HLnovel Chapter 333 I heard you have something to ask me
Chapter 333 I heard you have something to ask me
Finally, I was able to figure out a vague outline in my complicated mind.
The sharp metal product stuck in the neck can be held in one hand. Isn't this the spirit-calling pennant? ?
No, who did this? Why did they just leave the body behind and run away without saying a word?
However, if it is a soul-calling banner, then it makes sense. It is originally used to call back souls, and since I am not dead, it can be used.
It’s just that… this thing called the soul-summoning banner…
Just like a thread stringing together clues buried in the soil, the clues that had been ignored were quickly connected by me. Each scene flashed by one after another like the plot in a movie, which was overwhelming.
The soul-calling banner comes from Wuzhuo Temple, where I was once led by the wrong navigation. There is an old monk who is over 80 years old and looks a bit demented, a cat that can talk and reminisce, monsters, a celadon bottle that can ward off evil and pray for blessings, and the paintings on the temple are almost exactly the same as the one found in the third round.
Also, in the first round, I won a prize worth several million dollars for no apparent reason. The slime keychain that suddenly appeared at home, isn’t it the handicraft unique to the summer cafe in Cursed? And the conch shell that Meegumi gave me…
Also, have I ever met a man who calls himself Fushiguro Shijiro?
At that time, I thought he just wanted to play with abstraction.
Now that I think about it, although he was wearing a mask to cover his face, his exposed eyes were a beautiful dark green. His partner was a Korean named Kong, with a despicable personality that made people hate him. He also said that he had a non-existent sister.
Does this sister not exist, or is it... me?
Calm down, Suzuki Yuri, calm down.
What if it's just a coincidence? Fushiguro Shinobu is so popular, and there are handsome guys in real life who love him. Even when traveling, they want to cosplay him to look cool and handsome... right?
I took a deep breath and my mind automatically began to replay the guy's mocking face at that time.
I told him he was an insurance salesman, and I thought he had ill intentions and was following me, so I gave him a fake name, bowed to him for a living, and in the end I had to humbly serve as his tour guide.
In fact, he also said that he would come to my place, and maybe we would meet again next week.
Hiss... In real life, I am just a social animal with a little bit of strength and means, how can I defeat the sky and the tyrant!
Especially since he is my client, if you want to know how much of a psychological shadow a client can have on a person, then you can find out by looking at Yi Dizhi.
"Youxin, are you okay?" Nitro paused for a moment, looked at me hesitantly, and asked, "It seems like you've been distracted."
"Ah..." I woke up suddenly, shook my head, and asked, "Guomei, did you want to ask me something just now?"
"I mean, the wound on your body is very consistent with a cursed tool in Fuguro Shier's hand." She looked at me, "So, are you related to Fuguro Shier?"
The fingers that were stroking the table stopped.
"Ah ha ha ha ha..."
I touched the back of my neck and subconsciously laughed it off, "Fushiguro Shinji, I know him. Isn't he the bastard father of Megumi? He abandoned his child and ran to Kyoto to play missing for a long time. What relationship do I have with him? He doesn't know me, and I don't know him. We are like two parallel lines, ahahahaha..."
"Oh? Really?" The voice was obviously not loud, but it just happened to interrupt my words.
There is a magnetism in the hoarseness, and a hint of teasing and playfulness in the rising tail tone. It is as desperate as the savior of the evil.
I swallowed and slowly raised my eyes at a snail's pace.
"Hello." Fushiguro Shiori crossed his arms and stared into my eyes slowly. "As you said, I am the bastard father of Fushiguro Megumi who abandoned his child and ran to Kyoto to play and disappeared for a long time. Since you know so well, I don't need to introduce myself."
...Who understands.
"Fushiguro Shino." Xiayou Jie glanced at the door and asked suspiciously, "How did you get here?"
"I followed her here." Fushiguro pointed at Naoko without hesitation and said confidently, "I left in such a hurry that I didn't even hide my body. She never noticed me once."
Glass glanced at him silently, but didn't retort.
"What are you doing here?" After so many years, Xia Youjie still seemed to be the one who was most at odds with him. He asked in a not-so-friendly tone, "Hui said he hasn't seen you in the past few days."
"Tsk, what's so good about that kid?" Fushiguro Shier waved his hand nonchalantly, "He's already a teenager, do you still want me to follow him around and watch over him?"
I:"……"
It's really pitiful for you to be with Meowumi.
"Yeah, the breakfast is quite rich." He suddenly lowered his head and said in a good mood, "I'm hungry too."
"Please squeeze in," he said to me.
"Huh?" I stared at him blankly and repeated, "What did you say?!"
"You're kidding me."
The booth is for four people. Geto Suguru and I sit on one side, and Gojo Satoru and Nozomi sit on the other side. This was just perfect, but now he wants to sit down, where is the place for him?
"That guy still takes up a lot of space, doesn't he?" Fushiguro Shige said to Geto Suguru, "As for the space, we can just compress it and there will be space."
The entire expression on my face right now is that famous "haha" emoticon.
Geto Suguru is already a muscular man, and then here comes Fushiguro Shigeki. I am squeezed in the middle, and it’s not Geto Suguru’s space that is being compressed, but my life!
"No thanks." I said with a fake smile, "Since you insist on sitting here, I'll give way to you."
At worst, I can bring a high stool over and sit in the middle to make it look like it’s my birthday.
"Wait, Youxin!" I just stood up, but Xia Youjie was not happy. He quickly pulled my arm and gnashed his teeth in his voice, "I don't want to sit with him."
"Tsk. What a hassle." Fushiguro Shige shrugged his shoulders, grabbed lightly, and in front of the waiter next door who was so stunned that he almost wanted to run out of the door, he took the two-person seat next door that looked like it weighed dozens of kilograms, sat down neatly, and blocked my way out.
"Ah, it's okay, don't worry." Fushiguro Shier even turned his head and said to the waiter kindly, "I'll put it back after I'm done with it."
"Oh, if you please."
The poor waiter looked a little dazed. He staggered to the side, mumbling something about whether the water in Tokyo Bay was cool or not...? What did that have to do with Tokyo Bay?
"Okay." Fushiguro Shigeru felt no remorse for causing such a great mental burden to others. He picked up the chopsticks on the table and asked, "I heard that you have something to ask me. You can ask now."