Snow.

White snow.

Heavy snow piles up on both sides of the barren and dilapidated road, and the accumulated snowdrifts look like stacks of graves.

The ground was so hard that you could hear the clattering sound coming from the soles of your feet just by stepping on it.

Wrapped in a long coat and carrying a simple duffel bag, he looked ahead.

In front of him, there are mountains that spread past.

The dead and silent mountain in front of him, completely covered by snow, was the destination of his trip.

It seems that due to the winter, not to mention the voices of people in this vicinity, even the sounds of birds and beasts cannot be heard.

It all seemed too silent.

If you really want to say it, dying in this environment is indeed unknown to ordinary people.

"Mr. West, Mr. West."

A trembling voice came from behind him.

Nishijo turned around and saw Takishima Snow leaning over.

This girl has very little to carry, but even then she is a little overwhelmed by this long journey, and her little face is red.

And the West Side style is also very magical.

This girl's vision is obviously blocked by the bangs in front of her, how did she see the road ahead?

"Something?"

Xicheng's voice replied unchanged, and his pace did not slow down.

"Y-Can you help... Help me carry my stuff for a while? ”

She asked in a whispered voice.

"I can't."

"Huh?"

Xicheng's answer without even hesitation for a second made Takishima Xue completely stunned, but his next answer surprised Takishima Snow even more.

"And Miss Takishima didn't come to me to let me help you carry your luggage... Such a simple thing, right? ”

Nishijo-shi's eyes were staring closely at Takishima Snow.

He had noticed Takishima Snow approaching from just now.

At first, she hesitated, but soon she seemed to have made up her mind and walked over.

Mentioning things is just an excuse for her, she wants to use this topic to talk to Xicheng Shi.

"......" Takishima snow.

Silence, long silence.

After a while, Xicheng's voice came again:

"Are you okay? If it's okay, please keep some distance from me. ”

His gesture of wanting to stay away from him made Takishima Yuki open his mouth.

I'm a girl, right? And it's not bad just by looking at the looks.

Although the temperament is a little gloomy, there are usually people who come up to talk, but how can you put it in the Xicheng style and avoid it here?

She already lacked self-confidence, and when she was interrupted by Xicheng-style, she stammered and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing Takishima Snow like this, Nishijo had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense.

After all, in his eyes, a young girl like Takishima Xue came to seek death and commit suicide, and most of her brains had some problems, maybe she was the kind of melancholy little girl who especially liked to read Osamu Dazai's articles.

Chatting with people with brain problems, it is undoubtedly full of food and nothing to do.

Watching Nishijo continue to walk forward without saying a word, Takishima Yuki's eyes hidden under his hair flashed with a glimmer of brilliance.

She gritted her teeth and continued to carry her things, following behind Xichengshi.

On the side, Ye Zhixiao, who was dyed with yellow hair, saw this scene and scolded in a low voice.

Sure enough, these women all like the very handsome little white faces like Xicheng.

Even girls who are about to commit suicide are the same.

He cursed under his breath, as if to criticize the injustice of the world.

Morimiyayama...

It's getting closer.

......

When I walked to the abandoned campsite near Mt. Morimiya, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a faint shade of color in the sky.

Along the way, Xicheng didn't say anything.

On the contrary, it was the office worker Shan Yuanguang who said a lot in order to enliven the dull atmosphere.

According to him, he was a native of Akita Prefecture, and because he couldn't stand the difficulties of his boss in the company, he chose Morimiyama, a suicide mecca with urban legends, to commit suicide.

"Entering the land where the white mist spreads and climbing the layers of mist peaks, in the Buddhist temples and temples where the white mist lingers, if you can get the forgiveness of the children of the white mist who live in it, even the souls who have committed suicide will be comforted. This is the legend that originated from Mt. Morimiya. ”

Yamamoto Hiroshi looked at the rising fire, his eyes flashing.

"Speaking of which, the conditions here are pretty good, and all the camping equipment is available, but it's closed because of this legend that is nothing... It's a shame too. ”

Ye Zhixiao stretched out his hand to bake the fire, looked at the surrounding environment again, and continued: "After this time is over, I will bring my friends over." To be able to enjoy such a large campsite to yourself, and the scenery here is also good... It's so comfortable. ”

The place where they were was a campsite that had been abandoned.

The facilities here are fairly well preserved, with a repaired roof overhead.

In this way, you can set up a tent here, and you don't have to worry about the heavy snow accumulating in the middle of the night and bending the tent.

Listening to Noshitaka's excited voice, Yamamoto just laughed dryly twice and didn't say anything more.

Nishijo was silent and squinted at Noshitaka.

From the time netizens met to the present, this Ye Zhixiao is inevitably too active.

Knowing that Takishima Snow and Yamamoto Hiroshi were here to seek death, they can still say all kinds of stupid things.

The average person... Even if it's a bad youth.

It is unlikely that a group of people with a will to die will show such a sense of calmness.

His appearance of not being afraid of heaven and earth is not like pretending.

Could it be that this Ye Zhixiao is actually the person in charge of the website mixed in the three? Want to cover yourself up with this stupidity?

Nishijo-shiki narrowed his eyes.

But if that's the case, Noshitaka's performance is inevitably too exaggerated.

Too exaggerated acting skills will make people feel unnatural.

Xicheng has always been an accurate and thoughtful person.

It is impossible for a suicide website that has been in operation for a year to have such a website owner who has exposed so many flaws.

"Hmm..."

Xicheng Shi groaned, and was about to bring the kettle he had placed by the fire—

"Mr. Xi, Mr. Xicheng, please use it if you don't mind."

A cowardly voice came from the side.

Well?

Nishijo turned around, just in time to see Takishima Yuki handing over the brewed coffee.

Although it is an instant coffee, it still has a strong aroma in this environment.

"No need."

Xicheng stared at the other party for a while, and replied coldly.

Uh-

Listening to the words of Nishijo-style refusal, Takishima Yuki's gaze dimmed for a moment.

Then she saw Nishijo move out of the way and motioned for her to sit down.

"Mr. Nishijo..."

"Sit down. There's just something I want to ask you. ”

Xicheng said calmly.

"Yes!"

She looked as if she had found some kind of backer, and happily sat down next to Xicheng Shiki.

"You've been staring at me all this time, you want to say something to me, right?"

Xicheng asked, fiddling with the fire in front of him.

"Yes..."

Takishima Yuki nodded hesitantly, her pale face floating with fire.

"Until then, I want to ask you something."

Xicheng put down the stick that was playing with the fire and turned his head sideways:

"Miss Takishima, why did you join this suicide trip?"

The voice is low, and the tone is flat.

Snowflakes fall from the sky.

The cold wind of the forest shuttles through the forest——

Nishijo-shiki stared at Takishima Yuki's expression.

Yes.

At present, although Noshitaka has exposed more flaws, he is more like the person in charge of the website... Kataki Island snow and Yamamoto Hiroshi...

Xicheng Shishi is not entirely convinced.