Willow Springs

Almost reflexively, she immediately thought of Yakuken Fujishiro.

Why did Hitomi Gojo lose her memories of the past like the Yakuken Fujishiro who had worked so hard to get back to Honmaru?

What kind of memory is it that makes the government of the time so vigilant and vigilant, like a fish in the throat, must be removed in order to be satisfied?

She said slowly, inducingly, "Although you may not remember, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a famous sword. ”

The slender figure sitting on the windowsill tilted its head slightly as if it were a little confused.

"Yes, why did you bring me a knife?"

Willow Springs, leaning sideways along the wall, leaning against the wall, and then over the raised door frame, rubbed into the door.

She no longer approached the window, fearing that getting too close to the amnesiac former Inquisitor would provoke her nervousness and defensiveness, and she stood by the door, her back still against the wall by it, and replied, "Because I heard he was your favorite knife." ”

Hitomi Gojo sighed, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then said as if he was a little proud, "Ah, because of this, do you want to bring him to me as a greeting gift?"

Willow Spring: "Yes. ”

Hearing her admit her guess, Hitomi Gojo seemed a little happier. Soon, however, she became embarrassed, and even her voice became quieter.

"Yes, yes, thank you," she stammered, her tone suddenly filled with emptiness and apology.

"Thank you for bringing me a gift but, I don't remember I liked it, you just said Tsurumaru Kuninaga"

In the dark night, the window behind her did not close the curtains, and the bright moonlight sprinkled through the window, reflecting her small curved face.

"By the way, I—I don't know who you are," she asked, as if she was afraid that Liu Quan would be angry that the gift she brought was rejected, and looked at her cautiously.

Liu Quan sighed silently in his heart.

Fortunately, Tsurumaru came to the wrong inference, and he was still on the sixteenth floor at the moment, not here, but sooner or later he would have found this mistake and found it.

Moreover, a sense of foreboding gradually began to arise in her heart.

If the sixth floor of this building is already equipped with modern technology such as surveillance cameras, then the sixteenth floor will still be the same classical style arrangement, if it is the same as this floor, then Tsurumaru appeared there, why did he not touch the alarm device?

But even if he narrowly escaped the alarm system, his white clothes were extremely conspicuous in the dark, and sooner or later he would be caught by surveillance cameras, and there was not a single security guard on duty at night in this building

Can't waste any more time here. You have to find out what the hell is going on with the amnesia of the five Hitomi eyes right away, or at least get a clue from her as a breakthrough and continue to investigate.

She felt like she was in the middle of a time-limited puzzle game, and although her tone was calm, a thin layer of sweat slowly oozed from her back against the wall.

Her cooperation must be obtained immediately. It's not the time to slowly brush up on friendship

"I'm Kiyohara Yukiba. She said, "It's the new Inquisitor who took over the Honmaru you built, remember that you were also a Divine Inquisitor who commanded the sword to fight the Death God, and you built a great Honmaru, and I learned a lot from it." ”

The keywords "God Inquisitor", "Honmaru", and "Sword Fu Mourning" were thrown out, and Gojo Hitomi slowly sat up straight on the windowsill.

It was clear from the silhouette of her body that she was nervous and confused and hesitant.

"God Inquisitor Fu Death God Sword," she slowly repeated the proper nouns, her voice full of surprise and vulnerability.

"I、I don't know what these mean, what is the sword and the god of mourning, can the god be summoned from the sword, and what is the god judge, and what does it have to do with those gods?"

Liu Quan paused, giving her a little time to mentally buffer after the shock of her heart.

"Yes, Hitomi-sama, you're right. ”

She first opened her mouth to affirm the reasoning of the Gojo Hitomi as a release of kindness, and then continued, "In the sword, it is indeed possible to summon the gods in some way. The Inquisitor is the leader who leads and controls these gods to fight. ”

"Wow," Hitomi Gojo exclaimed in a small voice, "Isn't that a very powerful person who can drive the gods?"

Liu Quan bent his eyebrows and smiled.

"yes. Hitomi-sama is such a powerful person. Don't you remember."

Perhaps because of the repeated encouragement and appreciation of the girl in front of her, Hitomi Gojo didn't seem so uneasy.

"I can't remember, but thank you for saying that. She replied quietly.

Then she saw the thoughtful and gracious young girl standing by the door, with her back against the wall, very careful not to approach her nervously when she was uneasy, and suddenly raised her right hand slightly.

The young girl seemed to be holding a small wooden stick in her hand. The next moment, a small light lit up on the tip of the little stick, just like she had seen when the door had been suddenly pushed open.

By the light of light, she could see the young girl's face clearly.

It's a beautiful face. But the beauty did not make people feel oppressive in any way, and the eyebrows and eyes that were curled by the smile looked like two crescent moons, and in a small circle of light, the young girl asked her with a smile in a calm tone, "Why are you here, we have been looking for you for a long time, and everyone misses you very much."

Who is "everyone".

Why am I here

She slowly lowered her face, as if she was afraid that she had done something wrong, and whispered back, "They all said I was sick and this is a nursing home, because I was sick in my head, and my family sent me here."

In the bright light, the smiling eyebrows and eyes like a crescent moon seemed to disappear. The young girl's eyes widened slightly, as if she were a little surprised.

"Sick nursing home," she said, "haven't you been out since you came here?"

Hitomi lowered her gaze.

Although the young girl controlled her tone and attitude well, and her question sounded like a simple surprise and did not contain any other hurtful connotations, she looked so young, healthy, and alive, and Hitomi knew that her frail physical condition was completely incomparable.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized how different she was from the so-called "healthy people". Hitomi felt a little sad.

"No, I haven't been out, I've just sat here all day looking out the window. She replied, "There's a garden outside the window, and I'm not in good health, and I can't bear to go out and the doctor says." ”

The surprise on the young girl's face slowly froze.

"Yes, there's a garden outside the window," she repeated, and then looked thoughtful.

"Did you see anything in the garden where someone else was outside in the sun at noon?" she asked with a look of surprise and a gentle tone of casual conversation.

This attitude made Hitomi feel a little better. She struggled to reflect on it and shook her head.

"No, I haven't seen only the gardener who takes care of the garden. She laughed, "I've heard that this nursing home is full of people like me who are not in good health, and maybe they can't go out like me." Those flowers are so beautiful, it's a shame that I can't go among them. ”

The young girl nodded, as if accepting her guess in its entirety and thinking it made sense.

"I, ah, I've heard about Miss Hitomi, and I've always admired you, and I really want to meet you. She said softly, "However, I never thought that Miss Hitomi, you live here, and they said what is wrong with you, how is your condition, when can you recover?"

Hitomi felt a little embarrassed.

"I—I don't remember much about the past, the doctor said, it's because of the bad things in my head that I lost those memories, and I don't know how long I'm going to stay here, maybe when I remember all those things one day, I'll be able to go home," she said.

The young girl sighed, as if sympathizing with her, and sighed slightly.

"You really don't remember anything from the past. She asked in a soft voice.

Although it was like a kind of questioning, because her voice was beautiful and soft, Hitomi didn't feel any pressure or fear at all.

Even though she had repeated the process of recalling the past and ending up with nothing, she had repeated it countless times, enough times to be disheartening, but she tried to repeat it again.

"I can remember some of the things I used to do at school. She said cautiously, as if she was a little afraid that she would disappoint the other person if she couldn't remember everything.

"It seems that I have a crush on a very handsome senior, and I have also participated in the club, but their names, the names of my predecessors, the names of my classmates, and the names of my friends, I can't remember them all. ”

"And then, it's pretty much a blank. I don't remember what you said, what kind of inquisitors, what swords, what kind of mourning gods, and so on. She looked at the young girl apologetically.

"They said I had been in a very bad car accident. My health was destroyed and my memory was lost, and my family sent me here because they knew it would give me better care."

She said this, and suddenly froze.

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