"Dark Mirror?" Fox's Aid hugged his tail and connected to the database.
"There is such a thing.
Why is Lord Divine Inquisitor asking about this? "
"I heard that this can grant wishes."
Prince Ren said casually, "But there is nothing in the world that can grant wishes without paying a price, so I am a little curious.
And it is named 'Dark'... "
"Ah,
I am not very clear about this either.
This is a treasure of the Underworld. "Fox's Aid changed his position.
"Lord Divine Inquisitor should have read the information, right?"
"It is said to be the world of the dead... but there are many places with this name.
The Underworld.
Soul Society.
Hell... "Prince Ren thought of the" history "books that he had read in the Government of the Time's collection.
"Don't you know how to fight?"
"Because there are many humans.
Many people die every day. "
Fox's Aid didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his statement. "However, ordinary people usually go to the Underworld after they die.
People with obsessions and spiritual power will be led to the Soul Society, and the demons will go to hell after they die.
Everyone has a clear division of labor.
They are all formal governments, and the management rules are very standard. There won't be any problems. "
"... I keep feeling that something is strange." Prince Ren sighed. "What about the spirit world?
What is the spirit world? "
"The spirit world is the surface layer of the Underworld. It is responsible for part of the management of the Underworld."
It was still so complicated.
But..
Prince Ren glanced at Fox's Aid's eyes.
He felt that he shouldn't ask so much of a standardized Spirit-branded Retainer.
Although it seemed that he had his own preferences, like oil tofu and playing,
In the end..,
It was more appropriate to treat Fox's Aid as a robot.
A basic version of artificial intelligence?
It wasn't science that drove it, but spiritual power.
"If you are interested in the structure of the entire world,
You can use your salary to exchange for books.
The Government of the Time has a detailed introduction to each world, "Fox's Aid said.
"... Puri,
Forget it. "
So asking was the same as asking for nothing.
He did not know what the Spirit World was.
I don't know where the spirit world is, nor do I know what the spirit world detective that the cat mentioned is. There's also the Phantom Assistant … Speaking of which, can I trust what the cat said?
He felt that he had made a mistake.
Prince Ren didn't sleep the whole night. He felt like he was thinking about a lot of things, but it also seemed like he wasn't thinking about anything at all.
Since they didn't see each other the day before, everyone went to the hospital together the next day.
"Actually, you don't have to visit me so often."
Yukimura no longer had the depressed expression he had seen when he came to the hospital last night. "Everyone should do their best to prepare for next year's competition."
"But …"
"No buts," Yukimura said. "Even if I'm not here, we still have to win the National League."
"What do you mean even if you're not here?!" Sanada could not help but step forward. "Didn't we agree to rule the country together?"
"… Ah, that's right, but I don't think I can recover that quickly."
Yukimura showed a depressed expression for a moment, but he covered it up with a smile. "Anyway, I'll do my best. You can't relax either.
Especially you, Sanada. "
"Wh … What?!"
"Since the minister is not here, the deputy minister should take responsibility." He showed a sharp look. "Don't make it too ugly."
That kind of words … That kind of words …
They looked at each other for a while as they walked out of the hospital.
Sanada clenched her fists. "Yukimura …"
If he could make Yukimura act like that, then he was actually …
And what the nurse said to them yesterday …
"Is the minister's illness that serious?" Jiyuan showed a confused look.
Liu reached out and pressed Jiyuan's head. "Chiya, don't say it."
"Huh?"
"Yukimura will be back soon!" Sanada said in a low voice, gritting her teeth.
Prince Ren was a little confused as he walked home under the sunset.
In fact, he had been confused all this time.
What he could do, what he needed to do, and what he was doing.
None of the questions had a definite answer.
It was too annoying to be like this, but some questions did not seem to have an answer.
He walked on the road a little irritably.
The sun soon set. The night of late autumn came faster than expected.
The street lamps and the lights in the shops on the street were all lit up.
Even if he wasn't here …
What a joke. The tennis club already had no coach. What would happen if there was no minister?
Sanada could indeed control everyone, but the tennis club was no longer the same as before.
What was different …
How would he know what was different?
He didn't know anything at all!
Prince Ren suddenly felt annoyed.
A can rolled in front of him. He stared at it for two seconds and couldn't help but kick it.
Bang!
The can rolled over a few roadblocks and rolled forward.
Prince Ren stood still and took two deep breaths. He laughed at himself.
What was he doing? Throwing a tantrum here …
He looked in the direction where the can disappeared. It was fine if he couldn't do anything, but he still had to make garbage?
He ran in the direction where the can disappeared.
"It should be here …" The alley far away from the main road was not very gloomy. The moonlight reflected by the street and the street lamps mixed together.
Prince Ren found the can with the help of the light.
He picked up the deformed can and looked around for a trash can.
But the sign in front of him attracted his attention.
"… Noodle house?
Is there a noodle house here? "He usually took this road home, right?
Although he was just passing by, there should be containers in this alley, not a noodle house.
And the aura coming from this noodle house …
Was it spiritual power?
He unconsciously walked toward the door of the noodle house.
It was as if he was separated by a membrane, but also as if he had passed through a door.
After taking two steps forward, the originally quiet shop suddenly became noisy and playful.
"What, Youzhu, why are you so lucky!
Miss Ying, this is already the third one, right? "
"Shut up!
It's you who is too bad! "
"Hey, what's there to be proud of? Anyway, Tibetan horses are also …"
"Hey, hey, why are you talking about me?"
…
Huh?
Youzhu?
Was it … the "Youzhu" that he knew?
Prince Ren knew that he should not be so reckless.
But after he stepped in here, everything seemed to be out of his control.
Whether it was the action of pushing the door or the action of asking after pushing the door …
"Hey?"
He awkwardly stretched out his hand and waved to the people sitting around the cashier of the noodle house. "Excuse me?"
"We have a customer." The short man jumped down from the stool. "Then Youzhu, please help me."
"Hey, Fei Ying, I haven't agreed yet, you …"
"I'll go first."
The man didn't pay attention to the response of the people at the counter. He pulled on his mask and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Prince Ren couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
"Then, I'll go back too.
Originally, I wanted to find Miss Ying to reminisce about the old days. "Another tall man also said.
He walked around the counter and went to the back door.
There were only three people left in the noodle house.
Prince Ren wondered why there were no customers.
And the current atmosphere was really … so awkward.
"What? You actually left so fast.
Hey, Tibetan horses, don't even think about leaving.
This is your business. "The man in front of the counter, who should be the boss, leaned over the counter.
The red-haired man in front of him raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes."
After saying that, he turned around and waved to Prince Ren, who was standing in the same place and didn't know what to do, "Ah, nice to meet you.
Do you want to eat a bowl of noodles?
The signature noodles of this noodle house are very good. "
"… Puri?"
So how did things end up like this?
Prince Ren faced a bowl of noodle soup that had just been made. He suspected that he was controlled by something inexplicable.
Whether I walked into this noodle house or sat down and ordered a bowl of noodles … Although the price on the menu is very cheap, dinner should be ready at home.
Why should I stay here?
"Don't you want to eat?" The red-haired man who greeted him just now sat beside him.
Prince Ren had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with this seemingly gentle red-haired man, but at the same time, he also had a similar degree of vigilance and even a little inexplicable fear.
He could feel that this man also had spiritual power, and it was very strong.
Of course, the noodle boss also had spiritual power …
What kind of strange place was this?
"Well …" He hesitated for a moment and put down his chopsticks, "Excuse me, are you 'Spirit Detective'?"
"Oh?" The boss who was leaning over the counter raised his head, "Are you looking for me?
Did the son of the King of Hell ask you to come? "
What does this have to do with the King of Hell?
"No, no, I just want to know about the 'Dark Mirror' …"
"Ah, where did you hear about the Dark Mirror?"
The black-haired man suddenly beamed with joy, "Hey, Zang Ma, have our deeds been widely known and become legends?"
"… How did you come to such a conclusion?" The red-haired man sighed helplessly.
"Imp, why are you asking about the 'Dark Mirror'?" The man suddenly turned his head and asked.
Prince Ren was still confused, but he did not feel any sense of danger.
He thought for a few seconds and felt that since he knew nothing, it would not matter even if he said anything. He would not gain anything if he did not say anything.
"I just heard that, well, a Spirit Detective named 'Yousuke' used the 'Dark Mirror' to fulfill a wish.
I also heard that the 'Dark Mirror' is a treasure of the Spirit Realm. "Prince Ren blinked," You're that 'Yousuke'? "
"Hahahaha, I knew it, our deeds have indeed become legends!"
The black-haired man suddenly became excited, "I'm the Spirit Detective Yousuke you mentioned, full name Yousuke Urafon, a big hero."
"… Oh."
"Oh, what's the reaction?"
"The reaction of not knowing anything," Prince Ren said.
He asked tentatively, "So, can the 'Dark Mirror' really fulfill a person's wish?"
"Of course.
But Imp, why are you asking this, do you want the 'Dark Mirror' too? "Yousuke Urafon waved his hand," That's impossible.
The 'Dark Mirror' has been put away by the son of the King of Hell.
And what are you going to do with it?
Zang Ma wanted to save his mother … "
"Yousuke, you talk too much," the red-haired man said.
"This is a rare opportunity to publicize our glorious deeds, what's wrong with saying a few more words?"
"Don't you like to play house with children, huh?
So childish? "The red-haired man sneered," Alright, stop wasting time.
Finish what you have to do, you don't want to keep Miss Ying waiting, right? "
"That's true …" Yousuke Urafon scratched the back of his head, "Hey, Imp, do you also want to fulfill a wish?"
Prince Ren was silent for a while, then picked up the chopsticks in front of him again, "Sure enough, you let me in on purpose, right?"
"Is it that obvious?" Yousuke Urafon pretended to be surprised, "We did it on purpose."
Ah, so did I really fall into a trap?
No, rather, the whole thing was very strange.
Whether it was the Maneki-Neko that suddenly mentioned the Dark Mirror or the shop that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Although he knew nothing about it, the feeling of being manipulated by others and being forced to choose the only path …
Prince Ren pinched the chopsticks and tasted the noodles, and was surprised to find that the taste was indeed not bad.
He began to eat the noodles in silence, and the two strange adults beside him stopped talking.
"Thank you for your hospitality."
When he put down the chopsticks again, his mood was more or less adjusted, so he looked up at the black-haired man who seemed to be waiting for him to finish eating, "If the 'Dark Mirror' can really fulfill wishes … is it with you?"
"Do you know what the 'Dark Mirror' is?"
"You just said that Zangma Sang used the Dark Mirror to save people.
So, the Dark Mirror can really cure illnesses, right? "
"That's not wrong." The black-haired man laughed, "But, do you know the price of using the Dark Mirror?"
"… Price?"
"The Dark Mirror can indeed fulfill a person's wish, but the price is a person's life."
The red-haired man continued, "At that time, I had the belief that I would use my life to exchange for my mother's life.
How about you, are you willing to use your life to save the person you want to save? "
Life?
If that's what you said …
"But you're still alive now," Prince Ren said.
"That's why I said, Zangma, your words are not credible at all." Yousuke watched the show from the side.
"Shut up." Zangma glared at Yousuke.
He looked at Prince Ren again.
The silver-haired child did not seem to be frightened by his words. He was indeed smart to be able to think of a response so quickly, but …
"Hey, hey, Zangma is not wrong. The Dark Mirror does require a person's life to fulfill a wish.
But, I was there at the time.
Zangma and I paid half the price, hahahahaha. "Yousuke laughed heartily.
Prince Ren looked at him in confusion.
"Shut up, Yousuke." Zangma facepalmed.
"Anyway, I do have the Dark Mirror here, and I can give it to you.
But, what price do you want to pay for it? "Zangma gave up on trying to create an atmosphere and asked directly.
"Speaking of which, what kind of wish do you want to fulfill?
Save someone? "Yousuke asked curiously.
"I have a friend who's sick …"
"Terminal illness?"
"That's not it."
Prince Ren recalled the doctor's diagnosis and the dream he had. "Although it's difficult to recover, it's not impossible to cure."
"If that's the case, why are you looking for the Dark Mirror?
If it's something that can be solved by doctors, just believe in science, "the Youdu assistant said in a serious tone.
Prince Ren was speechless.
You're not wrong, but …
"Hey, maybe you're unhappy that you can't share the pain as a friend?
Or maybe you think the treatment process is too difficult? "
Yousuke touched his chin and guessed, "Or maybe you've experienced something tragic …"
"Sorry to interrupt."
Prince Ren was speechless. "I heard that the Dark Mirror can grant wishes, so I wanted to give it a try."
"Even if the price is your own life?"
"I don't know that the price is my life," Prince Ren said confidently. "Even if you say that, I don't know if it's true.
What if you're lying to me? "
"You have a point." Yousuke nodded. "How about this? There are many other ways to cure a disease.
Right, Zangma? "
"… Huh?"
"Don't you have a lot of strange plants?
Don't you have any that can cure diseases? "
"Yes, there are …"
"But you don't know what illness my friend has." Prince Ren felt that these two people were very suspicious.
"It doesn't matter. As long as it's not a terminal illness, it can be cured."
Yousuke was not worried at all. "If it's not a terminal illness, then different treatment methods won't cause a backlash from the law … Ah, did I say something wrong?
Just pretend that you didn't hear it. "
Prince Ren was speechless. What does this guy want to do?
"Anyway, instead of using the Dark Mirror, why don't we sign a contract?
We'll cure your friend, and you … "
"Me?"
"You can participate in a competition half a year later, and then take over as a spirit detective after the competition," Yousuke said. "You heard our conversation, right?
Ying and I, ah, my wife, have a child again. We really don't want to be a spirit detective, which requires running around everywhere.
Anyway, you're a student, and you have more energy and time. The treatment in the spirit realm is also good. Why don't you consider it? "
Prince Ren was speechless. Why does this sound as unreliable as the introduction of the Government of the Time?
"We can sign a contract. If we use spiritual power, there's no way to fake it. You can feel this, right?
And the treatment method of Zang Ma's plant will definitely not have any sequelae!
Although it will take some time, it will definitely be faster than a doctor, and you won't have to pay any other price. What do you think? "
"It sounds …"
"Sounds?"
"It sounds like a lie," Prince Ren said bluntly. "How can we achieve our goal without paying any price?"
Yousuke felt wronged. "Then why do you still want the Dark Mirror?"
"… I said I'm just asking."
"Then why don't we sign a contract like a 'deposit' first?"
Yousuke proposed. "I'll let Zang Ma try it first. I guarantee that it won't have any negative effects on your friend's body. If the effect is good, we can continue to sign the contract."
"… Ah?"
Under Yousuke's constant eye contact, Zang Ma sighed helplessly.
He turned over his palm, and there were two seeds in his palm. "The one on the left is used to adjust the body's state.
The one on the right is used to share the host's perception. "
"Share perception?"
"It's actually a kind of sensory transfer."
Zang Ma said, "It doesn't have any other function. It just shares half of the host's perception with another person.
For example, if Yousuke and I use this seed separately, and he is the host, when you punch him, he will only feel half of the pain, and I will bear the other half.
According to what you said, since your friend's illness is not terminal, maybe it will be more difficult to bear?
If it reduces half of the pain … do you want to try it? "
"I …"
Prince Ren finally agreed to give it a try.
No matter how he thought about it, this matter was not bad for him.
Moreover, Yousuke's statement was too inexplicably like the Government of the Time.
So, are all the organizations now trying to recruit people?
Are people who can use Reiki so popular?
Isn't employment a big problem for society?
But since I've already promised the Government of the Time, it doesn't seem to be a problem to have another spiritual realm.
The contract signed with Reiki directly affects the soul. When Prince Ren signed the contract, he felt a powerful force from the two people.
It was like a boundless sea, silent but also emitting a chilling aura.
He thought that there must be something special about him.
Forget about the Government of the Time, for such a powerful person to take the initiative to sign a contract as if it was a gift …
What is my identity, or what do I possess? What is it?
Am I not an ordinary high school student?
He walked out of the noodle shop with these thoughts in his mind.
"Phew."
Looking at the closed door, Yousuke breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally … Are high school students nowadays so difficult to deal with?
Weren't we easily persuaded by the son of the King of Hell? "
"It's your fault for being too reckless," Zang Ma said bluntly.
"It's your fault for not saying anything," Yousuke said.
Zang Ma picked up the tea in front of him. "I was just observing.
After all, he is the descendant of that lord. "
"Ah, that lord actually made a request to us through the son of the King of Hell. It's unbelievable."
Yousuke leaned back on the counter again. "But no matter how I look at it, that kid is just an ordinary human."
"You used to be an ordinary human too, Yousuke," Zang Ma said, "A demon's power is hidden in his soul. He won't always be a human."
"Oh?
You have a high opinion of that Imp? "
"No."
Zang Ma shook his head. "On the contrary, I haven't seen such a naive and gullible fox demon for many years."
"Is it okay for you to say that about your own kind … But he is indeed just a human now, not a fox demon."
"Not the same kind," Zang Ma retorted, "I'm a demon fox."
"… I don't feel any difference.
Well, anyway, we have completed that lord's task. It's a relief. "
Yousuke stretched. "If there are no accidents, I can get rid of the position of spirit detective next year."
"Do you trust him that much?
He is a child who is watered and raised in a greenhouse. "Zang Ma frowned slightly." That lord spoils him too much. "
"But just like how that lord found you and me, since he proposed to let that kid participate in the Dark Martial Arts Tournament, it means that the kid already has enough power when the tournament starts.
Like you said, he is a 'flower' watered in a greenhouse. "Yousuke waved his hand nonchalantly.
Zang Ma stared at the tea.
His face was printed on the surface of the water.