NABC Chapter 149 Misplaced Work
Chapter 149 Misplaced Work
--I am bored.
Tsurumaru, who was dressed in night white and purple, turned his head to look at Oboro and Hasebe, full of admiration for these two people who didn't speak or smile.
To be able to just sit and stare at each other like this... No, the woman named Oboro, who looked at each other for half an hour without changing her posture, at least still had affectionate eyes, Hasebe, do you know that your eyes are full of murderous intent?
The voices from next door were still very lively, Tsurumaru touched the pipa sent by Shikigami and fiddled a few times, making a series of thumping sounds without aesthetic feeling.
Even Hasebe frowned and gave him a warning look. The Tai Fu still looked at Da Dao obsessively as if he hadn't heard it, which was far from the legendary Le Dao master.
Before the banquet started, Qing Jiang had already told the morning story as a side dish for lunch. Since she may not be human, it is also an intriguing detail that she appeared after the snake disappeared.
As a result, Tsurumaru, who secretly poked and held the expectation of the catastrophe of the python, watched the romantic mime drama for half an hour in disappointment. kind of place.
"Could you please describe in detail the circumstances of your acquaintance?"
Da Dao, who was waiting in battle, finally received Tsurumaru's voice, feeling that it was too passive to wait for the other party like this, so he could only cough lightly and ask questions.
This is also a question discussed by the companions (forcibly) before, as long as Hasebe can be a little more pleasant, this woman should be able to answer every question.
——To find out the clues of the retrograde army accurately, this is also the practice of the intelligence class.
Smiling Qing Jiang asked him with a smile.
"Yes, I met you at Benmiao Temple in spring," the woman blushed with joy, "I went to the temple with the maid to pray that day, and I happened to see you under the tree, although you left soon I did, but I've always, always kept it in my mind, but I haven't seen you since."
This doesn't seem so difficult to communicate, but the maid?
Tsurumaru put a question mark on one side of his cheek. According to the inquired information, Oboro should be from Mutsu, and was bought back to Yoshiwara when he was young. Even 50 years ago, ordinary civilians would not have maids to accompany them, or Either a low-level samurai or a wealthy businessman.
"Can you remember when?" Hasebe leaned slightly.
"It's spring," the woman repeated suspiciously, "because the cherry blossoms hadn't fully bloomed at that time, and it was a scene from a dream."
"...How old are you in the dream, where do you live, who are your parents, do you remember?"
Hasebe patiently added, whether the women 50 years ago have been alive until now, or something else, is crucial to the subsequent actions.
"I... am so old..." Obscure replied hesitantly, her voice gradually lowered, "Dream...dream..."
"You can't remember?" Bai He asked keenly, he could no longer care about Qing Jiang's reminder that "it's better not to talk to her directly, it's safer to leave it to Hasebe".
His hazy eyes were blank, and he turned a deaf ear to the questioning from one side, but quickly ignored the unanswered questions before, and stared straight at Hasebe: "When will you promise me?"
When the topic changed suddenly, Hasebe was a little stunned and didn't reply, but Tsurumaru on the other side could see clearly. When the woman's eyes refocused just now, they turned into vertical pupils of snakes for a moment.
... Possession?
"I can't promise you," Hasebe glanced at Tsurumaru's gesture to signal him to "go on", "I still don't know your origin and the circumstances of the meeting, how can I make a promise?"
"You can't do this!" The woman immediately became excited, "I miss you so wholeheartedly, I gave up everything and lost everything because of this, and now you give me such an answer!"
"Lost everything?" Hasebe frowned and asked, "What happened after seeing me?"
"I look for you every day, draw your portrait, order clothes with the same pattern, and refuse countless marriages," the woman grasped the hem of her robe, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, "In the end, I couldn't go out, couldn't stay in the bed, and even the water I can't even swallow it...I...just want to see you again..."
Hasebe and Tsurumaru exchanged glances, both of them had a hint of doubt.
"No, that's not right," Oboro quickly denied his own words, "I want to promise, please give me a lifetime promise!"
She raised her head and looked at Da Dao eagerly and even a little greedily: "From the first time I saw you, I knew that you are the one who will give me the promise. I'm waiting for you."
"...A suspicious big snake appeared in our residence this morning," Hasebe remained unmoved, throwing out his own questions one by one. He has already noticed that there is some kind of strange force that influences this woman from time to time. His words and deeds, especially his obsession with the word "promise", made him pay more attention to his words, "It led me all the way to the house where you live, do you know what's going on?"
"...You mean snake?" The woman blinked quickly after hearing the word, and then opened her eyes with flicker, "Is there such a scary thing in my garden?"
Immediately, she tidied up her wrinkled skirt in a panic, with a slight annoyance on her face, as if she was dissatisfied with her gaffe just now, the previous excited expression had all disappeared, and she returned to her original appearance, but He stared at Hasebe intently.
While watching the farce in front of him, the appraiser smiled and listened to the sound of the jingling pipa next door—this is a bit inaccurate, after all, this description still has a certain sense of rhythm.
The other fusangshen at the banquet also couldn't help laughing, and the movement through the thin paper door was more attractive than the drama being staged.
It's just that the follow-up development was not so interesting. As the conversation deepened, Yaolang's sleeves creaked again. He ignored the strange eyes of the girl next to him and listened carefully.
"--how?"
When the conversation next door came to an end, the judge smiled and asked, "Do you think my odds of winning are better?"
"Not yet," Yaolang replied, "But I did have some omissions, so I will take my leave for now."
After he finished speaking, he saluted, turned around and went to get his own cage, as if he was about to leave immediately.
"I heard that Mr. Obfuscated got a purple kimono last year. Love it like a treasure," the judge said softly, regardless of whether the other party could hear it clearly. "It's really disappointing that I didn't wear it today."
"--Oh?"
The corners of Yao Lang's lips curled up slightly, then he ignored the whispers of the wandering girls around him, and left the meeting halfway.
Fujihime felt a little strange everywhere today.
First of all, he bumped into Hao, but fortunately, they sat together for a short time later, and that arrogant woman was invited to sit alone with the guests to have fun, which had never happened before.
And the sound of the pipa coming from next door... She couldn't imagine who played it.
Then the medicine seller hurriedly left in the middle of the banquet—he was just an ordinary medicine seller, wasn't he afraid of offending these warriors?
And finally this...
Although he knew that this was not possible, Fujihime still couldn't help peeking at the man who was lowering his head out of the corner of his eyes, with a little excitement and fear in his heart.
Sure enough, the other party noticed her gaze again, and smiled at her without hesitation.
"what……"
There was a slight commotion, a wandering girl leaned softly on her companion's shoulder, covered her face with her sleeve, and whispered something to her companion.
For some reason, the wandering girls in the direction of Mikazuki and Fujihime gathered together as if they wanted to support each other, and the distance was so close that hairpins could almost collide.
Fujihime raised his eyes and looked carefully at the guest of honor. The man with long black hair was holding a wine glass and was looking at this side with great interest, showing no signs of displeasure.
This is the strangest!
The person who spends money is their lord, or the young lord, but he actually talks to his sister... sister... in front of his lord.
smile to yourself.
Fujihime, who really didn't think it was flirting, calmly changed his expression.
Isn't he afraid of offending his master?And his master's attitude is very... like watching a joke.
...Maybe he was watching his own joke.
Smelling the scent of incense on her body, Fujihime calmed down again for a moment. At this moment, the sliding door was quietly pushed open a crack, and a little girl came in and said something to the two girls who were with Oboro .
The two girls slipped out of the room quietly and quickly.
gone?
Fujiki thought suspiciously, she noticed that the black-haired man also stood up soon after, and left the table.
"I always feel that the person you describe is not the same," Tsurumaru looked at Oboro's back, and asked Hasebe, "Is there anything else that has been overlooked?"
"You shouldn't have involved the Lord," Hasebe accused him, "I just need to refuse, the last sentence is completely redundant."
"Did you say that 'major matters of marriage must be decided by the Lord'?" Tsurumaru said with a smile, "Qingjiang already said this in the morning, otherwise how could she leave with satisfaction?"
"I don't think it's necessary."
Hasebe replied coldly: "I don't know what she will do. Such words are causing trouble for the Lord. What if she goes to pester the Lord?"
"You have also noticed that most of the short knives hidden in her sleeves." Bai He compared the length, "If you are here shouting suicide, you are causing trouble for Jingmo. There are so many people next door. If she pesters you in private It’s better to solve it.”
Hasebe weighed it up, and found that what the other party said was very reasonable, his stern face relaxed a little, and he decided to stay in a place where he could see the Lord all the time from now on.
The woman was too fanatical when it came to promises and had to be careful.
"Any gains?"
The judge came in through the door at the other end and asked with a smile.
Hasebe shook his head dejectedly.
"Don't worry," the interrogator patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "She's not fully human, so you should pay attention."
"Is it possessed?" Tsurumaru stretched out his hand and compared in front of his eyes, "I saw her eyes can become snake pupils."
"It's possessed, but it's not that simple." The judge nodded, "For this reason, I made a bet with the drug seller to see what her real body is."
"Ah, I thought it was such a bet."
Candlestick Kiri and Smiley came in one after the other, Candlestick Kiri asked with a smile: "Mr. Crane, Mr. Hasebe, have you got any information about the Time Tracing Army?"
"It's like you've heard so much," Tsurumaru shook his head, "She couldn't explain the content of the dream, and she didn't talk about other things. She just asked Hasebe for a promise... No, there is still a little bit."
"She died of illness," Hasebe said calmly, "Although I don't think I'm at fault, but according to her description, it was because of me that I got sick."
"Lovesickness?" Owaki Tsubasa smiled lightly and refused to comment.
Candlestick watched Hasebe's indifferent expression, and sighed in his heart.
Wishful thinking is not a very popular thing, human beings are like this, Fusangshen... is the same.
"Did you just leave the beauty behind and come out?" Sensing that the atmosphere had become heavy, Tsurumaru asked lively, "Can Mikazuki handle it?"
"San Riyue needs to be given some room to perform," the judge said playfully, "It doesn't matter to him to flirt with someone in front of my eyes, the other party will be very embarrassed."
So he avoided it thoughtfully, otherwise the husband would probably refuse the next invitation.
"Why do you think I'm more vulnerable than Sanriyue?"
Seeing the half-smile expression of the judge, the Fu Sangshen who persuaded (actually didn't take much effort) San Riyue to attract the Taifu's attention immediately turned their eyes away, pretending that they didn't know about it.
"Hasebe, tell me."
Jing Mo began to roll the roll.
"Uh... Lord," Hasebe said hesitantly, "Sankaiyue is usually lazy, so let him have a chance to play a role, there are more important things for you to do."
"What's the matter?"
"..." Da Dao had a serious face, but his eyes wandered and he said a word in a low voice.
The judge froze for a moment, then smiled and patted his head: "Okay, okay, I'll do it for you."
It seems that the snow rabbit is really cute, and no one can escape its charm.
"...this crazy woman."
Touching the pink scar on his shoulder, the man cursed softly.
After more than a month, he returned to this timeline. In any case, the history of natural changes without intervention is of great significance. If possible, this will be their next stronghold.
Like those current politics proclaiming "abandoned world".
However, not long after he came, he discovered something bad.
The opened time channel could not be stabilized, and the retrograde soldiers all turned into fragments of more than 20 yuan without exception when they stepped out of the channel.
He could still get in touch with the headquarters, but the signal was getting worse day by day. With this bit of intelligence analysis support, he got the next action plan.
It is necessary to get close to the original history before this timeline completely gets out of control, otherwise he may not be able to leave here. From the current point of view, the sticking point lies in the woman who stabbed herself with a hairpin.
Never expected that he would have to assist current affairs one day.
The historical revisionist sighed inwardly.
This entanglement was second only to when he saw who the interrogator sent by the political affairs was.
The feeling of being pierced by a knife in his chest is still fresh in his memory, but it is not all bad news. Apart from the high-strength interrogator, he also saw two Fu Sangshen walking with him.
Maybe even a good show.
The author has something to say: the identity remains the same, but the job content is reversed
The Fusangshen are enthusiastically planning how to let this timeline run wild and never return, but the historical revisionists secretly want to help make history return to the way it was before so that he can go home...
This is an impermanent life...
By the way, do you still remember this person who was stabbed by a hairpin?
感谢在2021-01-2923:34:54~2021-01-3119:20:31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 the mines: 1 Kasib of Gluttony;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: liu 66 bottles; Mu Qingxuan 40 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!