"Ah? Is Sister Yexue's brother... gone?" The girl looked at the porcelain jar, as if her innocence had gone too far, and asked a question that was so silly that it bubbled up.
How stupid...can living people be put in urns?
"Yes, it disappeared a long time ago. Tokyo is too prosperous for us." Miyamoto Noyuki said softly, still patiently.
"Ah, isn't the bustling Tokyo good?" Madoka tilted her head and asked.
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that there are too many people. After burying the deceased, you may not be able to tell which grave is which after decades. Tokyo is too lively, and there are singing and dancing at night... It makes people think
It’s hard to be clean at all.” A faint sadness seemed to trickle through Miyamoto Noyuki’s eyes.
"Yes, there seems to be no night in Tokyo. The streets are even more crowded with pedestrians at night than during the day. Although I have never been to other places and don't know what it's like at night in other places, but I read in my brother's diary
I have seen it in Kagoshima, and the night in Kagoshima is very gentle." Madoka said with a face full of beautiful reverie, "There are no kaikos and dancers there, but crickets and frogs will sing at night, and there is a mysterious torii gate standing in front of the cave in the mountain.
, it seems like you can travel to a different world by passing through those torii gates.”
"Another world?" Miyamoto Noyuki has basically concluded that this girl named Madoka cannot be a law enforcer.
Those law enforcement officers who are either careless or arrogant each have a burning sense of distance. It is the untouchable distance between "ghosts" and people, just like the distance between her whose files are marked red and freedom.
Out of reach, even out of reach.
But the young girl's words even seemed a little stupid and did not bring her any sense of distance at all. Instead, they revealed an inexplicable kindness.
"Yeah, it's a different world." Madoka nodded seriously, "I heard that Hayao Miyazaki's "Princess Mononoke" was shot in Kagoshima, and the inspiration came from reality. People say that the torii gate there
Connecting the past world and the present world, you can travel through the past and see the villages and forests of a hundred years ago, where ghosts lived."
"Ghost?" Miyamoto Noyuki suddenly became speechless.
In fact, she is not very good at communicating with others. Maybe she has been locked up for fifteen years. Even the most optimistic person will develop problems after being locked up for fifteen years. The only way she understands the outside world is to watch Japanese TV series and movies.
In the prison of the monastery, in every lonely dusk.
The monastery regularly organizes movie screenings, most of which are healing movies, such as "Green Book", "Forrest Gump", and "Heidi and Grandpa"... half of the purpose of showing these movies is to entertain people.
In terms of humanitarianism, half of it is to let these guys who have been abandoned by fate feel a glimmer of the beauty of the world through the positive healing stories on the screen.
But basically no one buys it. In their opinion, showing a movie praising freedom to people who have no freedom is like giving a table of delicacies to people who are about to starve to death. They are not allowed to eat them. It is cold and cold.
Irony. It is strictly stipulated that everyone must watch for half an hour before they have the right to leave. Everyone spends their time sitting on the chairs in the church, sitting on pins and needles.
Hayao Miyazaki is a famous master of healing comics. Of course, his "Princess Mononoke" was also played. At that time, there was a lot of abuse in the church, and those grumpy guys learned that they were about to sit in silence in front of a cartoon for half an hour.
For a moment, I was almost going to collapse. But after half an hour, almost no one was willing to leave. They were all attracted by the green and deep forest and the mysterious animal gods and couldn't take their eyes away.
Just like a group of birds longing for the blue sky, no matter how much they yearn or flap their wings, they can't fly, because the cage that traps them is called fate - the fate of being a "ghost".
Ye Xue sat in her seat for a long time that day. When the movie ended and everyone went to be interrogated by the law enforcement officers, she remained silent in the darkness, refusing to withdraw from the afterglow of the story, and her tears fell silently.
Ye Xue really wanted to tell the girl that there is no "different world" or "ghost" in this world. These are all childish fantasies. Girls should basically get rid of this kind of unreality after graduating from junior high school.
It's really in poor taste...but when the words come to my lips, I can't say them out.
Because the self who refused to withdraw from the movie in the dark was also a little warmed by this childish and completely absurd fantasy...
"It's true." Madoka said with a very firm tone. "It is said that as long as the ashes of a dead person are placed in a porcelain jar and buried in the quietest and most beautiful mountain in his hometown, his soul will pass through it in the middle of the night.
He walked through the nearest torii gate and returned to the village where he was born, living a carefree life as a ghost. Sometimes he would occasionally think of his former relatives or friends, and he would pass through the torii gate again and come to the real world, entering that world at night.
In a person's dream, there are messages such as 'The weather will get colder, wear more clothes and live well', and then leave before dawn."
"So Sister Yexue, your brother is not here. You bury him in the softest soil in your hometown. The sound of crickets and frogs will wake him up at night, and he will become a ghost and continue to live in front of us.
You are nowhere to be seen...but he can see you, and he will always look at you and watch you live freely in this world." Madoka said softly.
Miyamoto Noyuki was stunned, her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't say a word. Only now did she understand that the serious-looking girl in front of her was actually not stupid or childish at all. She said so many ridiculous things, weaving
She created a fantasy fairy tale just because she saw the sadness flowing in her eyes.
She thought she was immersed in the sadness of her brother's death, so she used her imagination as a literary club cadre to tell herself such a warm story. Maybe the girl was really so innocent in her heart... In short, Ye Xue could feel it.
The sunshine-like warmth seemed to penetrate her pores and warm her heart, causing a crack in her fifteen years of haze. The splendor of the world fell to the ground there, and then took root.
"Thank you." Miyamoto Noyuki has never thanked him so sincerely in his life.
"No, I just felt like my sister looked like my brother just now." Xiao Yuan said, "My brother is always like that, far away from the crowd, looking a little... pitiful. So when I saw this car,
When you are alone, sister, you always feel like you are seeing your brother, but your brother is with me, so I can talk to him, but sister, your brother cannot talk to you."
"But there is Madoka, Madoka, you make me feel very warm." Miyamoto Noyuki touched Madoka's head and said softly, "I don't feel lonely now."
"Really? Really? So I am so good?" Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "Sister, do you feel hot? I only wore a thin layer of stockings, but it was so hot that the stockings stuck to my legs.
Already."
"It's true." Ye Xue raised his head and looked at the air outlet, "The air conditioner temperature seems to be turned on very high."
"Dear passengers, please pay attention. Passengers, please pay attention. An emergency announcement is being broadcast now. Due to a control system failure, the air-conditioning system of carriage No. 8 failed, and the temperature of the carriage increased uncontrollably. The conductor is making repairs. In order to express his apology, the passengers of carriage No. 8
You can move to the VIP compartment, we have prepared free afternoon tea for everyone in the VIP compartment." The train conductor's voice sounded on the radio.
"I'm so lucky. I got a free transfer to the VIP carriage and free afternoon tea. I was able to perform the unique trick of eating three ice creams in one go." The boy in the goose-yellow woolen sweater high-fived excitedly.
"Hurry up, let's get a good seat with a view of the scenery first. Not far ahead is Jianshan Mountain," said the girl sitting next to her.
Everyone was happy to go to the VIP car. The seats in the VIP car were spacious and comfortable, and the price was three times that of the ordinary car. Passengers got up in pairs, picked up their luggage and walked to the VIP car holding hands. No. 8
The carriage was empty immediately.
Madoka walked to her seat, pulled the man's sleeve and said something. The man didn't say a word. Madoka looked a little anxious. She took the man's hand and tried to pull him up, but the man stubbornly stayed there.
On the seat, Madoka sighed and sat down as if resigned to her fate.
Miyamoto Noyuki kept looking at them from beginning to end, her ears twitching slightly, and there was a glimmer of light in her eyes.
The passengers had almost evacuated from the No. 8 carriage. Miyamoto Noyuki asked softly: "Why don't Madoka go to the VIP carriage?"
"I want to go." Xiao Yuan sighed slightly, "But my brother doesn't seem to want to go. He doesn't like to stay in crowded places, so I'll stay with him."
"I don't like crowded places either. I'll stay with you." Miyamoto Noyuki said.
"Ah? Isn't it such a pity, sister? I heard that the VIP carriages have free senbei and ice cream cakes." Madoka looked regretful, "You just stayed with us or something..."
"It's a pity, I really don't like crowded places, but I like ice cream, and I haven't had it for a long time." Miyamoto Noyuki smiled, "Can you help me get an ice cream? Lemon flavor, I can
Watch over your brother for you."
"Roger! The target is matcha ice cream, let's go now!" Madoka waved and said goodbye to Car No. 8 and Miyamoto Noyuki with a smile.
Smile brightly.
Miyamoto Noyuki also smiled and waved, bidding farewell to the girl she just met Ogaoka...and this free world.
The smile is sad.
As Madoka's figure disappeared from sight, the front and back of Car No. 8 were instantly closed. The heavy iron doors were tightly sealed, and the windows were lowered several layers of steel plates, blocking out the beautiful scenery of the mountains and forests and the warmth of the sun. Inside the car, there was silence.
Like death.
"Actually, you've noticed it, right?" The man in the black trench coat spoke slowly, his voice was like sake, and he didn't have the occlusion of an autistic person at all.
"Yeah." Miyamoto Noyuki responded calmly, "That girl's heartbeat suddenly increased when she held your hand. This shouldn't be a reaction between a brother and a sister."
"Why don't you run away?" the man asked.
"Can you escape?" Miyamoto Noyuki asked.
The man was silent for a while, then took out an ID card from his windbreaker. The golden badge showed a half-rotten giant tree. He wore a silver ring with gentian pattern on his index finger, and a dark red scabbard sword.
The hem of the clothes under his ribs was exposed. He leaned the knife next to the seat in the aisle separated from Miyamoto Noyuki, and slowly pressed the hand with the silver ring on the handle of the knife.
"Is Yuan Zhisheng? The young master of this generation of the family?" Miyamoto Noyuki said softly.
"Yes, Kassel College Japan Branch, Director of the Executive Bureau, Executive Officer of Minamoto." The man nodded, "Do you know me?"
"You should have heard of it." Miyamoto Noyuki nodded.
"I forgot, after all, you were once an important member of our family, Miss Miyamoto Noyuki." Yuan Zhisheng looked at Noxue from across the aisle, "It would be great if all 'ghosts' were as peaceful as you.
Now. We can chat, drink tea, and I can try to satisfy you with whatever you want in the last few minutes of your life, and then you die under my knife before going on a rampage, that way my job will be much easier."
"I never said that I was a peaceful person, but no one cared about my opinion." Miyamoto Noyuki said, "You locked me up because of my brother's rebellion. In the monastery, I was locked up every time.
Fifteen years, and then a lifetime, until I die. You law enforcers have never asked me any questions. Other red people can still live with the hope that one day they will turn yellow and then green, but
Hope and freedom never belong to me. If you say I am a 'ghost', I will always be a 'ghost'..."
"If you think about it again, is it just because of your brother?" Yuan Zhisheng interrupted the woman's increasingly excited narration.
The woman was stunned, her hands holding the porcelain ossuary trembled slightly, as if she was afraid that some forgotten memories would come flooding back.
"Miyamoto Noyuki was born in Kagoshima in 1972. He was brought to Tokyo by his brother Kenjiro Miyamoto in 1979. He is extremely talented in medicine and pharmacy and is self-taught. He was admitted to the medical research institute under his family and assisted researchers during his employment.
Completed several important breakthroughs." Yuan Zhisheng read the woman's life story, and his calm voice wandered back and forth in the carriage, "In 1995, that is, fifteen years ago, you completed a research that could change the history of mixed races.
You have improved a certain potion. This potion can rewrite the genes of hybrids, allowing a hybrid's bloodline to be infinitely purified. However, this potion has fatal side effects...it will turn normal people into 'ghosts'!
"
"Don't say it... don't say it..." Miyamoto Noyuki murmured with empty eyes.
"The family didn't know the inside story until fifteen years ago when a man named Miyamoto Kenjiro lost control of the medicine and killed his wife and family members, and also cut off one of his own arms. The matter was finally exposed. He was seriously injured and was
The fierce ghosts took you away, but you couldn't escape. You were immediately controlled by the family and investigated thoroughly."
"Didn't I ask you to... stop talking?" Miyamoto Noyuki's face was twisted and he gasped.
"It wasn't until some time ago that we followed the clues and found out the origin of the original potion you improved, and it actually came from the Fierce Ghosts." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed, "From the beginning, you have been a member of the Fierce Ghosts, am I right?