(a)

Nalan's black SUV was parked on the dirt road at the bottom of the hill at Moriya Shrine, and one step further was the steps up the mountain. The morning sun and morning dew hit the front windshield of the car, and the air was filled with the smell of cold and fresh morning mist in the countryside.

It's time to go home.

"Alright, kids!"

Nalan closed the trunk of the car, turned to the crowd and shouted:

"If there's anything left behind, check it! It's too late when you get back!"

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

Nalan followed the sound and looked up, only to see Nabo Reimu, dressed in a brand new high-end fur coat that had not yet had time to be cut, running down the stone steps with large bags. The high-heeled shoes struck the bluestone slab with a rapid "click" sound, like a machine gun.

This goods have recently had some money, and when I have time, I went out to shop for goods, and the loot that has accumulated has been so much that I can't lift it on both hands. She had to put the clothes she had found on her body one by one, stuff the smaller leather bags into the large ones, pack after bag, and carry his ten or eight handbags in one hand, barely enough to carry everything at once.

Now she was as bloated as a big leather ball, staggering and panting when she walked, and the large and small packages swayed with her steps, hitting each other, making a "whoa" and "whoa" sounds.

Originally, so many things should be carried several times, but this Reimu is stubborn and hard-suited Hercules, so he has to bring them all at once, so there is this funny and ridiculous scene. Nalan Yu was worried that if this guy mixed garlic under his feet and rolled down the steps so mellowly, then those precious gold and silver jewelry, perfume and leather goods would be spilled all over the ground, how would it end.

Thankfully, that didn't happen. Reimu finally descended safely, tired as a dead dog. Seeing this, Eryan Yizang on the side hurriedly caught up, took the large string of handbags and bags wrapped around her arm, and stuffed them into the car three times and five by two.

By the way, the books, gems and magic materials looted from Radu III's lair were all wrapped up by Pache with magic and teleported back to the Red Devil Pavilion first. If all those things were to be freed up, I am afraid that even the big trucks would not be able to move.

In short, the last passengers are in place, and the group that came out of Gensokyo can already leave for their hometown.

"That'...... We're leaving!" shouted Nalan Twilight.

When everyone had gotten into the car, he stood in front of the car and looked up the stone steps up the mountain. A little higher up, there is a resting platform, where the family of three of Moriya Shrine stands, smiling and waving goodbye to the people below.

"Have a nice trip!" Sanae shouted on tiptoe, waving one hand vigorously and trumpeting the other in front of her mouth:

"Except for Reimu, drop into the stinking ditch with your pile of rotten luxuries as soon as possible!"

"Do you want to die!"

Reimu poked her upper body out of the window and shouted with her fists. Others are more laughing in return.

"Frog-Child-"

At this time, the window on the other side was also rolled down, and Flandall's little head came out of it, and exclaimed happily:

"I'm free to come to the Red Devil Pavilion to play!"

"It's Suwako, you idiot!"

The god on the steps shouted, but he was smiling, which was completely different from the unhappy appearance of the "frog" a few days ago.

"Sister Sanae, and the two gods, although I can't see your body, I still thank you very much for your care in the past few days. ”

Nalan said this, raised his voice again, and said loudly:

"Well, I'll leave it now!"

(b)

The engine roared, and the car gradually drove away. Suwako stood on a high place, quietly watching the black SUV disappear into the mist in the distance.

"Now, Kanako. She tugged at Kanako's skirt and looked up, her eyes lit up, "When are we going to move to Gensokyo?"

"I said......" Kanako looked at her with a wry smile on her face, and said, "Who cried and shouted that night that I would rather die in my homeland than leave, ah? Who came? I have a bad memory, can you help me remember?"

"That'...... That's ......"

As soon as she heard this, Suwako's face immediately turned red. She writhed and grinded there for a long time, and finally simply shook her hands and played with her temperament:

"I don't care! I want to go to Gensokyo!"

"Okay, good, go, go......!

Seeing her like this, Kanako has no choice but to come by her temperament.

I saw Kanako with her head down, rubbing the back of her head, sighing lightly, and saying to Suwako with a distressed face:

"But, Suwako, you must know that this move is not an overnight thing. At the very least, you have to wait until everything is ready and ready before you go, right?"

"Then, when is it time to be fully prepared?" asked Suwako with a golden light in her eyes and an excited expression.

"Just wait for ......"

Kanako said, pausing. Sanae stood in front of her, silently looking in the direction of the car. She looked at Sanae's back and muttered:

"Let's wait for Sanae to grow up a little more......"

(c)

"Home...... Sweet home ......"

The long vacation is over, and Reimu returns home, not the Red Devil Pavilion where she lives, but her real home, Hakurei Shrine.

While the group was on vacation, the restoration of the Hakurei Shrine had been completed. It is worthy of Kappa Heavy Industries, which was picked up in October and completed in November, without delay.

Reimu unloaded his luggage at the door of the shrine, then pushed open the door of the shrine, and took a deep breath of the long-lost, familiar, and unfamiliar taste.

"Unexpectedly...... Normal......" she glanced around and muttered to herself.

The rebuilt shrine has been restored almost as it was in its original form, and there is no improvised element in it, not even a penny in the cash box, which is so realistic that it makes people feel sad.

Therefore, there are no special defense devices, no underground secret bases, and no other bells and whistles of trial-made high-tech equipment. Hakurei Shrine is still the same Hakurei Shrine, but it just looks new.

"Forget it, it's true that it's plain!"

With just one sentence, Reimu got rid of all the troubles related to the shrine, regained his enthusiasm, and threw himself into another thing.

That thing is, some money.

"What are cats ~ shrine maidens ~ Reimu ~ doing?"

Humming a song, she picked up the silver suitcase full of bills.

Reimu has been blindfolded these days without looking at the price, jumping into the mall is a crazy purchase, and buying luxury goods is the same as buying vegetables. Even so, the cash box was still full, and the money in it was truly "rounded up to 100 million", as if it would never be spent.

Next, she wants to open a few piles of banknotes, hold them in both hands and sprinkle them to the sky, and make a rain of banknotes in her own home. She had wanted to do this a long time ago.

"Hmph, let me ...... well"

When she opened her suitcase, her singing and words came to an abrupt end. The smile of happiness faded away, and her expression became harder, colder, and more like a brick.

The box was still green, but it was no longer a ticket with numbers printed on it.

The full box, all of them, was full of verdant leaves, green and fragrant, fresh as early spring shoots.

"I ...... My money ......"

For the first time, there is money that can be squandered at will...... For the first time, there is a brand new shrine...... This was supposed to be a double happiness, but why did it come to this?

Reimeng's mouth was open, his face turned pale, and his body trembled, as if he had a terminal illness. The things she had experienced this morning flashed before her eyes like a rolling film. She remembered the moment when Eryan took her suitcase in the name of helping, the moment when she threw the box into the car, and the sly smile.

Everything has become so clear, and everything is already too late.

"That dead tanuki—"

On that day, this voice full of remorse and anger hovered over Gensokyo like a ghost, refusing to disperse for a long time.

(iv)

“Pick up the phone. I'm always home.“ (Grab the phone, I'm always at home)

“Call me anytime.“ (Feel free to call me)

“Just ring 36 24 36， hey!“ (Just dial 36 24 36, hey!)

“I lead a life of crime.“ (I live a life of sin)

“Dirty deeds， done dirt cheap!“ (Dirty things, easy to do)

“Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.“ (Dirty things, they do it too easily)

The car stereo is playing the classic old songs of the AC/DC band, Eryan Yuzang is sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand, shaking his legs and shaking his head, and his feet have not let go of the accelerator.

On the passenger seat next to him lay two silver suitcases, full of money. One box is hers, and the other box is "Shun" from Reimu, so it's hers too.

"Fair remuneration. ”

This is the explanation of this by Yuzo.

"So, where do you go for a drink at noon?"

Thinking so, she stepped on the accelerator hard, and drove the car farther and farther amidst the roar of the engine and the loud rock music.