The first to respond to Hoshino was the red-faced monkey.

It is the most spiritual and the most human-like.

"Chirp!"

It ran to the front of the group, then turned back and bared its teeth at Hoshino.

"People of the mountains,

Running towards the moon,

Don't stop until you die,

Run, run,

The brightness of the moonlight will forgive everything. ”

A majestic and sacred white light descended from the sky above the stone path, and the animals looked at each other, and then one by one they changed the tune, and one instrument after another merged into the new tune.

The monkey jumped on the neck of the mountain deer and continued to sing with its head held high.

Hoshino couldn't help but keep up with them, and I don't know when he was stuffed with a racket wood, in the shape of two rounded sticks, connected to each other by a black rope, which makes a crisp "bumper" sound when struck.

As the road is lit up, the atmosphere becomes more and more lively, and they leave the stone road and enter the empty field and come to the sea of black flowers.

"O flower of death,

Do not be disturbed,

The pure spirit sleeps,

This sin has already been borne for her! ”

The animals hugged Hoshino tightly, not letting death touch her.

Hoshino saw that the masks on their faces were slowly losing color.

Their situation seems to be beginning to become more dangerous, but the music played by the animals becomes softer and softer, caressing the sea of flowers like a breeze.

"Sosuo-"

The wooden musical ship sails through the dark sea to its final destination.

"Ah...... Tweeted! ”

The monkey feebly put the key back into Hoshino's hand and finally patted her on the shoulder.

"You ......"

Hoshino was suddenly pushed out of the array, and there were no black flowers in front of her, only flowers blooming like white sand, gently blooming on the other side of death.

The animals hugged again, singing and dancing away, and the courage and pride of crossing death made people can't help but stare for a long time.

"Thank you!"

Hoshino clenched the key in her hand, turned around and resolutely walked into the white sandy beach, and the fresh fragrance of flowers greeted her, making her heart feel at peace.

Following the guidance of the key, she crossed the white flowers and came to a place similar to her dream.

She saw a wooden coffin lying across the altar, with burn marks on it, but without the chains.

Weezi was still lying quietly inside, dressed in a plain white hunting suit, with her little hands folded on her lower abdomen, surrounded by flowers and branches.

Hoshino also noticed that on the gorgeous hunting clothes, there were several shallow marks, like broken plum petals, that remained on the chest of the weeping son.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was her own tears.

The past time and space and the future seemed to completely converge in these few tears, and for a moment a heavy bang sounded in her mind, and a powerful, incomprehensible power ran through her heart.

"Knock ——!"

Hoshino clutched his chest and breathed heavily, embarrassed by such a strong sense of fate.

"Weeping, weeping...... Wake up! ”

She took the cold hand of the weeping child and passed her body temperature to it.

"Cry!"

“……”

Hoshino felt the faint pulse under the skin of the palm of the sob.

"Boom-"

The roar in her mind became more and more magnificent, faintly, and even the speed was getting faster.

Eventually, the loud noise and the pulse of the weeping child merged through the hands of the two, and she and the weeping child had a momentary touch.

At this moment, Hoshino's ears became completely quiet, and the dark sky began to rain drippingly, but before it could fall on her, it suddenly stopped, and the rain lines froze in the sky one by one, reflecting the reddish light on the earth.

It was at this moment that Cryko woke up from a long slumber and opened her sleepy eyes.

"Fujiko ......?"

"Cry?!"

Hoshino hugged the sobs and gently lifted her out of the wooden coffin.

"Let's get out of here."

"No ......"

Weeko touched Hoshino's face and snuggled into her arms very affectionately.

"It shouldn't be like this, Fujiko." Cryko had regained all her memories from her slumber, her voice becoming gentle and intellectual, as if it could sweep away all impatience and restlessness, and she continued, "I am a part of Toyotsu, and I am here to fulfill my past mission. ”

"But...... It's all just a flash in the past! ”

"For me, no."

Cryko left Hoshino's embrace and smiled at her: "I'm so happy, the first time I woke up, I saw the same person."

Thank you for making me a precious memory. ”

Beyond the distant, pitch-black sky, there was a rumbling sound, and then the earth began to shake and tear.

- The hour of destruction is coming.

At the same time, another figure crossed in the sea of death flowers, following the pure power of the weeping son to arrive here.

"My God, the red deer is guilty, and it is difficult to die!"

The massive, crimson giant came out of the darkness, tears covering the hair on his face.

"Please let me escort you away."

"Nope." Weezi looked at it, shook her head, and began to go in a completely different direction from history, and she said, "Akaka, it's not your fault, but then please fulfill my selfish desire and help me." ”

Hearing this, Chilu knelt down without hesitation, and humbly offered his loyalty: "It is my glory to be driven by you, although I have no regrets in death." ”

Weeko looked at Hoshino again, and reached out to wipe away the tears she had unknowingly shed.

"Why are you crying, Fujiko?"

"Because ......"

Hoshino choked up - she couldn't come up with an answer to that question either.

As she said when she persuaded her son, weren't these past events a bubble of disillusionment for her?

But she still stubbornly walked here, waking up the weeping son, hoping for a happy ending.

Cryko couldn't finish wiping the tears that kept rolling down the corners of Hoshino's eyes, but she still gently wiped them little by little with the sleeve of her hunting clothes.

The distant sound was gradually approaching, and even Chilu involuntarily raised his head, wanting to stop talking, trying to urge, but in the end he still didn't speak.

"I've been watching you, Fujiko." Cryko said to her, "At least here, you have someone who needs more protection, don't you?" ”

Fujiko Hoshino was stunned when she heard this.

"Ozawa Sonoko, I'm still waiting for you to come home."

Family?

Hoshino subconsciously wanted to refute.

But Cry only encouraged softly, "Go ahead." ”

She slapped Hoshino's arm, and the pure and clear divine power spread, and Hoshino was instantly sent out of this mysterious space.

"Chilu, we're about to embark on the path we should take."

"It's an honor to serve you! Please let me follow to the end! ”

"It's reassuring."

A moment later, the space shattered, and Weeko sat on Akaka's shoulder, blooming his purest light towards the deep darkness and torrent in the distance.

……

Hoshino was just in a trance, and he reappeared in front of the gate of Ozawa's house.

She subconsciously clenched her fists, but finally lost all her strength and sighed heavily.

Cryko rejects her again, and this time it's all the more desperate - Cryko makes the same decision again after finding her senses.

She could no longer have prevented the end of the weeping child, or the whole world.

She looked up wearily and looked up at the sky.

By this time, it was completely dark, and it was hard to imagine that she had walked through that space for most of the day, so that it was already night when she left.

She suddenly thought again—Ozawa Sonoko must have woken up too, right? What happens if you find out she's not there?

Hoshino couldn't deny that she was uneasy inside, and this feeling made her irritable, overwhelmed, and even secretly excited.

At night, Ozawa Village enters its final frenzy, filled with firelight and shouts, as if the festival is at its climax, and the shrine maidens ride in chariots and dance the kamiraku dance in gorgeous costumes.

Hoshino Fujiko came back to her senses suddenly, and then, as if remembering something, hurriedly opened the horizontal wooden door.

There was not a single light on in Ozawa's house, and there was no movement.

"Garden!"

A few seconds later, a panicked voice came from the courtyard at the back door: "Smoke? ”

"Are you alright?" Hoshino immediately ran into the house and found the location of Sonoko Ozawa.

"Hmm!"

Ozawa Sonoko hugged her tightly again, crying and laughing, and said, "I thought you would never come back......

In the afternoon, my brother came over and asked me to hurry down the mountain, but I said I would wait for you, and he left......"

There is a final puzzle about how Sonoko Ozawa survived, and finally there is an answer.

Hoshino suddenly realized that if the original development was followed, Ozawa Sonoko would naturally not wait for the long-dead Ozawa, but would follow the people who left and go to Yuzawa together.

"What about Takuto Ozawa?"

"I don't know ......"

Hearing this, Fujiko Hoshino quickly made a decision, and she urged: "You go find a coat right away, and change into a pair of shoes suitable for going out, immediately!" ”

"Huh?"

"No questions allowed, immediately! Just two minutes for you! ”

Two minutes later, the Ozawa sisters took advantage of the darkness and quietly left Ozawa's house.

"Everyone in the village, what's wrong?"

On the way, Sonoko Ozawa asked uneasily.

"They're all crazy."

"Brother...... What about my brother? ”

"He is the one who started it all!"

"What?!"

"Be careful!" Hoshino shouted violently.

A middle-aged man with a noose suddenly rushed out from the corner of the dimly lit wall of a house, causing Ozawa Sonoko to scream immediately.

Hoshino calmly stepped back, letting the man focus on Sonoko Ozawa first, and then without hesitation, he pulled out the fruit knife from his bag and stabbed it into the man's side waist.

"Garden, run!"

"Ahh Yes? ”

Hoshino decisively gave up recovering the stuck fruit knife, and immediately grabbed Ozawa Sonoko's hand and ran towards another country road.

The light of the fires in the houses illuminated their path, and they ran with all their might, towards the night and the forest, hoping to leave madness and death behind.

In the midst of the violent gasp, Hoshino's ears seemed to sound the voice of the spirit monkey again, and it sang loudly:

Some people died, but not completely......