tokyo creator

Chapter 111 Hakoba, his death

Hui Yuanchu sat cross-legged in the entrance hall of the main house, holding his cheek, feeling a little mentally exhausted.

He was too lazy to remember how long he had been in this courtyard and how many scenes he had watched.He only gradually confirmed that what this ruling domain represented was the past of Yukinoshita Saya.

And Yukinoshita Saya's evil spirit body is always watching the courtyard sand table from a high place, just like a child cherishing a small iron box filled with "treasures" such as his marble cards.

However, from Haihara's perspective, these events were not precious to Yukinoshita Saya at all, and could even be said to be abominable.

In this house, as the scenes change, the ages of the characters also change.Sandy night grows up slowly, getting closer and closer to the appearance Huiyuan knew; Shimokawa Maki and Matsumoto Setsuko gradually mature; Katsumi grows old at a terrifying speed and becomes more and more weird.

However, the plays performed are the same.

——Sadism, patience, sadism, patience, sadism, patience...

Looking at all this, Hui Yuan felt increasingly unbearable, and the urge to smash everything emerged in his heart.

Fortunately, he knew the final outcome in advance, so he could bear to see it now.

Moreover, as the time scale of the scene progressed, he became more energetic.Because the end of the incident, and the part he cares about most, is getting closer and closer.

According to his calculations, the scene currently displayed on the porch is very close to the time of the present world.

Outside the gate, there was bad weather with lightning and thunder, and the rain was so thick that it was impossible to see clearly the courtyard in the distance.

In the entrance hall, a pair of lovers were kissing before parting.

The man is Shimokawa Masaki.After staying at Yukinoshita's house for more than ten years, this handsome young man has become a mature man. His original evil spirit has been restrained, and only half of it occasionally leaks from his eyes and the corners of his mouth, and he has become more three-dimensional and charming.

But the woman was dressed in business attire, and she was no different from Yukinoshita Strings that Haiyuan had seen before.

Just as the information and Katsumi himself said, Strings parted ways with his brother early.Therefore, in the "ten years" that slowly passed through this courtyard, the number of times that string music appeared was only a handful.

And every time he appears, he will only visit as a "guest" and end with a fierce dispute between brother and sister.

This time, it's the same.

But there are also changes, that is, I don’t know when, Yukinoshita Strings and Shimogawa Materu formed a stable relationship.

Stable, but not enthusiastic.Just like the current kiss, it was full of restrained and calm atmosphere, just like a regular ritual such as shaking hands.

The two quickly separated, and String String began to sit down and put on his shoes, preparing to leave.Shimokawa, who was standing aside, showed a hint of melancholy.

"Xingchun, this is the first time you have rejected me?" Finally, when Stringing put on his shoes and stood up, he said helplessly: "...We have been dating for so long, I feel that there is no relationship between us. It’s a match, right? In every aspect. But when will you be willing to accept my proposal?”

"Naturally, wait until you are sincere enough."

"I carry the diamond ring with me at all times, and all kinds of documents are just waiting for your signature."

"The sincerity I'm talking about is not the money."

"What the hell is that?"

Stringer bent down to readjust his high-heeled shoes, and looked back with a somewhat surprised expression: "...I remember I said it clearly many times, did you always think I was just joking? - Xue Tetsuto, Bring me the Xue Che Dao and I will promise you."

"I've said it many times, the Xueche Dao no longer exists, it was melted into jade steel by Master a long time ago." Xia Chuan said with a wry smile, "It's come to this point, don't you believe me?"

Stringer replied without hesitation: "——Then give me the jade steel."

Shimokawa frowned.

"I've never known whether I should say..." He stared at the string string, and slowly said as if he was considering it: "That is, I sometimes feel that... the string string, among the three of us, seems to be... You are the one who is most dedicated to Xue Che Dao."

"Master cares about the sword forging technology and the name of the Yukinoshita family, so the jade steel from the ancient sword is a precious material that is difficult to find a substitute for him."

"And I just want to gain profits. So this jade steel from the original Xuecheng sword is a unique gimmick for me in future publicity."

"In other words, although Master and I don't intend to give up the jade steel, at least we have real reasons."

"What about you? Don't tell me it's because of your job. I believe that the Snow Chet Sword itself can make many people crazy, but if it is melted into jade steel, there won't be much value left... If you get it, what's the use of it?"

String String finished arranging the heel of the shoe, stamped on the ground a few times to make sure the shoe finally fit, then raised his head and said: "-Find an unknown little knifemaker, sell it half to him at a low price, and give it half to him."

"—strings!"

"...Really, don't yell at me so loudly." String String's expression finally became serious, "I told you I'm not joking. Let me make it clear this time, I don't want to own Xueche, but I want to Make sure it doesn’t belong in our house.”

Shimokawa was a little confused: "What do you mean? I don't understand."

String String sighed: "Of course you don't understand. You have only been in our house for a few years..."

"But I have personal experience. Ever since my brother got the Snow Chet Sword more than ten years ago, nothing good has happened to our family."

"My parents passed away suddenly, my brother became crazy about forging knives, and then my sister-in-law disappeared..."

"I escaped from this house temporarily, but I still feel uneasy...

"Perhaps, the only way is to send it away completely - no matter it is a knife or a pile of jade steel pieces."

Shimokawa savored what Stringer said and frowned slightly: "You mean, that legend——"

String String nodded and said: "Yes. That's it. It is said that Xue Che is basically a demon sword... Since Edo, its successive owners and other suitors will always die a bad death."

"Even if what you said is true, Xueche Dao has been fused into jade steel by my brother a long time ago..."

After a pause, she suddenly sighed again, as if she was sighing: "But look at the way my brother treats his own flesh and blood now, the curse doesn't seem to have weakened at all."

Xia Chuan's expression was a little strange, he raised his eyes to look behind the string, and reminded in a low voice: "Hey, string..."

String String was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted from the direction of Shimokawa's gaze and quickly turned around to look -

Behind her, outside the gate, Saya, who had come home at some point, was standing there holding an umbrella.

Stringer half-opened his mouth in a panic, Shimokawa also looked embarrassed, and Saya lowered her head deeply, unable to see her expression with her fingers unconsciously.

Hui Yuanchu looked at the silent scene with his cheeks in his hands and sighed unconsciously.

At this time, Saya was wearing a school uniform similar to that of a nun from the Holy Knot Girls' School. She had a slim figure, and she almost looked like the girl Hui Yuan was familiar with at first.

But Hui Yuanchu realized in an instant that the "she from a year ago" in front of him was fundamentally different from the Saya that Hui Yuanchu knew now.

At this time, Sha Ye, even when encountering an embarrassing situation where her aunt was talking behind her back about her father...although she was silent and bit her lip, she still had an expression on her face.

And just a moment later, she did something that Saya would never do now - she took the initiative to speak, breaking the awkward silence.

"Hello, aunt." She said hello politely to String String as if she hadn't heard anything, saluted, then turned around, closed her umbrella and entered the entrance.

"Well, hello, Saya." Strings responded quickly, and at the same time walked quickly past Saya and rushed to the door, "Then, I'll leave first..."

"Wait a minute, Auntie." Saya called again from behind, "Can I ask a question?"

"Huh? What?"

"Is what my aunt just said true? It's that... all the owners of the Snow Chet Sword will die." The expression on Saya's face was obviously very concerned, and she looked at String String and asked seriously.

"It's just some urban legends, don't pay attention to these things..." String looked away and said vaguely, then turned around and rushed into the rain.

Yukinoshita Saya stared at String String's back for a while, seeming to be thinking about something.

It wasn't until the string figure completely disappeared in the rain that Saya turned around - and then, she met Shimokawa's gaze.

For a moment, the girl showed a little panic.

Then she forcibly calmed down, bowed slightly to salute Xia Chuan, slightly folded her chest, and hugged her schoolbag to her chest.

Shimokawa nodded and said nothing. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze became more unscrupulous, and he even showed some kind of evil smile.

Hui Yuanchu looked at this scene and sneered unconsciously.

Ever since Katsumi was forced to watch the "forging" scene when Saya was five years old, I don't know whether it was due to Katsumi's guidance or his own nature. In the following years, the way Shimokawa looked at Saya became more and more strange.

It's not lust, but more and more like self-denial with a different "direction". ,

...Although at this point in time, Shimokawa himself may not have truly seen the true face of the abyss in his heart... But Hui Yuanchu knew what Shimokawa Zhenhui became later.

He became a copycat of the decapitator.

Unable to avoid the sight, Saya hurriedly took off her shoes in an anxious atmosphere and hurriedly walked into the corridor.

Shimochuan followed her slowly and walked inside as well.

Hui Yuanchu also followed.

The long corridor on a rainy day is dark and damp.The footsteps one after another are getting faster and faster, more and more urgent.

"Sister Jie!" Finally, the girl walking in front shouted loudly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" A voice responded from the end of the corridor.

Soon, Setsuko, who seemed to be preparing dinner, poked her head out of the kitchen.

At this time, she has grown from the girl a few years ago to a mature woman, with long hair in a bun and a kitchen knife in her hand that she had not yet put down.

After taking a look at the situation in the corridor, she quickly darkened her face and rushed out.

"Go back to your room." She said to Saya, and then stood in front of Shimokawa.

Shimokawa glanced at her contemptuously and planned to avoid her and continue to follow Saya - but was blocked by Setsuko again.

At this moment of being blocked, Shimokawa watched helplessly as Saya ran up the stairs from behind Setsuko and disappeared quickly.

Hui Yuanchu watched from the side and whistled happily.

At this time, Setsuko and Saya certainly didn't know the true darkness of Shimokawa, but they were pretty much the same.Anyway, in terms of results, just be wary of this person and protect Saya.

Shimokawa was not very persistent. Although he was a little resentful, he simply gave up.

But after turning around and taking two steps, he turned around unhappily.

Looking at Setsuko who was still standing in front of him with an expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he shifted his firepower and once again lowered his face and said, "Hey, Matsumoto, what do you mean?"

"You know it yourself."

"I haven't done anything yet!" Shimokawa said angrily, "What do you mean by that look in your eyes that treats me like a prisoner?"

"...I won't give you any chance." Setsuko stared at him and said softly.

Shimokawa gritted his teeth in an instant.

Then, he pushed Setsuko away hard and rushed upstairs.

Setsuko was pushed and staggered, but once she recovered, she immediately followed Shimokawa up the stairs as fast as she could, and finally caught him at the corner of the stairs.

The two entangled on the middle landing of the stairs like this.

"Let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"You crazy woman, let me go!"

"I won't let it go even if I die!"

Shimokawa suddenly gave up his advance.He turned around and grabbed Setsuko's hair with both hands, pulled her head to him harshly, glared at her and gritted his teeth and said, "That's enough! - How long can you protect her?"

"You seem to have guessed what Master was thinking, but you can't believe it, right?... But unfortunately, that thing is true.

"Master believes that Saya took away Xue Che's sword spirit when she was born. He is waiting for the day when Saya comes of age to perform a life sacrifice to give her back!"

"And you will have no choice but to watch her die!"

Setsuko's expression turned deathly gray and dazed in an instant.

It was like an insurance policy in my brain suddenly snapped.

Then, she suddenly burst out with a hoarse roar, raised the kitchen knife, and slashed towards Shimokawa.

Shimochuan's face changed drastically, and he dodged her first blow in a panic, but he also sat down on the ground.

But the second knife came right after.

Shimokawa watched helplessly as the kitchen knife chopped off his head. He seemed completely frightened and didn't even make a move to dodge.

——But the next moment, the knife suddenly moved away.

Under the stairs, Hui Yuanchu saw the whole picture.

Yukinoshita Katsumi came down from the second floor and rushed to Shimokawa at this moment, and pushed Matsumoto Setsuko out fiercely.

Setsuko Matsumoto staggered back a few steps, tripped with her legs, and with an expression of confusion, she fell towards the sky and fell down the stairs.

Haiyuan watched helplessly as Setsuko Matsumoto's feet left the steps, fell in mid-air, slowly turned half a circle in the air, and finally - the back of her head hit the wooden ball on the first floor handrail hard.

"Boom" - a low and loud sound spread throughout the whole house.

Setsuko's body bounced up half a meter again before falling to the floor, curled up and stopped moving.

From the sunken back of the head, fluid began to ooze out rapidly.

Shimokawa looked at this scene blankly.

Yukinoshita Katsumi's expression did not change.He rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the pool of blood downstairs, and then said in a normal voice: "Did you fall to death? Then call the police first."

Xiachuan suddenly shivered and woke up.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Katsumi's sleeve, gritting his teeth and said: "No - no matter who is responsible, as long as someone dies, rumors about Yuki Tetsuto will definitely spread again! Our opponents, no I will miss this opportunity!"

Keji thought about it and nodded.

He thought for a moment and said to Shimokawa: "You can drive, right? Throw her into the sea of ​​trees."

Shimochuan nodded hurriedly.

But he quickly added: "——Saya."

"I'll make Sha Ye forget about it." Keji said lightly, "...as a knife, she doesn't need to remember these trivial things at all."

He took out the one-handed forging hammer from his pocket, subconsciously fumbled with the hammer head, and walked slowly upstairs.

Shimokawa sat there and took a few breaths, then began to walk downstairs with difficulty, holding on to the handrails with his trembling legs.

Huiyuan also took action.Although he was essentially alone here, he still bowed to Setsuko Matsumoto's body with a solemn expression, and then hurriedly chased upstairs.

By the time he rushed up to the second floor, Katsumi was already standing at the door of Saya's room in the distance.

Katsuki opened the door and walked into the house, then closed the door with a bang.

Hui Yuanchu quickly rushed to the door and opened it again.

——Then, he was caught off guard and completely engulfed by the bright light pouring out from inside.

After a few breaths, he adjusted his power and was about to forcefully open his eyes under the strong light, but the light weakened.

Hui Yuanchu opened his eyes, a little stunned.

He was no longer in the hallway on the second floor of the residence.

This should also be a scene change...but for the first time, the change jumps so much.

However, if the scene change corresponds to Saya's memory.Then the scene jump means...

Hui Yuan came back to his senses and looked at the scene in front of him with a wry smile - he knew this scene.

The scene he experienced just now was the truth about Setsuko Matsumoto's death, and the scene that suddenly jumped to now was half a year after Setsuko Matsumoto's death.

This is not the main house, but the dojo next to the house.

Under the sunlight at eight o'clock in the morning, there were only two figures in the large and bright dojo.

At the end of the dojo, Yukinoshita Katsumi's clean and headless body sat slumped in front of the enshrined sword scabbard.

His corpse held his beloved one-handed forging hammer.There is blood on the hammer head.

Five meters away from him, in the center of the dojo, was Yukinoshita Saya, with disheveled hair and blood on her head.

She knelt there with her breath steady, making a gesture with her bare hands.

——Iai.

Although her eyes were blank, this time, Yukinoshita Saya smiled for the first time.

(End of this chapter)