Chapter 131 Back on Track Shura Field
When Yuanzi woke up in the morning, she felt great.
She curled up in the quilt and stretched a little. When she looked up, she saw the familiar ceiling and lamps: neither a wild field nor low wooden beams.
There were no annoying Indian foreigners, and no unnecessary pain inflicted on her by Indian foreigners.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and happily turned over on the soft spring bed.
Yato hasn't woken up yet.
Sonoko rested her head on her arm and slept for a while, feeling that the air was good and the sun was good. Although there was someone beside her after she woke up, Yato was so pleasing to the eye that he seemed to have a holy aura.
——But the Huojin God VER from five hundred years ago seemed to be more handsome.
Sonoko's memory of that stunning glance was both deep and vague. Thinking about it now, Yato at that time clearly had the aura of a handsome man. She couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek, which was red from sleep, and her fingertips slowly slid along his cheekbone and nose bridge to his eyelids.
Compared to the sharp and handsome look at that first glance, this guy now has the same face, but the contours of his facial features are strangely rounded. However, she thinks the dots look better, and he also looks good when he is sleeping foolishly.
Suzuki Sonoko sighed, and belatedly realized how emotional she was today. Everything she saw brought so many feelings to her mind. She didn't notice at all that as she began to daydream again, the temperature of the cheek under her palm was rising like a rocket. The skin visible between her fingers was red as if dripping with blood. After a while, even her eyelashes began to tremble.
"Hey, Sonoko..."
Following a humming sound as thin as a mosquito's, Yuanzi slowly raised her hand. She blinked and lay back down: "Well, you're awake?"
Yato blinked as well, but didn't move.
A full quarter of an hour passed like this.
Yato, hugging his pillow, covered his face with his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Sonoko, stop looking at me. This game of staring is not fun at all!"
——Why are you staring at him like that so early in the morning?
Yato's face, which was covered in the pillow, was rapidly filled with blood, just like his heart: How can this be called staring at each other? He felt that Sonoko's eyes were clearly going to melt him!
Although gods don't actually have an organ called a "heart", being congested for a long time is indeed a bit challenging. Yato hugged the pillow to relax for a while, and then took it off to look again. Suzuki Sonoko was still in the same position as before, resting her head on her arm, her dark green eyes shining brightly on the side of his face.
Haven’t seen enough yet?
The villain in Yato's heart banged his head against the wall. He felt that in the space covered by her sight, even the air was becoming less and less. He endured it for a while and decided to rely on himself.
He began to change the subject.
"When I came back yesterday at noon, I sensed a sense of bad luck."
That's true.
Yuanzi's attention was drawn, and she asked, "Where is it?"
Yato thought for a moment and said, "The woods in the back mountain, right?"
Suzuki Sonoko thought about it in her mind: Oh, this is the place where I will plant trees in the next two days.
She rubbed her chin with a serious expression, "Could it be that there's a body buried under the peach tree in the back hill?"
Yato said wake up, "The old trees have been dug up and the new ones haven't been planted yet."
Sonoko: "That means there's a serial killer lurking in the engineering team, and he wants to take this opportunity to hide a body in my backyard!"
——As a regular character on the Conan set, this guess is really reliable.
However, the leading actor Yato from the Noragami studio next door just blinked his sky-blue eyes and looked at her quietly for a while.
Yuanzi subconsciously touched his face and said, "Why are you looking at me? Did you guess wrong?"
Yato shook his head.
Although Yuanzi had become thinner and tense, and even talked in her sleep, as if she was under a lot of mental stress - he was finally relieved to see that her brain circuits were still so clear.
Probably no damage was done to the root.
Driven by his sweet relief, Yato even wanted to laugh. However, before his lips curled up, his eyes fell on the not-so-obvious dark circles of the brown-haired girl.
In the first half of last night, Yuanzi would wake up unconsciously for a few seconds almost every quarter of an hour of sleep, and his mind would be tense, neither awake nor awake. Only after he instinctively determined that he was at home through the mattress or the light of the bedside lamp would he turn over with peace of mind and fall back into sleep.
Yato sat at the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms all night. Whenever he noticed that she was about to wake up, he would lean forward and cover her eyes with his hands, gently rubbing her soft and trembling skin, while whispering her name to the tune of the birthday song.
——Only Suzuki Sonoko felt that she slept until dawn.
——He was acting rudely towards the guardian angel who had spent the whole night with her so hard early in the morning.
Fortunately, Yato himself didn't care much about sleep, and didn't question Sonoko's lack of awareness of her mental state. He just patted her on the back calmly and said, "If you're tired, Sonoko, just sleep a little longer. Rest a little longer... and you'll be fine."
Yuanzi said "hmm" in confusion, and nodded in agreement obediently.
It would be time to take a nap at noon. Miss Suzuki felt relaxed all over, took off her slippers and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.
After eating, she found a bag of snacks. Even if she didn't eat them, the aroma of chocolate and cream was enough to relax her mind.
The volume of the TV was turned up very loud, and Yato could hear the sound effect of a duck laughing in a variety show from a long distance away.
Yuanzi originally didn't watch this type of program. She used her free time to play games on her mobile phone, and the TV mainly served as background music.
Since it was a background, she had to choose programs with peaceful sound effects from beginning to end, such as documentaries or news programs. She should have excluded variety shows that were full of shocking sounds.
But now…
Yato stood at the stairs for a long time without saying a word, the blurry images of the TV program reflected in his bright blue eyes. He turned around and went upstairs in silence, and took out a plush blanket from the closet.
Yuanzi actually fell asleep.
Yato tremblingly unfolded the blanket and put it directly on the body lying on the sofa. Then he squatted in front of the sofa with his hands on his knees, his chin resting on the back of his hands, and stared at her for a long time with his head tilted.
Compared to the quiet bedroom, Yuanzi seems to sleep better with the intermittent electronic sounds, and she doesn't talk in her sleep.
For a moment, Yato didn't know what he was thinking, or rather, he didn't think much about anything. When he came to his senses, Suzuki Sonoko fell down again, and the remote control in his palm was flashing red.
He let out a long sigh, raised his hand to pull out the remote control and threw it aside, then slowly stood up with the help of the coffee table.
With a quick and decisive turn, Qian Huojin's bright eyes suddenly turned cold. He pulled out a dagger from his sportswear pocket and put it in his mouth. He then took out a roll of bandage from his arms and slowly wrapped it around his fingers as he walked.
The aura left in the back mountain yesterday could not possibly be the result of murder and corpse hiding - even if the corpse had become an earthbound spirit - and what concerned Yato the most was that he felt that the aura was a little familiar.
Yato started to work as a five-cent god about a hundred years ago. In the 1960s and 1970s, he was an idol for his dream. When the comics industry was booming more than ten years ago, he also tried drawing comics. Later, he drew a comic book for a while for money (the prototype of the protagonist was Bishamon).
The person who made him feel familiar must be from at least three hundred years ago.
Anyone who has survived from the post-Warring States period to the present day is not easy to deal with. Even if they are not strong, their skills are enough to make them formidable.
What on earth did such a being have in mind for Yuanzi?
With this in mind, he finally finished wrapping the bandage and tapped his heels as he reached the porch. The moment he stepped out of the door, it was as if a sharp blade had directly cut through the silent airflow on his way forward, and the figure in the center disappeared like a flash of black light.
He didn't know what happened five hundred years ago, so he couldn't deal with it, but at this moment, no matter what was targeting Yuanzi, it would definitely not succeed.
——Isn’t this the reason why he, the patron saint, exists?
Amid the unclear footsteps, Suzuki Sonoko, who was almost completely collapsed on the sofa, opened her eyes in a daze, and seemed to see Yato's back as he left.
How strange...
Yuanzi thought vaguely as if through a layer of glass: Is she still dreaming?
She turned over as if she had lost consciousness, and before returning to sleep, she thought indifferently: Yato was still wearing the most familiar sportswear, but for some reason, he overlapped with the silhouette that she had seen in the void five hundred years ago.
I guess I'm still dreaming.
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Suzuki Sonoko took her second nap until the evening.
When he woke up, there was no one around. Yato left a note with emoticons and extra text and posted it on the TV screen with great fanfare.
This channel has changed to playing classic movies, and the sticky note with red text on a yellow background just covers the face of the protagonist who is giving a passionate speech.
Although Sonoko missed the famous handsome men of modern times and wanted to review the classic movies of Tsuruga Ren, she was too lazy to move. She reluctantly picked up her phone and flipped through it, not knowing what to do.
There were not many updated photos on social networks. After all, only a day had passed. Xiaolan's last update was at her cousin's house in Kamakura. The strict elder seemed to be preparing to teach her flower arrangement. It was said that she needed to meditate before officially starting, and she might have to put away her phone before meditating.
Apart from Xiaolan, there is no one she particularly wants to contact, but the world five hundred years ago has left her with a bit of PTSD. Holding some products with a particularly modern feel of technology will give her an unprecedented sense of security.
In order to travel through time, she had deliberately set aside a week. Now that the timeline had come to a halt, she had a week's vacation for nothing and had nothing to do.
She slid down the sofa and sat on the floor, thinking: It's not like I have nothing to do.
Thinking of this, Sonoko calmly and objectively missed Asakura Ye Wang, who almost married her.
Despite the five hundred years of time difference, she has regained some of her indifference and perspective.
Sonoko did not deny that she once liked this person (face), but for the boss who had been abandoned by everyone, if he wanted to love someone, he had to first make sure that this person loved him wholeheartedly before he could safely return his feelings.
I have complained before, "If it weren't for the high status of the god, he would not feel at ease until I was harvested as a Shikigami." Facts have proved that the ability to judge people cultivated by their Suzuki family does have some effect on her.
After recalling the past, Sonoko could objectively understand his behavior pattern.
As for the subjective...
The Makura family has been passed down for thousands of years, and the family cemetery occupies a large area. King Makura Ye has been buried there twice.
——Speaking of which, autumn is already here. I should take some time to burn some incense for my ex-fiancé!
Miss Suzuki, who was excitedly preparing to take some time out to go to her ex-fiancé's grave to have a disco, was calculating her schedule. By the way, what kind of flower does King Makura hate the most?
Apart from this exhausting boss, what Sonoko cares about most is Naotaka Komatsu.
I even want to travel through time again and meet her at the right time.
If Yuanzi herself were to say, she was not actually thinking about renewing her relationship with Shanglong. Hundreds of years had passed, and he might not still love her.
If seventy years is counted as a lifetime, then more than five hundred years is enough for seven lifetimes.
Even if Shanglong got married and divorced again and again, it would have been enough to go through five rounds of trouble. Maybe he already had a divorce letter from her, but he disappeared so completely that he couldn't give it to her.
What Sonoko cares about is her own feelings.
Just like in detective novels, if you don't see the answer, you will definitely keep thinking about it. Although she is indifferent to people (actually, she is a little bit), objectively speaking, she always has a headache because of the flashing fragments of memory. If she keeps thinking about it like this for ten or eight years, she might really think about her white moonlight.
——God has obsessions and is likely to fall.
Thanks to Touma Kuraha King, Suzuki Sonoko has personally experienced what it feels like to be half-depraved. She realizes that physiological and psychological problems cannot be ignored. Once they become obsessions unintentionally, it will not only be painful, but may even lead to death!
Judging from the last scene she saw, Xiaosong Castle should have been destroyed. Even if it wasn't destroyed, the level of it would be different from what she remembered.
The scale of that small, broken city was, by Shang Long's analogy, the level of the mayor's stupid son, who could not afford such a luxurious screen.
Especially since the city was broken, but the blond boy who I only had a glimpse of at the end...
His aura was strange, unlike anything he had ever smelled before.
Suzuki Sonoko's spiritual perception was not very sensitive, and it was barely an extraordinary performance at the critical moment of life and death. She was very sure: that guy was definitely not a human.
There is an example in Soul Society: the Seireitei has four great noble families, who are not inferior to others when it comes to luxury and enjoyment.
Especially since the gods of death have long lives and their lineages can often last for more than a thousand years, the number of pretentious rules they have accumulated is just as great. Taking the Kuchiki family as an analogy, the chain of clues behind this screen may even involve an alternate world.
The opportunity that brought Ichigo Kurosaki to the Soul Society was Rukia. Now that he came to Shang Long, it was very likely related to the blond boy with a strange aura!
Yuanzi followed this line of thought and suddenly remembered that there were things she brought back in the collection room: there were eight golden nuggets on the belt, one of which was planted in the backyard of Chao Li Yuyue's hut, and later became the pension fund for the retired people of Vongola. Now there are seven left.
These seven are still locked in the safe!
Suzuki Sonoko ran upstairs and found a small box containing gold nuggets from the pile of Xiaolan's photos.
She picked it up and held it up to the sunlight: these seven gold nuggets, even if they were seven mountains of gold, were what Yuanzi left as a backup of her private money. Because it became an accessory to a vague memory, she collected it well, but it seemed that she had never examined it carefully.
Now sensing it, Yuanzi took out a golden statue with unknown stuff in it from the depths of the safe (judging from the style, it might be a gift from his uncle). In comparison, this golden nugget that could grow into a gold mountain did feel different from ordinary gold.
But it's similar to the gold frames inlaid on the four corners of the screen...
Oh, right, the screen!
Suzuki Sonoko was not surprised to learn that the gold foil on the screen was actually made of gold seeds that were more valuable than a mountain of gold. If Shang Long could reach the level of the Kuchiki family in Soul Society in the other world - speaking of which, the hair ties of the Kuchiki family seemed to be worth several properties - Sonoko would not be surprised that he would eat gold nuggets as a meal.
What she cared about was that when the screen was delivered, Ximen also sent the accompanying documents of the auction, including a long list of appraisal certificates and even the price tags in a package!
Yuanzi is accustomed to this behavior pattern of his. In her regards, Ximen Soujiro has always been a person who "must let her see if he is nice to her, otherwise it would be a waste."
The focus is still on the background information that comes with the exhibits.
Yuanzi flipped through the thick folder, ignoring the high praise from various experts who reviewed the styles and colors, and focused directly on the two casual sentences in the background introduction.
The protagonist is the innocent boy Gao Liyao who was on the social news twice.
He disappeared in the tsunami and returned in the tsunami.
The entire tsunami is like a door.
Miss Suzuki dared to think: Could the "gate" to that other world be a tsunami?
Speculation is groundless, but people do exist objectively.
Suzuki Sonoko's fingertips pointed thoughtfully at the three words "Gao Li Yao", and her right hand took out her mobile phone and clicked on the address book in one smooth movement.
The screen lit up, and Intelligence Agent 01 was communicating.
"Hello?"
The voice coming from the receiver startled Yuanzi for a moment.
Because every time I talk to Meizu Ling, it's after returning from a long-awaited time travel, and that sense of strangeness never goes away. The basic process is [first the eardrums are hit by the pleasant voice again], and then [I can't remember the person's name no matter how hard I try].
So the nickname "Intelligence Agent" in the mobile phone represents all impressions.
In fact, having this communication name is enough, but such communication behavior requires higher dialogue skills.
She flipped through the information with the name Gao Li wanted on it and said in a serious and solemn voice, "It's me."
She originally wanted to say [It's me, Suzuki Sonoko] to prevent the other party from forgetting her, but before the deep pause after "It's me" was over, the other party started talking on their own.
"Have you caught a cold recently?"
A pleasant male voice asked her this in a familiar tone. Upon closer listening, she could actually hear a hint of surprise in the voice.
Sonoko: ...
Sonoko: "What are you surprised about?"
"Because I heard that idiots don't catch colds."
Mimasaka Rei answered as a matter of course.
Yuanzi actually regained a sense of familiarity between the two sentences and said angrily: "If you curse me again in a roundabout way, I will hang up the phone!"
Mei Zuoling chuckled: "You called me for help, and by hanging up on me, were you threatening me or insulting yourself?"
Yuanzi was suddenly speechless.
Mimasaka Rei: ...
Mei Zuoling: "Aren't you going to refute it?"
Sonoko asked, looking a little bewildered. "You're right. Am I speechless?"
One of her few good qualities is that she "admits her mistakes and never argues." She just made a stupid mistake, so it's not nice to get so angry about it, right?
Mei Zuo Ling lost the game for no reason and started holding her breath for no apparent reason.
——Suzuki Sonoko did not refute, so she called this time to ask him for help!
——In other words, this woman only remembers to call him when she really wants help!
And when she asked someone for help, she couldn't even say a nice word!
But if she could speak that, she wouldn't be the daughter of the Suzuki family...
On the other side, the daughter of the Suzuki family, who tacitly regarded these exchanges as favors, said straight to the point: "Please help me find someone."
It's still that familiar way of speaking that abuses interjections.
Mei Zuoling felt his ears itching again. The beautiful woman in the red dress sitting next to him calmly returned to her original seat. Seeing that the call seemed to be going on for a while, she glanced at the wine cabinet unintentionally, as if she suddenly became interested in the things inside. After observing for two or three seconds, she stood up and pointed outside, indicating that he should go out and get some drinks.
He is considerate without being noticeable, and never asks about any additional official business.
Boss Meizuo raised his hand and patted the beautiful woman's lower back, nodding in agreement.
Ten seconds later, in the private space left by the beautiful woman, the big guy lay on the sofa and yawned: "Name."
"Call Gao Liyao!"
Ms. Suzuki seemed to be waiting for him to ask this question - which was even more infuriating, because this guy seemed to be sure that he would agree - the sad thing was that he actually asked it.
Over there, Sonoko muttered in detail, "Just look up his biography or something. I'm not interested in the person, but what he went through during those three years he disappeared. If you can't find out (if Gao Li really went to another world, then there's a 99% chance that you can't find out), then just tell me where he is now. The more detailed the address, the better."
She wants to ask herself!
Mei Zuoling frowned, feeling that the name sounded familiar.
Oh right: "Isn't that the background board in the story about the screen that Simon gave you?"
"Why," he thought of the bad things in the past and said to her with a half-smile, "Are you looking for a modern person this time?"
Yuanzi was confused: "I haven't looked for any ancient people..."
Mimasaka Reikan said, "Have you forgotten Asari Ugetsu? In order to investigate him, you even tricked me into almost investigating Yamamoto Takeshi, whose files were taken by the Godfather family, the Vongola. Did you automatically filter out these things that caused me trouble?"
I suddenly feel more breathless. What's going on?
I really can’t recall the past. The more I recall it, the worse it gets.
The boss who was holding his breath felt a pain in his heart, as if the beautiful woman who was sober and graceful outside the glass door was not so pretty anymore. When he came to his senses, he could hear the sound of even breathing coming from the phone next to his ear.
Breathing sound.
——It’s not Dududu?!
——"You didn't hang up the phone?"
The shock in her heart and the question on her lips sounded like a duet at the same time. At that moment, Mei Zuo Ling even wondered if her phone was broken!
Suzuki Sonoko was yelled at for no reason and was confused: "Didn't you have something to ask? Why didn't you say anything just now... Did something suddenly interrupt me?"
"It's okay if I wait a moment."
The sound was so shocking that Mei Zuoling couldn't recover for a long time.
"You've suddenly become so considerate...is there some conspiracy?"
He asked very seriously.
Suzuki Sonoko:?
Suzuki Sonoko: This middleman is no longer useful. You yourself asked me to provide the era in which the target person lived... How did you come to the conclusion that I am very considerate?
Are you trying to get more money by praising her in such a roundabout and shameless way?
If Mei Zuoling could read minds, she would probably strangle her to death after hearing this - in all these times, has he ever accepted money? He said it was a favor, but he never fulfilled his promise. It was all in vain from the beginning to the end!
On the other side of the phone, Suzuki Sonoko, who had not paid again, hung up the phone quietly, worried about the middleman's brain.
On the other end of the phone, Mei Zuo Ling, who had been hung up again, was also worried about her head.
Did red wine get into his head just now?
——I just waited a little longer and didn't hang up on him directly. Why did he inexplicably think that this was very considerate?
Is this woman Suzuki Sonoko really poisonous?
On the other side, the beautiful woman pouring the wine saw him hang up the phone, and immediately handled the wine properly. Her curves were elegant and her movements were beautiful as she walked. She handed him a glass of liquor affectionately. If you look closely, you can see that even the edges and corners on the ice hockey are symmetrical.
That's what considerate is!
The next second, the beautiful woman in the red dress swung the red wine glass between her fingers and asked casually, "Did your twin sisters call you? What did they say that made you smile so happily?"
Mimasaka Rei: ...
Mei Zuoling turned her head quickly and faced the dark glass wall on the side of her face: the shadow reflected on the wall was as handsome as herself. The soft and helpless smile on the corner of her mouth had not yet been suppressed, and the smile in her eyes was so bright that she was startled.
The boss was shocked for three seconds, then his expression was instantly restored. He tilted his head back and drank the whole glass of wine. After smashing the glass, he gritted his teeth in resentment: Suzuki Sonoko is going to poison him to death!
The author has something to say: Can 7,000 words be counted as two chapters...
What Yato sensed was the aura left behind by Tomoe’s previous visit.
All I can say this time is that there will be an update tomorrow. Good night everyone.
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