My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 May 1, Saturday, at nine o'clock in the evening.

　　 Chiyoda-ku, the hospital of the nine departments headquarters.

　　 Yamamoto Tadakuni stared at the white ceiling blankly, and the image before his unconsciousness lingered in front of his eyes.

　　 "Yamamoto, go!"

　　 In the gloomy woods, Bride Luo's claws pierced her chest, and Senior Suzuki issued the last command before he died.

"boom……"

"boom……"

　　 Inoue-senior shot all the bullets, drew his saber, and stopped in front of him.

　　 "Yamamoto, follow the signal left by the locator and explode the passage with a bomb. Go back now!"

　　 "No!" Yamamoto Tadakuni shook his head painfully.

　　 "I want to fight with seniors."

　　 "Hurry up, you are a communications soldier, remember your own duty!"

　　 "But..."

　　 "Don't be fussy." Takaki Inoue turned around and threw a small box over.

　　 "This is Lao Tzu's wedding ring. You can give it to my fiancee for me."

　　 "There is more."

　　 "Tell Niijima Captain, after tonight, I will be the man she will never get!"

　　 "Hahahahaha..."

　　 In the rain at night, the saber turned into silver light, cutting through the raindrops falling in the sky.

　　 He rushed forward and never looked back.

　　 The consciousness is still a bit vague, and there are some fragments of memory.

　　 Yamamoto Chungbang jumped up from the bed, then fell down.

　　 The large and small wounds on the body are holding the nerves, and every time I breathe, I will feel severe pain.

　　 I have no strength, so there is no reason to fight.

　　 But that's not right.

　　 I know better than anyone that I have no power.

　　 But you can't stop because of this, even if you die, you can't stop.

　　 Someone knocked on the door lightly, Yamamoto Tadabang turned his head and looked over, the Snow Girl in an OL costume leaned against the door and looked in.

　　 "Is it better?" she asked.

　　 "Captain Niijima..." Yamamoto Tadakuni said in a hoarse voice, "Seniors, all are dead."

　　 Despite being prepared, Niijima Risa still felt dizzy at the moment this news was confirmed.

　　 was like a bomb exploded in her mind, her open mouth, wreckage, screaming, leaves, sand and gravel--all tightly intertwined, hit her slender shoulder.

　　 This feeling is too uncomfortable and too familiar.

　　 Niijima Risa rubbed her painful temple and came to the bed.

　　 "Tell me about that night."

　　The intermittent speech sounded, and the ordinary but great little people shone with eternal glory in the memory.

　　 Niijima Risa just listened quietly.

　　 The light of the incandescent lamp above his head is no longer peaceful, it is more like fresh glass shards, constantly penetrating the skin and sticking to the heart.

　　 The head, the broken arm, the intestines, and the liver kept drifting past the eyes. A paper face appeared deep in the memory, and then disappeared, like a fleeting foam.

　　 Those are never seen again.

　　 Yamamoto Tadakuni finished speaking and looked into her eyes, hoping to see sad eyes from her who was as cold as a snow girl.

　　 Except for the swollen eye circles because of staying up late, there is no abnormality on her face at all.

　　 The clock ticked, slowly and loudly.

　　 In the end, Yamamoto Tadakuni didn't wait for anything.

　　 Nijima Risa just said lightly: "Take care of your injury, what's the matter, wait until the injury is over."

　　 After speaking, she stood up and walked outside the door.

　　 "Captain Niijima." Yamamoto gritted his teeth and asked stubbornly: "Have you ever liked Inoue-senpai?"

"No."

　　 "He thought of you until he died..."

　　 "Thank him so much, I will remember."

　　 Coming out of the ward, Nijima Risa stood in the long corridor decorated with a long string of small lights, and walked slowly out along the long corridor.

　　 went downstairs, there was no one around, and the sky was dull like concrete.

　　 I don't know where, there is a sound of low water.

　　 It turned out to be raining again.

　　 Niijima Risa came to a small, heavily guarded building, and in front of her was the familiar, heavy, opaque door.

　　 Before pushing the door in, she looked up at the depressed night.

　　 The **** of fate has no compassion, and the long night of God has no end.

　　 The flesh is just time, the time that keeps passing by.

　　 People's life is not necessarily magnificent and full of energy. It is often the life scenes that are staged every day and are closing curtains that determine how we live.

　　 is flying and jumping like dust in the night sky, just like our life, but some people try their best to dance the dust out of light.

　　 When I lowered my head, there seemed to be light in the dark night, and the moment the withered flowers were in full bloom, the translucent petals showed a psychedelic color that was almost golden.

　　 walked into the door, it was an empty hall.

　　 There is a lamp hanging from the roof, emitting a soft green light outside the green glass lampshade,

　　 A red-painted solid wood bookcase, a pendulum clock hung above the bookshelf, and a huge steel table in the middle of the room, full of debris, bound handwritten information books, scattered pens, yellowed printing paper, etc.

　　 A rough and handsome middle-aged man with a thick black beard looked up from the steel table.

　　 "Arakan Section Chief." Niijima Risa gently nodded in greeting, and came to him.

　　 Huangjuan Daisuke put his hands on his chin, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation?"

　　 "Tadakuni Yamamoto has woken up."

　　 "Is there any important information?"

　　 "A spider demon whose spiritual power fluctuates by 9000-10000 points is definitely the bride of the network."

　　 Huangjuan Daisuke's expression became solemn, he stood up, walked heavily to the side of the data cabinet, bent over to search for a while, and then found out a bunch of data.

　　 Back to the steel table, he threw the documents to Niijima Risa, then leaned on the back of the chair and pressed his fingers around the eye sockets.

　　 Niijima Risa picked up the document and flipped through it.

　　 It records a battle that took place ten years ago.

　　 An attack by the monsters led by Yatengu towards Sensoji Temple.

　　 The battle that lasted for three days and four nights resulted in 1,200 deaths before and after the battle, and the residential buildings near Sensoji Temple were also reduced to rubble during the battle.

　　 A sense of powerlessness controlled Nijima Risa~www.wuxiahere.com~ She personally saw the battle ten years ago, because at that time, her home was living near Sensoji Temple.

　　 That hell-like miserable scene, absolutely no one wants to experience it a second time.

　　 In the crevices of the years, the original memory has become a **** piled up with many broken pictures. Even if you think about it for a whole day, it is difficult to piece together a complete picture.

　　 To some extent, this may be a good thing.

　　Risa Niijima comforted herself like this, turning her puzzled eyes to Daisuke Aramaki.

　　 Do those things have anything to do with the current Chidago Tunnel?

　　 Huang Juan Daisuke turned around and looked at the window sill outside.

　　 squinted her eyes with her back, as if she couldn't bear to turn her head back to face her.

　　 "At the end of that battle, Yatengu was besieged by Shinto and was severely injured. After escaping to Senjuin, he was sealed under the cemetery by the Tokugawa family with a Yata mirror."

　　 "In the past ten years, the spiritual value of Chidagoya we have detected fluctuates, showing a downward trend year by year."

Niijima Risa suddenly felt a chill. "The section chief meant that Yatengu was using the grievances of the cemetery to restore his own strength, and the bride of Luo appeared in Chidagoya to help him break the seal. ?"

　　 "It's just a guess. Of course it would be better if it wasn't, but I'm afraid it is really the case."

　　 Aramaki Daisuke pondered for a moment, and then issued a battle plan.

　　 "Captain Niijima, please lead your team to the Cemetery of Xianshouyuan to investigate the current situation of the seal."

"In the tunnel, I will contact Asakusa Shrine and ask them to deal with it." Aramaki Daisuke looked at the ceiling blankly, and said in words that only he could hear: "After all, the whole thing is blunt, it belongs to their Xia Xi family. Housework."