At first, Patrick didn't understand what his friend was trying to say. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info blinked his eyes, and he decided to take the words he had just heard as an auditory hallucination: "Maren, have you found anything strange?"

"Well, yes. It's like what was just said. Still frowning, Mullen replied, "There's a virus program in the helmet." ”

“…… You're not kidding me? Your Consciousness Helmet...... Got a virus implanted with it?"

"Of course. I think my anomalous behavior just now may have something to do with this program...... Ah, sure enough. Dividing five by two to find out the main body of the program, Mullen nodded slightly, "But, Patrick, why repeat it so many times?"

"Because...... This is your conscious helmet, Maren. With an incredulous expression on his face, Patrick licked his chapped lips and replied, "The Consciousness Helmet of the world-class electronics engineer Maren Owen...... How could there be some virus program mixed in? That should be the safest helmet in the world, right?"

“…… Indeed, I admit that I was careless on this issue. Grappling with a reluctant slurr, Mullen recalled the bugs in his memory. No problem, this program - in retrospect, it is obviously inappropriate to call it a virus program - it was planted in advance rather than by breaking the firewall through a vulnerability and then acting on the brain remotely, nor did it exploit the loophole to carry out illegal operations. Strictly speaking, this behavior may be more like ...... An attempted murder orchestrated by a brilliant killer, "I bought this system after I came to Japan, and someone must have bought off the clerk to add this sleep program to the pre-built system...... But I've never heard of this sleep program having the effect of exacerbating psychiatric internet dependence withdrawal...... Looks like Professor Wood should be contacted......"

"Is the brain scientist who is working with you in the field of brain access? Is the situation so bad that you have to contact him?"

"Whew, maybe. But as you can see, as long as there is a person by your side, there is still a way to undo it. Shrugging his shoulders, Mullen put away his computer and got up from the rock, "The concern is whether this method will have worse consequences if it is applied to patients with more severe symptoms." Everything is unknown, but I don't think it's too likely. ”

"With your sophisticated analysis of this little sleep procedure?"

"Of course not. It's a simple intuition...... But I trust my instincts. ”

"Ha, yes, the intuition of the great world-class electronics engineer Maren Owen," Patrick patted the other man on the shoulder, but there was a hint of banter in his tone, "So how about you tell me with your amazing intuition, Mr. Owen, will we gain anything from this time in search of Gensokyo?"

“…… No comment. ”

It's terrible. Subconsciously, I want to irresponsibly say the nonsense of my previous thoughts, such as "Gensokyo is real" and "The Great Enchantment and the Great Barrier of Hakurei may be the same thing". There is no evidence to support these absurd conclusions......

Perhaps seeing his companion's surprise reaction, Patrick looked slightly puzzled. But then, he picked up his backpack: "Well, it seems that we'd better go ahead and eat a little more." Otherwise, in this situation where there is only one way to go, we really have no way to retreat from what beasts are attracted by the smell of food...... Do you have a gun?"

"Wait Patrick, if I'm not mistaken, most Asian countries should be gun bans. …… And I haven't been able to get a gun license or anything boring. ”

"Why is that? I've got all the licenses from all the countries in the world that allow the carriage of firearms......

"Because it's boring, guns and this stuff. Alright, let's go quickly. ”

Impatiently ending the topic, Mullen grabbed his backpack and stepped out of the passage, which had become a dead end. To his surprise, the view on the other side of the passage was surprisingly good. The green natural meadows filled his field of vision, the trees in the distance were clearly visible, and the sound of cicadas was heard through the not too hot air, giving the whole environment a strange and somewhat contradictory feeling of "summer coolness".

"Seemingly, I've found a nice place, Mullen. Behind him, Patrick poked his head out, "Hey, there's a river nearby?" Wait, I'll look up the map...... Ah, by the way, the internet connection is gone. Paper maps are in ......"

"Aha, paper maps, sure enough, are something that only explorers can equip with. Compared to this, it might be better for us to find a place to eat as soon as possible, my physical strength is almost exhausted. Looking back at Patrick, who was rummaging through his backpack, Mullen shrugged his shoulders, then put his hand on the pergola and looked around, "How are we going to cross the river and go back...... Hmmm, Patrick, do you have a telescope? There seems to be some artificial structure over there......."

"Telescopes, wait for me......" Placing the backpack on his chest, Patrick pulled out the scarred binoculars that had been with him for many years. However, instead of handing it to Mullen, he held it up and held it up in front of his eyes, "It's strange that there are some artificial structures in this place...... Hmmm, what? This ......."

"What the hell is wrong with this? Did you find the pyramids here?"

"No, no, no, certainly not a pyramid. But for us, the building is much better than the pyramids......" Putting down the binoculars, Patrick's face was visibly delighted, "It's a shrine!

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Mullen had never seen a real shrine before—he had never even heard of such a thing, I am afraid. Of course, he taught himself Japanese in his childhood for reasons that he doesn't want to mention anymore, but that doesn't mean he knows much about Japanese culture. After Patrick uttered the word and explained it, the image that came to his mind was first of all a church-like building, even a Gothic church with a tall spire, except that instead of the Virgin Mary, the statue inside was ...... Uh, kappa? That's the word, right?

But it was clear that the building in front of me and the Gothic style were not compatible at all. Walking up the long, even suspicious steps, to the sight of the red gate-like thing, Mullen knocked on the pillar with curiosity. It is clear that this supposedly decorative building has been built for many years, and the red paint on it has peeled off and looks mottled, and the words on the plaque hanging on it are completely blurred. On the other side, Patrick walked to a large box in two steps, scratched the back of his head in confusion, and turned around: "Mullen, do you have some banknotes with you? If so, lend me two." ”

“…… Paper money? What are you kidding? Shouldn't that stuff be thrown in a museum a long time ago?"

"Nowadays, paper money is still used for a wide range of purposes...... Although there is a trend of being eliminated. I don't know why he sighed, he began to rummage through his backpack again, "So, do you have precious metals or anything like that? gold and silver are fine......

"Why did you suddenly ask me for this? Could it be some custom that is unique to East Asia?"

"No, I just thought that if this is really the Hakurei Shrine we're looking for, it would be useful to take those things out and give them to you......" Patrick said as he swept all the nooks and crannies of the building in front of him, "Well, indeed, it feels dilapidated, and it's in such an inconspicuous place...... Hmmm, it seems that there are traces of someone's life......"

"Excuse me," Patrick's voice began to sound with footsteps, "Are you two here to pay your respects......?"

If you have self-knowledge, wouldn't you build a shrine where there are more people?...... However, it's incredible that there are still people at the shrine in such a remote and desolate place......

Hearing the soft words of Japanese drifting in his ears, Mullen looked away from the pillar in front of him and turned to the man standing next to Patrick. The man was dressed in a loose garment, and at first glance it was clear that it was a traditional Japanese costume and that it was not a kimono or anything like that. His facial lines are very soft, his facial features are upright, giving people a sense of trustworthiness, and it is easy to see from the slight squint of his eyes and the joy that involuntarily permeates his tone that something good should have happened to this person recently.

At least Mullen didn't think that the visit of two strangers could make him so happy.

"This ...... Sir?" Knowing that Patrick's Japanese level was not too high, at most a few common words, Mullen hurriedly walked over a few steps and talked to the comer, "Excuse me, where is this......?

“…… It turned out to be a tourist who got lost here......" Mullen's words seemed to make the man a little frustrated. But soon, he regained his spirits, "It's okay, the shrine hasn't had guests for a long time...... Speaking of which, where did you come from? The heavy rain a week ago washed the bridge down, and now there should be no way to come here from outside......

"The bridge was washed out?" Mullen was stunned, "how much water did you have here a week ago?"

"Ah, I misunderstood. Actually, it's mainly because the bridge hasn't been repaired for a long time, so it died exactly a week ago. But as long as the water recedes, the boat can be restored......" With a kind smile on his face, the man explained, "So, can you tell me where you two came from?"

"Over there," he waved his hand to signal Patrick to do what he was interested in first, and Mullen gestured again, "we found a small crack there, which happened when we were about to have lunch in the middle...... Accidents like landslides.,Anyway, it's blocked.,After coming out, I found this shrine.,So I thought I'd come over when I saw someone as soon as possible.。 ”

“…… That's a shame. If you had discovered the path you were talking about earlier, Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama wouldn't have had that much trouble......" muttered quietly, and the man nodded, "In that case, you two may be going to live here for a while." The two of them can rest assured, because there are two members of the shrine who are out, so there is still enough food. It would take about two weeks for the water to recede, so I immediately went to prepare the empty room......"

"Stop this gentleman. Until now, you and I still seem to be strangers, right?" Stretching out his hand and tugging at the sleeve of the departing "suspicious person", Mullen felt a little uncomfortable with the other party's enthusiasm, "Why are you in such a hurry to keep us staying? At least, can you make us understand the current situation and judge for ourselves?"

“…… Ah, I'm so sorry I forgot about this basic etiquette because I was so happy. We hope you will be more forgiving. Hearing Mullen say this, the man showed a sudden expression of realization, "Introduce yourself, I am the priest of this shrine......"

"Is there a guest coming, brother?"

…… Hearing the last "Ernie sauce" title, Maren suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over his body as if he had passed through an electric current. The figure of the comer was blocked by the man, so he could not see who the other person was, but there was no doubt that the voice was enough for his owner to capture the hearts of many men in an instant, if the face was reasonable.

At first, he guessed that the woman who was going here was the man's sister, but the conversation between the two surprised him. Turning around, the man's voice carried a doting reproach: "Madam, you have just given birth, how can you walk around casually? Go back and rest for a while, the two guests are lost here, I will entertain ......"

"That's not going to work. As your wife, I should naturally come forward to entertain guests at the shrine. Please don't spoil me too much, the baby has been born for a month now and I can already do something......"

…… Odd. Since they are husband and wife, what is the strange name? Could it be that I am mistaken?

With such doubts in mind, Mullen poked his head out, trying to see the appearance of the comer. However, when he did get a full view of the woman's figure, an even more powerful impact came at him, making Maren a little confused whether this was reality or illusion. Struggling to stand still, he looked back at Patrick, and found that the other man was just like himself, his mouth wide open, not knowing what kind of expression to make, but his expression was noticeably more agitated than that of Marlen. Rubbing his eyes hard, Mullen observed the mistress of the shrine again, and confirmed it many times. As this process accomplished, his mouth couldn't help but slip out of the name of the person he had often talked about with Patrick during the journey:

“…… Dongfeng Valley, Sanae!?"

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