The gravekeeper died.

At exactly twelve o'clock in the morning, Takasugihara sat on the rooftop of a tall building, with her feet hanging in the air, touching the black cat beside her, and her eyes were dull as she looked at the full moon hanging in the sky.

The silver-white moonlight was very bright, shining on the lightning rod, and the black hair was as bright as a layer of wax.

"Meow."

The lightning rod screamed lightly and hard, then ran to Takasugihara's thigh and found a comfortable position to fall asleep.

Takasugihara gently stroked its head while humming an unknown tone.

The ethereal and illusory tune sang softly in the night. As the moonlight dragged the shadow of the building long, Takasugihara's voice also rippled like a stone falling into the water in the dark night.

...

Remembering that he hadn't seen the gravekeeper for nearly a month, Takasugihara packed up his belongings, put them in his backpack, and left the door before dusk was approaching.

Taking the bus leading to the city's suburbs and fading away from the hustle and bustle of people, he came to the hotel when the sunset was red.

The sunset dyed the entire hotel red, like a layer of red paint.

The boss's wife was still plump and sat at the front desk and was smiling.

Under the reception of the boss's wife, he naturally moved in on the grounds of sweeping the grave.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, the soul left the body, floated out of the room, and headed to the cemetery not far away.

There is a field of miraculous grass in front of the cemetery, and the miraculous grass is full of spikes, winding and undulating under the night wind.

Groups of fireflies that emerged from nowhere were flying over the mimeat, dragging on the bright and dazzling stream of light, and the dots of light seemed to be disoriented souls.

As he approached the cemetery, Takasugihara no longer floated in the air. An invisible solemn atmosphere made him fall to the ground and step forward.

There is also a layer of continuous pine and cypress between the cemetery and the fields. It has not been seen for a month. The pine and cypress seem to have not changed at all, and it is still tall and green.

It is in line with the old saying: The dead are gone, and the pine and cypress are evergreen.

The quiet and desolate night wind rustled the plants around, and the silver-white moonlight shone on the rows of cold stone tablets.

At first glance, the piles of small piles of soil that were covered at some point were very clear in the moonlight, and you could even see the traces of weathering on the pile.

So much so that a sense of inreality filled Takasugihara's eyes, as if he was only a little distance from the tombs, within reach.

Everyone has different feelings when they come to the cemetery at different times.

When Takasugarhara first came to the cemetery, she was mostly afraid of Zhuang Su; the second time was vicissitudes and sadness; the third time was not feeling anything.

Shaking this idea out of his head, Takasugihara seized the time and followed the familiar path to the tombstone of the tombkeeper.

The chrysanthemums placed on the tombstone of the tomb guardian a month ago have long been destroyed, and they don’t even know where the packaging is blown by the wild wind.

"Grandpa."

He shouted the name of the gravekeeper in his voice.

The cemetery was silent, with only the surrounding pine and cypresses shading in the dark night.

He shouted again, responding to him with endless silence.

Looking at the gravekeeper's tomb, he slowly sneaked in.

Below the dust is a coffin, and inside is a white bone.

...

The gravekeeper died.

This time I was really dead.

He is an evil spirit, belonging to the category of the undead, without a body, and living on some kind of resentment.

When the dead body completely dies, his spirit body will die completely.

The conversation the previous month is still vivid in my mind, but it turns blurred and hazy. I can't remember what the gravekeeper said, nor do I remember his appearance.

Takasugihara suddenly felt that the moonlight was a little accustomed to people's skin, and he was so gloomy.

This time I went to visit the gravekeeper, but he did not prepare any historical stories.

If the gravekeeper is not dead, the first thing he said when he met him was too excited:

"Hey, old man, I have brought you something more charming than historical stories. Qin Shihuang, Silver Dragon, and Ling Nai who live in the inner world."

But he was so angry that he didn't have the chance to say this.

Takasugihara felt sad. The brighter the moonlight, the more sad he became.

The invisible force sowed his heartstrings and played an unknown song. He stopped humming in his mouth and listened to the soul song in his body.

"Just like the gypsy, there are some people in the world who are born to be wandering nations. Wandering is their nature and belonging. They should not be sad because of death, it is just a way to the new world."

Suddenly, Miku Nakano's soft voice came to his mind.

This is what Nakano Miku said when Takasugihara took Miku Nakano to read Western literary works not long ago.

After reading literature for a few minutes, Miku Nakano pouted and looked at him.

"Sister Shanhara, let's look at the general!"

Takasugihara is still surprised that this sentence was actually spoken from her mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Takasugihara returned to reality.

"Sanjiu, Sanjiu, Sanjiu."

He lifted the back of the neck skin of the lightning rod lying on his thigh.

"You haven't done the energy harvesting work tonight yet, but you're thinking about going to bed?"

A man and a cat fell from the roof and began to search for energy on the street.

The lightning rod found a crystal-glowing energy under a bench and meowed lightly at Takasugihara.

Takasugihara rushed over, and it swallowed the energy in one bite and looked at him innocently.

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"Your cat is a real dog!"

A word came from night when the bull's head was not in tune with his horse's mouth.

The lightning rod sat on the ground with his butt, scratched his belly with his back foot, and rested on his own.

Takasugihara looked at the little thing and then floated away.

Slaughter it after it is fattened.

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Monday morning.

A rare flag-raising ceremony at the school.

All teachers and students gathered on the playground and arranged in a square array.

After playing the national anthem, the flag-raising ceremony became boring.

The leader in a suit and tie talked on the stage with a microphone, while the students in the audience stood in a slant.

The wind is very comfortable today. After the national flag is raised to the bottom of the flagpole, it flies with the wind.

The flag raising ends, taking up time for a morning reading class.

The students returned to the class in a scattered manner, in groups of three or five.

Takasugihara saw Mino Nakano in the black and red school uniform. She was wearing a white sailor suit, like a touch of snow on the top of a bare brown mountain. It was hard not to attract attention.

"What are you? You guy, looking at me like a pervert?"

Nakano Nino's Ghost Takasugihara glanced at him, stopped his slender legs, straight and seductive.

"Is the first time I met this week, are the greetings so bad?"

“The weekend without someone is easy.”

Nakano Nino spread his hands and said.

"Sanjiu, good morning."

Takasugihara saw Miku Nakano not far away and reached out to say hello.

Miku Nakano, who had headphones hanging around her slender neck, stood there in a daze. Today's black stockings jumpsuits are much more transparent than before, and the tight and white skin inside can be clearly observed.

"Hi, Shinhara classmate."

Miku Nakano nodded with embarrassment, glanced around the crowd looking around, lowering his face slightly.

"Thank you for the past." Takasugihara looked at Ri Nu and said, "I will communicate more in the future."

“Hey?”

Miku Nakano showed a puzzled look, and then the brown hair on his forehead brushed across his eyes, his face slightly red.

Did the previous incident mean touching the dark stockings?

What does thank you mean? - Thank you for your hospitality.

When going to the store to eat, the staff will say thank you for the reception. The reception means an evaluation of the completion of a service. In that case, Shinhara will regard that matter as a service.

Then his words are:

I will help you with your tutor. In the future, you can serve me again in this way. Let’s communicate more?!

Miku Nakano looked at Takasugihara, his cheeks were rosy and his hands were squirming.

"……Um."

Nakano Nino stared at the two of them, and his elbow hit Takasugihara.
Chapter completed!