Nishikujo is pitiful and needs to absorb resentment to replenish the good thoughts that he has consumed a little too much in the past few days, and it just so happens that these low-level resentful spirits are wandering again.

Although Kitagawa Temple can't use them to improve death qi and physical fitness, Nishikujo is still pitiful and can absorb it.

In order for Nishikujo to continue to grow, Kitagawa Temple did not spare his strength.

"The fifth floor is cleaned up." Beichuan Temple looked at the resentful spirit exuding black and purple resentment at his feet, his eyes flashed, and he threw the steel pipe to the other side.

In the presence of Kagura bells, as long as Kitagawa Temple is close to these resentful spirits, it will tinkle to remind each other. This makes Beichuan Temple rush in every time, and raise your hand to greet you with a steel pipe.

But in the end, the results were remarkable, and Nishikujo regained a lot of spirits.

Now it's time to get down to business.

Helping Nishikujo to restore his good thoughts is just incidental, and the right thing to do is still to be done.

If Beichuan Temple is not mistaken, Feizhen's resentful spirit is also a primary-level resentful spirit at the lowest level, and more should be a medium-level resentful spirit.

With the bonus of the Spirit Domain, the other party seems to have the ability to resurrect Fei'an.

But no matter what, what should be done will not change.

It's as simple as finding these spirits and getting rid of them.

Kitagawa Temple goes down from the staircase on the fifth floor.

The fourth floor is empty, exactly the same building space as the fifth floor, and it is different from ordinary buildings, because the upside-down feeling of the mirror makes people feel dizzy at a glance.

There is also nothing on this floor.

Kitagawa Temple moved and wanted to continue walking downstairs

A blood-stained kitchen knife suddenly slashed at the front door of Beichuan Temple with the sound of the whirring wind!

Kitagawa Temple raised his hand and pinched the other party's wrist.

There were black bloodstains and human hair and minced flesh stuck to the kitchen knife, and just looking at it made people feel cold.

Fei'an.

Looking at the other party's face that seemed to have an anthropomorphic expression of fear, Kitagawa Temple looked at him for a moment, and then

Kick it over.

With his backhand, he snatched the kitchen knife from Fei An's hand, and the death-stained kitchen knife slashed his head in half.

After doing all this, Kitagawa Temple wiped his hands and continued to walk down as if nothing had happened.

Third floor.

This time the kitchen knife flew from behind.

Beichuan Temple tilted his head and dodged it, then turned his head and looked at the Fei'an resentful spirit that appeared again.

He stood trembling in the middle of the corridor, aggrieved like a big child of more than 100 pounds.

Kitagawa Temple silently picked up the kitchen knife from the ground and rushed over

Ten seconds later.

Kitagawa Temple looked away from Fei'an, who had fallen to the ground and had no head, and walked to the second floor.

"You're you again?" Beichuan Temple looked at Fei'an, who was blocking in front of him and kept screaming at him, and frowned.

To be honest, even if Fei'an is solved, Beichuan Temple will not reap any benefits.

It seems that because the other party is a resentful spirit in the spiritual realm, after its spirit body drifts away, countless resentments will be scattered into the apartment building, and even Nishikujo is pitiful and unable to absorb the resentment that dissipates into the dilapidated apartment building into his body.

Fei An also seems to have retained some of his senses, at least he knows fear.

But this fear could not allow it to break free from Fei Zhenna's grasp.

It rushed up again with a kitchen knife.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple flipped his wrist and entered his hand.

Sen Leng's brilliance cut open Fei'an's neck, but with a bang, Fei'an fell again.

Kitagawa Temple sensed it, and Fei An seemed to be preventing him from getting closer to the Fei family on the far left.

Is there something in there?

Beichuan Temple did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Feijia.

In the middle of the room, there is a scene of mirror images being reversed.

All the furniture was converted in position.

A birthday cake sits on a round table, and the flame of ten candles flickers.

The birthday cake has been cut, and a piece of the small paper plate on the far left is placed, and the small paper plate in the middle and the small paper plate on the far right are empty.

Black tea is brewed in the tea bowl on the far left, and there is no tea set next to the small paper plate in the middle and on the right, which is also empty.

The noise of the black TV is loud, and it is always in a state of blurred screen, and you can't see what's on it.

The TV cabinet is connected to the tea cabinet, which looks quite tasteful.

The electric fan overhead squeaked and turned, making people feel a little anxious.

Beichuan Temple stood in the living room and scanned for a long time, and found a pressed note under the small paper tray in the middle.

It is written in a child's round font

'It's the same for each of us. ’

Is it the same for each of us?

Kitagawa Temple looked at the note back and forth, and did not deduce anything for the time being.

He walked inside the house.

On the left is the innermost room of Fei Jina, and the outer room is the room of Fei Apricot and Fei An.

The two rooms are side by side, and a film of light that looks like a mirror is hung.

Looking at this layer of silver mirror, Kitagawa Temple took out the folding sapper shovel from his backpack and unfolded it, stretching it out towards the other side of the light film.

This layer of silver mirrors rippled like a lake, swallowing the sapper shovel completely.

Kitagawa Temple withdrew the sapper shovel and reached out to touch the wall next to the door.

The exact same scene happened, and his palm was swallowed into it.

Seeing this scene, Beichuan Temple no longer hesitated and boldly walked into the mirror.

When he raised his head again, he was standing at the door of Fei's house again.

In front of me is the same furniture, the same scenery.

"You can't get into it without meeting certain conditions?"

A cold light flashed in Beichuan Temple's eyes, and he slipped into his hand, and the death of Sen Ran lingered on it.

He came to Fei Xingzi and Fei An's room, and the bloodstained Jian Ding slashed away

Zizizizi.

The dead air collided with the mirror, and it produced a burnt smell.

It's the same smell as when Kaneji pierced Feijin's body.

This is indeed Fei Zhenna's ability!

Beichuan Temple will be recovered, and the mirror will be restored to its unremarkable appearance.

It seems that certain conditions must be met in order to enter.

Kitagawa Temple revisited the living room and began to think.

As mentioned earlier, all the rooms in Hemu's apartment were full of dust, and there were broken steel pipes scattered everywhere, a dilapidated scene.

Only the flying family is different.

Feijia is still the same as it was, and there has been no change in the slightest.

Does this show that Fei Zhenna still likes this family from the bottom of his heart?

It's because I like it that I will always maintain the appearance of this home.

Beichuan Temple went around and around at the foot of the temple, and finally stopped at the round table.

Stopping by the birthday cake to be exact.

If there is one thing that stands out the most in this home, it should be this birthday party scene that has been set up.

Kitagawa Temple took out the note again.

'It's the same for each of us. ’

"Everybody is the same?"

All the same?

If everyone were the same

Kitagawa Temple's heart moved.

Isn't that going to be the case?

He picked up the cake knife and was about to cut it

Nishikujo, who had been staring at the cake, jumped up pitifully and jumped directly into the cake.

Her little puppet body was covered in cream.

"Kitagawa Temple.

Nishikujo is still a little girl, and it's normal to like cakes.

But

"Don't move, pathetic."

Kitagawa Temple shook his head, and he lifted Nishikujo Pity from the cake and placed it next to the small round table.

Then he raised his hand and neatly cut two equal pieces of cake and placed them on the other two empty paper plates.

He looked up.

The tea cabinet seemed to tremble a little just now?

Kitagawa Temple put down the cake knife, walked to the tea cabinet, and groped for it.

then

A small piece of paper hidden on it was held in the hands of Kitagawa Temple.

I saw that the small piece of paper reads:

'Dad likes red, Mom likes green, I like white. ’

Under this piece of paper, a male figure is also drawn with a red brush, a green figure in a skirt, and a little figure with no color on it.

The red one was Dad, who sat on one side and didn't pay attention to the other two villains.

The green one is the mother, who holds the colorless little man in her arms.

"I like red, I like green, I like white"

Kitagawa Temple subconsciously looked at the table.

The first little paper plate has everything on the side, whether it's a drink or a cake, which represents the father.

The second and third small paper plates have nothing, no drinks and no cakes, which also means that the father does not care about the mother and daughter and snubs the villain.

"We're all the same"

Beichuan Temple raised his eyes, and he opened all the tea cabinets.

Sure enough, on the bottom layer, I found the stinky green tea and the sour milk carton that was set aside.

Is that the answer?

Kitagawa Temple takes out two identical cups and pours green tea, which is completely undrinkable, and milk, which is full of sour smell.

Then place the drink next to two small paper trays.

After Beichuan Temple finished doing this, the Hemu apartment building seemed to be shaking entirely.

The strange tremor lasted for two minutes before it gradually subsided.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, the smooth mirror surface of Fei'an and Feixingzi's room has dissipated.

Of course, Kitagawa Temple will not let go of this opportunity and walks inward.

This is a common master bedroom.

A neat queen bed, a minimalist desk, a bedside table, and a dressing closet.

There was also a note next to the bed:

Kitagawa Temple walked over and picked it up.

The same crooked child's handwriting reads:

'I will always watch you in the dark. ’

It's some brainless words again.

Looking at me in the dark?

Kitagawa Temple's gaze swept around.

This room is still the same, not the slightest change.

The Kagura bell didn't ring, and Nishikujo didn't react pitifully.

What is looking at in the dark?

Beichuan Temple couldn't figure it out for the time being, so he walked to the desk to see if he could find any clues.

He fumbled through the drawers of his desk and found a pale pink diary in one of the drawers.

The pale pink diary is signed by Fei Jina.

In other words, this is Fei Jinna's diary.

Kitagawa Temple unceremoniously opened it and swept it away.

The date is from seven years ago, a year before the massacre.

Today I played with the kids next door. The other party is really polite and a nice and good person. ’

I've been working hard, so the teacher is willing to give me the little red flower, and my dad also praises me, so I'm so happy." ’

'Today'

This diary is mainly about what Fei Zhenna did every day, or what difficulties he encountered during his growth period, and then overcame them.

Just looking at it like this, it seems that the other party is a simple and kind ordinary little girl.

Flipping through to the last page, Kitagawa Temple found a second note.

It was written with simple words:

'There are always two parts of the important thing. ’

There are always two parts of something important.

Assuming that a diary is an important thing, then there should be a diary.

Kitagawa Temple turned out the first note.

"I'm always watching you in the dark."

I am forever in the darkness

If this darkness were just a simple noun.

Then it is possible to translate like this, and the diary is hidden in the place where the light does not shine at all.

This bedroom is the master bedroom, and considering the use function, the lighting should also be very good.

In this kind of room, there are only a few places where the sun does not shine.

Under desks, corners, beds, and chairs.

Combined with the words to look at you in the dark.

The best place to get a closer look at Kitagawa Temple is:

"Under the desk."

Kitagawa Temple has been standing by the desk and touching the bottom of the desk.

Sure enough, a white diary was taped under the desk.

There is no signature on this diary, but just seeing the familiar handwriting on it, Beichuan Temple can also know whose handwriting it is.

This diary is also all of Fei Jina's items.

'Fucking fat guy next door!' Die! Die! Die! Daddy should have always liked Shina! I even said that I was a wild seed! ’

'The people in the class are getting more and more irritated, and I really want the believers to take them'

'That'

A diary full of curses and curses.

It's hard to imagine that this diary was written by a little girl who was only ten years old.

Seeing these sentences, Beichuan Temple can also imagine a scene.

After Fei Zhena had the ability, his heart was full of uneasiness and impatience.

At the same time, her mother forced her to use her abilities all the time.

This makes Fei Zhena extremely distorted in the process of gradual growth.

In addition, Fei An has been taking care of work and has no extra effort to take care of his full-time wife Fei Xingzi and his daughter Fei Zhenna, which also led to the subsequent tragedy.

'Adults like to wear masks. ’

Dad likes to wear masks, and Mom likes to wear masks. ’

No one can wear a mask in front of a mirror. ’

'The mirror will reflect all of a person's physiognomy as it is. ’

That's something that a mask can't hide. ’

'Whether it is mean or noble, whether it is arrogant or weak. ’

'In a thousand mirrors, there will always be a true self. ’

'Including myself'

On the last page of the journal, this sentence is written in a garbled, almost illegible handwriting.