"Poor, don't hate Kitagawa-kun... I meant to... Such. Mika Nishikujo gently stroked Nishikujo's poor little head, and a touch of peace appeared on her hideous face.

The stinking black liquid continued to seep out, and the transparent body shivered in the cold wind and tended to disappear.

The reason why she said such things was because she was afraid that Nishikujo's pity would produce 'obsession', and if the 'obsession' turned into 'resentment', then Nishikujo's pity would eventually become a resentful spirit.

Besides, Mika Nishikujo is indeed deliberately seeking death.

When it easily penetrated half of her body, Beichuan Temple was already well aware of this fact.

Because no mother wants her child to see herself so terrible. Parents should educate their children by word and deed.

"Woooooooooo Mika's mother..."Nishikujo shook his head pitifully and cried, tears pouring out with snot.

But in such a silent night, her desperate cry could only be heard by Beichuan Temple alone.

The tear stains floated in the air, turned into gold dust, and were swept by the cold wind, and I don't know where they went.

Nishikujo's poor little body hugged Nishikujo Mika tightly, and his little palm was forceful, holding it tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Poor..."

Even if most of her sanity has been eroded by resentment, the mother will not harm her daughter.

"Poor." Mika Nishikujo's scarlet eyes also flowed black liquid, and from her hideous face, Kitagawa Temple could clearly feel the sadness.

She slowly stretched out her little finger:

"Poor, remember what I told you before?"

Looking at his mother's twisted fingers, which had changed greatly, Nishikujo nodded pitifully but vigorously, stretched out his little palm and grabbed his little thumb, and gently constructed a childish childish voice and sobbed and choked:

"My mother is tired from working in the fields and fields, and she wants to rest when she comes back, but she will be a good obedient child and wait for her mother to wake up."

The little palms and little fingers swayed in the cold wind.

This is an agreement she often makes with Mika Nishikujo, as long as Nishikujo is pitiful and a good child, Mika Nishikujo will play with her after she rests.

"Mika's mother... You sleep... I'm going to try to be a good boy. Nishikujo's poor eyes blurred with tears, and he stumbled and said.

"Hmm." Mika Nishikujo nodded with a smile as she struggled to open her arms to hug her daughter one more time.

Nishikujo also stretched out his arms with his eyes closed.

But she waited for a long, long time, until there were bursts of rapid sirens in the distance, and the familiar hug still did not fall.

She opened her eyes slowly, but there was still the shadow of Mika Nishikujo in front of her?

In front of Nishikujo Poor was an empty street, and from one side you could see the other.

None of them are there.

The cold wind is so cold that it makes people shrink their necks into the collar.

Kitagawa Temple stood behind her, wanting to wait for Nishikujo to cry for a while.

But he didn't expect that Nishikujo was pitiful but didn't cry, just stunned in place for a long time, and finally stood up woodenly.

With a wooden face, she raised her head to look at Beichuan Temple.

There was no guilt on Kitagawaji's face.

He didn't do anything wrong, and if he let Mika Nishikujo continue, sooner or later she would be completely resentful, and maybe even the last shred of reason to speak would be annihilated and disappeared.

But in the end, he was the one who did it, and even if Nishikujo had an opinion about him, he didn't have any intention of complaining.

Compared with the father of Nishikujo, who can do something to his daughter and ex-wife, this makes Kitagawa Temple feel that the human heart is sometimes more terrible than the resentful spirit.

Kitagawa Temple will feel sorry and sorry for Mika Nishikujo, but he will definitely not regret it.

He stood here with no shame.

Moreover, when Nishikujo closed his eyes pitifully, Kitagawa Temple also saw the mouth shape of Nishikujo Mika making a request at him.

'I beg Kitagawa-kun not to hurt the pitiful. ’

The scene when Mika Nishikujo's huge body bowed down to her own soil, even Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but tilt her head to the side and nodded plainly but firmly:

I'll take care of her. ’

Kitagawa Temple replied.

This is his agreement with Mika Nishikujo.

When Mika Nishikujo was about to disappear, looking back at Nishikujo's pitiful eyes full of nostalgia seemed to dissipate the resentment in her eyes.

Kitagawa Temple seemed to see a summer in her beloved eyes—

'The smell wafted from the kitchen.

I give you the transcript.

You turn off the TV.

Sign my name.

Carry my bag and hold my little hand.

There is the sound of a frog in the ridge.

You're still with me. ’

Where is the way home?

When your parents are there, you are home.

.......

Looking at Kitagawa Temple's calm eyes, Nishikujo opened his mouth pitifully and closed it again. Finally took a deep breath.

Kitagawa Temple didn't understand whether the ghost's breathing action was useless, but he just saw Nishikujo do it pitifully.

After Nishikujo made this kind of action, he didn't even say any extra words, and his little body that exuded golden brilliance shook, and he actually got into the travel bag of Beichuan Temple.

To be precise, Nishikujo should have fallen into the white ball carried by Kitagawa Temple.

Nishikujo is a very smart child, and she seems to have noticed that Mika Nishikujo has reached a certain agreement with Kitagawa Temple.

But her thoughts were now intertwined, her consciousness was confused, and she urgently needed to calm down and tidy up, so she didn't say a word to Beichuan Temple, and went directly into the Mori Bai Round Ball in his travel bag.

Kitagawa Temple takes out the ball.

With a burst of gold dust drifting away, the joint ball, which was originally a puppet, turned into a small Nishikujou poor puppet wearing a brown plaid scarf.

It's just that Nishikujo Poor seems to want to make himself look more 'vicious', his mouth is directly replaced by an 'X' scarlet red type, and there are red and gray patches on his chest, and the big eyes of the puppet are like living creatures, staring straight at it, and the sweeping of the big night is really a little chill down the spine.

But the corners of Beichuan Temple's mouth twitched, knowing that the other party didn't change the scarf for himself because he wanted to vent his resentment in this way.

It's just that he can't be angry about a scarf.

The system's icy voice is heard: You have discovered a new type of 'weird' good spirit puppet.

The system prompt is as simple as ever.

"Good Spirit Muppets?" Kitagawa Temple turned to look at the puppet lying quietly in his hand.

Nishikujo is pitiful, this 'vicious and infiltrating person' appearance doesn't look like a 'good spirit' no matter how you look at it...

Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, I don't know if it's an illusion, he seems to have seen Nishikujo's pitiful grimace at himself from the face of the little puppet.

Kitagawa Temple didn't know what the good spirit puppet was for, so he took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and casually wanted to stuff Nishikujo into his travel bag.

But who knew that the poor puppet of Nishikujo, who was originally quiet, jumped up all of a sudden, and lay on his shoulders on all fours.

Kitagawa Temple reached out to pull it, but the other party was still stuck to his clothes.

"......" Kitagawa Temple.

Sensing that no matter how hard he tried, he might tear his clothes apart, Kitagawa Temple glanced at Nishikujo pitifully, and said flatly:

"It's okay to go out at night, but it's not okay to go out to meet people during the day."

After he said this, he calmly looked at Nishikujo who was lying on his right shoulder.

As if he was a little frightened by his eyes, Nishikujo trembled pitifully slightly, and then Kitagawa Temple saw her subtle nodding movements.

Seeing that she agreed, Beichuan Temple stopped talking, and before the police car arrived, the whole person sneaked into the night.