Makoto Chiba has a lot to say, what life is precious, life is more important than anything else... There are countless examples that can prove that life is precious, don't give up easily.

But now, he can't say a word, his homeland is hard to leave, the old people living in the 'ghost village' in the photo, really don't know that the big city has good medical conditions and convenient life, they just don't want to leave, and there is even no shortage of old age, from the big city to return to their hometown.

The bird flies against the hometown, and the fox must die on the first hill!

Falling leaves return to the roots, which is the unique romantic feelings of Oriental people.

Chiba Makoto didn't persuade him again, but left the stack of photos and addresses of the 'ghost villages' he had collected and the directions to get to them from here, which was his last effort, although he didn't think it would be a good job.

The tanuki, who also lives in this town, should have persuaded Obik more than once, but the same kind of people have failed to persuade Obik, which shows how firm Obike's love for his hometown is.

Makoto Chiba got on his motorcycle, ready to leave, driving out of a distance, but he couldn't help but look back, in the howling cold wind, under the dim street lamp, Obike was lonely on this secluded path, waiting for a guest who would never come.

Perhaps, he was not waiting for people to patronize his noodle stall, but just to enjoy the silent night, without the hustle and bustle of the day, as if he had returned to the past, the silent darkness and quiet village.

After leaving the noodle stall on a motorcycle, Makoto Chiba did not return to Chiba's home, but found a nearby hotel to stay, where he planned to stay for a few days to learn about the legends and stories of Hikono Town, and maybe he could know the reason why Obik and Tanuki monks lived here in a group.

Especially Obic, Chiba Makoto wants to record his life journey, if there is a case, these words are the best evidence that Obic once lived in this world.

Early the next morning, Makoto Chiba rode his motorcycle to the library, private library, parks, and nursing homes where the elderly gathered, asking and recording about Obik.

After a few days, I wrote several pages full, and the biggest feeling was the 'forgetfulness' of young people, and the young master Ayan, who was once very widely circulated in Hikono Town, only some of the older people still knew this name, and they also heard it from the mouths of the older generation.

On summer evenings, lying on a lounger, parents fan their fans and tell their children stories they have heard from the previous generation.

It can be said that the legend of Obic has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation in Hikono Town, and it has been passed down to this day.

Modern children have TVs, computers and mobile phones, and they don't want to listen to these unscientific old stories, and many ancient legends are so broken, and they can only find relevant records from the dusty corners of the library.

During the day, he traveled around Hikono to inquire about Obik's story, and at night he went to a secluded road to find Obik's noodle stall and eat a bowl of soba noodles with an ancient taste.

No one mentioned leaving Hikono or any other related topics, because they all knew that if they could go, they would have left a long time ago, so why wait until now.

After staying for five days, Chiba Makoto planned to leave, and the stories and legends that could be recorded were also recorded, and there was no point in staying any longer, it was just a waste of money.

Riding a motorcycle onto the road, I looked back at Hikono Town, which was still under great development, and the small temple on the top of the mountain was still the same, but I didn't know how long this silence could last, and with a sigh, Chiba Makoto turned around and accelerated away from Hikono Town.

The closer you get to the metropolis, the wider the road, the more cars on the road, the speed of the car has been decreasing, from 11 to 780 to 40 or 50, every other section of the road has to wait for the traffic light, the flow of people, cars come and go, compared to Hikono Town is countless times more lively.

As soon as he drove through an intersection, Makoto Chiba suddenly turned his head to the right with a sense of feeling, and turned the handlebars to turn the motorcycle to the right, heading towards the 'anomaly' that had broken into his sensing range.

Coming to this world, it has been more than half a year, and he also has some guesses about his 'superpowers', which can be imagined as a detection radar like Melba and Silizan, and the energy emitted fluctuates very strongly, even if they are very far away, they can be sensed, and like Chris Maya or Itabashi Mitsuo, you can feel it at close range, this time the distance is not far, it shouldn't be a monster, it may be a cosmos.

Follow the feeling, and soon turn into a commercial street, Chiba Makoto suddenly heard the screams of a female voice, but the people around him did not react, and they were still walking separately, obviously not hearing the voice.

"What's the situation?" Chiba Makoto hurriedly sped up, shuttling back and forth between the traffic to overtake, and the slightest difference would crash, which looked particularly dangerous, attracting a dissatisfied horn, but Chiba Makoto didn't hear it, braked sharply, and drifted ninety degrees sharply, rushing into the alley next to him.

The Sherlock car that was patrolling was startled by the crazy motorcycle, which made Lina who was driving extremely dissatisfied, and the co-pilot Dagu said, "It seems to be Chiba-kun driving?" I remember his motorcycle license plate. ”

"Huh? Him? Lina also remembered the 'brave' reporter, and said puzzledly: "Why is he driving so fast?" ”

"You're not going to find another monster, are you?" The aunt jokingly said that the boy's 'persistence' in taking pictures of monsters left a deep impression on him.

"How is that possible?" Lina immediately denied it, but stepped on the accelerator very honestly, raised the speed of the Sherlock, and chased in the direction of Chiba Makoto's motorcycle, wondering what was the matter that made the reporter so anxious to drive the motorcycle out of the speed of the small plane.

Makoto Chiba sped away from the busy business district and into the industrial zone, where he found an abandoned factory overgrown with weeds, rusty pipes of varying thicknesses, and huge tanks towering above the ground.

The tank forest in front of him was so dense that the vehicle refused to enter, and Makoto Chiba stopped the car, and before he even had time to take off his helmet, he strode forward.

A few seconds after leaving, the Sherlock car drove into the factory area and stopped next to the motorcycle, Dagu and Lina got out of the car, glanced at the motorcycle parked on the side of the road, looked at each other, nodded, and ran forward together.

Originally, it was just curiosity, but when Chiba Makoto's motorcycle drove into the abandoned factory area, the two of them felt that something was not right, this factory was about to be demolished, and no one would come in without nothing, and this reporter rushed in so quickly, there must be something.