"I—I suspect that the person in charge of the site is hiding right next to us... Because, because this is the only way... to comply with those two rules on the website. ”

"So, so I hope that Xicheng, who is also not suicidal, can be with me for a while... That one... Help each other. ”

After saying this, Takishima Yuki gently withdrew her head.

Because she was too close to Xicheng just now, her delicate little face flushed.

Good, so shy!

It was the first time she had been so close to a boy.

Her mind was scattered, and her mouth unconsciously let out a wail like a small train.

For her performance, Xicheng style was indifferent.

He was also a small asset in his last life, and some more attractive girls have seen it.

A girl with a gloomy temperament like Takishima Snow can't make him make the slightest wave.

And the other party is obviously a whining monster, whining at every turn.

But...

Nishigi looked at Takishima Snow and thought about it repeatedly.

Assuming that Takishima Yuki is the person in charge of the website, then there is no need for her to say things like 'There are ghosts among us'.

Maybe it's because she's the person in charge of the website that she took the initiative to bring it up.

Of course, there is another possibility.

That is, none of the people present are the person in charge of the website.

The person in charge of the site may be a believer in the Eternal Sacrifice Order... Or someone who is associated with the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

They deliberately set up suicide websites on the Internet to attract these dissatisfied suicide victims to Mori Gong Mountain, and then arrested these people for immortal experiments.

There are too many possibilities... There are still too few clues.

Xicheng Shi was silent for a while, and then he heard Yamamoto Hiro's greeting:

"Guys, it's almost time to pitch your tent... Tomorrow we will continue our journey to the depths of Mt. Morinomiya. ”

He took his tent out of his large duffel bag and began to assemble it in place, looking very experienced.

Next to Yamamoto Hiroshi, Noshitaka also found a place to set up a tent.

Nishijo didn't say much, and began to fetch the tent from his duffel bag.

It's getting darker and the temperature is getting colder.

Sleeping outside in the open air on a cold winter day is certainly impossible.

So it is also necessary to pitch a tent.

They were each busy, and no one came forward to say who helped whom.

In the final analysis, this trip is just a suicide trip, and people who don't have much hope for life in the first place will naturally not be able to reach out to help others.

"West, West..."

The faint sound of Takishima snow came from the side again.

Her medium-length hair was blown up by the cold wind, and her big empty eyes were revealed.

This is also the first time that Xicheng has seen her in its entirety.

If you straighten out the bangs in front, it's really a beautiful and cute girl.

But—

Her voice squeezed out of her throat with extreme difficulty:

"I... Didn't bring a tent. To be exact, there is no money to buy. So I just bought a sleeping bag... So can you..."

"......" Xicheng style.

No money to buy a tent...

As a middle school student, I really don't have the financial resources to buy a tent... This reason is acceptable to the Xicheng style.

Just let her have a tent with herself?

Xicheng Shi frowned, just about to speak.

"Oh? Sister Takishima didn't bring a tent? Do you want to sleep in a tent with me? My tent is quite big. ”

Noshitaka, who had already set up the tent next to him, walked over and asked with a smile on his lips.

He could see at this glance that he had a malicious expression, which made Takishima Yuki bite her lower lip, and she shook her head timidly.

"Do you want to come with me?"

Hiroshi Yamamoto spoke.

He still had the same sad and sad expression, and there was no expression on his thin face, and he looked like a dead man dryly.

"No, no, thank you."

Just looking at his expression, Takishima Yuki was stunned.

She shook her head and turned her gaze to look at the West Side.

"......" Xicheng style is still expressionless.

As the saying goes, the more you don't like the person you talk to, the more you can perceive the minds of others.

Takishima Yuki also apparently felt the vague rejection of the Nishijo-style.

Her eyes darkened, she sighed softly, but she didn't complain, just bowed politely to Xichengshi, and then turned to get her sleeping bag.

“... Come on. ”

Xicheng couldn't help but rub his temples, and finally spoke.

He didn't plan to sleep at night anyway.

And the most important thing is, even if Takishima Yuki is a member of the Eternal Festival?

Can she still turn the sky while lying next to her?

The strength of the Xicheng Style Eight Imperial Spells is only slightly inferior to that of the Eternal Sacrifice Society's Archmage, and with the spiritual tools, he may be able to win the Archmage with the strength of the Nine Imperial Spells.

As for the rest of the Eternal Sacrifice Society?

Looking for trouble with him?

This simply doesn't exist.

With that in mind, the West Side style doesn't care too much either.

"Huh? Good, good! I understand! ”

Xichengshi's unexpected answer made Takishima Xue's small body tremble at first, and then she hurriedly answered.

Seeing that Xicheng Shi came out to stir up trouble again, Noshitaka who was still waiting to see Takishima Yuki's jokes next to him was a little unhappy.

Why is there such a Westside thing everywhere?

If you want to say no, just say no!

He glanced at Takishima Snow with some regret, and couldn't help but secretly glare at Nishijo Shiki, and then he cursed and got into his tent.

Yamamoto Hiroshi next to him didn't say anything.

His thin face didn't fluctuate much, he just nodded to Xicheng Shishi, and then retreated into the tent.

Xicheng Shi spat out white air.

He instructed Takishima Yuki to carry the sleeping bag into the tent before looking out at the sky.

Cold winter nights...

It has come silently.

......

Nishijo and Takishima Yuki simply dismantled two self-heating rice and ate them before getting into the tent.

The snow is heavy tonight, especially in the mountain forests, and the temperature drops even faster.

The whirring cold wind mixed with the heavy snow was blowing violently outside.

Just pull the gap in the tent a little, and the cold air that soaks the bones can pour in directly.

Takishima Yuki was a little lucky.

Luckily, Nishijo was willing to put himself in this tent with a stove.

Otherwise, just sleep outside for a night... She was sure to be frozen into a popsicle.

"Has the Suicide website held any previous events for suicide trips?"

Takishima Yuki repeated the sudden question of the Nishijo-style and blinked.

"Well, since the classmates who bullied you pay so much attention to this website, then they should know about it, right?"

Nishijo asked calmly.

He had just used his phone to search for the suicide victim's website for previous suicide travel records.

But all historical data on suicide travel was emptied by the head of the site.

It's as if someone is hiding something.

"I think I've had before... This suicidal travel was not a one-time event. I've seen a suicide event before, and it seems to be in Morimiyayama..."

Takishima Yuki replied thoughtfully.

Also in Morinomiya Mountain?

Xicheng's eyes narrowed, and he thought seriously.

Once in Morinomiya Mountain, it can be said to be a coincidence.

But twice... Three times...?

It's unnatural.

You must know that there are believers of the Eternal Sacrifice Society hidden in the mountains of Morinomiya.

They don't care if you commit suicide or not, they will all die if they get close to Morimiyama.

But the suicide website is still in operation today.

So is it okay to say that...?

The suicide site is really a website run by the followers of the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

The main thing is to bring people over-

"Ah!!!h

A terrible scream rang out in his ears.

Listen to the voice...

It seems to have come from Yamamoto Hiroshi and Noshitaka's tent.

"What's wrong?"

Takishima Yuki listened to this scream, and her little body trembled with fear.

"I'll go out and have a look."

Nishijo replied without hesitation, then stood up with a flashlight and rushed out of the tent.

The cold wind came mixed with the heavy snow——

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

The branches are forked, like ghost hands.

The vertical light of the flashlight pale in the dark night.

But even so, the West Side style also saw it-

Snowy nights.

Yes... Something that squirms like a human form...