On the second morning of the Golden Week event, Ji Feng still opened his eyes on time at half past five, and then Gu Quan woke up when he heard the sound of him getting up. Ji Feng and Gu Quan, who had just woken up, sat silently under the quilt after turning on the light, as if they were in a daze, as if they were waiting for something, except that no one spoke, it was like a copy of yesterday.

“……”

“……”

"Babbling ——!!!"

After a while, it seemed that something really happened in the hotel, and Shi Jiuru let out a terrified scream in the corridor for some reason, so Ji Feng and Gu Quan jumped out of the bed at once, and found that they ......

"Fog, fog, fog! It's a big fog! ”

Outside the sliding glass door facing the atrium, a white mist as thick as cotton fell, and the dim light in the corridor could not even illuminate the scene two meters away. Shikuru was so frightened by the astonishing fog that she collapsed to the ground, but she was the only one with a blue face, and the faces of Haruhi, Asakura, and Yuki who were standing next to her were extremely normal.

"Ah, you're afraid of the ghost of Akechi Mitsuhide!"

"Woohoo!"

Hearing Shikuru mention the fog, Haruhi realized what she was afraid of. Indeed, it is a strange coincidence that I just listened to the story of the ghost in the fog yesterday, and this morning it immediately started to rain a super fog that may not be seen once a year, even if it is often foggy in the mountains this season.

There is no accident or necessity in this world, there is only a sure thing.

- At least when Ji Feng saw this extremely appropriate fog, the first thought that flashed through his mind was "Ah, it's really foggy."

"Rest assured, we are in the house. Those ghosts will only knock on the door outside, but they won't come in if we don't open the door. ”

Haruhi's expression was quite pleasant to see that the ghost story she told yesterday was so deeply rooted in people's hearts, but even if Shikuru didn't appear so surprised, as long as she saw this fog that was very good for the atmosphere, she would definitely jump for joy immediately.

"Wow...... It's so foggy, it's hard to see in the city, and it's definitely fun to play hide and seek outside in this weather. ”

Lying on the glass sliding door of the corridor, Kasuga looked at the atrium that had been completely wrapped in thick fog with great interest, and wanted to open the sliding door to go out to have a look, but he couldn't pull the sliding door open. She looked down in confusion, and found that Shijiuru, who was still shivering behind everyone, didn't know when she had climbed to her feet, and used all her strength to resist the sliding door.

"No, you can't open them, open them and you'll be able to come in!"

Unlike Haruhi, the "King of Death", who dared to go out to play hide-and-seek at this time, Shikuru seemed to really believe in the story of the samurai ghost who would knock on the door of the house to ask for his head, which made the helpless Haruhi feel like he was cocooned and bound.

Looking at Haruhi like this, she doesn't hate the foggy sky that makes everything mysterious, or she likes the foggy genius very much. And Ji Feng also likes this kind of foggy day very much, although when he breathes, he will feel that the air is extremely humid and heavy, and his body also feels damp, but sure enough, this kind of foggy day where you can only see a vague figure a few meters away is the most feeling!

"Guests...... Did something happen? ”

"Meow~"

Hearing the mournful sound in the corridor, the proprietress of the hotel naturally came over to inquire, but she had just revealed half of her wrinkled old face from the dark corner, and she was already scared with a cute "meow".

But this can't be all blamed, Jiuru is timid, who called the shriveled proprietress like a monkey monster only picked up the corner pillar and showed half of her face! Under the illumination of the light, the edge of the shadow of the pillar fell right in the center of the forehead of the hair proprietress, cutting her into a youkai with only half a face, not to mention real Jiuru, even Ji Feng, Gu Quan, and Haruhi were startled at first glance.

This should be the phenomenon of light emission, when high school physics talked about the interference and emissional part of light, Ji Feng remembered that they also took experimental classes. But even if he knew this, he still couldn't be as calm as Asakura and Yuki, because terrible is terrible, and this is not subject to human will.

"Whew...... Boss, can you not poke your face out of the pillar? ”

After the beating of his heart slowed down a little, Ji Feng let out a long breath of turbidity, and very tactfully made a small suggestion to the proprietress who seemed to be peeking at the living people in the shadows. But the proprietress did not understand his voice, and the old lady, who was probably over seventy years old, wrinkled her old face, slowly moved over the pillars, and then complained to them with a sigh:

"Oops...... It's rude to the guests, but I can't help it. My old arms and legs hurt badly when it rained and foggy, and my son and grandson were in the big city and didn't want to inherit the family business......

When someone is willing to take over the hotel, I will sell the hotel and live with my son, but it is too remote to find someone who is not willing to take over. ”

"Then why don't you just close the hotel?"

Hearing about the boss's difficulties, Haruhi blurted out a stupid suggestion very cluelessly. Not to mention how much property damage will be caused by closing this place and then abandoning it like this, and the proprietress who has not saved enough pension money to live in her son's house will not affect the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and even mother and son.

"Oops...... I can't help it, although there are not many guests who come here every year to soak in the hot springs, there are always some, especially during Golden Week...... This is the first time this year that you are the only group.

Four or five of the dozens of families in the village rely on tourists for food, and at least half of them can get some additional income subsidies from tourists. Once the hotel is closed, I am afraid that it will not be able to keep the young people at all, and then the village will become what it says on TV...... Hollow Old Man Village, right? ”

"Woohoo! Knock knock! ”

The elderly proprietress has a bit of an endless tendency to talk as soon as she seizes the opportunity, especially when she sees the children of the SOS group, who may be as old as her grandson, but before the spring can find an excuse to get rid of the nagging old woman, a sudden knock on the door outside interrupts the proprietress chattering complaints.