NOVEL NEXT Chapter 57
Chapter 57 . Missing people
It’s fast to get to Iwate Prefecture by Shinkansen, and it takes only two or three hours to get to Iwate Prefecture from Tokyo, and then you can take a bus to Yayama City in at most an hour.
After arriving in Iwate Prefecture, there are still various things to do, such as booking a hotel room, exploring Suka High School, etc.
Among them, the exploration of Xucha High School is the top priority of this trip.
Maybe the police can’t know anything from the ruins of the past, but Beichuan Temple is different.
He can see the’spirit’, and the’spirit’ is something constructed by people’s thoughts. Perhaps some low-level resentful spirits who have lost their minds cannot communicate with Beichuan Temple, but if he goes to investigate, he might be able to learn from those.’ Ling’ unconsciously howled and got precious information.
Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple didn’t dawdle either. After class in the afternoon, he went to the teacher to ask for a few days off, and then went straight home.
After returning home, Beichuan Temple called Kamiya Mirai again and asked her to take care of Beichuan Eri these days.
Kamiya Miku’s voice didn’t sound surprising, after all, it was all agreed upon.
After ordering her to be there, Kitagawa Temple called Kitagawa Eri again, simply stating that she was going to Iwate for a few days, and regardless of the inexplicable tone of Kitagawa Eri, she hung up the phone.
These are all things that have been said yesterday, but Beichuan Eri herself did not listen carefully, and she can’t blame Beichuan Temple for taking such an attitude.
I have to make this sister a little more memorable.
Beichuan Temple let out a sigh of relief, his eyes slanted, and he looked at the contents of the big tourist shoulder bag.
Two sets of changing clothes, three chargers, three flashlights, and Senbai balls.
Everything was ready, Beichuan Temple nodded in satisfaction, put the watch on the time, and then zipped up the travel shoulder bag.
Check the wallet and student ID again, everything is fine.
He nodded in satisfaction, and simply went downstairs with his bag:
“set off.”
Beichuan Temple didn’t look back, half of his face sank into the scarf, leaving Beichuan’s family far behind.
It took nearly four hours from the Shinkansen to Morioka in Iwate Prefecture and from Morioka to Yayama City during this period.
From four o’clock of departure to now, the time has come to eight thirty in the evening.
The street lights were already on as early as half past six, and the sky had been dark for a long time.
Beichuan Temple was still eager to book a room hotel for himself, but encountered a troublesome thing.
“You come to Bashan City to look for your relatives? But the address given by your relatives is wrong? The phone is out of power. Can’t find the small police station on duty?”
Beichuan Temple frowned tightly and looked at the large and small figures in front of him.
It was a middle-aged woman with thick palms and a country-looking face, and a seven or eight-year-old girl with a pale face and a tender face.
The girl seemed to be taken outside by her mother for a long time, and a faint red mark appeared on her white and pink cheeks.
In fact, it is true that the simple peasants who live in the Japanese countryside suddenly came to the big city and couldn’t find their way. But it was too unreliable to take her daughter to get lost this night.
Beichuan Temple glanced at his watch.
The current time is 8:46, and the approximate time to send the mother and daughter away should be nine o’clock.
He frowned and let go, and finally saw the little girl dragging her nose and trembling with cold. He just shook his head:
“Let’s go, but I may not take you to the right place. After all, I am also a tourist who just came to Yashan City.”
“Thank you very much! Thank you very much!” The peasant woman bowed again and again to Beichuan Temple and expressed her gratitude for his help.
Beichuan Temple waved his hand.
He glanced at the little girl again.
But not only was this little girl not afraid of life, she also showed an innocent and lovely smile at Beichuan Temple.
Under this smile, the expression on Beichuan Temple’s face also softened a lot.
On winter nights, it is always heartwarming to have such a smiling face.
“Come with me.” Beichuan Temple took out the phone, called up Google Maps, and glanced at the approximate directions of several people.
It will take a while to get to the nearest police station from here. He waved his hand and motioned for the two people behind to follow him.
The night in Yayama City is different from Tokyo, it lacks the throbbing feeling of the city, and has more tranquility.
In this panic winter night, the cold air was wiping the scalp of Beichuan Temple, whizzing past.
When the night was depressed, the tranquility turned into dead silence, and Beichuan Temple could even hear its own breathing.
He walked forward like this, answering questions from the middle-aged woman behind him from time to time.
Most of the questions asked by middle-aged women are trivial questions, such as asking how Beichuan Temple came to Iwate Prefecture alone, or nagging a little girl around him.
From their mouths, Kitagawa Temple also learned their names and the purpose of coming to Iwate Prefecture.
“In other words, Aunt Xijiutiao came to see her biological father with pity?” Beichuan Temple asked in surprise.
The middle-aged woman named Mika Nishikujo, divorced from the poor biological father of Nishikujo a few years ago, and lived alone in the country with a little girl.
The two parties had actually negotiated in court that the poor father of Nishikujo should pay a portion of Nishikujo’s poor support.
But recently, the man hadn’t paid for it for three months. Mika Nishikujijo was a countryman and couldn’t afford the poor tuition fees of Nishikujijo, so he could only take his daughter and head to Yashan City.
But the address given by the man from the beginning was wrong, which caused Mika Nishikujijo to get lost and met Beichuan Temple behind and asked him for help.
It turned out to be so.
Beichuan Temple couldn’t stop shaking his head.
The wind at night was even colder.
The weather seemed to be deteriorating, and even the lights of the street lamps on both sides of the street were teetering.
Beichuan Temple wrapped the scarf tightly, and heard Mika Nishikujo ask from behind:
“Why did Mr. Beichuan come to Yashan City alone?”
“What I want to do is of the same nature as yours. It is also to find people.” Beichuan Temple blinked. He looked back at the pitiful Nishikujo with two red marks on his face. His heart softened slightly, and he paid him back on his neck. Put on her a scarf with Yu Wen.
After all this was done, Beichuan Temple stood still and grabbed the poor little hand of Nishikujo.
He turned around, looked at Mika Nishikujo in front of him, and said:
“Here we are.”
In front of Mika Nishikujo, it was not a police station, but a neat row of rented apartment buildings. The lights flickered at night.
In front of Beichuan Temple is Mika Nishikujo.
This mother had already unknowingly turned from a motherly image to a resentful spirit with scarlet eyes and a spiteful black air on her body.
Her black nails shone cold like a paper knife, and her forehead was stained with blood. Looking carefully, there was a big hole in the hollow of her forehead, and black liquid flowed from it.
Yes, Mika Nishikujo includes the pitiful Nishikujo beside Kitagawa Temple
It’s no longer counted as the living beings.