My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 229 Celty's story continues.

"Om~!"

The low roar of the engine sounded, and Fujiwara Hoshizora rode a blue and white motorcycle away from the abandoned building and jumped towards the street.

I drove through a commercial street with rolling shutters, passed a large hospital with lights on its windows, and passed through a low-cost residential area.

Quietness has returned to Ikebukuro late at night, and the only thing in sight is the brand-new streetlights that stand out.The dim yellow light quietly illuminated the dark asphalt road, and a black motorcycle quietly bit into the butt of the blue and white motorcycle.

Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at the rearview mirror. On the black ghost-like locomotive, Serti, dressed in a pure white wedding dress, gritted his teeth tightly, with a slightly scary expression.

Occasionally, one or two concise words popped out of her mouth, Fujiwara Hoshizo couldn't understand, but he guessed it was Irish, and from the angry tone, it was probably similar to "bastard", "don't go", "I'm going to kill you" or something like that.

The current scene does not look like a lover eloping with his newlywed wife, but more like a new wife chasing her newlywed husband who has an affair.

very headache.
Fujiwara Xingkong did not expect such a change in Celty. He originally thought that the headless horseman would disappear directly, but he did not expect that the part that disappeared was only the urban legend, while the original part of the Irish goblin was kept. down.

As to why this happens, I don't know.

Ignoring this for now, the more important question right now is - is this Celty now, or is it my Celty?
The body undoubtedly is.

So is the mind.

But memory, certainly not.

So, how to face this new Selti?
Fujiwara Xingkong immediately thought of the countermeasure, and quickly avoided her.Then, contact the members of Section Nine and send her back to her place of origin.After all, she came here illegally, and without legal status, she cannot be allowed to stay in the country.

Although there is a bit of ruthlessness in doing this, it is the most appropriate way.The Celty in front of her has completely lost her memory of the past 20 years. To her, Fujiwara Hoshizo is a complete stranger.And to Fujiwara Hoshikong, she is just a stranger with the same appearance.

No matter how much he deceived himself, the Celty he liked had already disappeared.

Besides, Yukino Risa really might castrate herself.
However, the black locomotive's bite was too tight, no matter how hard Fujiwara Xingkong tried, he couldn't shake her off.

The bride in the wedding dress is driving a black ghost-like locomotive on the street late at night. This picture is quite beautiful.From her skillful shifting, cornering, overtaking and other movements, it can be seen that although Celti has forgotten the memory of the past 20 years, her body is still the same as before, and the essentials of riding movements are probably already It's stuck in her muscle memory.

So, the way she rides herself
The bright night sky of Tokyo hides the flashing neon lights of the city, and the street lights below are stretched in forests, forming a huge spider web criss-crossing between the streets.

The two motorcycles crossed the national highway between Ikebukuro and Shinjuku one after another. After entering the narrow residential area of ​​Nishi-Shinjuku, they gradually stopped.

Fujiwara Xingkong parked the car and stood in front of his house, thinking about countermeasures quietly.

Less than two meters away from him, a locomotive with a black engine and wheels was parked under a lamppost. Celti, who was wearing a wedding dress, got out of the car and approached him step by step.

Fujiwara Hoshizora noticed that she was holding a sword instead of the familiar scythe.

What a hassle
What should I say?
I've used your body before and it's very good.

If you say this, he will probably be killed directly.

It would be nice if it was a completely stranger woman, how fun would it be to fight directly
"brush!"

The sharp sound of breaking wind pierced the air, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the throat.

Fujiwara Xingkong thought about whether to shed a few tears and make an affectionate confession like Zhou Xingchi, but after trying it, he had no choice but to give up this idea.

He is very happy now, no matter how much he can't squeeze the tears out.

"Miss Sturluson." He pondered for a while, then said slowly, "I'm a good person."

Selti replied to him: "Ní thuigim a bhfuil á rá agat."

Fujiwara Hoshizora: "..."

Can't understand.

Irish is such a small language that I don't usually think about it, let alone learn it.

The two looked at each other, Fujiwara Xingkong frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and asked again: "Do you speak English?"

Celti stared wide-eyed and was silent for a moment, then said jerky and difficult: "Only know a little."

Then, her hand holding the sword moved forward a little further, until it was only 0.1 centimeters away from her throat.

The rhythm of blood spattering five steps!
Xingkong Fujiwara felt the chill behind him, and almost forgot that the Irish and the English were blood feuds, and if an Irish goblin spoke English, he would be courting death.

The sky was as dark as if it was covered with a cover, and the transpiring heat at night made the air extremely dry. After standing for a while, I felt that my lips were going to be dry.

A baby's cry came from a certain house, followed by a lullaby sung by a mother.Probably the sound coming from the window, maybe there is a happy family nearby.

After a stalemate for a while, the expression on Celti's face was almost unwavering, only the occasional ripple in her pupils could make people aware of her complicated mood now.

It's strange to say that when she had no head, Fujiwara Xingkong could easily guess what she was thinking, but now that she has a head and an expression that can be used as a reference, she becomes ignorant.

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked at the sword pointed at his throat, then pointed at the tablet held by Celty's other hand, "That ipad can be used as a translation machine."

Celty didn't understand what he was saying at all.

She really only knows a little bit of English.

Those Anglo-Saxon barbarians, who wants to learn from them!

Her memory ends 20 years ago. At that time, there was no such thing as a tablet computer. Fujiwara Hoshiku rubbed his nose, thought for a while, and slowly reached out to the ipad: "We need to talk to about"

His hands gradually got on the tablet, and Celti hesitated for a moment, shaking his head.

Although she didn't know what this thing was, she saw the video saved in it when she randomly opened it just now. How could she give this thing to him again?

Fujiwara Hoshizora didn't bother to care about what she was thinking at this time. The most important thing at the moment was to ensure smooth communication. If the communication between chicken and duck continued, the matter would not be solved even at dawn.

As soon as he exerted force on his hand, the tablet was in his hand, and then he directly turned on the screen, and the half-playing video of Celty was automatically played on the screen of the iPad.

A boy named Fujiwara Xingkong was pressing on a headless policewoman, performing some kind of indescribable movement.

The eyes of the two fell on the screen at the same time, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

"..."

"..."

brush!
"Gan, misunderstanding!"

In a civilized society, it is wrong to draw swords and kill people at every turn.

Fujiwara Xingkong finally persuaded Celty, and gently tied her to the lamppost, and raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.Then he danced and gestured for a while before explaining clearly that he wanted to hold the tablet just to use it as a translator.

It took more than half an hour, relying on Google Translate, to barely explain the reason for the whole thing.

"That's how things are. About the matter between me and Celty, that's all in the past. Now you are free." After Fujiwara Xingkong finished this sentence, he translated it into Irish on the software and gave She listened to it again, and handed it to her again for her to speak.

The air fell silent again, with a little embarrassment.

Celti bit her lower lip slightly, and the soft moonlight poured on her side face, looking too cute.

Everything at present was very strange to her, and so was the man in front of her.Moreover, what he did to his body is inexcusable!

Continue to be silent.

Fujiwara Xingkong thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know what you are thinking, but I can tell you about your current situation. You entered this country without legal filing, so according to relevant regulations, you You will be hunted down by a department called Section Nine. As for whether you will face prison life or deportation, I don’t know. But if you believe me, let me help you.”

Celty snorted, looked up at the light bulb on the street lamp, pursed her lips in confusion.

She didn't know anything about this place, what she should do, where she could go, or what her future would be like.

Despite her hesitation, she still stubbornly shook her head, and the white veil on her head fluttered slightly in the night.

Fujiwara Hoshizora saw the dim light reflected in the corners of her moist eyes, which was the light of the street lamp.

Keep her, it's too troublesome; don't keep her, it's a pity.

Still, he was happy about the fact that Celty still existed.He is willing to do his best to help her and protect her.Whether it's guilt or nostalgia, in short, I just don't want to see her so confused and hurt.

The corner of her mouth slightly bent, Fujiwara Xingkong untied the rope that bound her, "You have nowhere to go anyway, so just stay at my house first."

Celti took a step back, looking at him still with a trace of vigilance, but compared with the previous murderous eyes, it has eased a lot now.

Fujiwara stared at her tenderly, so the two met their eyes.

"Stay at my house first, no one will trouble you."

"For the future, let's talk about it after you think it through. If you want to go back to Ireland, you can leave at any time."

"If you want to stay in Tokyo, I can teach you to speak Japanese, teach you to read and write, help you get a legal status, and help you find a job."

Celty glanced at the sword in her hand. After thinking for a moment, the Western-style long sword turned into a wisp of black mist and returned to the shadow she left on the ground.

"Whoo~"

Fujiwara Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief, turned and pushed open the door of his house.

Behind him, Celty hesitated for a while, and finally followed him.

It was already twelve o'clock in the evening, Fujiwara Hoshiku turned on the light, sat down on a chair at the dining table, and looked around the room.

The room was still the same as it was left the night before, the curtains were closed tightly without a gap, the flowers on the table had withered, and there was a small bag of instant noodle packaging in the trash can under the feet.

The washed tableware was stacked neatly on the kitchen sink, the clock silently displayed the time, and Celty was sitting alone on the sofa on the other side, Fujiwara Hoshiku felt that the world was more silent than ever.

Maybe it was an illusion, he felt that this silence contained a very special emotion, maybe it was because Celty had already disappeared before his eyes, but now seeing that she is still alive in this world, So there's something unbelievable about it.

After drinking a glass of water from a glass, Hoshiya Fujiwara calmed down, then walked into the bathroom, washed his hair carefully, cut his ears and nails, and put on clean underwear and shirt.

When she came out, Celty was still sitting on the sofa with her legs bent, and the iPad was tightly hugged to her chest.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

After dancing and gesticulating for a long time, I finally conveyed the meaning.Celti walked into the bathroom, and Hoshiya Fujiwara lay down on the sofa.

No drowsiness, no desire to open a book, or listen to music.Although the body is a little tired, the mood is wonderfully high, and the air in the room is silent but has a certain taste of happiness.

In the bathroom, water vapor diffused from the shower, and Celti stood under the impact of the water flow, staring at his own reflection in the mirror.

As a knight, he should hold a fair attitude and maintain his good reputation.It was he who helped him find his head back, so he should be grateful to him and repay him.

Even though he did something rude and unforgivable to himself at that time, it was another self's willingness after all, and he couldn't put all the blame on him.

But...but I'm still very angry. Anyway, it's the chastity I've kept for more than 1000 years
How could it be possible to let go like this!
Then again, why I am so proficient in bathing, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it.For so many years in Ireland, I have never thought about this matter. Could it be that it is a habit developed in the lost 20 years?
After taking a bath, waiting for the water droplets attached to the surface of the body to dry naturally, the shadow rose from under the feet, turning into a dark western-style armor, tightly wrapping Celti's exquisite body.

The seams fit perfectly, not a trace of skin below the neck was exposed.

Things are too complicated right now, and a little caution will pay off.

Celti took a complicated look at the wedding dress on the shelf, sighed, hugged it in her arms, stepped on unreliable steps, pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

Probably, now I am standing at a fork in the road, standing in front of a huge choice that completely changes my destiny.

The mind made sense of it, but the thoughts couldn't quite keep up.This situation should be a "bad" situation.

Hearing footsteps with his ears pricked up all the time, Fujiwara Xingkong immediately turned his head and looked over. The first thing he saw was a body of pitch-black armor, followed by her peerless beauty.

Like a majestic female knight, Celty exudes a noble and majestic temperament at this time.Her face is captivatingly beautiful, and her body wrapped in armor is too coquettish.Beautiful and coquettish, the two are properly adjusted, maintaining a dangerous balance.

Looking at him with sharp and flexible eyes, Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly remembered the captured female knight, the princess who became a slave, and the saint who was bought and sold...

These things always make people feel excited, but why?

Celti holds the wedding dress in both hands, watching him warily.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stood up and walked towards her.He has had many regrets and understands that some regrets are inevitable, but this time, he wants a happy ending.

The sound of cars passing by was faintly heard on the street, the street lights outside the window were dim, and the neon lights on the signboards facing the street were flickering, yellow and red, shining brightly.

"You can sleep in this room."

"A change of clothes, I'll buy them for you tomorrow, it will be uncomfortable to wear armor all the time."

"As for eating, you can eat whatever I eat. Don't cook by yourself."

Celty listened to the weird tone of the AI ​​translation coming from the tablet, tilted his head slightly, thought about it carefully, moved his lips twice without making a sound, and silently returned to the room.

Fujiwara Xingkong lay back on the sofa. This night, he had a dream.

A vivid dream that I haven't had in a long time.

In the dream, it was a blue sea, and Xia Xi's yacht swayed gently with the waves.He was lying on the deck of the yacht basking in the sun, accompanied by Yukino Risa.Xiao Zhen held the sunscreen in her hand and applied it to her sister's chest bit by bit.On the other side, Xia Xilin was reading a book quietly, and the sea breeze lifted her long hair.

Turning her eyes, Shinkawa Yuai was fishing with the spider silk spewed from her palms. Feeling his gaze, she turned back and smiled softly.

There were footsteps in the cabin, and Celty came out with a copy of "Looking Up at the Starry Sky" in his hand. Seven or eight fish heads in miserable death states stared with dark eyes and complained about the horrific experiences they encountered.

His heart was enveloped by warmth, and in the dream, he closed his eyes happily.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the world was still the same.

There was a sleeping beautiful girl in the room, with a hot body hidden under the cold armor.Softly closed lips, a heart sunk in the sea.The curtains fluttered with the wind, and the light and shadow falling on her side face fluctuated, turning into indecipherable symbols and jumping along with it.

Lying on the sofa, Fujiwara Xingkong silently stared at the closed wooden door, his shoulders quietly rising and falling with regular breathing, just like an unmanned boat floating on the calm sea in the morning.

After a while, uncontrollable laughter echoed in the quiet room.

(End of this chapter)