At the same time that Sakishi stopped his car to show his enthusiasm, Reiko Ito, another rural part of Japan, was on vacation with several female colleagues from the company, and they saw in a magazine that a harvest festival would be held only a few times since ancient times, and that ghosts and spirits would be summoned to bless the fields. Some of these women were particularly enthusiastic about this supernatural event, and they encouraged everyone to go there and see it. So the women took the Shinkansen together to that rural place.

It is also very helpless to say this, Japan's bubble economy is bankrupt, many small cities or small villages and towns are having a hard time, young people have gone to big cities to look for opportunities, and those small shopkeepers, small innkeepers and the old and weak who stay in their hometowns are really tight. Fortunately, there are many strange rituals in Japan, and all kinds of far-fetched theories of ghosts and gods are also developed, so the tourism promotion association of the village office found an idea that seems to attract tourists in the local legends and historical records - they also went to the University of Tokyo to seek the help of a professor of Japanese folklore, and finally prepared to hold a ceremony to summon ghosts and gods based on local legends at the end of summer. With the help of the township office and the local business association, tourism advertisements were placed in magazines and newspapers in Tokyo and other major cities.

Three days before the ceremony, there were already scattered tourists, and by the day before the ceremony, the local hotel was full of business associations and laughed from ear to ear. But the one who poured cold water also came, and the only old gentleman in the local area who had participated in the ceremony sixty years ago issued the strongest objection - although the old man was already senile, but when he was occasionally sober, he also expressed his own opinion against the ceremony, even in a state of dementia, and his mouth was muttering, "No, it can't be done" - he was one of the few survivors sixty years ago

A second opponent also emerged, the professor of folklore who helped them with the research, and he further deciphered the documents and records. In particular, after the last ritual recorded sixty years ago, there was also a not-so-strong objection. "There is evidence that there were 'guests' summoned during that ceremony, and that dozens of people went missing or died at the time. So, to be on the safe side, it's better to stop the ritual. ”

"Mr. Professor, please look at the people outside the window. Look at the people on the high street, for the first time in many years, we've seen them smile so viscerally. And it's just a legend, isn't it? ”

And just one day before the ceremony began, Reiko Ito and her colleagues arrived. The huge torii gates had already been erected one by one, and the openings were facing the crowded road, "Is that where the 'guests' came from?" and a woman said, holding a local pamphlet on the ceremony, "That's right, as it should be written, there will be a group of people holding a ceremony and then marching out of the torii with torches, representing the 'guests' from 'there'." Reiko Ito replied as she looked at the booklet.

At night, the torii gate is lit up and a huge fire is lit, and the ceremonial platform is set up. The local priest was dressed up and took the stage with a magic weapon. The tourists below were happy to watch, as were the locals preparing for the parade. The procession finally began, with two rows of people carrying torches leading the way in front, followed by two huge ghosts in straw and wooden shelves, wearing ghost masks, and propelled by human power. The professor was also in the crowd watching the ceremony, but unlike the others, his brow was always a little furrowed, and he always showed a worried look.

The game was going on cheerfully, and although the people in front of them tried to put on a serious look, the tourists were very happy to watch - but Reiko Ito and the others were a little dissatisfied, "Isn't this just an ordinary summer festival? ”

Just as the "ghost" at the tail of the procession had left the torii gate, a light wind with a chill suddenly blew from the road in the direction of the torii gate, and the procession was stirred from behind, but in the warm atmosphere, no one felt that something was wrong—except for the man with the torch behind the "ghost" at the back—and the young man always felt as if he heard heavy footsteps, but when he looked back, he saw nothing. What he didn't notice was that from far and near on the ground, there were faint but huge horseshoe prints, Professor Zi was another person who sensed that something was wrong, his attention was different from that of ordinary tourists, he always felt that the huge torii gate facing the road had a very inappropriate feeling, so his attention was always on the vicinity of the torii gate- So when he saw that the lanterns placed along the sides of the torii dirt road seemed to have been hit by something, or blown down or blown out by the wind that had blown over while walking on something, his heart began to beat faster

Reiko Ito's attention shifted as well—she was stimulated by the burning heat in her chest, and when she reached out to take out the little hot thing from the majestic business line, she was surprised to find that the "Cross Sword" that Bo Fu had given her was glowing a faint red. She was overwhelmed

A smile appeared at the corner of Bo Fu's mouth in the van, "It's a coincidence, go hand in hand, Reiko, after the matter is over, it's better to give me some rewards"

At this time, the other people in the van had their own minds - Zuo Bingzi's attention was on her husband, the little one's attention was studying the map, and the sixteen-year-old daughter was secretly paying attention to Bo Fu - she had heard her father mention their new neighbor in the usual days, but it was the first time she had seen this Mr. Bo Fu who was said to have a good conversation with her father, and she was a little amazed at Bo Fu's tall stature— A body of more than 1.90 meters can indeed stand out in Japan, but this man has an ordinary face, although he looks strong, but he is not the kind of feminine and beautiful man that little girls like.

At this moment, all the people in the car, except for Bo Fu, were startled by a gunshot.

"I'm sorry, uncle, our car broke down. Can you give us a ride?" The pink-haired woman smiled and asked Shosaku Kishisuke a word after the leather-clad airplane head man took out a pistol and fired a shot at the trees - and at this moment, the radio on the car came, "There is a man and a woman who robbed the ** bank at gunpoint and escaped, please pay attention, citizens"

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