On weekdays, Kohata Tamon, a kabuki performer, is only responsible for performing, while Kohata Himezuki serves as her husband's agent and assistant.
In addition, Ji Yuelai is naturally responsible for the driver's job, and she has to drive her husband to the performance venue.
In addition to the face, Kabuki hands are also extremely valuable, so after arriving at the theater, Ji Yue had to carry the luggage.
Before the performance officially starts, Ji Yue has to say hello to her husband's colleagues seriously and communicate with the theater management and the audience who come to watch the performance.
After everything is ready, she will sit down and watch the live performance.
In order to maintain the image of a famous family, Kohata Jiyue must always sit upright during the whole show and cannot make large and inappropriate movements at will.
For all this, Kobata Jiyue is very familiar with and used to it.
"welcome."
"Mrs. Xiaobata, you are just as dazzling today. I am looking forward to Domon's performance today."
Kobata Jiyue stood at the entrance of the theater and politely exchanged greetings with an old woman wearing a kimono who came to watch the performance.
Both sides bowed to each other.
And the moment he bent down——
"Indecent!"
Kobata Jiyue heard the old woman's voice.
She raised her head in surprise and saw that the other party was just standing with a kind and meek face.
"Disqualified!"
"She called the police, right? It's such a shame."
"I have no concern at all about the reputation of the Kobata clan, and I have no concern about the reputation of the Kobata family."
"Is this considered a famous family?"
"..."
Xiaobata Jiyue looked around again.
Those well-dressed and well-behaved guests still looked natural, but the sudden, noisy and harsh sounds kept coming from them, like a tide coming from all directions.
They're talking about "that thing"...
That happened last year.
The reason is actually very simple. Obata Tamon looks as gentle as jade, but in fact he is fond of drinking and sex, and often hangs out in various bars in Ginza.
Last year, he caused trouble due to drinking and got into a head-on fight with someone in a nightclub.
Kohata Jiyue, who was still at home at the time, learned the news and hurried to the scene and called the police.
Subsequently, the police and reporters arrived, and the scandal was published in the newspapers the next day and made public.
In response to this incident, the Obata couple bowed and apologized to the media and the public many times.
As a result, Obata Takamon stopped performing for a period of time before finally finding the opportunity to come back.
Regardless of how the public views this incident, the Kabuki industry, as well as Obata Jiyue's husband and mother-in-law, all blame Jiyue for the mistakes in this incident.
They think this woman is stupid.
How could she call the police?
If she had rushed to the scene and chosen to communicate privately to calm the situation, she would not have been involved in so many troubles in the future.
What? Can’t communicate?
That means Kohata Jiyue is not doing things well.
Stupid and incompetent.
It was precisely because of this incident that Kohata Jiyue, who had never given birth to a boy, could not hold her head high in front of her mother-in-law.
After she was burdened with the shackles of guilt such as "smearing the Obata family", she could do nothing else but apologize day after day.
Kobata Jiyue's expression became painful, and she covered her ears without regard for dignity.
The next second, these sounds finally stopped and solidified, and the gray mist once again filled the sight.
The three-color Kumaori puffed out smoke and slowly appeared.
It spoke again: "You regard it as your responsibility to protect the face of your husband's family, because you are a model wife in the eyes of others, and you are a side chapter of your husband's family."
The mist solidified into a strange mirror.
Kobata Jiyue raised her head stiffly, and she saw complex rough lines outlined on her face.
Red, blue, brown.
Paradoxical, mysterious, and mysterious.
The three-colored Kumaori has covered her face...
…
Even though his vision was still filled with gray mist, it looked like an illusive scene, but Obata Jiyue suddenly heard a loud roar from the stage musician.
"Eh~~~~yo~~~~~"
This shout is probably similar to a storyteller’s gavel, used to attract the audience’s attention and tell everyone——
The show is about to begin.
Yes, the show is about to begin.
Obata Jiyue could still see the inexplicable mist, but at the same time, the theater stage and audience seats also appeared in front of her.
It protrudes slightly from the middle of the stage, and the lights above illuminate the foggy stage.
The audience in the audience wore formal kimonos and sat dignifiedly on their seats. Among them were gray-haired old men and women, as well as young men and women.
The mist that squirmed like mosquitoes covered their faces, making everyone's faces blurred, but they didn't seem to care about it. They just drank drinks and watched the actors perform on stage.
Messy drumbeats sounded.
Her husband, Tamon Kobata, appeared on the stage and performed a dance with overlapping emphasis and changing flows to the accompaniment of music.
The lights flew across the stage like shooting stars and bloomed like fireworks.
The kabuki actors on stage continued to dance according to strict rhythm and rhythm along with the lyrics and drum beats. Their dances were agile and powerful, like birds circling and fish swaying.
Her empty eyes reflected the dazzling brilliance and powder on the stage, as if she had forgotten the unreasonable foggy environment around her, she was unusually quiet, just sitting decently.
"Kabuki..."
To be honest, Obata Jiyue doesn't like kabuki performances.
In fact, every time she watches a performance, it is torture for her.
Perhaps because she has been forced to learn related boring knowledge since she was a child, she can even be said to be disgusted with this art.
Because she has studied it, she knows everything about Kabuki culture.
She can appreciate it. She will see how her husband's turning movement on the stage perfectly interprets power and beauty. She also knows how delicate and vivid the next expression will be. She knows that her husband is showing off his full strength on the stage.
Every inch of skin, every muscle and bone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yes, she knows everything.
But she just doesn't like it.
Just like cilantro, some people love it and some people hate it.
This kind of likes and dislikes has nothing to do with right or wrong.
However, Obata Jiyue's father is a Kabuki, and her husband is a Kabuki. If she has a son in the future, her son will still be a Kabuki.
Regardless of whether she likes it or not, she will always have a seat in the audience under the stage.
Bang bang bang.
As soon as the climax came to an end on the stage, the audience began to applaud.
Kobata Jiyue was sitting, just habitually clapping her hands in harmony with the surrounding atmosphere.
Like her husband who is performing on stage, she is also an object of appreciation.
She knew that there were also pairs of eyes lurking in the audience, staring at her.
Obata Jiyue is like one of those kabuki characters, strictly following the script of her life trajectory, and performing the image of her model wife unfailingly.
But as long as she suppresses all her emotions, she just needs to do this.
The next second——
The applause and music on the stage stopped.
It's not the kind of natural, scattered stop, but like the mute button of a noisy TV suddenly being pressed, like a painting suddenly peeling off and turning into black and white.
Everything around him seemed to freeze unexpectedly.
Xiaobata Jiyue came back to her senses and looked around.
Her brain seemed to be thinking normally again.
Originally, she thought that if the surrounding situation changed so quickly, the characters in the mist would also dissipate.
But the scene that Obata Jiyue saw was not like this.
The surrounding audience, the kabuki actors and musicians on the stage, they still exist, but they just maintain their motionless postures, everyone is facing directly towards themselves.
The fog that obscured their faces also dispersed somewhat.
Only then did Obata Himetsu realize that the strange three-color Kumatori was outlined on everyone's faces.
A series of dead gazes hit Xiaobata Jiyue with force, like mud falling from a deep pit, trying to bury her alive, suffocating her and suffocating her breath.
The crowd was like half-dead fish, numbly opening and closing their mouths, and their voices were layered:
"You are the continuation of your parents, the prequel of your children, and the epilogue of your husband's family in the eyes of others, but you are the only one who is not yourself."
The surrounding three-colored Kuma surrounded him like tombstones.
"You are the only one who is not yourself."
They said so.
Just when Kumaori and the others were about to touch Obata Himetsuki and engulf her——
Boom!
A flash of roaring thunder split open the fog, tearing out a dazzling and ferocious crack. It spread from the depths of the sky, and the roar was like the roar of a giant beast, majestic and shocking. The night sky was illuminated by electric light, like day, clearly reflecting
Surging clouds.
Wherever the lightning shines, everything is clear and clear.
In the light, there was a tall and straight figure, carrying a light indigo sword light.
At that moment, the sword's light was as bright as a meteor in the night sky, sharp and short-lived. The blade cut through the darkness with irresistible momentum, mixed with the dazzling light of thunder and illuminated everything around it. The heroic figure in the sword's light
The figure is looming, like a relief sculpture, frozen in time and space.
"You can't take 20 million for nothing. The show is over and that's the end of it!"
The man shouted like this, the majesty of the thunder and the brilliance of the sword were intertwined at this moment, and the ethereal Kumatori figures fell down like wheat stalks blown by the wind.
Then, another purple and white undergarment quickly rolled out from Xiaoban Jiyue's side, pulling her and flying towards the gap torn by the electric light...
…
"Tsk, is this the end? It's a pity that the three-color Kumatori body doesn't seem to be here."
Kamiya put Yimonji into the scabbard.
It doesn't take much to deal with the affairs of Kobata Himetsu here. He and Hannya can take care of it.
The only pity is that the three-color Kumatori who influenced Obata Himetsu is not here.
What exactly is that thing and where does it come from? We need to investigate further later.
It feels a little more unusual than previously expected.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
After squinting his eyes and looking around for a while, he finally looked away with a hint of regret, and finally Kamiya turned his attention to Kohata Himetsu.
In fact, this morning, when Mrs. Kohata came to see Kamiya, she was not in the right state.
Even Prajna can see this.
After the lady left, a little old man followed quickly according to the master's instructions.
Afterwards, Kohata Jiyue did not go home. She just held an umbrella and walked into this desolate forest alone in despair.
Talk to yourself here, have a conversation alone, and do strange actions.
During this period, Kamiyagawa stayed nearby and observed.
Until just now, in the supernatural photo left by Kohata Jiyue, her smiling face was completely captured by the three-color Kuma, and the lady herself was involved in layers of fog.
Under this situation, Kamiyagawa could no longer sit on the sidelines and think about fishing out that strange Kuma, but chose to take action to save people.
After all, after receiving 20 million yuan from someone, it was natural to ensure her safety.
This kind of professional ethics still needs to be maintained.
"Kamiya...sir?"
After Prajna pulled Kobata Jiyue out of the broken mist, he returned to Kamiya's side, leaving the dignified lady to fall on the ground in the mud.
"You seem to be awake."
Kamiyakawa nodded towards his employer.
"I just……"
Kobata Jiyue reluctantly got up from the ground, trying hard to recall what happened just now, but she didn't know where to start.
In short, this exorcist saved himself?
"It's not just now, it's actually been half a day."
"Then, what about Kumaori?"
Kobata Jiyue didn't have time to think about the current situation and quickly asked the questions she was concerned about.
"I won't bother you anymore, but I still don't know where that thing actually is. But don't worry, I will do a good job in after-sales service." Kamiya said in a tone that the matter was over.
"So, that photo, where is my doppelganger?" Kohata Jiyue asked again.
"Ah, you said this."
Kamiyakawa took out the supernatural photo and shook it.
In the photo, the Kumatori on Obata Jiyue's face has disappeared. She stands among the crowd dressed in black and with a heavy atmosphere, with a bright smile, which is particularly abrupt and conspicuous.
Except for her, everyone in the photo is still in a state where their faces cannot be seen clearly.
"Madam, you seem to have recovered a lot. I think now I can ask you some questions that I didn't ask you this morning."
"You didn't ask for permission?"
"Yes. For example, where did you get this photo?"
"From……"
Kobata Jiyue was about to answer, but was choked.
Yeah, where did this photo come from?
When did it appear next to me, and when did it get noticed by me?
Kohata Jiyue couldn't recall such an important key issue.
It's like I never cared.
"Well, it seems to be pretty much what I guessed." Kamiya observed the change in his employer's expression, "Then, the next question. Madam, you told me this morning that you would never appear at the funeral in the photo.
So do you know whose funeral the photo belongs to?"
"Whose……"
Kobata Jiyue's messy black hair was stained with mud and water, and her clothes were full of dirt. She was still stunned and her eyes were dull.
