Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

After the death of the resentful soul, everything was silent, and the sun shone among the grass and trees, warming the cold bodies of the two in the forest.

Hui Yuanai took a long time to find her voice, and asked dryly, "Just now... what was that..."

Well, she knows that it's either a monster or a wraith, or some supernatural creature. Don't look at her like this. She also watched ghost movies with her sister and Dr. A Li!

We need to know that creatures like scientists are generally very contradictory. On the one hand, they are unwavering in their beliefs—usually materialists, but special cases like Newton are not ruled out; There is a frightening frenzy in the realm of proving its existence, and a passion to prove it.Otherwise, how do you think APTX4869, a drug that completely violates ordinary people's understanding to a certain extent, was invented.

Rejuvenation is possible, and Haibara Ai successfully proves it.

Haihara Ai, or Miyano Shiho is such a typical scientist. She firmly believes that the world is material, and also firmly believes that those things that have not been proven to exist do not mean that they do not exist. After being stuttered by Natsume After telling the story that there are monsters in the world, her broken three views began to be reorganized with difficulty.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, although she didn't really see anything, but the inexplicable flames and screams were by no means hallucinations, and the marks on her arms that were scratched by that unknown existence clearly showed its presence With lethality, the edge of the wound was slightly scorched black, causing waves of piercing pain.

Monsters actually exist.

The impact of this kind of cognition is far greater than the pain in the body, Hui Yuan Ai couldn't help feeling dizzy.

"Haihara-san, please don't move." Natsume carefully supported Haibara Ai's arm, a white light ignited in the hand, and it passed over the wound in the air.

His spiritual power is naturally very healing. Among the many spells, healing and recovery spells are the best learned. Anyway, what should be seen and what should not be seen is seen, so he simply did it. It would be better to enhance the credibility a little more thoroughly.

In an instant, the long and narrow scar on Hui Yuanai's arm healed, leaving only a scar that was so shallow that it was almost invisible.

"My ability is not enough, the scar will take a few days to disappear." Natsume scratched his hair, and chanted a strange incomprehensible spell in front of Haibara Ai, the ones he threw out just now didn't work Then the charms flew in the air, like birds, forming a pile in his hand, "You take this one first." He picked out one and handed it to Hui Yuanai, and carefully entrusted, "If you meet again In today's situation, tear it open and run quickly, it will protect you."

The target that will be locked by the resentful soul is usually followed by monsters, and Natsume is very worried that Haibara will be hurt when she can't see it someday.

The complex textures glowed with a light golden glow under the sun. Hui Yuanai felt the palm slightly hot when she received it in her hand. There was a sharp pain like an electric shock, and she couldn't help gasping for air with a "hiss".

The drawing of this level of spells is of course far beyond Natsume's ability. In fact, this is the last trump card given to him by Kyogokuhiko. Natsume originally placed it alone, but for some reason it was mixed with another big group. He drew it himself The spells got mixed up so they couldn't be pulled out in time.

"Hey! Haibara! Natsume! Are you all right?" Conan and others called from not far away. Please keep it a secret if you can.”

Hui Yuanai looked as expected, and nodded calmly: "I will." Not only will she keep it secret for him, but she will also help him cover up some mistakes and omissions, which are not caused by sharing the same secret. I don't like it, but I think I have figured out its use for the black organization. The monsters and the like that ordinary people can't see, isn't it an excellent weapon if they are used well?

It's better to be close to him and monitor him than to let Conan think and act impulsively.

Haibara Ai, who was thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, smiled at Natsume, "Let's think of an excuse to cover up this matter before we talk about it."

In any case, suddenly rushing up and throwing people down and then dragging them away, there must be a reasonable and decent explanation to fool Conan who has already become suspicious of Natsume.

It was almost noon when the audition on the other side ended. Diarmuid put the coat on Kyogokuhiko, half knelt down and buttoned it for him. Kyogokuhiko has always been the kind of person who would never do it himself if someone else does it for him. , opened his hands to ask Diarmuid to adjust his cuffs and skirts for him, with a calm expression that made people feel ashamed.

You are not at home!Xinkai Chengshi roared in his heart, but calmly said on the face as if he was used to this kind of thing: "Would you like to have lunch together later?" By the way, discuss with him the candidate for the leading actor, although Natori Monday behaved It's brilliant, yes, but Chikui Chisato's performance afterwards is also very contagious, with a taste of natural indifference and mockery towards the world, and he is very fond of Kise Ryota's youthful sense, which is similar to a supporting role in the original work Similar overlaps, so I also want to explore Kyogokuhiko's tone by the way.

Juvenile feeling is very difficult to grasp, the right balance between youthfulness and maturity will turn into pretending to be tender or old-fashioned.

"It's free to eat, but a cup of tea is fine." Kyogokuhiko guessed what Makoto Shinkai meant when he thought about it, and his eyes were on Kise Ryota who was standing at the door and sending emails quickly, typing Natori Monday, who was chatting with the manager on the phone, and Chikui Chisato, who was fidgeting and wanted to get up and run immediately, but had to wait for Kyogokuhiko to leave because of etiquette, went around and said, "The coffee shop across the street The store is ready."

Xinkai Chengshi nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

When passing Natori Monday, Kyogokuhiko suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you from the Natori family?"

"If you are talking about the Natori family, I am indeed." Natori replied with a smile after hanging up the phone on Monday.

"It's been a long time since I saw anyone from the Natori family come out." Kyogokuhiko chuckled, "I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky."

Natori Zhou Yi's eyes sharpened, but there was still a slight smile on his face, "It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, it's always good to know more."

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows, said nothing more, turned and left with a smile.

Although hundreds of years ago he was the behind-the-scenes controller of Japanese monsters, and played games with the Yumonin family at the top of Onmyoji for mutual benefit and reciprocity. It's just a few pieces on their fighting chessboard, but time has passed, Yumenyuan's family has retired, and he has long since abandoned his halo authority.

Don't need to care.Kyogokuhiko thought lazily, the Natori family has fallen to this point, and it is a great fortune to have an heir with the ability to "see". It will take a few generations for the child who sees to be born.

The coffee shop across the street was less crowded, and there were boxes upstairs. Kyogokuhiko asked for a cup of coffee, but Diarmuido forcibly replaced it with plain water. Under the advice of "Please take care of your body." Drinking white water resentfully, he finished the conversation with Xinkai Chengshi as quickly as possible.

As expected, Shinkai Makoto offered Natori Monday and Chikui Chisato for him to choose, and Kyogokuhiko asked, "Why not someone else?" He mentioned several names, and they all performed well. The child actor made his debut with a very solid foundation, even Natori Monday showed a bit of jerky in comparison.

"Because if Artest is a smart person." Xinkai Chengshi said, "I didn't even see through the opening, and they would have been out when they walked in."

The audition arranged by Kyogokuhiko himself was not as simple as imagined. At the beginning, the staff said "The audition has begun, please come in." It was the first hole he dug. From the moment he walked in, Everyone's audition has already started, they are "A Tai", walking, sitting, frowning, smiling, and every move Kyogokuhiko and the others can clearly see.

"A Tai" is a smart person who can perfectly disguise himself. Kyogokuhiko needs his actors to be smart people, at least, to be able to see through the text traps he set.

It's a pity that there are too few smart people in this world.

He sighed in his heart, after listening to Shinkai Seiji's rambling remarks about Kise Ryota.

"You can arrange it." It's just a small character who played less than 5 minutes and even the original author can't remember his name. He doesn't mind selling it to the director, "I believe in your professionalism."

Laymen don't interfere with the work of insiders. If it weren't for the fact that the leading actor is too important, Kyogokuhiko might just let it all go to Xinkai Chengshi and only be responsible for the final collection of money and distribution of accounts.

Shinkai Makoto mentioned a few actors and characters he was optimistic about and discussed with Kyogokuhiko, no matter what he thought in his heart, he showed enough respect for Kyogokuhiko, the original author and the investor, Which director would not like an investor who doesn't dictate to him, which director would not want to be able to monopolize the power and do everything according to his own ideas, Kyogokuhiko released enough kindness to him, and he also returned enough respect, and he will make money in the future. It's good to communicate.

Before sending him away, the cunning and calm director jokingly mentioned a perfume commercial he was about to shoot, and asked the bodyguard behind the young master if he was interested in earning extra money, but Kyogokuhiko flatly refused. He gave a business card with a smile, half sincerely and half politely said that there would be a chance to cooperate in the future, which made Kyogokuhiko look very embarrassed.

Holding the business card, Diarmui felt it was hot. Seeing Kyogokuhiko's face, he either threw it away or put it away, and nodded in embarrassment indiscriminately to deal with Xinkai Chengshi. pace.

"That...you..." He coughed twice, and tentatively called out to Kyogokuhiko.

"Huh? Aren't you going to the dessert shop?" Kyogokuhiko turned his head, with a clear smile on his face, where there was no trace of indifference and displeasure, "Why is your face so ugly?"

He smiled and patted Diarmuid's chest - originally intended to pat his shoulders, but the difference in height was too far, "Keep the business card away, I'll treat it as a holiday for you when I go to play someday."

Diarmuid breathed a sigh of relief and put away his business card. Since he had no way of knowing why Kyogokuhiko's mood changed so quickly, he attributed it all to the role of Daifuku, the ice-skinned glutinous rice and plum.

For the young master, there is nothing that a glutinous rice dumpling can't solve. If it doesn't work, then add another Diarmuid.

The knight, who has never had enough skill points in such good things as scheming, was completely unaware of the hidden demonstrations and warnings of Kyogokuhiko's intimate actions that surpassed the relationship between the bodyguard and the employer, and did not realize at all that Shinkai Makoto used him The intention to show good intentions to Kyogokuhiko, and the silly appearance from beginning to end subtly made Kyogokuhiko feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

It seems that his own knight is a little more shrewd about his own affairs, what should he do if he leaves himself.

The young master thought complacently, and said with emotion in his heart hypocritically.

Diarmuid shivered as if he felt something, and brought two plates of glutinous rice dumplings to Kyogokuhiko, "This one is filled with blood glutinous rice and plum, and this one is a new product with plum iced cream filling."

The dessert shop decorated with the theme of tender pink forest mostly attracts little girls, and occasionally a few boys basically come with their girlfriends, so the two of them are particularly conspicuous.

Especially when both of them have a good appearance.

Needless to say, Diarmuid has a handsome face with a strong exotic style, and a black suit complements his good figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. He sits on a small stool in the dessert shop and pours tea for the boy opposite him. , the light golden eyes shone like water, unconsciously calling countless girls, maybe a few teenagers, wishing to drown in them.

The boy with black hair and black eyes sitting across from him had a cool aura, but the cheeks of the two balls were bulging like a contented cat. The contrast was so cute that the girl sitting near him blushed and wanted to push him down. Rubbing the soft black hair vigorously in his arms.

The sudden "click" of the camera could not be concealed from the two people with keen hearing. Seeing that Diarmuid and Kyogokuhiko's eyes turned to him, the girl who thought she had forgotten to turn down the camera sound stood up blushing and kept going. Bow down and apologize.

"Just shoot it." Kyogokuhiko, who is wealthy and often photographed by various media since he was born, took a few glances at the mobile phone that the girl handed over nervously, "It's not bad." He said Speaking of showing the photo to Diarmuid, the black-haired boy on the small screen of the mobile phone was holding a glutinous rice dumpling in his hands. The semi-transparent ice skin lined his hands as white as jade, and he raised his chin slightly, big and round. With half-closed eyes, the end of his sight fell on the young man opposite him who was refilling tea for him.

Eyes closed, eyes raised, intertwined for no reason to make people blush and heartbeat, the girl casually added a blues filter out of habit, in a trance, teaching the boy's cat-like pupils to project a full arrogance, like hunting The tiger and leopard in the picture, the black hair that grows to the side of the neck covers half of the face, only the corners of the lips are bent like a smile, full of indifference.

Among the dark and sharp icy tones, only the pair of golden eyes of the knight showed the only light and warm color, with a faint smile in his eyes, which made people feel a little soft touch from the bottom of his heart.

Diarmuid glanced at it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. In the past, in ancient Celtic, some people wrote books on his portrait, and even built a statue to praise his achievements. The girl said, "It's a good shot, very beautiful." He followed Kyogokuhiko's words of praise, and returned the phone to the girl, "But it's better not to do this in the future."

"I see!" The girl bowed again holding the phone, "I will definitely not spread the photo outside!"

"It doesn't matter if it spreads, you can do whatever you want." Kyogokuhiko, whose photos are everywhere on the Internet since he was a child, said lightly, "Just remember to put a code on his face, he is shy."

After hearing his words, for some reason, the girl's face blushed a little, and she said, "I will pay attention." She said that she didn't even want the half-eaten dessert, picked up her bag, turned around and rushed out.

"Let's go too." Kyogokuhiko glanced at the girls who were eagerly touching their phones, stood up and said, "Go and eat something else."

He was willing to eat, so Diarmuid naturally wished for it, "There is a shop upstairs that serves very good porridge, do you want to try it?"

"Then go." Kyogokuhiko said, turning his head to look in the direction of the window.

There is a faint smell of filth spreading over, and based on the distance, it is probably the location of the Tokyo Metropolitan Park.

Well, Natsume should be able to handle it.