In Japan, each campsite has a dedicated forestry manager to maintain the environment and provide services to the campers.

The huts left behind by these forest rangers are naturally the best place to hide a large number of corpses.

From Yamamoto Hiroshi and Noshitaka, Nishiro Shiki-shi touched the token of the believers of the Eternal Festival - the white ring rosary.

Obviously, they are the believers left by the Eternal Sacrifice Society to protect the entrance to the old site of the White Mist House.

Thinking that there was still some time, Nishiro woke up Noshitaka again, and after a 'friendly conversation' with him, he learned that the only believers left behind in Morinomiya Mountain were him and Yamamoto Hiroshi.

As if to catch the White Mist Divine Son, even the believers near Morinomiya Mountain were mobilized.

"Are you Mr. Nishijo mentioned by Officer Okano on the phone?"

"Well, I am."

Xicheng Shi glanced at the middle-aged policeman who came up and answered.

"Is it..."

The middle-aged policeman glanced at Xicheng style with some concern, and felt a little strange in his heart.

When he came over, he heard Yayin Okano say it on the other side of the phone.

This Xicheng Shi is a member of the special department that deals with paranormal events... But it looks like an ordinary person... There's no such thing as three heads and six arms.

He thought for a moment and said, "According to the order sent by the superiors, we will continue to search here for three days, during which the mountain will be closed to Morinomiya... Do you think that's okay? ”

"Yes, it's very troublesome."

Xicheng nodded at the middle-aged policeman.

Very good... In this way, Morimiya Mountain was temporarily closed.

The police guarding Mt. Morinomiya will also serve as a barrier to prevent the Eternal Festival from sensing that something is wrong.

Just take advantage of this time... Take the White Mist Divine Son into the old site of the White Mist to investigate.

"That's right. Mr. Nishijo. Seeing that Xicheng was leaving, the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but ask, "What should I do about the little girl who is walking with you?" ”

A little girl with you?

Nishijo-shiki turned his gaze to look at Takishima Yuki, who was standing a little blankly with hot cocoa in his hand.

Although she was blocked by bangs so she couldn't see her expression clearly, Xicheng Shi could clearly feel that she was looking at herself.

It seemed that she saw Xicheng turn her head, and she was still standing on tiptoe, her little face flushed and waved at him vigorously.

"......" Xicheng style.

Anyway, they are also the ones who have survived the difficulties together, he thought about it, and still beckoned to Takishima Yuki and motioned for her to come over.

"West, West..."

As soon as he approached the Nishijo style, the courage he had just waved disappeared, and Takishima Snow turned into a cowering and shrinking head again, not daring to speak.

"I'm talking to the officer about what you're going to do next."

Nishijo didn't care about Takishima Yuki's performance, but said calmly, "I remember that the school you attended was Calamus Junior High School in Tokyo, right?" You must be living in Tokyo, right? ”

He had seen Takishima Yuki's student ID, so he naturally knew where she was.

"I..." Takishima's lips moved, and she felt like she wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

She could only tug at her cuffs and respond in pain, looking painful, "Yes." My home is in Tokyo..."

Takishima Yuki's slightly pained expression was noticed by Nishigi.

He raised his eyebrows, and his mind sank.

I already felt it last time.

Takishima Snow... It seems that there is something wrong with the family relationship.

At the beginning, he asked Takishima Yurai Mori Miyayama for the reason, and he was told that it was because of the bullying of his classmates and that his parents didn't care - this kind of rough explanation.

At that time, Xicheng didn't want to delve into it, so he didn't ask much.

But now that I think about it, it shouldn't be like that.

What are the parents whose daughters have left Tokyo and come to Akita, and who have stayed in Akita for a few nights without saying anything?

At least when Nishigi and Takishima Yuki were temporarily acting together, her parents didn't even call her, as if there was never such a daughter.

That's a little wrong.

Xicheng thought for a moment before asking, "What are you going to do next?" ”

"Woo..." This seems to be the topic that Takishima Yuki has been evading, she 'woos', and said in a dying tone: "Return, go home... bar. ”

“... Yes. Xicheng let out a deep groan.

He asked the middle-aged police officer next to him for a note, and wrote his contact information in passing.

"This is my phone number, I also live in Tokyo, so if there is anything I need help with, I will give you a call. Although it doesn't necessarily help. ”

Nishigi-shiki shoved the note into Takishima Yuki's hand.

"Huh...?"

Takishima Xue held the note in his hand, and the bangs blocked the expression of the upper half of his face in shock, then in a trance, and then in disbelief: "Really, really?" ”

"Yes."

Xicheng nodded.

"Thank you very much!"

Takishima Yuki, who received the answer, bowed happily to the Nishijo style.

"You're welcome."

Nishijo nodded politely.

The two are also friends who have survived the difficult times, and it doesn't matter much if they help a little.

He turned his head again and talked to the middle-aged policeman next to him about the transfer of Takishima Yuki.

Looking at the Nishijo style, Takishima Yuki's eyes sparkled.

Mature, steady, and calm at all times and places.

It's really handsome, Xicheng-kun.

Takishima Yuki couldn't help but think.

The atmosphere of Xicheng is completely different from those childish students in the country, and even in the face of adult social people, he can answer and talk in a measured manner.

The point is –

Takishima Yuki winced and glanced up at the side face of Nishijo.

She sighed in her heart-

It's so handsome.

......

After arranging for Takishima Snow to go home, Xicheng Shiki did not continue to delay here.

He said goodbye to Takishima Yuki and returned to the hotel.

"Takishima snow... Schoolgirl? ”

Listening to the Xicheng-style narration, the white mist god stared at the beautiful big eyes.

She couldn't help but glance at the white mist chrysalis who was kneeling on the other side and drinking tea, and muttered something in her heart.

It's over.,If Shiki-kun directly likes the girl named Takishima Yuki.,What should my aunt do?

"Hmm." Although Xicheng Shi wondered why the White Mist Divine Son reacted so much, he still replied in a deep voice: "In short, there are no more Eternal Sacrifice Society believers in Morinomiya Mountain, and now is a great opportunity to go to the old site of White Mist." ”

"Is there anything I need to prepare?" Listening to Xicheng style bring the topic back on track, the White Mist Divine Child didn't think about it anymore, she asked.

"I've got everything I need to prepare. It's just getting you ready to spend the night in the old White Mist site. ”

Nishijo replied immediately.

Yes, this time it is likely to spend the night in the old site of the White Mist.

The Xicheng style is not a perpetual motion machine, he is also a human being, and he needs to rest.

But there are not only resentful spirits in the old site of the White Mist, but also monsters like the walking dead - I don't know if I can rest smoothly.

"If you want to spend the night in the White Mist House, which has been completely abandoned, I personally recommend looking for the Buddhist buildings scattered around the old site of the White Mist."

The white mist chrysalis put down the teacup and said with some concern in his eyes: "These small Buddha halls that are large and scattered everywhere were established by the White Mist family in order to get rid of evil spirits, and generally speaking, resentful spirits or living remains will not take the initiative to approach. ”

"Really?"

Xicheng's eyes flashed.

If that's the case, don't be afraid of running out of time to rest.

He was thinking here, but the white mist chrysalis over there was worried.

Can it really go well?