"You mean, you don't know anything other than knowing that this is the inheritance of the White Mist Family?"

After listening to the answer of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng couldn't help but look at her twice.

？？？？？

You obviously don't know if you ask three questions, why are you embarrassed to pretend to be so smart just now?

You can even say with a serious expression, 'This is the reserved daughter of the White Mist family'?

To be honest, Xicheng was really frightened by this little girl with a cold expression for a moment.

The results are now looking at the past.

Xicheng only thinks that this beautiful little girl is a little stupid.

"Nope! I really don't remember! ”

The White Mist Divine Son's face turned red.

She was also a little embarrassed.

After all, he just said such powerful things.

Seeing that she really didn't look like she was lying, Xicheng felt that her blood pressure was about to be full.

He held out a finger and kept his tone unchanged:

“... I'll check again. ”

"You don't know how you got your ability to come back to life, do you?"

"Hmm." The White Mist Miko nodded.

"You don't know what the specific inheritance of the White Mist Family means, do you?"

"Hmm." The White Mist Divine Son nodded again.

"You can't even forget when you came to Tokyo, do you?"

Xicheng asked again.

"That's right." The White Mist Miko replied affirmatively.

"......" Xicheng style.

Xicheng Shi looked at the White Mist Divine Son.

The White Mist Divine Son also looked at him.

After a long while, Xichengshi stood up with a blank face, and by the way, he reached out and pulled the White Mist Miko up from the cushion.

"What are you going to do?" The White Mist Miko was pulled up obediently, and at the same time blinked his eyes and asked incomprehensibly.

"Chase you away."

Nishijo-style replied without emotion.

As soon as he heard this, the White Mist Divine Son opened his mouth wide-

"Wait, wait! Don't just drive me home! I want to repay the favor! I really want to repay the favor! ”

The White Mist Divine Son screamed, and hugged Xicheng-style waist by the way.

Don't say it, this little girl's strength is quite big, Xicheng style is pulling and pulling, and finally reached out to push her beautiful face, pushing her face into a ball, but she couldn't get her off her body.

"The family motto of the White Mist family is to repay the kindness! As the eldest daughter, I can't just leave! ”

Her face was pushed together, but she still said the sentence incoherently.

The most terrifying thing is that even when the White Mist Divine Son said these words, he still maintained that calm expression on his face.

This thing is a real facial paralysis, except for a blushing face and a slightly hurried tone, there is no change in that face.

Therefore, what she said was particularly deceptive.

Xicheng didn't care about her words at all, but still didn't give up, and tried to push her out of the room with his hands.

It's okay to break her bones.

Anyway, this paralyzed fool can't die.

He didn't want to waste his time with a high school girl.

Just as he was thinking this, the White Mist Divine Son suddenly shouted again:

"That's right! I don't remember, but my aunt probably knows that she brought me to Tokyo in the first place! ”

“......”

Xicheng stopped what he was doing, didn't ask, just stared at the White Mist Divine Son with those dark eyes.

"What I said is true."

The White Mist Divine Son's face remained unchanged and nodded vigorously.

After looking at her for a long time, Xicheng Shi said:

“... Give me your contact information. ”

Tomorrow is Saturday.

Nishijo's original plan was to call Taketo Ishimura and ask him to take him to the headquarters of the Komasonic Society to step on some points and spy on some of the situation by the way.

Looks like time has to be compressed a little bit here.

"Okay."

The White Mist Miko reported both the mobile phone number and the email number to the Xicheng style.

After the two confirmed each other, Xicheng added a sentence:

"I'll probably visit tomorrow afternoon."

"I see."

After receiving this answer, the White Mist Divine Son voluntarily walked out of the door, and then bowed to Xicheng very politely:

"Xicheng-san, please visit tomorrow, my aunt and I will be waiting for you at home."

"......" Xicheng Shi didn't answer, he watched the white mist god disappear at the end of the corridor, and then he withdrew his gaze.

For some reason, the girl of the White Mist Divine Son seems to be particularly obsessed with the 'White Mist Patriarch's Daughter'.

Even faintly to the point of pathology.

In general, do girls come to the house of the boy they meet for the first time?

But the White Mist Divine Son not only came, but even gave himself his contact information.

And now that I think about it, I will find that the White Mist Divine Son speaks in a very strange way.

Where she speaks with honorifics, she basically has honorifics.

I don't know how to use a mobile phone, and I raise my hands and feet as if I am from a famous family, and I have good rules.

If you insist on adding an adjective to her, it should be a deep lady who is not involved in the world and does not adapt to modern society.

Xicheng narrowed his eyes.

In my previous life, when I traveled back and forth to various parts of Japan to do business, I always heard some local customs and stories with mysteries and strangeness.

Hidden deep in the mountains, in places unknown to everyone, there are all kinds of bloody and strange traditions.

It is a folk custom to tear out the heart of a sacrifice to pray for the safety of a village.

A ritual that pierces people's eyes to yearn for the peace of their people.

Ropes are put around people's hands, necks, and legs, and the corpses are dismembered to defend against unknown threats...

In the last life, Xicheng Shi used these words as a joke between customers.

But Japan in this life is different, the mysterious resurrection, the Komasonic Society is weird, and there are professional soul killers on the police side...

The white mist that emanated after the death of the White Mist Divine Son... Maybe it's the product of some kind of ritual.

Xicheng exhales.

He didn't let down his guard against the White Mist Divine Son.

Even if he has to visit tomorrow, he still has a lot to prepare.

Always be vigilant and careful to ensure that his Xicheng-style ship is unsinkable.

"Take time out to go to the Guangji Association headquarters tomorrow morning, and go to the White Mist Shenzi's house in the afternoon."

Xicheng Shi's heart calculated.

After all, even if you want to sell the Guangjihui, you need to find out the internal situation of the Guangjihui, so as not to cause a commotion afterwards.

"It looks like I'm going to have to keep lurking."

Xicheng muttered to himself.

But it's okay.

Now it seems that all Xicheng needs to do is mediate between the Guangji Society and the police, and there is no need to be distracted to take care of other things for the time being.

As things stand, there are no signs of other hostile forces being involved in these matters.

The original owner seems to be a simple villain leader.

That's fine.

A single agent is always much less difficult than a multi-faceted agent.

As for the Japanese-style villains? Whoever likes to be who is going to be, anyway, Xicheng style doesn't want to go into this cesspool.

Xicheng analyzed, and couldn't help but nod. He thinks he can still stabilize the overall situation.

Things are gradually getting better.

Nishijo-style turned and re-entered the room. Then I saw the phone on the desktop suddenly ring.

Well?

Could it be that the White Mist Divine Son sent her home address?

Xicheng raised his eyebrows and turned on the phone.

In the mailbox letter, there is such an email lying quietly -

'Tomorrow night at half past seven, we will meet at the CURE café near Keihoku High School. ’

'Watch out for the tail of the Kornish. ’

"......" Xicheng style.

Looking at this email, Xichengshi exhaled and took another breath.

What kind of demon is this original owner?

It's a dead man!