On weekdays, Kabuki Kohata Tamon is only responsible for performing, while Kohata Himetsuki is responsible for her husband's manager and assistant.

In addition, the driver's job is naturally also in charge of Ji Yue, who has to drive her husband to the performance venue.

In addition to the face, Kabuki's hands are also extremely expensive, so when you arrive at the theater, you have to carry your luggage by Himetsuki.

Before the official start of the performance, Ji Yue had to seriously greet her husband's colleagues, communicate with the theater management and the audience who came to watch the performance.

When everything is ready, she sits down to watch the live performance.

In order to maintain the image of the famous family, after watching the whole scene, the little hata Himetsuki in the audience must always sit upright and not make large indecent movements at will.

For all this, Kohata Himetsuki is already very familiar and accustomed to it.

"Welcome."

"Mrs. Kohata, today is just as radiant, and I'm looking forward to today's performance."

Kohata Himezuki stood at the door of the theater and politely greeted an old woman in a kimono who was watching the performance.

Both sides bow to each other.

And at the moment of bending down—

"Indecent!"

Himezuki Kohata heard the old woman's voice ringing out.

She looked up in astonishment, and saw that the other party was just standing with a kind and docile face.

"Disqualified!"

"She called the police, right? It's a shame. ”

"I didn't care about the reputation of Kohata Tamen, and I didn't care about the reputation of the Kohata family."

"Is this also a famous family?"

“……”

Himezuki looked around again.

The well-dressed and well-behaved guests still looked natural, but the abrupt, noisy and harsh sound kept coming out of them, and the tide was rolling in all directions.

They're talking about "that thing......

That happened last year.

The reason is actually very simple, Kohata Tamon seems to be as gentle as jade, but in fact, he is greedy for alcohol and often hangs out in various bars in Ginza.

Last year, he was drunk and had a bloody fight with someone in a nightclub.

When Kohata Himetsuki, who was still at home at the time, heard the news, she hurried to the scene and called the police.

Subsequent police and reporters arrived, and the scandal was published in the newspapers the next day.

After that, in response to the incident, the Kohata couple bowed and apologized to the media and the public many times.

And Kohata Tamen also stopped acting for a while before finally finding a chance to make a comeback.

Regardless of what the public thinks of this incident, anyway, in the Kabuki industry, there are also Kohata Himezuki's husband and mother-in-law, who blame Himetsuki for the mistakes of this incident.

They thought the woman was stupid.

How could she call the police?

If she had rushed to the scene and chose to communicate privately to calm down the situation, she would not have been involved in so many incidents in the future.

What? Can't communicate?

That is, Kohata Himetsuki is not doing well.

Stupid and incompetent.

It is also because of this incident that Himetsuki, who did not give birth to a boy in the first place, couldn't hold her head up in front of her mother-in-law.

After she was saddled with the guilty shackles of "discrediting the Kohata family", she couldn't do anything else, but apologized day after day.

That's all.

"Stupid!" "Incompetent!" "Disqualified!"

“……”

The cacophony of accusations and ridicule continued.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Say no more, stop talking! ”

Kohata Himetsuki's expression became painful, and she covered her ears in disgrace.

In the next second, these sounds finally froze, and the gray mist once again filled the line of sight.

The three-colored Kumatori puffed up smoke and slowly appeared.

It spoke again: "You regard it as your duty to protect the face of your husband's family, because you are a model wife in the eyes of others, and you are the outer story of your husband's family." ”

The fog solidifies into a strange mirror.

Kohata Himetsuki looked up stiffly, and she saw that her face was outlined with intricate, rough lines.

Red, blue, brown.

Paradoxical, mysterious, mysterious.

Mishikuma has been covered in her face......

……

Obviously, there was still a gray mist in his sight, and it looked like an illusionary scene, but Kohata Himezuki suddenly heard a roar from the stage musician.

"Huh~~~~Yo~~~~~"

This shout, probably similar to the storyteller's astonishment, is used to attract the audience's attention and tell everyone-

It's time for the show to begin.

That's right, the show begins.

Himezuki Kohata could still see the inexplicable mist, but at the same time, the theater stage and audience seats appeared in front of her.

The stage protrudes slightly, and the lights above illuminate the foggy stage.

The audience was dressed in formal kimonos and sat dignified in their seats. Among them were gray-haired old men and women, as well as young men and women.

A mosquito-like mist covered their faces, blurring everyone's faces, but they didn't seem to care. Just sip a drink while watching the actors perform on stage.

The messy drumbeat sounded.

Her husband, Tamon Kohata, appeared on the stage and danced to the accompaniment of music in a dynamic and dynamic way.

Lights rush across the stage like meteors and burst into flames like fireworks.

The kabuki danced to the rhythm and rhythm of the lyrics and drums, and the dance was agile and powerful, like birds circling and fish swaying.

Her empty gaze reflected the dazzling brilliance and fat powder on the stage, as if she had forgotten the unreasonable foggy environment around her, and she was unusually quiet, just sitting decently.

"Kabuki, ......"

To be honest, Himezuki Kohata doesn't like Kabuki performances.

In fact, every time she watched a performance, it was an ordeal for her.

Perhaps because she was forced to study boring knowledge since she was a child, she can even be said to be disgusted with this art.

Because she had studied, she knew everything about Kabuki culture.

She can appreciate it, she will see how perfectly the power and beauty of her husband's turning action on the stage is, and she also knows how delicate and vivid the next appearance will be. I know that my husband is working the stage to show every inch of skin and every muscle.

Yes, she knows it all.

But she just didn't like it.

It's like facing coriander, some people love it, some people hate it.

There is no right or wrong in this kind of liking or disliking.

However, Kohata Himezuki's father is Kabuki, and her husband is Kabuki, and if she has a son in the future, her son will still be Kabuki.

Whether she likes it or not, there will always be a seat for her in the audience under this stage.

Bang bang bang.

The climax on stage ended, and the audience began to applaud.

Himezuki Kohata sits, just habitually clapping her hands gently in accord with the surrounding atmosphere.

Like her husband who performed on stage, she was also the object of viewing.

She knew that there were also a pair of eyes lurking in the audience staring at her.

Kohata Himezuki is like a character in those Kabuki, one by one, according to the established life trajectory script, and the image of his model wife is invariably interpreted.

But she just had to suppress all her emotions and just do it.

The next second-

The applause and the music on stage stopped.

It's not the natural, staggered stop, but like a noisy TV suddenly pressed the mute button, like an oil paint suddenly peeling off and turning black and white.

Everything around seemed to freeze suddenly.

Kohata Himetsuki came back to her senses and looked left and right.

Her brain seemed to be able to think normally again.

Originally, she thought that the situation around her was changing so quickly, so the characters in the fog should also dissipate.

But this is not the scene that Kohata Himezuki saw.

The surrounding audience, the kabuki and musicians on stage, they still existed, but they remained in a motionless position, and everyone was facing directly at them.

The fog that had covered their faces lifted a little.

It was only then that Kohata Himetsuki realized that everyone's faces were sketched with that strange tricolor Kumatori.

One by one, the dead eyes stared at her, and smashed Kohata Himetsuki's body, like dirt swaying down from the top of a deep pit, wanting to bury her alive, crushing her and suffocating her.

The crowd was like half-dead fish, numbly opening and closing, and their voices were layered:

"You are the sequel of your parents, the prequel of your children, and the outer chapter of your husband's family in the eyes of others, but you are not yourself."

The surrounding tricolor Kuma took the tombstone and pressed up.

"You are not yourself."

They say so.

Just when Kumatori was about to touch Kohata Himetsuki and was about to engulf her-

Bang!

A roaring thunderbolt split through the fog and tore out a dazzling crevice. It spread from the depths of the sky, roaring like a giant beast roaring, majestic and shocking. The night sky is illuminated by electric light, like day, and the surging clouds are clearly reflected.

Where the thunder shines, it is clear and clear.

In the light, there was a tall figure, wrapped in a light indigo sword.

At that moment, the sword light was bright, like a meteor in the night sky, sharp and short. The blade sliced through the darkness with an irresistible momentum, mingling with a blinding thunderbolt that illuminated everything around it. The heroic figure in the sword light loomed, like a relief frozen in time and space.

"20 million can't be taken for nothing, the play is over, that's the end!"

The man shouted in such a low voice, the majesty of the thunder and the brilliance of the sword light were intertwined at this moment, and one after another the figures of the void Kuma were like the wind blowing wheat stalks and falling down.

Then, another purple and white shirt quickly rolled out from Kohata Himetsuki's side, pulling her through the gap that she flew towards the electric light......

……

"Tsk, that's it? It's a bit of a pity that the tricolor Kumatori body doesn't seem to be here. ”

Kamiya put a word in the scabbard.

It doesn't take much to deal with the affairs of Kohata Himetsuki here, and it can be done by him and Pranya alone.

The only pity is that the tricolor Kumatori who influenced Kohata Himetsuki is not here.

What exactly that thing is, and where it came from, will have to be investigated again.

It felt a little more unusual than I had expected.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

After staring at the surroundings with his pupils, and finally withdrawing his gaze with a little regret, Kamiya finally shifted his attention to Kohata Himetsuki.

In fact, this morning, when this Lady Kohata came to look for Kamiya, she was not in the right state.

This can be seen even in Prajna.

And when the lady left, a little old man quickly followed according to the master's instructions.

Later, Kohata Himetsuki didn't go home, she just held an umbrella and walked into this barren forest alone.

Here you talk to yourself, talk to yourself, do strange things.

During this time, Kamiyagawa stayed nearby to observe.

Until now, on the supernatural photo left by Himezuki Kohata, her smiling face was completely taken by Mikakuma, and the lady herself was swept into layers of fog.

In this case, Kamiyagawa could no longer continue to watch from the wall, thinking about fishing out that strange Kumatori, but chose to save people.

After all, she received 20 million from others, so she naturally wanted to ensure her safety.

This bit of professional ethics still needs to be there.

"Kamiya...... Mr? ”

After pulling Kohata Himezuki out of the shattered mist, Pranya returned to Kamiya's side, leaving the dignified lady to fall in the mud.

"You seem to be sober."

Kamiyagawa nodded at his employer.

"I just ......"

Himezuki Kohata barely got up from the ground, trying to remember what had just happened, but she didn't know where to start.

In short, this soul slayer saved himself?

"It's not just now, it's actually been half a day."

"So, what about Kuma?"

Kohata Himetsuki didn't have time to think about and digest the current situation, so she hurriedly asked the questions she was concerned about.

"I don't haunt you anymore, but I still don't know where that thing actually is. But don't worry, I will do a good job in after-sales service. Kamiya said in a tone that was over.

"So, what about that picture, my doppelganger?" Himetsuki Kohata asked again.

"Ah, you say that."

Kamiyagawa took out the supernatural photo and shook it.

In the photo, Kumatori on the face of Himezuki Kohata has disappeared, and she stands in the middle of the crowd dressed in black with a heavy atmosphere, with a bright smile, which is particularly abrupt and conspicuous.

Except for her, everyone in the photo is still in a state where they can't see their faces clearly.

"Ma'am, you seem to have recovered a lot, and I think I can ask you some questions that I haven't asked you in the morning."

"Didn't ask?"

"Yes. For example, where did you get this photo from? ”

"It's from ......"

Himezuki Kohata was about to answer, but choked up.

yes, where did this photo come from?

When did it appear around you, and when did you notice it?

Such an important key issue, Kohata Himetsuki can't even recall.

It's like never caring.

"Well, it seems to be pretty much the same as I guessed." Kamiya observed the change in his employer's expression, "So, next question." Madame, you told me this morning that you would never be at this funeral pictured. So do you know, whose funeral belongs to in the photo? ”

"Whose ......"

Kohata Himetsuki's messy black hair was stained with muddy water, and her clothes were dirty, but she was still stunned, her eyes glazed.

yes, whose funeral is it?

Who were the others at the funeral?

(End of chapter)