Chapter 434: It can be mass-produced, right?
There were two extra people in the room, a man and a woman, the woman was leaning against the door and smoking, and the man was sitting at Kimie Shimabukuro's desk as if he had returned to his own home, turning on her newly purchased lamp and flipping through the books on her desk.
Seeing that the two of them were generous...... Although he was a little too generous, at least he didn't rummage through the cabinets, not like a thief.
Kimie Shimabukuro remembered that she had fainted, and thought that these two tourists with new faces had brought her back.
She wanted to say thanks.
But before he spoke, he heard the young man at the desk ask, "Does 'Fate' really live here?" β
Shimabukuro Junhui was poked into the secret, and his heart jumped: "...... What the? β
Du Linbiao turned his head to look at her, and said slowly:
There is no trace of her life at this shrine - there are only two identical shrine maiden costumes, only one pair of clogs of the right size, the style and ties are old, but the soles are barely worn. In addition, only black hair can be found in garbage bags, vacuum cleaners, drains and other places, but judging from the photos in the travel brochure, her hair is obviously completely white, is it ......"
Kimie Shimabukuro gradually stiffened all over her body, and her hand on the bed tightened unconsciously. The lies that have been woven for nearly a hundred years are still going to be exposed......
At this time, she heard the man in black conclude thoughtfully after what he had just said:
"Could it be that she has really reached the realm of a half-human and half-god, and her body is dyed with divine power, so she will not lose her hair? Where is she now? β
Shimabukuro Kimie slowly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, I felt guilty againβthis was another innocent traveler who had been blinded by false legends.
She choked her conscience and slowly replied to Du Linbiao's question: "My great-grandmother now feels the smell of water and the sea by the waterfall, and she loves to go there every year before the festival.
"There is no trace of life because ...... Well, because ......" Kimime Shimabukuro can't make it up at once. No one had ever trespassed into the shrine before, and she had asked this question bluntly, and she was unprepared for it.
Belmode by the door let out a sneer, the second disease is really easy to deceive.
Not only is there a lack of daily necessities in the shrine, but there is also a set of disguise tools.
It's just that Belmode saw the bag before Durinbiao and hid it.
She had no interest in the research project of immortality, and she was happy to see others running in the wrong direction, plus since Du Linbiao dared to threaten her to come and use her to catch mermaids, she deserved to be deflated.
In fact, after discovering at the same time that "Fate is not at home" and "There are no traces of Fate at home", even if you can't find the disguise tool, it is not difficult to think that Fate may not exist at all.
But Du Linbiao didn't know what was going on, his worldview seemed to be different from ordinary people.
When a normal person sees a strange light streaked across the canopy at night, he may think: "Ah is a meteor", or "Ah is an airplane", and add an optical phenomenon such as refraction scattering to explain why the light appears abnormal.
But if this alone were to be seen by someone who believed in the existence of aliens, he might first think that this was a passing UFO.
Belmode feels that this is the case with Dohring.
At the moment, this is one of the reasons why he is inefficient when he goes out on his own mission......
Du Linbiao didn't care about Belmode's sudden sneer, anyway, this woman usually didn't have a lot of yin and yang.
He looked at Shimabukuro Junhui, who looked in a trance and seemed to be very weak, and saw that she couldn't explain the question of "why doesn't she lose her hair", so he waved his hand indifferently: "Forget it, it's normal for you little girl not to know...... Can you give me a few arrows? β
Kimie Shimabukuro frowned slightly, not that she was unhappy with being called a little girl by her peers, but because of her past encounters, she didn't like to open her mouth to find someone who asked for arrows.
"Dugong arrows are only awarded by drawing numbered plates, three times a year," she says, as she does with other tourists. The festival is coming up, so you can buy a numbered ticket and try your luck when the time comes. β
"The festival is three days away, I have other things to do, I can't wait that long, and those arrows are not enough." Du Linbiao flipped through the travel manual and thought, "Anyway, arrows can be made as long as they have divine power and hair, and they can be made in advance, right?" β
Kimie Shimabukuro had only heard requests to let her move her hands and feet when drawing numbers, or to give away old arrows.
This is the first time someone has asked her to make it.
β¦β¦ Also, what does "that little arrow" mean, and how much does he want?? The shrine is not a wholesale market!
There are too many questions, and Shimabukuro Kimime doesn't know where to start refuting for a while.
Perhaps misinterpreting her speechlessness into hesitation, Du Linbiao comforted her: "I won't take your things for nothing." β
Shimabukuro Kimime sighed: "It's not about money, it's not for sale." β
"Bartering is always possible." Du Linbiao raised his hand and held a group photo between his fingers.
Kimime Shimabukuro saw the photo clearly by the light of the lamp, as if she had suddenly been choked by the neck, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.
Du Linbiao looked at the few people who had been poked out of the pinholes in the photo, and the traces that seemed to have been soaked in tears below, and naturally proposed: "You seem to have a grudge against these three people - you shoot arrows, I will kill them, it's very reasonable." β
This somewhat agitated sales tone reminded Shimabukuro of a certain enthusiastic shopping guide in town.
But the person in front of you is not selling goods...... That's three lives!
After a while, Shimabukuro-kunhui spoke slowly.
Because she was suddenly pierced with murderous intentions, her voice became dry: "I didn't." I just ......"
Du Linbiao interrupted her: "Don't be polite to me, we are already partners, we can be honest with each other." β
He flipped through the notebook on the table at random, and the group photo was found by him from the folder of the notebook. One of the pages has stick figures drawn on the paper, and the lines are jumbled, and at first glance it looks like a random line drawn by a wandering mind.
But Doohrin looked at the map of the island and quickly matched them with a waterfall.
He laughed and debunked it on the spot: "I have even inspected the terrain, and the modus operandi must have been thought of, and I said no." β
"That's not ...... Not a modus operandi! Shimabukuro-kun stood up, pinching the cold sweat of his hand, trying to make up a suitable statement.
But the other party didn't listen to her at all.
Du Linbiao had already made the plan, and said to himself: "I believe in you." Because he heard that the shrine maiden ......" he didn't remember what the word was called, so he put it another way, "You have to meet certain moral standards to be in charge." β
"Of course, I will also check with them before closing the deal.
"A righteous person will not let go of the bad person in front of him, nor will he wronged a good person. I hope you want to kill them for a valid reason, otherwise as a shrine maiden, you may not be qualified......"