The next day, Beichuan Temple returned to its original way of life, getting up early to exercise, cooking and going out.

I heard Eri Kitagawa say that she had to go out today to make an appointment, and Kitagawa Temple gave this salted egg sister a day off.

After informing Chiba Hotaru, Kitagawa Temple stayed at home until half past eight before leaving for Kamiya's house.

Kamiya Mirai was looking at the door of the house early, and as soon as he saw Kitagawa Temple coming, he ran to him in a hurry.

"Si-kun, let's go." Kamiya Future has completely changed into spring clothes today, and it looks beautiful and conspicuous.

"Hmm."

Since Kamiya Mirai came over by himself, then Kitagawa Temple naturally had nothing to say, he nodded and walked towards the station in the opposite direction.

The process of walking to the station and then boarding the train is needless to say.

By the time Kamiya Mirai and Kitagawa Temple went from Bunkyo Ward to Nerima-ku, it was already past 9:40.

This is Kiyoi Kobayashi's home.

Kamiya Mirai and Kitagawa Temple pressed the dialer at the bottom of the building and went directly to Kobayashi Kiyoi's house in room 412.

The number was picked up by a woman:

"Hello? Who is it? ”

"Hello, Aunt Kobayashi, I sent an email yesterday to visit your Kamiya." Kamiya Miku shows an inexplicable demeanor in terms of receiving people and things, she doesn't speak lightly, but she can make people feel very comfortable.

The woman who answered the number said 'ah', and then replied:

"It's really rude, I'll open the door, you guys please come in."

With a crisp sound of 'jumping', the thick glass door of the entrance hall opened.

"Let's go, Si-kun."

"Hmm."

The two didn't say much, pushed open the door and took the elevator, and pressed down to the fourth floor.

After more than ten seconds of waiting, Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai officially arrived on the fourth floor.

According to the house number, Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai soon came to the 412 Kobayashi Room.

There, a middle-aged woman with anxiety in her eyebrows and eyes was standing by the door waiting for the two of them.

"Hello, Aunt Xiaolin." A smile like a spring breeze appeared on Mirai Kamiya's face.

"Hello." Kitagawa Temple followed behind and nodded.

"Hello... It's Kamiya-san and Kitagawa-san, right? Come in. ”

It seems that Kamiya Mirai also chatted with this Kobayashi Kiyoi's mother for a while last night, and taking that opportunity, Kamiya Mirai also introduced Kitagawa Temple to Aunt Kobayashi.

Kiyoi Kobayashi's mother is a stay-at-home wife, her husband Miao Kobayashi is a technical employee in an IT industry, and Kiyoi Kobayashi is their only child.

Kobayashi Saki welcomed Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai into the house, and immediately served tea.

"Please."

"Thank you." Kamiya Mirai thanked him, and at the same time, her little head was tilted, and she pretended to look around curiously: "Speaking of which, aunt, what about the others in Qingjing?" It's been a long time since we've seen him, and I haven't seen him come out to catch up? ”

Kamiya Miku looks very familiar with Kobayashi Kiyoi, if it weren't for Kitagawa Temple knowing that the other party hadn't actually contacted Kobayashi Kiyoi at all, maybe he would have been deceived by her.

But Kobayashi Saki didn't know this, and when she heard Kamiya Mirai ask such a question, she couldn't help but pause when she served tea, and a gloomy look appeared on her face.

"Aunt Xiaolin? What happened to you? Why is it so sad? What happened? ”

Seeing that Kobayashi Saki was about to cry, Kamiya Mirai hurriedly got up and asked with great concern.

Instinctively, a hint of something bad flashed in her and Kitagawa Temple's hearts.

Kobayashi Kiyoi, who has not been seen for a long time, shows such an expression of Kobayashi Hayaki...

It can't be that something really happened to Kiyoi Kobayashi, right?

"It's okay." Kobayashi Saki sighed: "Originally, I was mentally prepared to tell you about Qingjing." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Kamiya Mirai asked in a deep voice.

Kobayashi Saki sighed again: "Qingjing... He is not in good spirits and has been admitted to the hospital by us. ”

"Feeling a little mentally ill?"

"Hmm." Hayaki Kobayashi fell into memories:

"That was probably last month, at first Kiyoi told us that there were people in his room, and someone was secretly peeping at him, but we didn't care at the time, because this is the fourth floor, and Kamiya-san and Kitagawa should have seen it when they came up, and someone had to open the door to enter this building... And the security of the building has always been very good. ”

"No one has the ability to go through the gate, bypass the security, and deliberately bypass us and enter Kiyoi's room, right?"

"That's true." Mirai Kamiya nodded.

"Miao and I were just perfunctory to our son at the time, but we didn't expect that there would be a follow-up."

Kobayashi Saki wiped his eyes with a tissue: "After that, another week has passed, Qingjing is fine, I still go to school and chat with friends, and Miao and I are also relieved." But once when I came home from grocery shopping, I found that Kiyoi wanted to hold a knife and think..."

Speaking of this, Kobayashi Saki couldn't cry.

Kiyoi Kobayashi wants to commit suicide by cutting his wrists, and he is inexplicably extremely aggressive.

His eyes were bloodshot and his mouth was still muttering something in small pieces.

"It was only when we were called to subdue him that we heard his whispered words." Kobayashi's mood stabilized, she pulled out another tissue, and continued:

"Kiyoi was saying, 'Don't come, don't come, kid... Child!!! That's the kind of thing you say. I didn't know what those words meant, but the doctor diagnosed him with severe mania and auditory hallucinations. Now we have handed him over to the hospital for treatment. ”

Transferred to the hospital for treatment?

Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai glanced at each other.

"I wanted to tell you in an email yesterday, but since Kiyoi fell ill, few friends have come to see him again... So... I'm sorry. ”

"It's all right, aunt." Kamiya Mirai shook the poor woman's palm: "Can you tell us which hospital Kiyoi is in?" Temple-kun and I wanted to visit. ”

"Hmm..."Saki Kobayashi wanted to cry again.

Looking at Mirai Kamiya's cute appearance and serious expression, she nodded lightly and told her the address of the hospital with Kitagawa Temple.

- This is indeed a society that looks at faces.

......

After saying goodbye to Kobayashi Saki, Kamiya Mirai couldn't help but let out a breath and glanced at the note that Kobayashi Saki had given him.

It has the address of the hospital and the ward number of Kiyoi Kobayashi written on it.

As soon as he got out of the apartment building, Kamiya Mirai turned his face sideways and said:

"It's still Sijun who is smart, and he actually expected that something happened to Kobayashi Kiyoi in advance."

These words, which were obviously suspicious of pleasing Beichuan Temple, did not make Beichuan Temple's expression change much.

He just looked at the note in Mirai Kamiya's hand and pointed out sharply:

"If a strange story is true, then the people involved with it will be affected to a greater or lesser extent, and after the incident with Nana Hoshino, Kamiya should be very clear."

"This effect may be caused by auditory hallucinations caused by resentment, or it may be a precursor to being possessed, and it is more likely to be the same as Ishikawa Kaito's incident."

"I see! I know! Kamiya Mirai rubbed his temples: "I'm just in charge of the perimeter investigation, I won't do dangerous things." ”

Kitagawa Temple said so much undoubtedly did not want her to be in danger, Kamiya Miku knew in the future.

She also knew that if she was involved, she would only cause trouble for Beichuan Temple.

"If only you knew."

Kitagawa Temple's tone is still hard, but Kamiya Mirai doesn't care.

She was humming a little song on her lips, and she was still chanting in her heart.

The two soon arrived at the hospital where Kiyoi Kobayashi had entered.

Say hello to the nurse at the front desk, and the two of them checked in and went up to the fourth floor of the annex building to enter the psychiatric ward.

In fact, most of the patients here are depressed, insomnia, delusions, transient aphasia, and mania.

More serious cases are transferred to specialized psychiatric hospitals for closed treatment.

Fortunately, Kobayashi Kiyoi did not have any excesses after being admitted to the hospital, which made it so easy for Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya to visit the future -

Originally, Kamiya Mirai and Kitagawa Temple thought so.

But when they saw many doctors and nurses gathered around the ward where they were going, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

With a burst of exclamations from the crowd, a wall of doctors and nurses was forcibly separated, and a young man in a blue and white hospital gown with pale and dyed yellow hair rushed out.

His eyes were scarlet, and there was saliva hanging from his mouth, and he rushed directly to Kamiya Miku.

"Stop him! Stop him! ”

Someone shouted.

Kamiya Mirai showed an unflustered side, she looked back at Kitagawa Temple, and reported, "He is Kobayashi Kiyoi!" ”

"Hmm." Kitagawa Temple nodded.

But in fact, there is no need for Kamiya Mirai to tell Kitagawa Temple at all.

With his extraordinary dynamic eyesight, Beichuan Temple had long seen the faint blue and purple scratches on the wrist of the other party's right hand.

He just moved his feet, blocking in front of Mirai Kamiya, and immediately lifted his right foot, just inserting it into the crotch gap of Kiyoi Kobayashi who was running over, and at the same time jerked forward with his knees.

Bang Bang –

This quick and precise kick caused Kobayashi Kiyoi to lose his center of gravity and fall forward.

Beichuan Temple didn't watch him fall, and the others didn't move, stretching out a right hand to hold the opponent's neckline, so that the other party kept the other party leaning forward, but couldn't exert force.

The wrist of his right hand was forced, and a hidden force pulled Kobayashi Kiyoi to stand firm, while Kitagawaji's left hand also slipped out from the bottom of his sleeve and landed on the scratch of the opponent's right hand.

Dead qi surged out deftly, softly covering the blue and purple child's paw print on the opponent's right hand.

All of this happened in an instant.

Even Kamiya Miku, who was closest to Kitagawa Temple, only saw Kobayashi Kiyoi, who had rushed over, first fall forward inexplicably, and then lean back, like a ball being played with by Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple's expressionless iceberg face contrasted sharply with Kobayashi Kiyoi's miserable and miserable and distorted expression.

"Stop! What are you doing?! ”

The doctor from the hospital finally came, and he looked at Kobayashi Kiyoi, who was sweating profusely, and called Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple glanced at him, and then said to Kobayashi Kiyoi, who gradually had a hint of clarity in his eyes:

"My name is Beichuan Temple, and I'll come back another day."

Then Kitagawa Temple held Kobayashi Kiyoi steady and said to the doctor, "The patient is fine, don't worry." ”

“... Is it? The doctor walked over to hold Kobayashi Qingjing with a suspicious face, and after checking up and down, he really didn't find any wounds, and said a little apologetically: I'm sorry for this gentleman, I just care about the patient, I'm really sorry for the collision between my words and deeds just now. Thank you for your help. ”

Beichuan Temple only raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "It's okay." ”

"Thank you for your understanding." The middle-aged doctor bowed to Kitagawa Temple, turned around and put Kobayashi Kiyodera into the ward with his colleagues.

Kamiya Mirai watched them leave, and said with a little curiosity: "Si-kun, you weren't angry just now?" ”

"Why should I be angry?" Kitagawa Temple side head.

"Because... Because of that doctor's attitude... I thought you'd be angry. ”

"Only doctors who care about the physical condition of patients are good doctors, and I have no reason to be angry with them."

Beichuan Temple's expression was indifferent, and there was indeed no dissatisfaction between his words.

"Shall we go over then? Kiyoi Kobayashi, he-"

"No need to go over." Kitagawa Temple took a deep look at Kobayashi Kiyoi who was taken back:

"The purpose of our trip has been achieved."

"Already reached?" Kamiya Mirai was stunned.

Kitagawa Temple nodded, and at the same time extended his left wrist.

There, at some point, a blue and purple scratch appeared.

That's like a child's fingerprint!

......

While removing the fingerprints with a dead breath, Kitagawa Temple sensed that as long as he had that thought, it seemed that he could transfer the fingerprint curse to his own body.

He thought so, and he did.

The curse that others can't avoid, but Beichuan Temple is willing.

"This is what has always been called the Blue and Purple Curse Finger Marks?" Kamiya Miku's eyes were full of curiosity.

Her white palm also looked back and forth at Beichuan Temple's wrist.

It's just that the person who makes Beichuan Temple strange, Kamiya Mirai inexplicably touched his palm as he flipped it, and gently pressed it with his fingers.

Look here, look there, her originally pink and fair cheeks have also become red.

"What are you doing? Kamiya? Beichuan Temple frowned and asked.

"Huh? Ay? Do?! I didn't do anything! ”

Kamiya Miku's hands shrank as if they were electrocuted, and then they swung vigorously.

Kitagawa Temple withdrew his hand and continued, "This is probably the blue-purple scratch recorded in "The Lost Mikawa", and I don't know what it does for the time being, so I left it behind. ”

"Nothing will happen, will it? Temple-kun? Miku Kamiya worried.

"It's under my control, I can erase it with the use of dead air, and I just want to investigate it a little closer."

Beichuan Temple did not do anything unplanned, and he could clearly feel that this curse was something it could control.

So, what exactly is the origin of this finger mark?

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but start to think.