After talking to Hitomi Asamiya for a while, the other party took out a diary from his small bag and handed it to Kitagawa Temple.

Her face flushed, and she said hesitantly, "This, this is what Sister Yongshi asked me to give to you, she said. If all is worked out, here is this, which has all the answers so far. ”

Ma Gong forever?

Kitagawa Temple glanced thoughtfully at the Kagura bell that was inserted next to the outdoor backpack.

Yesterday he also found an opportunity to try to communicate with Asamiya Eiyo in Kagura Bell.

But the other party seems to have consumed too much spirit and has been falling into a deep sleep.

Kitagawa Temple withdrew his gaze and looked back at the diary in his hand.

The exterior of the diary has been slightly oxidized and yellowed.

The edges are frayed, but the whole is well preserved.

In the lower right corner of the cover that is too simple, the name of Asamiya Eternal is written in detail.

This is supposed to be the diary of Asamiya Forever.

Kitagawaji's eyes flashed, and he opened the diary.

In the last few pages of the diary, delicate handwriting is meticulously written.

'Sijun personally enlightened:'

When the temple saw me leave these words, presumably everything in the shrine and even the shrine was solved by the temple king, right? ’

I'm sorry to tell you about what happened in this way. ’

Then without further ado, let's get to the point. ’

'On the issue of Hitomi's memory loss. At the beginning of the Shenhua Welcoming Ceremony, Hitomi had a high fever that did not go away, but at that time, when the ceremony was at a critical time, there was only one Granny Fuyuko who was responsible for taking care of her. At that time, I had already foreseen that the ritual would fail, but it was impossible for the Divine Flower Welcoming Ceremony to be interrupted at the slightest word of my word, and even if it did, it would only lead things in a direction that I could not predict. ’

After being killed by Woe, resentment also came upon me, and my sister and I turned into spirits and took the keys to the Asamiya family and the Shinjo house away from the altar. Entrusting the key to Fuyuko's mother-in-law in the state of a spirit body, let her leave overnight and return to Tokyo, presumably it was during that time period that Hitomi, who had been suffering from a high fever and had been tired for a long time, lost her memory, right?

After that, it's time for me to re-enter the coffin and wait for you. ’

'Soul Suppression Twins, Twin Body Symbiosis. But that doesn't mean that when I die, Maki-e sister will die. The twins are symbiotic, not co-die, and this is also a constraint attached to the Divine Residence. Hitomi, who is a relative, will be contaminated with trouble, and it must be because of me and Maki-e's sister. ’

'With some props from the Ma Gong family, you should be able to enter the Divine Residence Mountain, right? ’

'Si-kun, I will turn into a flower, as a soul-attracting flower, and cross the gods to the other side of the village. ’

But what will happen to me and my sister? I didn't know it then. ’

If I get away with my sad fate and hope to be by Terera-kun's side, I want to go to Tokyo. I've heard from the head of the family that there are many, many beautiful clothes in addition to kimonos, and there are many, many new things.

'I'd love to have a smartphone. ’

The words stop here.

Just looking at the content behind, Asamiya Yongshi doesn't seem to know what the consequences will be after the Divine Flower Welcome Ceremony will be.

But from now on, Ma Gong will remain in this world forever-

Kitagawa Temple closed the diary and looked at Hitomi Asamiya, who was probing his brain beside him.

Seeing that Beichuan Temple's gaze turned around, Asamiya Hitomi's eyes trembled, and his hands swayed wildly in front of his chest: "That, I didn't mean to peek!" Kitagawa-san! I"

Speaking of the back, her voice became very small:

"I'm just curious."

"Kitagawa Temple.

Seeing her like this, Kitagawa Temple knew that her memory had not been restored.

Yes, the reality is not the same, everything can be perfect.

Besides, for Asamiya Hitomi, maybe some of the memories of the god in the village can't be recalled.

Kitagawa Temple's calm and slightly meaningful gaze made Asamiya Hitomi hesitate and didn't dare to speak.

After a long time, she stumbled and bowed her head to admit her mistake:

"I'm sorry."

"Kitagawa Temple.

Why did you apologize again?

"No need to apologize." Kitagawa Temple said with an unchanged face.

It's time to change the problem of Hitomi Asamiya apologizing at every turn.

Hitomi Ma Gong hesitated a little when she heard this, and then nodded lightly: "Yes." ”

Kitagawa Temple was a little speechless.

He didn't care whether Hitomi Ma Gong listened to it or not, and after bowing his head slightly, he took out his mobile phone and flipped through his urban weird talk homepage.

He uploaded many photos on top of the concise page.

This time, the god was stationed in the village, and Beichuan Temple took a lot of precious video materials.

He backed up a copy of these images on the cloud server, and he used some irrelevant ones to enrich the layout.

And his high-intensity update content this time has caused many people who are browsing his homepage to post comments at the bottom.

'it? Is the blogger still alive? And went to a new spiritual spot? ’

'This shabby haunted house feel! Blogger, where did you shoot it? There are no such realistic props here in Tokyo! ’

'Can anyone tell me what those white shadows are in the picture?' ’

"No, no, no, it's oozing when I look at this at noon."

All sorts of comments poured in.

It seems that during this period of time, the popularity of the homepage of urban ghosts and weird talks has not decreased.

People always like to hunt for curious things.

But if they are allowed to actually enter the Ma Gong family or the Shen Zhu family, maybe few will dare to enter, right?

After sweeping these comments, Beichuan Temple opened the private mailbox again.

The private mailbox was stuffed with messages again.

Most of the private mailboxes are some messages urging Beichuan Temple to update, and there are also some malicious messages that slander him.

After removing the above two parts of the private message, there are not many private messages left.

And this part of the private message is also Beichuan Temple's personal favorite, a private message such as a strange story.

Kitagawa Temple glanced down, and his eyes immediately paused—a private message caught his attention.

"New urban weirdos? Tokyo's? ”

Kitagawa Temple touched his chin.

As soon as he said that, he remembered.

The urban weirdness of the abandoned factory of the Miki puppet he still has not been solved.

These days, Ikuo Yoshida and Naoya Seki haven't sent any news to themselves, and they don't know how Nakamura Ken's investigation is.

But

"It's been so long, maybe something has happened." Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, and with a movement of his fingers, he clicked on this private message.

'Blogger! Do you know the latest urban legend that has been circulating among students in Tokyo recently? I'm going to tell you the details of the strange story now, and I hope you can investigate the strange story clearly. ’

It is said that when you walk alone in the quiet streets at night, you will hear the crisp sound of a metal bat. ’

'It's going to get louder, louder, louder, faster, and when you turn around—'

Then you will see a rapidly falling bat smash into your head. ’

Well?

Kitagawa Temple frowned.

How does this strange tale feel so inexplicably familiar?

It is said that the owner of the bat was a hideous-looking male high school student, and if he was unwilling to let him wander around the streets of Bunkyo Ward, whenever he found a high school student at night, he would first ask a question, and if you didn't answer, he would smash your head with a blood-stained bat, and if you answered his question, he would leave, and in two days, you would die unexpectedly for no reason. ’

"Bunkyo District?" Kitagawa Temple's brows furrowed even tighter.

Isn't that the one he lives in?

What else has happened there?

Kitagawa Temple rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head indifferently.

This should be an apocryphal urban weirdo.

Beichuan Temple has lived in Bunkyo District for a month or two, and there is not a small amount of time to go home at night, and I have investigated the surrounding situation many times with death qi, but I can't find the resentment at all.

"And how does this weird feel so familiar to me?"

As far as the matter is concerned, Kitagawa Temple has also mentioned that the bat has chased and killed a murderer like Ishikawa Kaito, and this strange talk feels like talking about that thing.

"But how can there be such a thing in this world?"

Kitagawa Temple shook his head, shook off all these considerations, and continued to look down.

The next strange story is also very interesting.

It's about Sucha High School, which Kitagawa Temple went to some time ago.

However, there are a lot of strange talks about Sucha High School, and Kitagawa Temple doesn't particularly care about it.

After all, all the things that should be solved there have been solved by Beichuan Temple.

But being idle now is idle, and it doesn't matter if you look at this strange story called 'Falling Iron Gate'.

The main content of the strange tale is about Eisuke Yamaguchi and the two of them.

The two nán lords were carried out in a coma less than a few hours after entering Sucha High School.

When some well-wishers walked to the path that Yamaguchi Eisuke had walked on, they found that the entire iron gate had collapsed to the ground.

That's not something humans can do.

What happened to the supernatural n tán lord inside, except for the two supernatural n tán lords, no one knows anymore.

It's all nonsense.

Kitagawa Temple thought in his heart.

He kicked down the iron gate, and he moved out of the people, and Yamaguchi Eisuke did meet the resentful spirit, but this strange story didn't get to the point at all.

And the reason why Eisuke Yamaguchi didn't tell the whole process of the incident is probably because they want to hype up traffic.

And it turns out that they have also succeeded, and even the form of strange talk is there, how can it be said that it is not successful?

"But I did everything, and this kind of weird talk doesn't make sense at all."

This is undoubtedly another useless piece of strange news.

It seems that his Beichuan Temple has become one of those urban weirdos.

Beichuan Temple flipped through the phone for a while, and after finding that there was no information on it that he cared about, he put the phone down and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

And on the other side.

Hitomi Asamiya called his family to report his safety.

More than an hour passed quickly, and after officially arriving at the bus stop, Kitagawa Temple didn't talk to Asamiya Hitomi too much, just briefly ordered a few words, and the two separated.

Return to Kitagawa's house from the bus stop.

During this period, it took more than ten minutes to Beichuan Temple.

"It's finally back." Kitagawa Temple took out the key and entered his house.

Beichuan's house was quiet, and not a single figure could be seen.

There was a note on the table that had been written long ago.

"Brother Si, recently I want to visit more art exhibitions to accumulate my heritage, it is said that there will be a youth competition next, I will definitely cheer!" The next goal is to become the ace of the art department of Keibuk High School, and if you can't see me when you come back, it means that I have already visited various exhibitions. ’

'Eri respectfully. ’

"This little girl." Beichuan Temple looked back and forth, and then didn't pay attention to her.

Although it is spring break now, Eri Kitagawa will still want to participate in the art department at Keihoku High School next, so it is natural to visit various art exhibitions.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple naturally has nothing to say.

Developing extracurricular hobbies, cultivating sentiments and fighting supernatural spirits, and investigating cases are similar in nature, all of which are similar to hobbies-

It may seem strange to say that, but it's true.

Beichuan Temple was relieved, went upstairs into his room, put down the outdoor backpack that was almost half a person high, and sorted out the harvest again.

This time, I got a lot of supernatural literature such as books, and with the investigation of Sucha High School in front of me, the top layer of the bookshelf of Kitagawa Temple has been stuffed.

After sorting everything into categories, Kitagawa Temple picked up the Kagura Bell.

Jingle Bell –

Kagura has a crisp ringtone and has a calming effect.

Kitagawa Temple flipped his wrist.

There is a colored halo floating on the surface of Kagura Bell.

In the midst of that halo, someone seemed to be asleep.

Asamiya Eternal doesn't seem to have half of the meaning of waking up.

Kitagawa Temple didn't care, and he hung the kagura bell in the empty space next to the desk.

After completing this action, a small figure suddenly burst out of the neckline.

Nishikujo is pitiful.

"It's up to you this time."

Kitagawa Temple stretched out his fingers and stroked Nishikujo's poor little head.

And Nishikujo pitifully also comfortably hugged Kitagawa Temple's fingers and rubbed his little face.

It's not bad to be so quiet once in a while.

Kitagawa Temple twisted his neck after retracting his fingers.

He was going downstairs to make a cup of strong tea and relax, and his body looked a little stiff after several days in the mountains.

But before Beichuan Temple could open the door, the mobile phone placed next to the bedside table rang.

Beichuan Temple stopped his steps, grabbed the phone with one hand, and glanced at the names of the people on it.

Kamiya Miku.

The little girl's instincts were as accurate as ever.

Kitagawa Temple had just returned to Tokyo, and Kamiya Mirai called him.

The other party may want to say something about the Miki abandoned doll factory that she has been investigating

As soon as I thought of this, Beichuan Temple directly connected it.

"Hey? Is it Temple-kun? Kamiya Mirai said hello tentatively over there.

Kitagawaji's voice remained unchanged: "It's me." ”

"Wow! It's really a temple-kun, by the way, have you come back from Ibaraki Prefecture? Not in Tokyo? ”

"Well, stay home now."

Kitagawa Temple affirmed the other party's idea, but he didn't expect the next sentence Kamiya Miku would say.

"Then Sijun, you can go downstairs and open the door later, I will be there in five minutes."

After saying that, Kamiya Miku, the quirky little girl, hung up the phone.

This Japanese-style supernatural is not too cold to stick