Twenty minutes later, the road was still smooth, but the tall buildings on both sides were gradually disappearing from view, and now the view was filled with large fields of golden butter and green, and if it were not for the dense density of elevated power lines and telephone poles, I might have confused this place with the vast farmland inside and outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Are you out of town yet?" I asked, and since there were only two pedestrians on the wide road, he and me, my mood became less depressed as the environment opened up.

"On the edge of Tokyo, near an agricultural city," he said, looking into the distance, his mood seemed to become cheerful, "I never thought that there would be a woman to accompany me on this road, this is the only place I am satisfied with among the many cult groups, phew, unfortunately this is not a road to romance." ”

"I'm not a woman, I'm a girl." I revise it in all seriousness.

"Hah, I'm very sorry."

"You seem to be used to apologizing?"

"A long time ago," he said, he quickly pulled out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, "and I was good at saying sorry to many women. ”

It's a miracle that Uncle Youkai, whose prototype is unknown, has survived to this day, I thought with malice.

After walking for nearly half an hour, the outline of the building complex loomed on the side of the road ahead, and after some distance forward, a large open space far from the road appeared in front of me, surrounded by towering wheat fields, and the open ground was actively large, at least more than three temple house squares, and the simple wooden buildings were scattered in the flat mud ground, and several old and dilapidated threshing machines were stacked next to the large granary that looked like the largest granary in the field, and at first glance this was a granary and a community of primary grain processing.

"Farm?" I asked again.

"It used to be a farm," he replied, "and since it was sold to the leader of the sect, the farm function has not been used very often. ”

Not only is it not commonly used, I thought to myself, this is obviously the usual meeting place of the Shinsin Sect, although it is far from the city, it is an excellent place to hold activities that wander around the edge of the law, and after a cursory look at the farm, I can't help but want to see the meeting place of the identified cult group, but although Tokyo is big, can so many sects compete with each other?

When I came to the entrance of the fence wall of the farm, there were already many believers who looked like citizens and villagers in threes and twos, most of them dressed plainly and unpretentiously, and there was no sign of ordinary people in their demeanor - they were not as full of anger as I thought, which may be the superficial disguise of everyday life.

Edogawa has already quietly changed the foreign official, not his facial features, but the appearance and facial features, but the combination of ordinary white shirt and jeans, and at the same time, a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the dashing uncle has turned into an unemployed young man who can be seen everywhere.

He is extremely skilled in the use of the spell of transfiguration clothes, even if I have been observing from the sidelines, it is difficult for me to detect that his clothes are between the virtual and the real, but his actions are still extremely arrogant, even if the signs of the spell are very concealed for special reasons, there are always people in this world who can see through it, concealment and anti-concealment are not absolute, if he can not confirm that there are no other non-ordinary people in the meeting place, he will definitely not dare to use this kind of spell that is easy to expose himself to blend into the secret society.

"You'd better change your appearance as well." He gave me advice and handed me a pair of small, red-rimmed glasses that he had pulled out of nowhere.

"Hmm...... All right. ”

Start by turning your hair black and then put on your glasses. I remember that many years ago, Princess Kaguya and I discussed the magic of transfiguring clothes, and she and I both thought that if it wasn't for the poverty and couldn't afford physical clothes, most people wouldn't go out of their way to study how to make themselves wear a virtual dress, so I was actually very bad at Uncle Edogawa's methods, so I didn't deliberately change the skirt I was wearing, and illusion methods were still rarely used in this kind of gathering situation, and some people with keen senses would not ignore abnormal corners because of the cover of illusions, There is no shortage of such people in cult gatherings that require special care.

"Let's go." He walked through the fence gate first, and I followed into this curious meeting place.

He didn't take two steps, and a middle-aged woman who looked like an aunt greeted him in the crowd not far away: "Good morning, San Lang." ”

"Good morning."

Then many people greeted each other with him one after another, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, as if visiting a human market.

"Your name is Saburo here?"

"Because of the trouble of naming names," he whispered, "from the first cult group I investigated, my fake identity was also arranged from Ichiro. Until the teenage years. ”

“……”

Due to the constant greetings of good morning, I also had to return the salute from time to time, strangers in unfamiliar places, but I had to bite the bullet and socialize with strangers, which made me feel similar to yesterday's visit to the Middle School Building.

"San Lang, who is this one next to you?" Finally someone more familiar asked him this question.

"Distant niece, I also hope that my family can listen to the teachings of the dragon god." He replied.

"Hahaha, good Saburo, when the envoy is happy, maybe he will make you a representative."

"Don't dare, don't dare, our predecessors are our role models."

Coming to the door of the large granary where the tattered threshing machine was stacked, I looked inside, and the inside was arranged like a church, and there was a medium-sized statue in the middle of the innermost position, which was of course not comparable with the dragon god statue in the Renli Square, and the appearance alone was not as beautiful and imposing as the dragon god statue, and the sculpture that was coiled into a ball like a python revealed a lingering industrial product demeanor, in short, it was not serious enough.

The church, let's call it a church, also stood or sat a number of men and women, many of them ordinary villagers or ordinary office workers, distinguished only by three young and middle-aged men of varying heights who stood beside the statues of the gods as if they were clergy, and who were distinguished from the ordinary worshippers by their clothing alone, dressed in gray robes, like the mysterious wizards of ancient European legends, but with a few Oriental faces and pure black hair, so as not to make one misunderstand where they came from.

Edogawaichi, an unemployed young man, bowed his head again and whispered: "You sit in the penultimate row first, and I will report to the chief, and by the way, I will inform you that I have brought new people, and it is best not to make them suspicious, rest assured, they will not come down to inspect you in person, unless you come to listen to the lecture for the third time." ”

I nodded slightly for him to come forward, and I went to the empty third-to-last row and found a seat in the middle.

The magic thread quietly connected my ears to Edogawaichi's body, so I could hear his conversation with the apparently oriental clergy in front of the statue.

"God bless, Saburo."

"Dragon's Spirit, Mr. Dorgan."

"Is there something wrong? San Lang, you're here a little later today than ever. ”

"I brought my niece, who was far away, to hear the teachings of the gods."

"Well, haha, very well, my child, the dragon gods will protect all children whose hearts are towards the true saints."

Edogawa was the tallest of the three, and the other two maintained at least superficial deference to him, I think this tall gray-robed man with messy medium-length hair and a good speech was the leader of the Ryujin Sect, and the other two were probably the protectors or messengers introduced by Edogawa?