Chapter 4 - Reincarnation Part 2

On the other hand, a middle-aged man with a good range… He is 33 years old this year, although middle-aged, and maybe the same age as… but I've been training… It's easy to imagine that he has a sturdy build. even over his clothes.

Speaking of clothes, I'm wearing an upscale white coat that's sewn on top and bottom, and unfortunately, there's a bright red stain on the belly... Yes? Is it blood that looks like a stain? Is that even my seppu?

No way... it wasn't even in the Edo period...

He has tanned skin, but his dented eyes and high nose are not Japanese… maybe somewhere else. Trimmed hair and mustache is ... purple? Is that aunt in Osaka?

To make white hair look unobtrusive and beautiful, it seems better to dye it light purple, but it is not clear whether it is right or wrong that auntie came to dye it dark purple. I feel like I usually do it on TV or other informational programs.

Is this the wrong mouth? No, if you look closely, even her eyebrows are purple.

Well… I wonder if a foreigner who came to Japan died from an accident or something…

Hard to believe, but judging from the conversation I heard over the top of my head, I was hit and died instantly, but it gave my soul the ability to repair, so if I return to my body as it was, I will be revived. That is why.

And once again… just like before, online gaming and withdrawal life… Hmm… I hesitated a little but swooped down hard towards the body of the middle-aged man lying next to me.

When I noticed, I was in a pitch-black room.

Yes? I believe I helped an old woman who was about to be hit by a car... what happened then?

When I tried to move my arms and legs, I immediately hit something hard.

From a body point of view, it was like lying on your back on something as soft as a mattress.

"Hmm... -... Why so early... If you can talk to me, a better solution..."

"...Why did you die? Play more..."

Then, as the sound of sobbing echoed, I could hear the voice of a woman crying right next to me.

Hmm... what kind of situation is this?

Moreover, a very narrow enclosed space with a wall about a dozen centimeters in front of me... There's a part I can think of... I must have been hit by a car, so maybe I died in an accident. Wasn't it revived for some reason?

If so, it's in a coffin... If I don't tell everyone that I'm still alive, I could be sent to the crematorium.

I couldn't hear everything clearly, but the voices I heard near me were probably my mother and sister... well, if I died, they would be in tears for a while... they were a little relieved...

"Don't do that..." I put my strength in both hands and pushed the board in front of me with all my strength repeatedly.

"Hit ..."

The crying sounds stopped all around… That's right… The coffin that was supposed to contain the dead man started to make noises… It was scary and was about to leave the coffin…

"Don Don Don Don" "Doggon" After that, if you keep hitting the top plate repeatedly, you will hear a dull sound for a while, and eventually the big plate in front of you will slide down from the side and your field of vision will widen.

As expected, I was in the coffin and it seemed to be forcibly opening the lid that was glued together from the inside.

I wonder if it's a church somewhere... The high ceilings are colonnades, and the slope of the roof can be seen for what it is, and the soft rays of the sunshine through the stained glass windows. ….

When I woke up and looked around, there was a stranger.

"You are you?"

A beautiful woman with yellow hair hanging down to her chest hanging back with her eyes open… The black dress was probably a mourning dress.

"Father! Did you come back to life? I'm happy..."

In addition, a girl with long yellow hair rushed over and hugged my rising upper body.

You...? Father ...? What a joke to me, who's never even had a boyfriend, let alone a wife and kids, in the 33 years of my life? Especially if you look closely, your skin color is strangely white.

Furthermore, her hair is red and blue… is that traffic light? When I think about it, I don't like purple and green men.

Hmmm... I think the clothes themselves are black suits for men and black dresses for women, which is the same as a normal funeral scene, but the character set is too bad. Even if you only bring strangers, you shouldn't go this far.

Is this that? Is this a flash mob, an amazing celebration? No, it shouldn't be, I don't have close friends to put in a fancy thing, and above all, this is a funeral chair... I wouldn't do such a thing.

I thought it smelled a little, and when I took a closer look, the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling hung with lots of thick candles, creating a soft glow. Besides, there's space on the wall... Matsuaki? It's complicated...

It took a lot of money to play pranks so far.

"Where is it here?"

Hold the shoulders of the girl who is clinging to me with both hands and gently release her, then look around and raise her voice to hear her surroundings... Is it in an apartment environment like this?

"Where... Nove Cathedral... I thought my father was dead... That cemetery... But did you come back to life? I'm so happy..."

The girl answered with a smile and clung to my body again. Even though it's a girl, it's probably about a junior high school student… It seems her breasts are protruding to some extent, and I'm pleased with the soft touch of her body.

The audience was buzzing at me suddenly surviving the coffin, and it seemed they were approaching while making zigzag glances to see the terrifying appearance.

"Oh... I don't have a daughter... who are you?"

I'm sorry to say that what would happen in public like that, but I put away the body of the beautiful girl who was hugging me and asked again while looking around.

It would be better to listen with my eyes, but I don't dare to do that.

"Father... and that... Wayne... even though the blood is not connected, Ami says she thinks he is father's son... why are you saying that again? Did your father fail at work? I heard from your mother that he died to don't disturb her family because she will be responsible for her failure, but Ami wants her to live because she can be bullied!"

The beautiful girl who called herself Ami shed big tears and wrapped her back and hugged her, probably because she wasn't torn.

Umm… smells good… comfortable… but what is it…?