It's quick to get to Iwate Prefecture by Shinkansen, and it's only two or three hours from Tokyo to Iwate Prefecture, and then a bus to get you to Hachiyama City in at most.

There are various things to do when you arrive in Iwate Prefecture, such as making hotel reservations, exploring Sucha High School, and so on...

Among them, the exploration of Sucha High School is the top priority of this trip.

Perhaps the police can't learn anything from the ruins of the past, but Kitagawa Temple is different.

He can see the 'spirit', and the 'spirit' is something constructed by people's thoughts, and maybe some low-level resentful spirits who have lost their minds can't communicate with Kitagawa Temple, but if he goes to investigate, he may be able to get valuable information from the unconscious howling of those 'spirits'.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple did not hesitate, and went to the teacher to ask for a few days off after class in the afternoon, and then went straight home.

After returning home, Kitagawa Temple called Kamiya Mirai again and asked her to take care of Kitagawa Eri for the past few days.

Kamiya Miku's voice didn't sound like much of a surprise, after all, it was all agreed.

After instructing her there, Kitagawa Temple called Kitagawa Eri again, briefly explaining that he was going to Iwate Prefecture for a few days, and hung up the phone regardless of Kitagawa Eri's inexplicable tone.

These are all things that have been said yesterday, but Eri Kitagawa himself didn't listen carefully, and he can't complain that Kitagawa Temple has taken such an attitude.

This sister has to have a long memory.

Kitagawa Temple exhaled softly, and his gaze slanted over the contents of the tourist's shoulder bag.

Two sets of clothes, chargers, three flashlights, and a white ball.

When everything was ready, Kitagawa Temple nodded with satisfaction, put the watch on at the time, and then zipped up the travel shoulder bag.

Check your wallet, student ID again... Everything was fine.

He nodded in satisfaction and simply carried his bag downstairs:

"Let's go."

Beichuan Temple didn't look back, half of his face sank into the scarf, leaving the Beichuan family far behind.

......

From the Shinkansen to Morioka in Iwate Prefecture and from Morioka to Hachiyama City, it took Kitagawa Temple nearly four hours in between.

From four o'clock in departure to now, the time has come to half past eight in the evening.

The street lights were already on at half-past six, and it had been dark for a long time.

Beichuan Temple was still in a hurry to find a room and book a hotel for himself, but he encountered a troublesome thing.

"You came to Bashan City to look for relatives? But the address given by the relative is wrong? The phone is also out of battery and I can't find the small police station on duty? ”

Kitagawa Temple frowned tightly and looked at the large and small figures in front of him.

It was a middle-aged woman with thick palms and a country face and a seven or eight-year-old girl with a white and pure face and a pink face.

The girl seemed to have been taken outside by her mother for a long time, and a faint red mark appeared on her fair and pink cheeks.

In fact, it is true that a simple farmer living in the Japanese countryside suddenly came to the big city and couldn't find his direction, but it was too unreliable to get lost with his daughter on this big night.

Kitagawa Temple glanced at his watch.

The time is 8:46, and the approximate time to see off the mother and daughter should be until 9 o'clock.

His brows furrowed and loosened, and at last he saw the little girl shivering with snot in her hands, and he just shook his head:

"Let's go, but I don't necessarily take you to the right place. After all, I'm also a newcomer to Hachiyama City. ”

"Thank you very much! Thank you so much! The women of the peasants bowed to the temple and thanked him for his help.

Beichuan Temple waved his hand.

He glanced at the little girl again.

But instead of being afraid of life, this little girl also showed an innocent and lovely smile at Beichuan Temple.

Under this smile, the expression on Kitagawaji's face also softened a lot.

On a winter night, it's always heartwarming to have such a smiling face.

"Come with me." Beichuan Temple took out his mobile phone, called up Google Maps, and looked at the approximate location of several of his people.

It would take a little time to get from here to the nearest police station, and he waved his hand, motioning for the two men behind him to follow.

The night in Hachiyama is different from Tokyo in that it is less of a city throbbing and more peaceful.

In this panicked winter night, the cold air brushed the scalp of Beichuan Temple and roared by.

As the night fell, the silence turned to a dead silence, and Kitagawa Temple could even hear the sound of its own breathing.

He walked forward like this, answering questions from the middle-aged woman behind him from time to time.

Most of the questions asked by middle-aged women are trivial, such as asking how Kitagawa Temple came to Iwate Prefecture alone, or nagging two little girls around her.

From their mouths, Kitagawa Temple also learned their names and the purpose of coming to Iwate Prefecture.

"So Aunt Nishikujo came to see her biological father with pity?" Kitagawa Temple asked in surprise.

A middle-aged woman named Mika Nishikujo, she divorced Nishikujo's poor biological father a few years ago and lived alone with a little girl in the countryside.

Originally, the two parties had actually negotiated in court that Nishikujo's poor biological father should pay a part of Nishikujo's pitiful child support.

But recently, the man hasn't made money for three months, and Mika Nishikujo is a countryman who can't afford Nishikujo's pitiful tuition, so she can only take her daughter and come to Hachiyama City.

However, the address given by the man from the beginning was wrong, which caused Mika Nishikujo to get lost, and when she met Kitagawa Temple in the back, she asked him for help.

I see.

Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but shake his head.

The wind was colder at night.

The weather seemed to be deteriorating, and even the lights with the street lamps on both sides of the street were crumbling.

Kitagawa Temple wrapped his scarf tightly, and heard Mika Nishikujo behind him ask:

"Why did Kitagawa-kun come to Yazan City alone?"

"What I'm going to do is similar to your nature, which is also looking for people." Kitagawa Temple blinked, he looked back at Nishikujo who had two red marks on his face, his heart softened slightly, and he put on the scarf that still had residual warmth around his neck for her.

It wasn't until all this was done that Kitagawa Temple stood still and took Nishikujo's poor little hand.

He turned around, looked at Mika Nishikujo in front of him, and said:

"We're here."

In front of Mika Nishikujo, instead of a police station, there is a neat row of rented apartment buildings, and at night, the lights are flickering.

In front of Kitagawa Temple, there is Mika Nishikujo.

This mother has long since unconsciously changed from a motherly image to a resentful spirit with scarlet eyes and a resentful black aura on her body.

Her black nails glittered like a paper cutter, and her forehead was stained with blood, and when she looked closely, there was a large hole in the hollow of her forehead, from which black liquid flowed.

Yes, Mika Nishikujo... Including the pitiful Nishikujo next to Kitagawa Temple-

It's long been counted as a living.