Fuyuki is a small closed town, and Kyogokuhiko has nothing to do when he goes out in his usual clothes, but the more you go in the direction of Edo, the more you can feel the changes brought about by the Industrial Revolution, especially the ten. The emperor has begun to vigorously promote the revolution. New policy, a top-down change. The revolution is in full swing.

There is leather. New. pie, there is guard. Old. Pie, along the way, Kyogoku Hiko Kyogohiko saw a lot of bloody conflicts, but fortunately, thanks to the blessing of Dilumudo, who was a foreigner at first glance, no one from either faction came to provoke him.

When Kyogokuhiko arrived in Edo, it was late at night, there were no stars and no moon, and the weather in spring was steep, so he was not too cold and habitually changed to a slightly thicker crane, the dark lines of the azure embroidered white crane fell at his feet, and the thick soles of his boots knocked out a gentle beat on the ground, and Dilumudo followed him, also wearing an overcoat, but it was a high-end product bought at a foreign goods store near Edo, even Kyogokuhiko had to admit that he still wore Western-style clothes that were more pleasing to the eye.

They were not in a hurry, only the footsteps of the two of them could be heard in the dark alleyway, and the beating of lanterns could be heard from a few streets away, which made the place quieter.

Probably feeling a little embarrassed by such silence, Kyogokuhiko spoke: "What did the people at the next table say during the lunch today, do you remember?" ”

Dilumudo said, "He heard that we were going to Edo and warned us not to go out in the middle of the night. ”

"Then why can't you go out in the middle of the night?"

"Because," Dilumudo's hand flashed□□ and slammed into the ground, "the night of Edo is full of monsters."

Long. The gun was nailed to the ground by his grip, piercing a hand, a hand that stretched out from under the ground, that hand was small, making a bending and stretching posture, as if to hold someone's ankle, a large stream of blood stained on the tip of the gun, but it was a disgusting black and red, Kyogokuhiko frowned, gave up the plan to step on the hand that dared to reach his ankle again, and only said, "Dispose of it." ”

Dilumudo nodded, the tip of the spear was slightly raised, and he pulled the hand around and pulled it out, and with a piercing scream, he dragged out a small man who was no taller than his knees, wearing a dirty and shabby white monk's robe, with a nondescript ring scar on his bald head, his eyes bulging and his mouth full of sharp teeth, and the scream was like the sound of a wooden fish.

The tip of the bright red gun was flicked, and it was drawn from the palm of the villain's hand, and the backhand was inserted accurately. Entering its heart, the blood in the heart was a dirty black-brown color, exuding a smell like stinky ink, Kyogokuhiko looked at the stains on the tip of Dilumudo's spear, and said, "I'll have someone clean it for you later." ”

The implication is to let Dilumudo hold this long. Gun, after all, the treasure will be intact if it is taken back and taken out again, and it is really scary to think about where the dirty stains went.

He even took off his crane, and the corners of the white crane were stained with black-brown blood, and Kyogokuhiko said that he couldn't bear it at all.

Dilumudo smiled gently, took the crane in Kyogokuhiko's hand and shook it, wrapping his long. The gun was rolled up and carried in his hand, and the crane pattern was embroidered very finely, so wrapped like some precious work of art in his hand.

Walking through this laneway, Huo Ran brightened up in front of me, pavilions and pavilions, warblers singing and dancing, just like a prosperous and noisy appearance, singing in the middle of the night. Dance. Skill. The town is still lit up as if it were daytime.

The building boat called "Mandarin" is one of the first class gold caves here, and there is no place to enjoy it more than here, whether it is a banquet or a small stay, in the whole of Edo and even in all of Japan.

As long as a large sum of money was sprinkled, there was a queue of their own fine wine and food, and the fire was burning in the room to smoke incense, Dilumudo also took off his coat and sat next to Kyogokuhiko, and the beautiful woman bowed respectfully and saluted, Kyogokuhiko waved her hand, and only let her tell some interesting stories.

It's all white. The tone of the fan babbling, he really can't appreciate it.

"Then the slave family will tell me a strange story I heard a few days ago." The woman covered her mouth with her sleeves and said softly, "It's just hearsay, and you can't do it true." ”

Then she began to speak to the music:

The story is also quite old, probably more than 100 years ago, and the night in Edo was not as lively as it is now, and it was dark and dark at night, and only the watchmen would still wander the streets at night.

For example, Goro, the protagonist of the story, carries candles day after day to remind residents to be careful of candles. The place where he finished his work was far from home, but there was a narrow alleyway that could be walked through.

In the middle of the night, don't cross the alleyway, or you will be eaten off your feet.

Although this is true, Gorou still does most of the world, with the luck of "not meeting me" in his arms, and walks home every day through the alleyway that only allows one person to pass through guò.

It was a little cold that day, Gorou wore a very thick winter coat, da, da, the sound of the newly bought clogs on the ground was particularly good, there was no moon or stars in the sky, the only light was the small lantern in his hand, he complained about the bad weather, the meager salary, and struggled sideways into the alleyway.

Click, click. The clogs stepped on some muddy paths, and he couldn't help but worry about the problem of scrubbing back up.

Click, click. Gorou felt a slight chill in his ankles. Probably the socks fell off, he thought so, looked down and looked, sure enough, the socks that he had worn for several years fell off, forget it, go back and get it again.

Don't go out in the middle of the night, or your feet will be eaten.

Somehow, he seemed to have listened to the grim warning of the grandmother at the door again, and he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his back, so he quickened his pace.

Faster, faster, vaguely as if he could see the light of home, Gorou's heart was filled with joy.

Walking faster, faster and faster, his steps stopped, as if he had tripped over something, and Gorou looked down to find that his ankles were being held by several hands, and his nails were sharp and piercing the skin.

"Ahhhhhh!!h

"According to legend, this kind of monster that lives in the dark alley is called a monk who takes it." The woman's eyes were like silk, and she leaned over and said, "The story of the slave family is finished." ”

Kyogokuhiko drooped tiredly and said, "Go down." ”

Although the woman was a little unwilling, for the sake of the broken gold handed out by Dilumudo, she also obediently retreated.

Dilumudo closed the door and window and said, "She must be talking about the youkai we met when we came." ”

"Hmm," Kyogokuhiko replied noncommittally, his knuckles tapping on a few cases, "What a coincidence."

It's a coincidence that someone tells a story about it as soon as it hits a monster, like a fox deliberately bagging its tail repeatedly to lure a hunter into taking the bait.

"You're interested?" Dilumudo asked him.

"It's been a long time since anyone made a fool of me." Kyogokuhiko played with the last glutinous rice dumplings left on the plate, the translucent glutinous rice skin was wrapped in brown bean paste, and some peach blossom powder was topped, which naturally revealed a sweet fragrance.

Di Lumu understood at a glance, opened the door and asked for two plates of glutinous rice dumplings to come in, whether it was His Majesty or the little master, his thoughts in this regard were unexpectedly easy to guess.

Kyogohiko picked up the glutinous rice dumplings on the plate and put them in his mouth, in the past, these desserts were the favorites of the ladies in the backyard, and he was not very sweet, so he never found that the glutinous rice skin with filling tasted so good.

"Why don't you stay here for a few days and investigate?" Dilumu said, "Anyway, the ship that sailed away can't go now." "The Imperial Gate House helped them contact a boat from Edo to England, but it will take nearly half a month to set off, and the left and right are free at the moment, so it is better to find something to do for this person, so as to save the end of being bored and making some kind of moths.

That's right, it's "again".

Kyogokuhiko didn't speak, but acquiesced to his suggestion, and reached out to the newly delivered dumplings, and the sake with cherry blossom petals was poured on the glutinous rice skin, and the spicy spicy parting neutralized the excessive sweetness, but the aroma of the beans in the bean paste became more and more prominent.

In one night, he ate three plates of dumplings and poured five cups of sake, which was far from drunk, and he was slightly drunk and just right, and he could sleep peacefully at night.

Dilumudo adjusted the pair a bit. The posture of the legs gave up letting Kyogokuhiko sleep on the pillow instead of his big. This impossible task on his legs, as long as there is enough mana to supply sleep, is just a dispensable thing for him, not to mention that Kyogokuhiko's body made of pure spiritual power is much lighter than it looks, pressing on his legs. There is almost no weight on it.

In the final analysis, in order not to be tossed by Kyogohiko's various bad tastes, Dilumudo is also quite hard.

Kyojihiko didn't fall asleep, a little drunkenness made him squint his eyes and half-awake, feeling Dilumuduo moving uncomfortably, he opened his mouth and laughed: "I've slept for several days, why are you still so shy?" ”

Dilumudo said, "It's just a story. His eyes flashed, and he smiled a little badly, and he had a bit of suppressed arrogance in his temperament, and during this time, he couldn't help but reveal a little bit of his true temperament when he fought wits and courage with Jing Jihiko's bad jokes.

"Tell me about it." Kyogokuhiko tugged at his chest. Hanging the pocket watch chain in his mouth pocket and fiddling, as soon as this person drinks, the thin red at the end of his eyes will deepen, and he will be pale again, and his eyes will be a little sharp, and he will tremble with laughter and scolding.

"It is said that there is such a person, who is young and handsome and has a high position, and has a quirk, and he can't sleep peacefully when there is no one around him at night, but he is like a child who relies on his mother, I don't know if he is afraid of the dark or afraid of ghosts." Dilumudo muttered, of course, the story was made up by him, and it was naturally self-evident who he was talking about.

"Xu is not afraid of the dark and is not afraid of ghosts." Kyogokuhiko snorted and laughed, "It's just a mountain spirit. The charm is sticky and tight, but it is the most pleasing to him, so that he can't wait to be tied to his side at all times. The story he received, naturally, was also made up, and he stretched out his hand and pulled Dilumudo's hair to pull the person down, and stood up to block the mouth that had become more and more clever recently.

The candle flame is extinguished, and a few night pearls roll down from the corner of the wall, and the light green reflects the ukiyo-e beauty on the mural, showing some strange colors.

"It is recorded in the novel that after the Jiangnan people were favored by Empress Li Xiao Zhou, they saw the lights at night, closed their eyes and said, 'smoke-, easy to candles, and closed their eyes, saying 'the smoke is more abundant', someone asked her if the palace does not burn lamps and candles, she said, 'The palace pavilion, every night is hung with big pearls, illuminating a room, as bright as the middle of the day.' In the dark, Kyogohiko's voice also became erratic, "If that little week is also like that essence. It's understandable to be seductive. ”

Dilumudo smiled and said, "With a monarch like you, the courtiers are really miserable. "Blackened once took away most of his admiration and loyalty to the master.,It's more natural to get along with the master.,In the end, it's also a legendary hero.,Own arrogance.。

Whether the Imperial Lord was worthy of his allegiance this time, he would definitely keep his eyes open and examine it carefully.

Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes, turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, and yawned slightly, "Thunder Rain. The dew is the grace of the king, and I give it, and they receive it. ”

In the middle of the night, someone told strange stories again.

Don't sleep too well in the middle of the night, or the beauty murals on the walls will turn into poisonous mamba snakes crawling down and turning you into puddles of pus.

That's right, it's painted on the walls, those clothes. Shirt. Half. The ukiyo-e beauty with a powdered face is called, and the femme fatale is painted.

It seemed that the wind was blowing in through the cracks in the window, and the night pearl was blown to roll slightly, and the light flickered.

The beauty of the mural on the wall, a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to life, seemed to turn gently, gently.