there is always a special kind of tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

He sat on the chair, feeling a little embarrassed. The girl who had pinned him to the ground like a voyeur just now sat obediently in front of him, raised her eyes and looked at him secretly, with obvious doubts in her eyes.

Kiyosuke Ubuyashiki was sweating, in order to avoid being regarded as a pervert, he still opened his mouth and apologized sincerely: "Then what, I don't mean anything...it's just..."

"... I want to secretly find two hairs for experiments, but your samples can't be obtained in the hospital.".

"Sorry! I was wrong."

The girl coughed lightly, but she didn't expect him to mention this matter: "It's okay, next time you... just ask me if you need it."

"I'm really sorry," the young man straightened up, scratching his head, "Level E, Hong Dongjiao." He called the girl's name again, "I'm not mistaken."

"...what should I call you?"

"Just call me by my name." To be honest, Kiyosuke Ubayashiki panicked in the face of an elder who was suspected of having worked hard for the Demon Slayer Squad hundreds of years ago, but he still tried his best to keep himself from getting sick and not let the girl notice To, "To be honest, after discovering your existence, I didn't expect such a thing to happen in the world."

"Since entering the individual society, many past histories have been hidden or even lost. Even the existence of ghosts has gradually become unknown."

He pointed to himself: "It's like our birth house. We also lived in seclusion in the mountains at first. We urgently transferred a batch of materials and left this information. But because of this, our contact with some trainers has gradually decreased. In recent years Their whereabouts are no longer known.”

The advent of the heroic society and the end of the era of ghosts and gods, this is the cycle of society, there is nothing to be unwilling to do.

"So, do ghosts still exist in this society?"

The young man shook his head: "The existence of the ghosts and the ghost slaying team disappeared as early as the end of the Taisho."

What does this mean...they won?

She clutched that part of her chest, and there was an indescribable joy flowing there. It was her empathy as a member of the Ghost Killing Squad. This mood was beautiful but slightly sad.

It turns out...it's really over.

Everyone's bloody efforts were not in vain.

"So I really don't know what to do." Qing Jie sighed, "There are no ghosts now, but you still have ghost blood in your body, which is equivalent to a time bomb. As for how to solve it, Our family records do not give a clear way."

"Maybe this is fate."

Thinking about it carefully, since she came to this world, there has been a big net covering her. She walks in it and struggles to break free, but she never thinks that every step she takes seems to become a part of the net, and gradually perfects the weaving of it. .

The worlds that were thought to be unconnected are gradually connected together, so is it not an accident that she came to this parallel time and space, but a human arrangement?

Ubuyashiki Kiyosuke was talking, but he had been secretly observing this girl. Her face had a pattern unique to a swordsman who used breath. This pattern was once lost, but it reappeared at the final moment of the decisive battle, and finally won the battle. The victory of the battle.

The name of every member of the Ghost Killing Squad is stored in the warehouse, but the description of that period of history is only mentioned in a few words. Maybe it was lost in the transfer that year, or maybe there is no record at all. Everything is unknown.

He listened to those legends when he was young, but always questioned, if it was true, why not let the world know, there is such a history, so many people fought bloody battles to protect this world in the past.

His father was a thin man with a mild temper and the temperament of a typical obstetrician. Facing his atmosphere at that time, the man just patted his head and said with a smile:

"Not everything needs to be remembered. It is already a very lucky thing to be able to complete my mission."

When he grew up, he understood a little bit.

"In short, I will try my best to help you find out." He made his promise, "Just wait patiently."

Since knowing the news, Hong Dongjiao has also started to inquire a lot about the ghost killing team. Indeed, as Kiyosuke Ubayashiki said, all the news has been submerged in the long river of history. The ghosts that have plagued the world from the Heian to the Taisho era seem to be Never existed, leaving no trace.

This is God's will?Or artificial?

Her symptoms of madness have gradually been figured out. It happens once every three days, mostly at twelve o'clock in the evening. If no sedatives are given, it will last for about four hours and will disappear before sunrise. During the process, although I couldn't control my behavior, I still retained a certain amount of rationality. If I took a sedative, I would sleep until dawn.

It's even more punctual than the menstrual period.

The off-campus internship cannot be carried out for the time being. Xiongying proposed whether to let her return to school to study. The police station and the hospital had a heated discussion. Take people back.

Only when necessary, if the hospital summons, she must come to the hospital at any time to cooperate with the inspection and laboratory tests.

Many students in the class have already found internships. Compared with before, the number of people attending the class is pitifully small. The girl continued to attend class as if nothing had happened, taking notes more carefully than before, and taking a short break after class. Reviewing and previewing.

The results of the previous make-up exam came out, and the girl had just reached the passing line. Except for a slightly better Chinese language, the rest were teetering on the verge of passing.

Put this result in a row with everyone in the previous semester, ranking 21th out of [-].

Shame, a shame like never before!

The girl ignited a competitive spirit that hadn't appeared in a long time. Hong Jiaodong could at least maintain the top five in the class, and she directly became the bottom five, which is really unreasonable.

Even though she is not similar to Hong Jiao Dong in many ways, she doesn't want to be too different in this place.

Counting the time of an attack every three days, she would wash up early and hide in the room, please girls to tie her wrists to the head of the bed, and then close the door, leaving her alone in the room to wait for this painful time the passage of time.

"It's better to take a sedative, it's easier." 800 million said distressedly, just in case, they also prepared some sedatives and drugs in their hands, and even if they run out, they can go to the hospital to get them .

"But if you get hit, you will feel very uncomfortable the next day." The medicine is effective, and the after-effects are quite obvious. Although it is not impossible to get up the next day, it is groggy when doing things, and you can't concentrate. attention.

In the long run, it will definitely have an impact on the nerve center.

The girl smiled at her, full of relief and pleading: "Please, tie me up tight."

800 million rubbed her head, made up his mind, and tied the knot on his hand tighter, securing the girl's wrist.

"Let's have cake together tomorrow." 800 million gave her a hug.

"Ah."

Finally, she was alone in the room again.

The attack time was about twelve o'clock, and the exact time was slightly different. She stared at the snow-white ceiling, stared straight at her eyes, retracted the corners of her mouth that had just turned up when she was facing her classmates, and let go of her thoughts.

It's really tough if you don't empty your mind.

Waiting is extremely scary. Although she doesn't say it on the surface, the anxiety in the girl's heart is increasing day by day, and it is all backlogged in her heart.

She doesn't break down, just occasionally... a little out of breath.

The madness every three days is more like a vent, the behavior is irrational, and the mind is clear, but it can use this behavior to indulge one's emotions.

Bloodshots gradually filled her eye sockets, the white teeth bit her lips fiercely, and traces of blood were printed on them. She stretched out frantically, but couldn't do so because her wrists were tied to the head of the bed, and there were bursts of crashing sounds. The board of the bed was creaked by her pedaling.

It was a slow process. At first, she just felt empty in her stomach and thirsty in her throat. Gradually, that desire became extremely strong, filling her whole body and mind, making her unconsciously look for food that could fill her up.

When I am a ghost hunter, I feel nothing, but when I become a part of ghosts, I feel their sorrow deeply.

This uncontrollable, unbearable sorrow.

She still remembers the behavior of that gentle and considerate boy when she was on a mission with Kamado Tanjiro. Whenever he killed a ghost, he would always stand at the place where the other party disappeared and pray for him. The girl didn't understand it very well at first. The significance of this, Kamado Tanjiro just smiled and said:

"Ghosts are pathetic creatures too."

Compassionate God, this didn't take up a large proportion of her initial thoughts, she didn't have too much thought to do this kind of formal thing, whether it was a hero or a ghost hunter, all she could do was It is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible and save the innocent people.

But at that moment, she suddenly understood.

Ghosts are sad.

Most of them make a wrong decision, and then pay the price of their lives for this decision.

After two hours of suffering like this, the pain that she couldn't ask for spread all over her body, she began to slow down the speed of struggling, and lay powerlessly on the bed, her pupils were dilated, and she was wandering in thought.

Even though the body was still in pain, the brain began to automatically block it, and even fell asleep.

The more it hurts, the more likely I don't care about anything.

The drowsiness was transmitted to the brain, and the blood in her eyes receded little by little, and her eyelids were fighting up and down, and she couldn't hold on.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep directly.

This was the fastest time she fell asleep.

When you are tired, you seldom dream, and your brain will fall into a deep sleep to rest itself.

Girls have always been like this, even if it is a dream, it will be forgotten immediately after waking up, and it will not bring too much burden to the body.

But today, it was an accident.

She was walking in a bamboo forest, stepping on the bamboo leaves under her feet, making a rustling sound, which was very pleasant to the ear. Occasionally, there were a few birdsong in the air, which made people feel refreshed.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, the girl felt inexplicably familiar.

Obviously... I have never been to such a dense bamboo forest.

A nursery rhyme came from behind.

【わらべははしぞろえ, Yulian niyingった Tangyi, お化けつづらに鼓の音…】

A child with two pigtails was bouncing over, carrying a basket on his back. He looked like he was only four or five years old, and when he was lively and active, he smiled innocently and cutely.

He passed the girl, as if he didn't see her, and continued to go straight, the basket behind him was filled with black charcoal.

The girl followed behind him, walking in an unknown direction.

She knew it was a dream.

Realizing that having a dream does not mean that you will be able to wake up, even if you pull the flesh on your body hard, you will not wake up with the pain as in the rumors.

She followed the child, walked a certain distance, stepped out of the bamboo forest, and saw some familiar scenery.

She knew where this place was, but she couldn't recognize it for a while because the snow was blowing away.

The woman was drying clothes in the middle of the bamboo forest, and there was a baby in her arms, wrapped in a cloth, apparently in a deep sleep.

"Mother!"

The boy ran towards her.

"Slow down." The woman hurriedly knelt down to greet him, wiped the sweat off the boy's face distressedly, and still pretended to accuse him, "What should I do if I fall down while running so fast?"

"No! I can get up even if I fall down."

"If you fall, you will be injured, and if you are injured, it will hurt."

"Don't be afraid! I won't cry." The boy said proudly, and patted his chest, "Father said, Tanya is the bravest boy in the world!"

The baby who used to lie in her arms has also reached the age of running around.

To meet again in this way.

The author has something to say: I have something to do today, so I will post it in advance.

感谢在2019-11-2510:52:11~2019-11-2521:59:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Taozawa Chacha;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of ink ink; severe frost destroys vegetation, big and caring little baby, 1 bottle of Ran Ranran;

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