"No, don't worry about that, Xicheng-kun."

Tomoko Fukaki glanced at the graffiti in front of her house with a dark gaze, and then she barely smiled and said to the Xicheng Shishi next to her.

She moved under her feet and took a step forward—

Smack!

There was an unpleasant stench and a soft touch coming from underfoot.

Fukaki Tomoko looked at her feet, and cold sweat instantly wet her back.

I'm afraid it's a skinned kitten, and at this time, a blood-stained, unrecognizable corpse... No, it's the piece of meat that happens to be trampled on the sole of your foot.

Just as soon as I lifted my feet, the soft flesh and sticky shreds of flesh were pulled up.

Hmm-

It only takes a moment for a person to go from calm to collapse.

It doesn't take much foreshadowing.

Her expression changed instantly, her mouth opened as if she wanted to laugh, but tears and uncontrollable crying erupted:

"Why do you do this to my family...? What is my family doing wrong? ”

This crying is really tearful.

Nishigi, who was standing next to him, looked at Tomoko Fukaki, who was bent down and crying, and also heard what she said when she had an emotional breakdown.

Combined with the graffiti on the top -

'Get out'.

'A family that came into contact with the Children of the Damned. ’

This made his eyes flash, and he probably understood the situation in his heart.

"Tomoko-san, please calm down." Xicheng lowered his body and comforted Fuki Tomoko, and took out his handkerchief.

"Hmm... Well. Fuki Tomoko took the handkerchief, wiped her red eyes, and looked at Xicheng again: "Thank you, Xicheng-kun." ”

"Nothing. I just don't know if Miss Tomoko can tell me what the hell happened...? It's not gossip, it's just..."

The West Side style began to cliché.

"Ahh Well... Actually, this thing... It's not easy to say. ”

Fukaki Tomoko looked at the Xicheng style with some hesitation, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Actually, Miss Tomoko, even if you don't say it, I can vaguely guess some."

Xicheng Shi saw that she seemed to be worried, so he said with Jin: "If I guessed correctly, this should be related to the Dajiang Zi I just said... No, it should be related to Yuki Sasahara. ”

Belch.

When Shenqi Zhizi heard this, his eyes shrank, and he hurriedly lowered his head, and his voice came out slightly: "There is nothing to do, Xicheng-kun, don't think about it." Please come this way. ”

She took the initiative to lead the way for the Nishijo-style inside, and never mentioned the matter of Sasahara Yuki.

Seeing her attitude, Xicheng didn't panic.

It's already good to find clues as soon as you arrive.

There's no need to be in such a hurry.

In fact, the Xicheng style also has many means to pry open the mouth of Tomoko Fukaki.

But those methods are a little shady no matter how you say it, and they are used against a little girl... It's not good to think about it.

Therefore, Xicheng didn't care about it either, and followed behind Tomoko Fukaki.

Before entering the hotel, a man dressed in Wu costume and looking very righteous happened to come out of it with cleaning utensils.

It's really the kind of person who is very tough, walking with the wind and not squinting.

As soon as the man saw Fukaki Tomoko, he greeted him: "Ah... Tomoko, I'm back... Who is this next to you? ”

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the Xicheng-style man was a little vigilant.

"Ah, Dad, this is Xicheng-kun, from Tokyo, it seems that there is something wrong here, and he wants to live in our house today."

Tomoko Fukaki hurriedly introduced.

"Oh? Young guests from Tokyo! As soon as he heard that Nishijo was from Tokyo, the vigilance in the man's eyes dissipated, and he laughed twice, and said very heroically: "It's good, I'll just say, how can there be such a good-looking young man among the residents of this sick town." ”

Then he said embarrassedly, "The ones out there... Let the guests see the joke, and I'll clean it up right away. ”

The man smiled and just turned to leave.

Fuki Tomoko also breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to continue to go inside with the Xicheng style.

As a result, before she could take two steps forward, she already heard Xicheng's voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen Qi, I want to ask, who made the traces outside?" Are you a resident of the town? ”

Tomoko Fukaki's mood suddenly tensed up again.

“... Guest, this is not something that can be said casually..."Tomoko Fukaki's father spoke slowly.

He estimated that Xicheng was probably the kind of person who liked to listen to other people's misfortunes and then use them as a conversation point for his companions, giggling and laughing.

Listening to her father's words, Tomoko Fukaki's mood relaxed again.

She was in a good mood, and she only felt that the roller coaster had finally arrived at the station.

And then—

"I'm not looking into this out of selfishness." Xicheng Shi unhurriedly took out his police ID card from his arms.

This is the police card he asked Ryoko Okano to help with a long time ago.

After all, sometimes there is still an identity that can be used and down-to-earth, and can quickly gain the trust of others.

"Tokyo Paranormal Countermeasures Division..."

Looking at the names of the people and the Xicheng-style photos above, Fukaki Tomoko's father stopped, his expression was a little surprised, "I didn't expect it to be true." ”

Although he doesn't use the Internet much, he still reads online news on weekdays.

And online news, there will be inexplicable pushes in many places.

For example, there are urban legends such as "Tokyo has set up an organization to deal with paranormal events."

"Hmm... Mr. Shen Qi can think so. Saying that, Xicheng Shi also deliberately glanced at Fuki Tomoko.

Goo-Du –

Tomoko Fukaki swallowed.

She was in a mood like a roller coaster, and she just thought she had finally arrived at the station, but she didn't expect that it was just a gentle slope, and there was a huge maneuver when the gentle slope went down.

Thrills...

"Well, since you're a police officer, you're not here just to have fun." Shen Qi's father no longer hesitated, nodded and laughed a little boldly: "It's okay, I've had enough of the residents of this town." I'll wait until I'm done cleaning up the dirty stuff outside, and then I'll tell Mr. Nishijo about it. ”

"Hmm. Trouble. ”

Xicheng nodded.

Although he just said not to worry, he is also a person who is good at seizing opportunities, and he will certainly not let go of things that can be inquired clearly.

As he walked inside, he took a look at the environment of the inn.

It seems that the house has been converted into a hotel, with the first floor used for guests and the second floor for the Shenqi family.

Xicheng followed Tomoko Fukaki to put on slippers at the front desk, checked in, and then followed her into his room.

Although this room is not big, the overall decoration is quite exquisite, the decoration is mainly in Japanese style, tatami mats, small square tables, calligraphy hanging next to the wall, and there are seals and signatures at the bottom -

Fukaki Bunta.

This is probably written by Fuki Tomoko's father.

It's not very well written, and it feels like a ghost drawing.

I have to say that Shen Qi Wentai, who dares to hang this kind of brush character in the tourist's room, is too confident.

Looking around, Nishijo retracted his gaze and put his suitcase in the locker next to him.

After doing this, he turned around and said, "Is there something you want to tell me about Miss Tomoko?" ”

Yes.

Tomoko Fukaki hasn't left since she sent Nishijo Shiki to this room, as if she has something to say to him.

"Ahh No... That, I took my leave. ”

Tomoko Fukaki opened and closed her mouth, and finally struggled to bow her head, bowed to Xichengshi, and said goodbye.

Watching her turn around and run, as if she was about to cry, Xicheng had an inexplicable feeling.

How... Feel like you've become a villain?

"Forget it." Xicheng didn't care about this little girl who was obviously hiding her heart.

Forcing someone to ask is not his style.

Since you don't want to say it, then I'll just ask your father in front of you.

No problem!

He sat down and began to sort out what he had seen along the way.

Cursed Child. Here, if the Nishijo-style guess is not wrong, then there is a high probability that it should be said that it is Sasahara Yuki.

After all, her hands looked too scary, and it was not surprising that the inhabitants of the villages and towns who were not civilized enough to be considered a cursed child were some kind of cursed child.

In particular, the Japanese are quite superstitious, otherwise it would be impossible for so many people to be deceived by the Guangji Society.

As for the 'family that came into contact with the Children of the Damned'.

It should be said that it is the family of Fukaki Tomoko here.

This would also explain why Shen Qi Wentai was so angry with the townspeople.

And why did Tomoko Fukaki see herself with an expression that looked like she had seen a wicked person... I guess she thought she came here to solve Sasahara Yuki.

Tomoko Fukaki is probably the one who came into contact with the Cursed Child.

This would also explain her low status in the class.

As for the rest...

The rest is not speculated for the time being.

Xicheng style has just come to this town, and it is already very good to be able to get these inferences.

As for the rest... We'll have to see how it goes.

Thinking about the problem, Xicheng stood up and wanted to go to the toilet.

And then—

He saw something.

A sense of coldness came to mind.

It's still the same as a hotel, but there's something more.

That's a 'person'.

To be exact... It's something that looks like a 'human'.

It's a wraith.

Bloody face, empty eyes, crooked mouth dripping with jet-black liquid, dry face, white and distorted skin, scarlet and venomous eyes rolling upward—

It's like staring at him.

At this time, you can peek into the small courtyard of the Xicheng-style room.

"Are you really okay?" Fuki Tomoko looked worriedly at the dry resentful spirit opposite him who was standing still, and couldn't help but worry: "Just drive him away... Actually, there is no need to scare him so much, it would be bad if he had a heart attack and died suddenly. ”

She turned her head sideways to look at the girl in an old red dress next to her.

It's a little girl with a good face.

But it is obviously a very delicate facial feature, but it always gives people a feeling that is not very comfortable and uncoordinated.

It's like a Japanese-style doll placed in the room.,Although there is no expression on that face.,But it always makes people feel an inexplicable malice.。

"Just scare him away! Bully Tomoko! Dare to bully Tomoko! ”

"But... You see he's scared and stays where he is, maybe something will happen, Tomoko. ”

Tomoko Fukaki pointed to the Xicheng style in the room, very worried.

Oh, yes... Xicheng hasn't moved for more than ten seconds, could it be really a myocardial infarction and die in his own hotel?

That's not a good way to say, is it?

Listening to Fukaki Tomoko's words, the little girl in the red dress jumped up nervously, and muttered in her mouth: "Scare him away!" It's to scare him away! But it's not good to scare people to death! It's not good to scare people to death! ”

She nodded vigorously, "Tomoko is right. ”

And then—

Boom!!!!

There was a muffled sound.

To be honest, Tomoko Fukaki has never seen how resentful spirits die, and she doesn't quite believe that there are really people in this world who can exorcise resentful spirits - if you take 10,000 steps back, even if there are people who can exorcise resentful spirits, it should be those who are dressed as priests and onmyoji.

But...

"How did he kill the wraith with one punch?"

Fuki Tomoko opened her mouth wide, stared at the Xicheng style inside, and subconsciously muttered to herself.

Shredded flesh slipped from his fist, and the rotten flesh of the wraith splattered the room.

Looking at this extremely inferior scene, Fukaki Tomoko also covered her mouth to prevent herself from throwing it out, and at the same time, there were incredible sparks dancing in her eyes.

Wrong... Shouldn't the Nishijo style be afraid? Shouldn't ordinary people be afraid when they see evil spirits?

Why did Xicheng style go to the fist without saying a word?

It's too...

Goo...

At this time, Tomoko Fukaki remembered what Nishigi-shi had said.

He came to look for Sasahara Yuki.

If he finds out about Yuki Sasahara...

I remembered the strength of the Xicheng-style punch that directly smashed the resentful spirits into pieces... Tomoko Fuki hurriedly covered her mouth and ran outside with Sasahara Yuki.

It's really carrying it and running away, and even Sasahara Yuki clapped her hands happily and shouted, "Tomoko! Tomoko, I'm flying! Wow - so happy! ”

This little guy thinks that Tomoko Fukaki is playing a game with himself.

"......" Tomoko Fukaki was a little speechless.

To be honest, she sometimes envies Sasahara Yuki's innocent and simple appearance who doesn't know the world.

But look at the twisted muscles on her right hand and the ugly blisters... Tomoko Fukaki still dismissed this idea.

But...

Sasahara's smile also infected Tomoko Fukaki a little.

No matter what, you can't let the West Side style succeed!

In her eyes, the Xicheng style has been equated with the wicked.

She didn't believe that Nishijo-shiki would protect Sasahara Yuki.

When the time comes, I guess it will be the same as the people in the town, bullying her, or even killing...

Thinking of this, Tomoko Fukaki only shuddered, she stopped, touched Sasahara's little head, and tears fell.

"Tomoko?"

Sasahara tilted her head.

She didn't quite understand how Tomoko Fukaki was fine just now, and now she burst into tears.

Her dirty little hands rummaged through her pockets, took out two sweet orange candy cubes from them, and then turned her little face and stuffed them into Fukaki Tomoko's hands.

"Eat this! Eat this! It was Aunt Aoi who gave it to me! After eating this, Tomoko will be happy. Very sweet. ”

After a while, Sasahara Yuki looked at Tomoko Fukaki and became even more confused:

"Tomoko, why are you crying even more? Tomoko, stop crying. ”

She tried to touch the head of Tomoko Fukaki, who was holding her, with her hand, trying to comfort her.

But it didn't work.

The cry is like water coming out of a water bottle with the cap unscrewed, getting louder and louder...