This strange lonely tomb is made of yellow mud.

The soil looks freshly turned, and it is estimated that it has not been long since it was piled up, but it will take a month at most.

Kamiyagawa crouched down to further observe the lonely tomb.

Similar to some of the mounds in pet graveyards, this mound also shows signs of being cut open by the claws of wild beasts.

On the side of the mound, a large pit was dug out.

Shining through the light of a flashlight, you can see that there is an overturned wooden box inside, and a lot of gray-white powder is scattered around.

"Urn?" Kamiya didn't have much emotion to make an inference.

Looking closer, he saw a small black and white oval photograph of a man in his 70s wearing glasses on the urn.

You can also see the text on it - [Nakao]

"So this is the grave of an old man surnamed Nakao. Strange, buried alone on the edge of the pet cemetery? What does the word "guilty" refer to on the tombstone? ”

Kamiya stood up with confusion.

"Onizuka, what do you think?" Then he asked again.

But after waiting for a few seconds, I didn't hear a reply.

Speaking of which, when she first approached this mound, the little witch seemed too quiet, and Kamiya never heard her.

"Onizuka?"

Kamiya turned back, only to find that his surroundings were empty.

Hotaru Onizuka is gone.

In this small clearing where this lonely grave stood, there was no one but himself.

Moreover, I don't know when the originally gloomy forest began to fill the air with a thick mist.

This mountain fog came very unusually, and after being noticed by Kamiya, it filled the forest in a few breaths, making it impossible to distinguish the direction. From this burst of mist, you can also feel a kind of evil aura that is not too strong.

A text in Kamiya's hand has been unsheathed.

When the mist lifted, the long, narrow and gorgeous Notai sword had already begun to hum to itself.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife, frowned slightly, and called out in a low voice: "Prajna, can you hear me?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Kamiya felt a slender, soft and cold hand in the mist, gently resting on his left shoulder.

It's Prajna.

The order Kamiya just gave did not let his own ghost-faced girl appear directly, but only confirmed her existence.

"If Prajna is by my side, which means that I can still summon Shikigami freely now, then there is nothing to be afraid of. The guy who created the fog should be the strange thing that Onizuka said just now, and was summoned by her Kagura flute. ”

Kamiyagawa thought to himself as he silently watched the rolling mist around him, watching what was happening.

He already has a good experience in actual combat and soul removal, and according to the strength of the evil aura around him, he can roughly judge the strength and weakness of the strange talk encountered.

The unknown strange talk in the fog didn't give him a strong feeling.

It is estimated that as long as he joins forces with Praruo, he can deal with it, and even Mary does not need to go out.

In addition, the missing Onizuka Kiritaru was probably also isolated somewhere by the strange talk with a mist.

Babbling.

Kamiyagawa heard a small crumbling sound coming from somewhere in the mist.

But the source of the sound is somewhat unrecognizable, and it only feels as if it is in the ear, and it seems to be in the distance of the illusion.

"Ugh."

This was followed by heavy sighs.

The voice is very old, and it should belong to an old man.

"I am not guilty. Those young men, digging out my ashes and burying them here, this is an insult to me! What did I do wrong? I have no sin, never! It's them...... They are too hypocritical. Why should they judge me for a brute! ”

The old man's voice came out of the fog, at first it was very cold, but then it was gradually audible and the tone became more and more intense.

"You! You say, are they wrong, or am I wrong! Tell me! It's them wrong, right? Right! ”

The voice of the old man in the mist began to ask, and the object of the inquiry seemed to be Kamiya, and his attitude was very tough.

And Kamiyagawa just held a text and didn't move.

On his right shoulder, the soft touch is still there, and it can be confirmed that Prajna is still by his side.

Therefore, there is no fear of opening the formation and starting the battle directly.

After the old voice finished asking, the fog around him changed, and it actually rolled and began to dissipate.

Kamiyagawa suddenly saw a bright light.

This situation is not right.

Because Kamiya knew very well that he should be in the forest of Shinhodake Mountain in the early hours of the morning, and the dense trees and vegetation around him even completely covered the sparse moonlight.

It's normal to be dark, but it's weird to be bright.

After getting used to the level of light around him, Kamiya held a text in his hand and began to look around.

It can be seen that he is still in the mountain forest, but the surrounding vegetation and trees are not so luxuriant, and the current environment is daytime, and the sun is shining.

In front of him, there was a shed made of nylon.

You can see several photographic machines.

The model looks old, as if it were a device from the last century.

In addition, there are several people wearing vests and hats, busy around and debugging the machine.

It's like an old location location.

"Is this a hallucination now?"

Kamiyagawa checked his state and felt that he was still in his clear mind.

"But the details of the surrounding environment are a little too real, and it looks like a small crew shooting location in the last century." He began to look around again, and quickly made a guess, "Maybe what I'm seeing now is someone's memory?" The old voice in the fog just now asked me if he had done anything wrong...... Maybe he wants to show me something, and then judge and give him an answer. ”

Kamiya took a text and began to walk around.

And the crew members who were debugging the equipment turned a blind eye to the teenager who appeared here with a controlled knife, and still buried their heads in their own business.

Kamiyagawa also tried to touch one of the big sisters in overalls with a good figure.

But he found that his hand could pass through the other person's body at will, as if through the air, without the slightest obstacle.

"Well, I'm more and more convinced now that these things in front of me were deliberately wanted to show me by the old voice in the fog just now."

Kamiya dropped the big sister in the overalls in front of him and walked towards the most conspicuous nylon shed in the current scene.

Inside the shed are two long tables and a folding director's chair.

There are two monitors on the table, which are not currently working, and there are headlamps, rain covers, clappers, and other items messed up.

At the edge of the long table, two men stood.

One is probably in his twenties, the other is probably in his forties.

The older one looked a little familiar, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the old gentleman in the urn just now.

As for the young man in his twenties, his appearance was very ordinary, his complexion was dark, and he should have been exposed to the scorching sun frequently.

What made Kamiyagawa extra concerned was that this young man was holding a dog beside him.

This dog is not the Shiba Inu or Akita commonly found in Japan.

It's a pure black wolfdog.

This kind of dog, if it is placed in Kamiya's hometown, it should be called a five black dog.

The head is black, the body is black, the tail is black, the feet are black, and the tongue is black.

Born hunters.

The size of the black wolf dog is much larger than that of the average domestic dog, with sharp eyes and a pair of alert vertical ears, which can also give people a sense of not being angry and domineering when sitting there.

Kamiya, who was in a state of "transparent world", looked at the black dog for a while.

Then he heard the voices of two men next to him.

Youth: "Mr. Nakao, are you really planning to have my family's Inujiro participate in your shooting?" ”

Instead of answering the question directly, Nakao asked another question on his own: "Your name is Hideta, right?" I've heard that your house broke into a wild boar last year. But that boar ended up being bitten to death by your dog? ”

"Yes, yes." Hideta nodded, "Inujiro is very brave and loyal, and he is a good boy who is extremely obedient and capable. ”

"Well, that's good." Nakao lowered his head and looked at the black dog, nodding his head as he watched, "He looks mighty, and is loyal and obedient, he is a rare good dog." It's exactly the same as the dog I was going to shoot in the play, and there is no more suitable dog to participate in the filming. I can already imagine how perfect the final shot will be. ”

Shuta looked very happy to hear Mr. Nakao praise his dog.

He stretched out his hand and patted the black dog on the head: "Inujiro, do you hear me, Director Nakao is praising you." When you get on the movie, you will be seen by many people, and everyone will know how powerful and obedient you are. ”

The black dog, named Inujiro, shook his head at his owner and flicked his tail.

……

Kamiyagawa watched the scene in front of him silently.

Then, a thick fog erupted from all around.

When the fog cleared again, the surrounding scene changed slightly.

The black dog, named Inujiro, can be seen resting on his stomach in the middle of the field, and several cameras in the audience are focused on it.

It seems that it has been involved in the filming task of the crew.

Shoot the perimeter of the venue.

It's still the dark-skinned Shuta, and director Nakao.

Nakao: "Very good, Inujiro also behaved very well today, I have never seen a dog with such good obedience." ”

Shuta just stood aside and smiled, his expression a little joyful and proud, as if Nakao was not praising his dog, but himself.

Nakao: "Alright. Each department prepares, and ten minutes later, the last scene of Inujiro will be filmed. ”

"The last scene, this last scene." Shuta stepped forward, "Well, Mr. Nakao, the last scene is about the explosion, right?" ”

"Well, in order to protect the owner's family, the loyal dog picked up the bandits and threw explosives and ran out of the house. In the end, he saved the male and female protagonists, but he was unfortunately killed by the explosion, which is a very touching scene. Director Nakao nodded, "Haven't you read the script?" Why are you asking me again? ”

"I just want to make sure that blast really won't hurt Inujiro, right?" Xiuta said with a smile.

"I didn't say that." Director Nakao was very impatient, "We only shot Inujiro running with a prop explosive in his mouth, and the explosion part would be reshot later, and a prop fake dog would be used instead.

Then the two frames were edited together. Even if you shoot something like that, the sense of picture and artistry will definitely be reduced...... Anyway, don't bother me anymore until you're done shooting. It's time for you to get ready to give instructions to Inujiro. ”

"Okay, okay, Mr. Nakao." Xiuta nodded.

He walked briskly into the middle of the field, crouched down, and reached out to pat the black wolfdog on the head.

"Inujiro, good boy. Mr. Nakao said, "The part you shoot is coming to an end." I'm sorry, but I really need the money from the crew, it's been a hard time for you these days. When I get home after filming, I'll chop you raw meat and bones to eat. ”

The black dog, who had looked quite tired, flicked his tail as if he understood his master's words, shook his spirits, and got up again from the ground.

At this time, the field manager of the crew came over with a bundle of props and explosives and handed it to Xiuta.

The latter took the realistic-looking prop and handed it to the black dog's nose: "Inujiro, in a moment you pick up this explosive bag and run outside." ”

Inujiro shrugged at the bag of explosives.

As a naturally excellent hunting dog, its sense of smell is extremely keen, several times stronger than that of ordinary dogs.

The black dog smelled a pungent smell from the tightly wrapped prop.

It was an extremely dangerous smell.

It looked up and looked at its master in confusion.

And Shuta didn't know anything about this imperceptible little detail, and just habitually patted Inujiro's head: "Good boy, behave well, for your raw meat and bones!" Come on! ”

"All departments are ready to boot!"

The scene was cleared according to the director's wishes.

Shuta stood up and walked behind the off-site camera.

"Three, two, one! a！ ”

The clapperboard snapped.

The fuse of the prop explosives was ignited and thrown in front of Inujiro.

The mighty black wolf dog is extremely human, and usually performs very well in the theater, no matter what kind of orders the owner gives it, it will be completed cooperatively.

But this time, it hesitated.

Sizzle.

The lead burns and gets shorter and shorter.

Inujiro didn't hesitate for long, it took a deep look at its owner Shuta outside the arena, and then shook its head and decisively picked up the explosives on the ground, and ran quickly on all fours.

"Well done."

Xiuta, who is watching, cheers for his wolf dog in his heart.

According to the agreement, after this scene is completed, the work of cooperating with the crew to shoot will end. He and Inujiro can get a good pay.

The thought of this money makes him feel very good.

The money can be used to get medicine for the sick mother at home, and you can also give Inujiro several meals of raw meat and bones.

Xiuta was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy and rejoiced, but then he suddenly heard a loud explosion.

Rumble!

Not far away, in the direction of Inujiro's run, the mud and sand flew up.

Xiuta seemed to smell the strong smell of sulfur and the smell of minced meat from the scorched lake.

He looked up in disbelief.

In my ears, there was an ecstatic shout and cheer from Director Nakao: "Great! That's the picture I wanted! ”