Kitakawa Temple turned page by page, and finally found the word "Shenguan Village" on the center and left page.

‘The God Village is an unknown mountain village located on the outskirts of Daolu City. Its location is not even marked on the map. Therefore, the God Village villagers who live a separate life are very exclusive.’

‘The Shenzhu Village is located in the depths of the Shenzhu Mountains’

After looking carefully at the Kitakawa Temple, I found that most of this report reported about the environmental situation around the village of Shenzhu, but not much about customs and traditions.

This is of course. After all, the villagers are xenophobic and do not mention the customs and habits in the village. The author of this newspaper certainly does not receive much information.

However, the latter issue also mentioned the sentence "The previous issue introduced the mysterious and terrifying custom of the gods stationed in the village." Kitakawaji did not believe that this issue did not exist on the page.

He looked down word by word and finally found the mysterious and terrifying custom mentioned by the author.

‘The two major families of the God’s family, Magong family, are praised by the villagers for being a God’s village. There is also a little-known building on the God’s mountain. The God’s Shrine’

God stationed in the shrine?

Another new noun.

Kitakawaji continued to look down.

'According to a descendant of a worker who repaired the God's House and Magong family and escaped, the God's House and Magong family would tie the workers' ketone bodies to the pillars of the foundation and then bury them alive. The workers buried in the house are also called the "Man Pillar".'

"Man Pillar?" Kitakawaji raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps this topic sounds a bit wild and bloody in the Linghe era, or even incredible.

But in Japan, the legend of human pillars actually spread across the country, and there were even cases of excavating human pillars.

The main purpose of sacrificing a living person as a pillar is to pray for peace in the town or village. The later tradition has also evolved into civil engineering. If the construction period is not smooth, living persons will be tied to the four corners of the foundation as sacrifices to pray for the smooth completion.

‘The author found the descendants of this survivor and recorded his words as evidence to preserve them, hoping to eradicate such traditional customs.’

There are some texts under the newspaper, but none of them are what Kitagawa Temple wants to know.

This time there was some mistake in his imagination. It turned out that what was recorded in the 59th issue was not the customs and activities of the gods stationed in the village, but the human pillar rituals that have been held in various parts of Japan.

Kitakawaji put down the newspaper, and now he wants to know where the tape recorded by the author is still there? What if the descendants of the workers not only leaked information about Renzhu during the conversation?

As soon as Kitagawaji put down the newspaper, his face was scratched by the pitiful round hands of Nishikojo on the side.

"You said you could sense a faint resentment?" Kitagawaji looked at Nishikotsu pitiful.

I saw Nishi Kyujo pulling Kitagawaji's clothes down, and his whole body clumsily squeezed into the gap in the placing rack.

Seeing her trying hard to drill in, Kitakawaji couldn't help but want to reach out and push her inside.

But Beichuan Temple finally held back.

He waited patiently for the poor good news.

Soon, a crisp sound of tape tearing came out, and Nishi Kyujo, who crawled out of the gap in the storage rack, looked a little dirty, pitiful, pinched the square object wrapped in white yellow paper.

She came to the foot of Kitakawaji in two steps, pulled his trouser legs, and the lifted little face seemed to have a feeling of seeking credit.

""

Kitakawaji picked her up expressionlessly and reached out to pat the dust on her body.

Nishikotsu looked helpless when he picked it up.

After taking pictures of the ashes, Kitakawaji placed her next to her shoulders and took up rectangular items wrapped in white paper.

This should be what the author calls the tape.

Indeed, there was a hint of resentment entangled on it.

After praising the pitiful little, he put the tape into his pocket without changing his face, and then he left the storage room.

He must have taken the tape away, after all, this will help his next investigation.

But if the newspaper staff knew about taking away the tape, it might be another trouble.

Adhering to the principle that it is better to have less than more things, Kitakawa Temple brought the recording to the front desk to pick up the bag.

"This is Mr. Kitagawa's thing." The entertainer couldn't help but smile when he saw that it was Kitagawa Temple.

While thinking about how to ask Kitakawaji to get the contact information, she handed over the backpack to the other party.

""Baichuan Temple.

Perhaps because of the tape, Kitakawaji always felt that the woman looked at her with a little bit wrong.

"Thank you." Kitakagiji thanked politely, turning around and just about to leave

"Wait! Mr. Kitagawa."

When Kitakawa Temple heard this, her whole body paused at first, then she walked out the door with her bag as if she hadn't heard it.

Did this woman discover something?

No, I have nothing wrong with it, right?

Where exactly was exposed?

"Wait, Mr. Kitagawa!"

Kitakawaji's movements were faster.

While thinking about the problem with his link, he walked away with a blank expression and strode outward.

That kind of attitude of leaving quickly was faster than the receptionist's wife getting up and trotting.

Soon, Kitakawaji completely walked out of the door and quickly left along the main road.

The receptionist looked at Kitagawa Temple's back as he walked quickly and his mouth sagged: "I obviously just want a contact information!"

Kitakawaji had definitely heard it just now, but why didn't he stop at all?

The receptionist felt that she looked good, and it should be fine with Kitagawa Temple.

With this inexplicable "losing first love" emotion, she sighed sadly and returned to her job.

Of course, Kitakawaji, who had already left, did not know about this farce. He tore off the outsourced white paper and looked at the well-preserved recording tape, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

I saw that the words "Record recordings of descendants of surviving workers" were written on it in a small ballpoint pen.

He ran to a lot of places for this tape. If this tape could not be played, then his efforts would be gone.

Kitakawaji looked at the tape over and over for a long time and said to himself:

"There is a recorder in the homestay, which should be able to use it."

I will use that recorder tonight to see what is recorded in this tape.
Chapter completed!