The white fog, the abyss of fog.

According to the records in the notebook of the White Mist Divine Son, the former should be the archmage of the Eternal Sacrifice Society, while the latter should be the destination of the three wheels.

"In other words... The Flower of Secret is hidden in the White Mist Temple, while the Miwa is hidden in the Abyss of Fog. ”

Westtown-style fingers flick slightly.

Although I didn't get any information about the White Mist Chrysalis in the study, I learned the location of the Archmage of the Eternal Sacrifice Society and the collection of the Miwato.

This is a bonus.

Nishijo closed the diary and reached for the books on the shelves.

The books that Shiramisi Miko reads are all collections of haiku and miscellaneous things that Japanese literati lament about the wind and snow, and they are not useful at all.

Xicheng Shi just casually flipped through the pages and put down the books and walked out the door.

At this time, the White Mist Divine Son had already sorted out her emotions, and when she saw Xicheng style coming out, she hurriedly greeted her:

"How's it going? Shiki-kun? Did you find anything? ”

"Hmm." Xicheng Shi nodded, and then handed the diary in his hand to the White Mist Divine Son: "Here you go." ”

After all, it is still the private belongings of the White Mist Divine Son, and it must be better for her to hold it herself.

Looking at this cherry pattern diary, the white mist miko hesitated for a while, his hand was outstretched, and he didn't know whether to take it or not.

She's still a little struggling.

However, Xicheng didn't care whether she was entangled or not, and simply stuffed the Sakura Pattern Diary into her hand.

The emotions of little girls are too troublesome to enlighten.

It's better to force a little bit here.

After doing all this, Xicheng Shiki picked up the flashlight and walked forward: "Let's go." ”

"..."The White Mist Miko looked at the notebook in his hand in disbelief, and then looked at the back of the West Castle who walked forward without looking back.

For some reason, I felt a sense of relief in my heart.

"Shiki-kun, wait for me."

The White Mist Miko put the notebook in his backpack and followed without saying a word.

......

The rest of the exploration process is very fast.

There are plenty of rooms that go all the way from here.

There is a meditation room, a changing room, and a room with many maple leaves and red flowers, and I don't know what it means.

These rooms are not as harmonious and stable as the study.

On the walls, on the ceiling, on the blackened tatami floor... It was full of blood spots and blood stains that had coagulated and dried up for a long time.

Among them, there were many shriveled and rancid corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

The rancid smell combined with the damp and erosive smell of the room to form an indescribable smell.

But fortunately, the White Mist Divine Son and Xicheng Shishi have seen a lot of this scene along the way, so both of them can still maintain basic calm.

Although it stinks a little, I can only endure it here.

It took about another twenty minutes for Nishigi and Haku Miko to stand in front of a room.

This is clearly a woman's room.

Neatly folded bedding placed in the corner of the room.

A white kimono unfolded on a wall next to it.

Dresser with polished bronze mirror - on top of it are miscellaneous items like combs.

Other than that, there wasn't much left in the room.

The room is empty, and there is an indescribable sense of loneliness just by looking at it.

As I learned from the diary of the White Mist Miko, the Nishijo style also learned that only the White Mist Miko lived alone in this building.

Then you don't have to think about it to be able to determine that this is the room of the White Mist Miko.

At this time, the heartless goods of the White Mist Divine Son had already come out of the loss just now.

She walked into her room like a curious baby, touched here, looked there, and then turned her head and couldn't help but ask:

"Shi-kun, why is my room so plain? It's so lonely when it's empty. ”

"Ask yourself."

Your own room, come and ask me what's the matter?

The White Mist Divine Son doesn't have to think about this question, as soon as he hears it, he will know that it is nonsense.

Xicheng didn't bother to pay attention to her, and began to look for clues with a flashlight.

This bedroom is very large, and the reason why there is so little furniture is probably requested by the white mist god son herself before the amnesia.

It's pretty clean inside, but because no one has taken care of it for a long time, it naturally falls into the dust.

Xicheng first opened the closet and rummaged through it.

Inside was a wooden locker with a brass lock.

The lock has a variety of patterned squares on its surface, and it seems to be a decryption lock made by some ancient technique.

Looking at this lock, Xicheng's eyebrows twitched, and his eyes flickered.

"What's wrong? Shiki-kun? ”

Seeing that Xicheng seemed to have discovered something, the White Mist Divine Son walked over with some curiosity.

Her eyes were very sharp, and she suddenly saw the decryption copper lock in Xicheng's hand, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Isn't that the kind of decryption lock? This can be completely left to me, I have a good brain, and it is no problem to unlock this lock. ”

The White Mist Divine Son volunteered, and at the same time patted his chest, with an expression that it was okay to give it to me.

Looking at her expression, Xicheng hesitated for a while, and finally-

"No need." Xicheng style waves.

"Huh? Don't use it? The White Mist Shenzi posted it funny: "Shijun, you don't have to pretend to understand if you can't unlock the lock, it's okay to ask me occasionally, I'm very good at unlocking this kind of lock,"

"....." Xicheng glanced at her, and then said nothing-

It was broken in two like this.

"Alright."

Xicheng casually threw away the broken lock and said calmly.

"......" White Mist Divine Son.

This kind of lock white mist god son is indeed sure to unlock.

She originally wanted to show her good qualities in front of the West Side style... As a result, I didn't expect Xicheng to not give her this chance at all.

Seeing that Xicheng opened the storage box, the white mist god also came back to his senses, and his eyes looked in.

She still cares about what kind of person she used to be.

Most of the items placed in the wooden storage boxes are kendama and shuttlecocks.

After getting rid of these things-

"Gone?" The White Mist Miko looked at the empty storage box, and then at the sword jade placed next to it.

She couldn't help but turn her head sideways and ask, "Just to put these things, you just got such a big box?" What the hell do you think? ”

"Ask yourself." Nishijo replied in an unchanged tone.

But...

The White Mist Divine Son is right... Just for this little thing, I specially prepared such a large storage box... There's a little bit of this...

Wait a minute!

Xicheng's eyes flashed.

He stepped back a bit, measuring the volume of the storage box.

From the outside, this storage box looks very large... Compared to the volume, the volume inside is a bit unbearable... It's like—

Hidden in the same dark grid!

Thinking of this, Xicheng style carried a flashlight and shone it on both sides of the bottom plate of the locker.

Sure enough.

The rightmost part of the bottom panel of the locker is irregular, just enough for a person to stick their fingers in.

Xicheng Shi did not hesitate to reach out and lift this layer of bottom plate directly.

At the same time, what was hidden under the bottom plate at one time was also displayed in front of the Nishijo style and the White Mist Divine Son.

That's a photo.

The yellowed photo shows a family portrait of four women standing together, smiling at the camera.

Judging from the background, it should be near the rope wooden bridge.

Behind you is the mountain road that goes straight up to the foggy peak.

Shiramisi Miko stood in the middle of the road in a moon-white kimono, and next to her was a little girl who was slightly shorter than her and had a more immature face.

Although this little girl has a young face, her face is about fifty percent similar to that of the White Mist Shenzi, and it is estimated that this is the sister of the White Mist Chrysalis, the White Mist Masako.

Next to Masako Hakuri, there is a woman with a kind face and thin eyebrows and beautiful eyes-

"Aunt Chrysalis?"

The White Mist Miko made a sound as if he was relieved.

Of course she had to breathe a sigh of relief.

Because now the truth has been revealed.

The remains of the Xicheng-style snow stone are all false.

The raw white fog chrysalis is an impostor, and the white fog chrysalis who lives in the hotel outside the Morinomiya Mountain is his real aunt.

Looking at the appearance of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng couldn't help but look at her more, and then looked at the woman on the left side of the photo, the closest to the White Misty Divine Son.

The woman was dressed in a solemn jet-black kimono with clusters of flowers on it, and the corners of her smiling eyes looked very happy.

According to the words of the White Mist Divine Son... Then this person should be the mother of the White Mist Divine Son, White Mist Deep Snow.

"Hmm..."

Xicheng thought about it, and looked at this photo repeatedly.

However, this kind of behavior does not make much sense, and there is no special comment on the identity of each person.

But...

"It's better not to jump to conclusions so easily."

Xicheng Shiki handed the photo to the White Mist Miko, explaining, "There is no annotated name on this photo, at best, it only proves that the White Mist Chrysalis on the other side of the hotel has a close relationship with you." It doesn't prove that she is the real 'white fog chrysalis'. ”

Hearing this, the White Mist Divine Son thought for a while, and then nodded: "Well, I'll pay attention." ”

Xicheng style is also out of good intentions, and his analysis direction is not wrong, so the White Mist Divine Son will naturally accept it.

By this time, the search in the room was actually coming to an end.

The only regrettable thing may be that the other White Mist Divine Child that Xicheng Shishi was looking forward to did not appear.

Originally, he thought that bringing the White Mist Miko to the place where she once lived would bring back memories for her.

As a result, it seems that everything is still not as satisfactory as in the middle.

But the West Side style is not much discouraged.

There are enough clues at the moment, and this is already very profitable.

Of course, at the same time, some puzzles have been added.

If the White Mist Chrysalis over there is indeed the Aunt of the White Mist Miko, then what is the identity of the female skeleton who claims to be the White Mist Chrysalis? Is it the woman in the black kimono in the photo?

She asked herself to wait for someone to get the Flower Dew of Secrets... And what is the idea?

Anyway... The next thing is to go to the White Mist Temple.

In the place where the secret flower is treasured in the White Mist Temple-

All the puzzles will be solved.

Thinking of this, Xicheng patted his body, stood up and said hello:

"Let's go."

"It's time to go."

.......

At twelve o'clock in the evening, outside Morinomiya Mountain.

"I didn't expect that... There are so many people hidden in the Eternal Sacrifice Society. ”

Ryoko Okano couldn't help but smack her lips as she looked at the dozens of people who fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

Most of these people have the extraordinary ability of 'soul thoughts'.

In addition, these people didn't know where to get some flesh monsters, and the extremely corrosive slime on their body surface melted half of the police car just by getting on it.

Even if the police on Ryoko Okano have a pistol in their hands, facing this group of transcendents for ordinary people in front of them... To be honest, it's a bit of a struggle.

"It's up to you this time, Beichuan."

Ryoko Okano turned to look at the young man with a bloody sledgehammer.

"It's nothing." Kitagawa Temple shook his head, not feeling that he had done anything remarkable.

It's just a dozen or sixty transcendents, it's nothing.

But—

"This should be all the rest of the Eternal Sacrifice Society." Kitagawa Temple glanced at the message from his mobile phone and turned his head and said, "All the members of the Eternal Festival have been arrested in Tokyo, and there is a special supernatural department to deal with these people. ”

The number of followers under the Eternal Sacrifice Society is considerable, but there is only one layer of people with extraordinary abilities.

As a result of the closing of the nets in Tokyo and other places, all members of the Eternal Festival were forcibly contained.

Did it take so much effort just to enter the old site of the White Mist?

Kitagawa Temple groaned and looked into the depths of Morinomiya Mountain.

Maybe there are some particularly powerful spiritual tools hidden in the old site of the White Mist... That white fog Ren wanted to turn over with this.

"None of this is something to worry about, Kitagawa."

Ryoko Okano's voice came from behind, and his eyes were full of solemnity: "This arrest operation has not been successfully concealed, and the supernatural and strange events have been exposed in front of the people's eyes." ”

With that, she showed her phone to Beichuan Temple.

On the screen of the phone is a short video.

The white, rotten, disgustingly hot flesh monster is at the intersection of the lights.

The background should be in Shinjuku, Tokyo, or the Shibuya area, and the surroundings are particularly lively.

The skeleton waved its dissolved arm, flanked by a passerby with a frightened expression.

Wheezing, screaming, and fearful voices all mingle in the video.

The person who shot this video is not afraid of death, and has always locked the camera on this monster.

At the end of the three minutes, someone began to evacuate, and at the same time, two or three people controlled the pale gray soul thoughts to rush towards the flesh monster and began to fight with it.

This short video is only three minutes long, but it has caused an uproar in major forums.

'Are there really monsters in the world?' ’

'I saw a meat monster next to my house!' ’

'My worldview has changed! What is this thing? ’

And after this video appeared, it was like lighting a fuse.

For a time, all kinds of real and fake videos spread on the Internet.

The comments at the bottom seem to have turned the sky upside down.

The overwhelming news and public opinion——

It's already banging.

Obviously... The weird and supernatural resurgence is completely unconcealable.

But—

"Isn't that good?" Kitagawa Temple asked in a calm tone.

He has always been committed to confessing the revival of the supernatural and weird, and only in this way can he attract talents from all walks of life.

He couldn't hide it this time, so he naturally applauded.

And he pays more attention to the West Side side than this kind of thing.

White Mist Ren... According to this time... It should have been going to be with the West Side style... Ran into it!