"Only the gods can do it...... Then go to the gods! Since these gods and strange things really exist in this world......"

Looking at the petite and weak figure on the hospital bed, Sousuke Araki clenched his hands into fists, his brows full of unwillingness.

"There are so many shrines and temples in Tokyo, why don't you go to your door? By the way, Kotori Yushi, don't you also live in that chicken ...... Akagi Shrine?"

"Araki-sensei, don't, don't say stupid things."

In the face of Sousuke Araki's eager question, Kotori Yumakoku lowered his eyes and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, as if he was afraid that he would say something disrespectful to the gods.

"Since hundreds of years ago, the gods have responded to the prayers of believers with their divine powers, but they have long since stopped sending down any 'oracles', and I am afraid that it will be ...... to ask the gods to intervene."

At this, the girl shook her head a little stiffly.

"So, is there really no way? Just watched the girl Mochizuki continue to lie in this lifeless place?! ”

The air in the room became solemn and desperate for a while, and only Sosuke Araki's dull roar remained.

"Hey, since those broken gods ignore people, then we'll figure it out ourselves......"

"It's not that there is no way."

A thin, short figure in a white coat quietly appeared at the door of the ward.

"Director Mochizuki, it's so late, you ......"

Seeing the comer, the nurse hurriedly bowed respectfully to the other party, and even the waves on her chest almost rushed out of her neckline.

"It's hard work, you go down first."

This wrinkled, slender old man who looks older than Ichiro Tokimoto is the director of the "Occult Research Institute", Yasuji Mochizuki.

"Old man...... No, this ...... Doctor, you just said there is a way? ”

Sosuke Araki had come to Koji Mochizuki at some point, looking at each other with blazing eyes.

In his opinion, this old man wearing a white coat and being treated so respectfully by the nurse must be the legendary "old military doctor" who cures all diseases.

"It's enviable to be young, and there is always an inexhaustible momentum......"

Glancing at Sosuke Araki with drooping eyelids, Koji Mochizuki slowly turned around and walked slowly towards the other room in the hallway with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you to a few granddaughters who came to visit the contemptible granddaughter in the evening, this is not the place to talk, please go to the reception room first."

"Grandson, granddaughter? So, he's Ayano-chan's ......"

The little bird Yu Zhengong showed a look of sudden realization.

"That's right, he's Mochizuki Ayano's grandfather, Koji Mochizuki."

In the rear, Ichiro Tokimoto frowned slightly, but still chose to follow.

"This guy has tried various methods for a month, and now he suddenly says that there is a way, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd."

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Five minutes later.

Wooden keel ceilings, plain white tatami mats, traditional Japanese sliding doors, various elegant and simple picture scrolls on the wall, and exquisite refreshments on the table......

The Japanese-style reception room where Sosuke Araki and his entourage were located was so traditional that it almost made people forget that they were originally in a cold and pale research institute.

"Wow, this heavy historical atmosphere is worthy of the reception room of the director of the institute."

Unlike the crowd sitting at the elegant low table, Sousuke Araki's eyes were drawn to the bookshelves that occupied an entire wall in the reception room.

In his memory, there was also such a wall of bookshelves in someone's room in his childhood, which looked very kind.

"The New Hundred Stories", "Kamakura Ancient Century", "The Illustrated Book of the Night Journey of the Hundred Ghosts", "Rashomon", "Interpretation of Tribal Culture in the Middle East Conflict", ......

In addition to all kinds of heavy and old classics, there are also dazzling honorary certificates discarded in the display case on the side.

International Prize in Neurobiology, Colafort Prize in Biological Sciences, International Biomedical "Lasker Prize", Honorary Member of the International Budapest Club......

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"Ahem, that, Director Mochizuki, you just said that there is a way to save the Mochizuki clan, can you tell us now?"

Looking at this pile of unclear awards, Sosuke Araki's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at Koji Mochizuki.

As a member of Mochizuki Ayano's family, both a scientific authority and the director of this seemingly powerful research institute, he said that if there is a way, it should not be casual nonsense.

"Let's take a sip of hot tea first, or Ayano will complain that I don't have hospitality."

Without answering his question, Koji Mochizuki just waved his hand lightly and motioned for Sosuke Araki to sit down first.

He took a porcelain jar with the inscription "Ito Kuemon - Little Green" from a bamboo rack next to him, filled it with matcha powder, added it to the quaint Rakucha bowl, and stirred it unhurriedly with a bamboo whisk.

After waiting until the fine foam floated on the surface of the tea soup, he slowly handed it to Sosuke Araki, who was sitting beside him.

"Purr...... It's bitter...... It's so welcoming, such a big bowl ......"

Sousuke Araki picked up the slightly large tea bowl with both hands, drank the tea soup in the bowl as if he was drinking medicine, and put it back on the table with a "bang".

Then, with a hearty smile, he looked at Yasuji Mochizuki expectantly, "I've drunk the tea, so it's time to answer my question." ”

"Good Fellow......"

Sitting next to him, Ichiro Tokimoto, who had already posed and was about to reach out to take the tea bowl, his movements instantly froze......

"Poof."

The little bird in the back, Yu Zhengong, couldn't help but bow his head and chuckle out loud with a blushing face.

Not to mention, it is a terrible thing to use expensive hand-burned paper antique rakcha bowls to drink the Ito Kuemon Koshiro matcha cow that has been passed down for 300 years and is now in its eighth generation.

The "demeanor" of someone drinking tea just now is enough to make those tea ceremony lovers angry and spit blood.

The tea ceremony, which was introduced to Japan from the Dragon Kingdom, was called "tea soup" in ancient times, and it has been called "tea ceremony" since modern times.

Today, the tea ceremony has become a ceremonial art.

In order to prepare for a formal tea ceremony, the host will even spend months. Through a series of complex and exquisite links, and the use of various tea utensils, guests can not only experience delicious tea, but also their ultimate hospitality.

From the way the guests dress, to wash their bodies and minds before entering the tea room, to enjoy the refreshments, to the final tea, there are extremely strict and complex details.

Even in modern times, the simplified Japanese tea ceremony has the most basic requirements.

The seating is based on the status of the guests.

Usually a bowl of tea will be passed by three to five people to drink, when the strong tea is passed, the mouth of the bowl should be gently wiped two or three times with a tea towel or white paper, and the tea bowl should be turned back to the front and handed to the next guest.

When drinking tea, you should pick up the tea bowl with your right hand, put it on the left hand, and then turn the tea bowl from the opposite side to the front, and after tasting and sipping slowly, the last one will return it to the owner.

Who would have thought that Sousuke Araki not only squeezed out Ichiro Tokimoto's "first seat" with one ass, but also drank the tea soup for four people alone like a cow drinking water.