"Squeak."

The next day, the ground had accumulated a small layer of white snow, and it creaked when stepped on.

The effect of the old heater is very average, and the nose of the lost island love when I wake up the next day is red, and I keep inhaling along the way.

Mito Hayato had no leisure time at all, and he first accompanied Lost Island to the police station to make a brief note.

Faced with this poor little girl who had just been caught in a fire, the female policewoman in charge of the transcript at the Kasai Police Station had a gentle attitude and asked about the relevant matters in a gentle tone.

"There has been a preliminary analysis of the situation of the fire, Miss Lost Island." The policewoman flipped through the documents in her hand, "This may be a case of arson, we found traces of arson in front of the house, do you have any clues?" ”

"Ahh Lost Island looked at the policewoman in a daze, according to what Mito Hayato said last night, she shook her head, "No, there are no clues. ”

She saw a broken baby soul holding the policewoman's belly, and after just glancing at it, Lost Island immediately looked away.

The baby's eyes don't move to look at the lost island love.

If you make eye contact with it, Lost Island Love swallows her saliva and will definitely be killed.

Mito-kun, Mito-kun.

If the situation is critical, call Mito-kun's name, and you should be saved.

"That's right."

After making a note for a while, even if this matter is revealed, if there is no strong demand to find the arsonist, although the police department will continue to follow up on the case, it will not call too many police forces to deal with this matter.

Over the years, there have been enough files.

"If there's any breakthrough, we'll let you know, Miss Lost Island." The policewoman closed the file, "The latest address is in Hazumamatsu Town, Saitama Prefecture, right?" ”

"Hi Yi, yes."

Walking out of the police station, Lost Island Lian patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hoo ......"

"Nervous?" Looking at the relieved appearance of the lost island love, Mito Hayato smiled.

"A little bit nervous." Lost Island smiled awkwardly, shook his head, and forgot about the terrifying scene just now.

After a simple lunch on the side of the road, the two rushed to the hospital and issued the death certificate.

With the death certificate, the next step is to go to the crematorium funeral home to see him off, but this question stumped Mito Hayato.

The meaning of the lost island love is to bury my grandmother at the Arrai Shrine, which is naturally no problem, but I don't understand the funeral procedure Mito Hayato at all.

The original owner had participated in the funeral of his parents, but he could understand such a complicated ritual just by looking at it.

It's also black humor, obviously a Shinto family, but the parents held a Buddhist funeral.

Buddhism?

Mito Hayato suddenly had a number in his heart, and he found the business card of the mage of Xinyuan, and the monk stuffed it for himself before leaving.

"Toot toot."

The phone was called three or four times before it finally got through.

"Hello? It's the Mito priest ......"

Mito Hayato frowned, the environment on the monk's side is not ordinary noisy, is it still fighting demons today?

……………………

Katsushika district, speakeasy.

The bar on the basement level is bustling with men and women shaking their heads in the bizarre atmosphere, and occasionally yelling to the DJ on stage.

"The guy on stage was wearing ...... Monk's robes, right? ”

A young man who came to this bar for the first time looked at the DJ on the stage in amazement, and the brilliant lights reflected the colorful monk's clothes and short hair.

"First time? On stage is the most respected DJ in our film. ”

"Respectable...... DJ？ ”

How these two words are cleverly combined organically?

"He is a monk of Chai and Emperor Shakti, you always know Chai and Emperor Shakti, right?"

"Do you know, Sensoji Temple in Katsushika Ward?"

Speaking of Tokyo's famous Buddhist temples, most Tokyoites and tourists will immediately think of Sensoji Temple in Taito Ward, but when it comes to the long history and authenticity, people in Katsushika Ward will stubbornly think that the temple is better than the temple.

"It's the Emperor of Taito Ward, right! Master Xinyuan is a monk of Shakti, and he is a monk who has real skills, can exorcise demons, and has extraordinary powers! ”

"Hello?"

Looking at the stage in amazement, the young man couldn't associate the twisting body of the Xinyuan mage with the transcendent monk.

Whether it is in the impression of ordinary people, or in the propaganda of television, those monks who can drive away the spirit with a wave of their hands are solemn and solemn, and they can't wait to beat the wooden fish 24 hours a day to see their hearts, speak and play meditation, and always be gentle and drizzling.

But the exorcist monk on the stage twisted his body while DJing, and his free hand was wildly grabbing his short hair.

This kind of monk must not be arrested by the Chai You Emperor Shakti Temple and directly destroyed humanely in front of the Buddha?

"You, this is wearing colored glasses, you only see the master on the stage scratching his head and making gestures, but you can't see the pain that the master endures, he clearly takes the cause and effect of all the beings present, is burned by karmic fire, and his posture is swaying to symbolize that human life is also like a leaf in the wind, he is suffering but can face the world with a smile, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell."

"Look, have you been amused by the master and forgotten many of your troubles? This is the merit of the master. ”

The young man who kept nodding his head looked at the stage in a daze, and tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of his eyes: "Master, I understand." ”

"Heart-related mage, heart-related mage, your phone."

The bar waiter in the audience held up his mobile phone and shouted one by one.

Picking up the phone, Yoshima Aragaki looked at the caller ID in surprise, Mito Hayato, the very capable young priest a few days ago.

Did you want to call and ask about the progress of the Tiger Demon? Sure enough, he is a priest who has great skills at a young age, and it is because of such a sense of justice that he can continue to advance by leaps and bounds.

"Hey, is it the Mito priest?"

Walking to a quieter corner of the bar, Yoshima Aragaki picked up the phone.

After about a minute or two, he scratched his scalp: "For the funeral ceremony, we have our own venue for the Shibamata Emperor Shakti, and if the Mito priest has an acquaintance who wants to hold it, he can give it a discount." ”

"Huh? Do you want to hold the funeral yourself? Does the shrine have a business in this area? ”

The shrine also holds a funeral ceremony? Is it held for which royalty?

After thinking for a few seconds, Aragaki Yoshima said dryly: "It just so happens that the little monk has nothing to do recently, so let's go and help the Mito priest arrange the funeral." ”

"I can't thank you enough." Mito Hayato on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and said seriously, "I will give it to you according to the price of the Emperor, and I won't let the Heart Fate Mage run in vain." ”

"Haha, no need, it's right to help Mito Priest."

Putting down the phone, Yoshima Aragaki simply slapped himself.

The six-figure yen was given up by his own cheap mouth again!