Beichuan Temple will not care about such individual trivial matters as personal privacy.

After all, Yuko Yuhara is still lying on the hospital bed.

According to Kamiju Makie's description of the jade destruction disease, it is definitely not a symptom to be optimistic about.

People are almost gone, so what time do you have to take care of personal privacy?

Kitagawa Temple walked into the room and glanced around.

Tamako's room was indeed very clean, and it was clear that the maid was cleaning carefully, but there was one place that was different.

Kitagawa Temple reached out and stroked the bookshelf, and his fingertips easily slid down a layer of dust.

"Mr. Sekihara."

"This—" Cedar Log was slightly stunned, and then whispered a few words to the middle-aged man behind him.

After a few more seconds, an honest housekeeper with a headscarf on her head appeared in front of Kitagawa Temple and Sugi Loggi.

"Hirano-san, why is there such a thick layer of ash on Tamako's bookshelf?"

Sugi had never been to Tamako's room, so he didn't know that the bookshelf had not been cleaned.

The middle-aged housekeeper looked a lot panicked when she saw the highest status of the family, she shrank back stiffly, folded her round hands in front of her, and replied honestly: "Every time I clean Miss Tamako's room, she always asks me not to clean the bookshelves, and says that the books on the bookshelves are arranged in a certain order, and if she fiddles with them at will, she is easy to find the books she wants to read." ”

"Over time, I won't clean Miss Tamako's bookshelf, I'm afraid I'll run into something valuable."

"I see." Kitagawa Temple turned his head in thought.

This bookshelf really looks like it hasn't been taken care of in a long time.

Could there be something hidden on top of this shelf?

"I'm rude, Mr. Seshihara." Kitagawa Temple greeted the cedar logs and began to take down the books one by one from the top floor.

I read every book carefully, and maybe I can find some information left by Tamako in these books.

Of course, it was impossible for Sugi to watch Kitagawa Temple busy working over there, he glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and then the two of them went over to help together.

Having three people to help with the search is of course much more efficient.

It took more than ten minutes for them to finally find a very special book at Beichuan Temple.

This book was discovered by Kitagawa Temple in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf.

And as soon as Kitagawa Temple picked it up, he found that something was wrong with the book.

It weighs significantly more than the other books, and as soon as you pick it up, you can hear the clanging sound of bells colliding.

Kitagawa Temple is very familiar with this sound.

This is the sound of metal knives colliding.

The cedar log and the middle-aged man on the other side also heard the jingling sound, and their eyes turned to turn their eyes.

He put his fingers on the front and back of the book, and then pressed his wrist to open it.

Can't open?

Kitagawa Temple used a little more strength with both hands.

With the sound of tearing some kind of glue apart, Kitagawa Temple opened the book.

There's something in there.

It was shiny, untidy metal knives.

They vary in shape, but only one thing is the same.

Blade, blade... All of them were soaked in blood, and the original bright silver color could not be seen.

A little girl... An ordinary-looking book... An ordinary room.

In this simple and ordinary, comfortable atmosphere, what is hidden is the cruelty and gore that distorts the heart.

The cedar log couldn't help but stand up.

The spring sun shone on the desk next to him, but it didn't make him feel any warmth from it.

He only felt now that his daughter, who was originally familiar... It seems to have become strange.

Speaking of... When was the day when Tamako called him dad on the phone?

I can't remember it at all, I don't remember it at all.

She just kept looking at herself with a big smile on her face.

That's all.

Father, Daddy... It seems like I haven't called it in a long time.

That smile... Now that I think about it.

It seems a little glaring.

......

After all the books were put in place, Kitagawa Temple and the cedar logs, who had regained his composure, returned to the study.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the leader of a political party, and his psychological adjustment ability is much stronger than most people.

The two sat down, and after a long while, Sugi Yuanmu said in a heavy tone: "I haven't usually entered Tamako's room, and it's the first time I know that there are those things hidden in her bookshelf. ”

The blood on the knife is naturally Yuzi of Sehara, which can't go wrong.

Yesterday, Kitagawa Temple had already determined that Tamako Sewara's arm had traces of self-harm such as knife marks.

But in addition to the scars left by the knife marks, there are also...

Kitagawa Temple temporarily stopped thinking and made his last request: "Mr. Seihara, may I ask if Ms. Riko's room is still preserved?" ”

"Riko...? Are you talking about my wife? ”

Shanyuan looked stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "It's still there." It's just that Riko's room isn't here, so do you want to go over and have a look? ”

Although he has not yet seen the extraordinary ability of Beichuan Temple, from a series of analysis and observation of Beichuan Temple just now, this young man must have something different from ordinary people.

"I want to go and see how it goes." Kitagawa Temple is not shy about it.

"Good. I'll go there too. ”

Sugi Login did not hesitate for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

He asked someone to prepare the car, sat on it with Beichuan Temple, and took advantage of the time when the driver was driving to explain the general situation to Beichuan Temple:

"Actually, the place where my family used to live was not the same as it is now... At that time, my career was just getting started, and Riko also suffered a lot with me. I often go out alone in meetings, pull consortium funding... Naturally, he snubbed the two of them, Tamako and Riko. ”

In Japan, as long as there is a political party with a name and a surname, there is a shadow of a consortium behind it.

After all, the development of political parties inevitably requires financial support.

It can also be seen from this that the ability of cedar logs is indeed outstanding.

Kitagawa Temple didn't think deeply about the past things of the cedar log, he needed to conceive an impression in his mind-

The young Tamako Sekihara always stayed with her mother during her childhood.

Compared with her father, her mother's impression in her mind will undoubtedly be much clearer.

If so...

Kitagawa Temple began to pay attention to the matter of this shirt principle.

Next, Sugi Loggi talked about some of the days when he lived with Tsukiko, and seeing his completely relaxed look, Kitagawa Temple could also know that the other party was particularly nostalgic for the life at that time.

If you think about it, that's exactly what happened.

It's true that life is getting better and better now, but it seems that there are more and more things to lose.

Due to the pressure from all sides for a long time, the physical condition of the cedar log is not as optimistic as day by day.

He always has a tough expression on his face, at least since they met, Beichuan Temple has never seen him smile sincerely, sometimes he turns his face sideways, and that is just a polite smile.

Now, it seems that even his daughter is leaving him.

Maybe that's what people often call the troubles of the rich?

When you are young, you exchange your health for money and status, and when you are old, you exchange money and status for health. But in fact, this is the most real situation in the current society. Everyone wanted to climb up, but in the process of climbing up, they found that their youth was gone, and their physical condition was slowly deteriorating. But if you don't go up, you won't have half a sense of happiness at the bottom.

This world is so contradictory, and the most important thing is that everyone must live according to the law of this contradiction.

This is ironic.

Of course, there is no need to worry about these problems in Beichuan Temple, he has already lived a very good life, and he can get a good salary by relying on his interest in removing spirits, and his sister in the family is a little salty, but on the whole, he is still growing up happily.

This is already a template for a winner in life.

Beichuan Temple and Cedar Loggi came to the place where he lived in the past without saying a word.

This is a Japanese-style residence.

Compared with the modern villa just now, this place is undoubtedly much shabby.

The gate that looks crumbling, the threshold with a sense of age, and an old tree that is about to dry up and die.

The mansion was littered with mold, and it was evident that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the compound, and then fixed his gaze under the old tree.

There was a rough wooden sign stuck in it.

There seems to be a word on the wooden plaque.

It looks like a small mound, and it arouses the interest of Kitagawa Temple.

It is important to remember that there is no custom in Japan to bury relatives in one's own yard.

Most of the deceased family members are buried in the spiritual garden of the temple.

He walked over and crouched down, looking at the remaining handwriting on the wooden sign.

This handwriting is written with a brush, and depending on the specific font structure, it is like-

Beichuan Temple subconsciously turned his head and greeted: "Mr. Seshihara, do you have any impression of this tomb?" ”

His calm and cold voice immediately pulled back the cedar log, which was immersed in the memories of that year.

The cedar log pulled the Wu suit, wiped a tear oozing from the corner of his eye, and walked over.

"Is this...?" Cedar Login frowned: "Is there a grave mound here?" ”

"There are still some handwriting on it, and I think the font structure looks like the handwriting of Mr. Seshihara when you were young."

"Indeed... But I'm not impressed at all. No matter how difficult it was at that time, I would not have been able to bury my family in such a place. Sugi said with a frown.

His statement coincides with the direction that Kitagawa Temple is thinking.

Yes, it stands to reason that no matter how financially difficult it is, cedar logs cannot simply bury people in the courtyard.

After all, getting a shrine to worship is not a matter of great effort.

The handwriting on the wooden plaque has been completely blurred due to its age, and it can only barely see an outline, but if you really want Beichuan Temple to see something, it is really difficult for some strong people.

"Then put that aside for now." Kitagawa Temple was silent for a while, then straightened up again: "I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Sekihara, I want to go to Ms. Riko's room to have a look." ”

"It's fine. Master Kitagawa walked this way. ”

Sugi Haraki looked away and led Kitagawa Temple to the room of the cardina.

The two of them didn't take off their shoes and walked all the way to the room.

I could tell it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, the cobwebs were falling everywhere, and I could hear the sound of water leaking somewhere.

"Tamako and I haven't been here since we moved out. Because seeing things and thinking about people... When Riko's condition became more and more serious, Tamako cried very hard. That's why I've always avoided mentioning this old mansion in front of her... I don't know if she's forgotten about it. ”

With a bang, the door to the room was pulled open by a cedar log.

The purpose is the jet-black tatami mats.

The furnishings inside are simple, with a large tungsten light bulb hanging down and a small bookshelf in the corner. Next to the small bookshelf, there is also a low desk.

It can be seen that the economic situation of cedar logs at that time was really not very good, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Because of Riko's condition, after giving birth to Tamako, I have always slept in a separate room with her, and at that time she often bringed... Master Kitagawa? ”

Sugi logi looked at Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple didn't speak from just now, just set his eyes on a certain place.

What is it that makes Kitagawa Temple care so much?

Sugi followed Kitagawaji's gaze into the dimly lit room.

On the dirty desk, there seemed to be something shiny.

Beichuan Temple walked over without saying a word, then leaned over, picked up the things, and then took out the mobile phone and turned on the flashlight function.

Under the brilliance of the mobile phone flashlight, Sugi Logs saw what the shiny thing just now was.

It was a small clockwork music box.

The small iron teeth inside the music box have rusted, and the copper-yellow clockwork is properly inserted into it, and the plain appearance looks very old.

"This is..."Sugi Yuanmu's expression changed slightly: "I remember that this is a birthday gift from Riko to Tamako... It is a birthday gift to commemorate Tamako when she was one or two years old. I remember that I forgot to bring it when I moved, and I still cared about it for a long time... But the kid has always been very sensible, and he didn't say anything about coming back to get it. ”

"I was left in Riko's room..."

"Hmm... Excuse me, but can I listen to the sound of this music box for a moment? Kitagawa Temple pinched the clockwork of the music box and looked back at the cedar logs.

"Does this make any sense? It's already such an old music box, it should be broken, and it must be a murmur when it comes out. ”

Sugi Haragi didn't quite understand Kitagawa Temple's behavior.

What Sugi Haraki didn't know was that Kitagawa Temple once heard the melody of some kind of music box when he entered the world of Tamako's heart statue in Seihara.

That extraordinarily simple, crisp sound...

"I'm a little concerned."

Kitagawa Temple explained briefly, and then slowly twisted the spring of the music box.

In fact, old antique products like this are more durable than some modern products, after all, the things made in that era are basically of excellent quality-

After all, no one dares to say that Nokia is not as strong as Apple.

Kitagawa Temple slowly let go—

Under the turn of the bronze clockwork, an indescribable sound rippled out.