"Sorry! Kitagawa Jun!"

Nakashima Koka bowed to Kitagawaji Temple.

"Since I know I'm sorry, I have something to ask you." Kitagawaji, who was packing his travel bags, raised his head and said with a calm expression.

"Uh, you said." Nakashima Koka shrank her head.

Soon she felt that she was obviously a big sister four years older than Kitakawaji Temple, and she was also the only adult in the name of Kitakawa family. How could she be cowardly?

How can you be cowardly in front of this minor in Kitakawaji?

Nakashima Kohara was about to clear her throat and straighten her back and talk to her

She felt Kitagawaji's cold gaze swept over.

Nakashima Kazuka shrank her neck again, and then she bent her back.

"Miss Nakashima, I'm going to Ibaraki Prefecture these days."

"Hey?! This is too sudden, right? What should I do if I leave? "Nashima Koka opened her mouth.

Yes, who cares about her and Kitagawa Eri's food after leaving Kitagawa Temple?

After getting used to the meals made by Kitakawa Temple, I couldn’t get used to it when I went to an ordinary family restaurant, let alone order takeout.

Nakajima Kohara doesn't want to deal with her hamburger and coke every day. She is a leukemia patient now and needs to be well maintained.

"Eri knows how to cook, and Miss Nakashima has good limbs. I don't think you will starve to death."

Kitagawaji turned his eyes back to his travel bag, as if he was checking whether all the things he should have brought were brought with him.

After hearing Kitagawaji's words, Nakashima Kaori was displeased. She slapped her mouth and muttered in a low voice: "What if we starve to death?"

Kitagawa Temple's eyes turned again. This time, Nakashima Kokawa felt that Kitagawa Temple's eyes were like two knives, and he shook her: "If you really starve to death at home because of this kind of thing, don't you think it's the biggest problem? Miss Nakashima?"

If he starved to death because he was not at home, he would no longer be a salted egg-level figure, and he would be a waste of society.

but

Kitagawaji has also considered this point that Nakashima said.

He wrote the phone number of Kamiya's future on a note and gave it to Nakashima Kokawa, and ordered, "If you really can't make it, make this call, but don't bother them too much, do you understand?"

"Hey? This phone number is" Nakashima Koha tilted his head and said suddenly: "Ah, this should be the phone number of Kitagawa-kun's girlfriend, right?"

Kitagawaji did not answer Nakashima's attitude of running the train with his mouth full of words. He just reached out to touch the sofa like a magic trick. The oil-soaked rattan appeared in his hand, and then a "splash" hit Nakashima's butt.

"Why are there rattans here?" Nakashima Kazuka's face twitched in pain.

"You have three chances to call the future. If you let me know that you have used up three chances, you will have to trouble her." Kitagawaji did not continue.

He just slapped the rattan in his hand towards the air on one side.

The loud noise that even the air seemed to be shattered made Nakashima Kazuya's face change.

"I understand. If you have something to do, leave as soon as possible. Sister Eri and I can handle it. Sorry, I shouldn't bother you so much!"

This is not because I forgot to mark the marks, but because the rumor of Nakashima Kazuya is like raping it on the spot, and there is no interruption in the middle.

Should I say that Nakashima Koha is worthy of being a singer? I still have a good way of talking about skinny kung fu. At least it takes a lot of skill to pronounce such a string of words in Japanese.

Kitagawa Temple hung the rattan on the side wall and glanced at the time.

Today is Friday, and he comes back as soon as school is over.

So it's only 3:50 now.

Beijing North High School only has six classes a day, four classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. You are not forced to participate in clubs. You can go home directly after school or attend extracurricular tutoring.

Thanks to this humanized system, Beichuan Temple returns home early every day.

But Eri Kitagawa is different. According to her, she is now trained by Chiba Teng every day. The other party wants her to participate in this Tokyo High School Painting Awards competition. Therefore, Eri Kitagawa has been home late these days and seems to have been actively preparing for the battle.

"I'm leaving, Miss Nakashima, I'll ask you at home."

"Okay." Nakashima Kaori responded urgently, and at the same time he did not forget to run out and say: "A good journey, Kitagawa-kun."

Kitakawa Temple waved her hand and signaled her that she would not even wear a mask to go home quickly, and then walked to the end of the street without saying a word.

Ibaraki Prefecture Kitakawaji is back

The last time I came to Ibaraki Prefecture was because of the curse on Mamiya Hitomiya. This time I visited the old place again, Kitagawa Temple was undoubtedly much more active.

The first aspect is that you can collect money, and the second aspect is that you have encountered strange and supernatural events that have not happened for a long time.

How can this kind of incident that can collect money and handle it at the same time? How can it not make Kitakawaji feel better?

I stayed in Kitakawaji and I stayed in the B&B I last stayed in, and then took a look at the time after paying the room deposit.

It took Kitagawaji Temple two hours to take the bus to Ibaraki Prefecture, and it is already six o'clock now.

It happened to be the time to visit.

Kitagawaji took out his cell phone and called Hirasaka Ichiro.

The blind voice of the phone rang for only two seconds and was answered by the person over there.

"Hey? Master Beichuan?"

As soon as he heard the words "Bichuan Master", Beichuan Temple spoke in a hurry:

"I don't know if Mr. Hirasaka has time. I have already arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture. I hope I can talk to you about what you said on the phone last time."

"I have arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture? This is a coincidence. It just so happened that the person who wants to discuss things with you is also at my house. If Master Kitagawa wants to come here, he can also entertain him."

Hirasaka Ichiro's voice seemed a little surprised, and he immediately said.

"That would be rude."

Kitagawaji hung up the phone and lifted up Nishikojo, who had crawled out of his travel shoulder bag.

"We're leaving, poor."

""Nikiko is pitiful.

She pointed to the TV on the side, pointed at herself, and then made a gesture of biceps, saying that the aerobics program she wanted to watch was about to begin, and let Kitakawaji go there alone.

Kitagawaji thought about it, but did not force Nishikotsu to do what she didn't want to do. He put Nishikotsu down: "Okay, you are optimistic about our things during the period of my departure. But don't make too much noise."

Nishikotsu stood on the ground and nodded, while waving his round arms at him, making him be careful all the way.

"I will."

Kitakawa Temple responded and closed the door.

He thought about it, took out the key and locked the sliding door to prevent Nishiko from running around.

After doing all this, Kitagawaji greeted the boss's wife and left the homestay to go to Hirasaka's house.

As mentioned earlier, this B&B is only a dozen minutes away from the Hirasaka family. He deliberately accelerated it at Kitagawa Temple and only took five or six minutes to arrive at the door of Hirasaka Ichiro's house.

Hirasaka Ichiro was waiting by the door early. When he saw Kitagawa Temple coming, he went up and said, "Master Kitagawa, are you here?"

"Yes." Kitakawaji responded calmly, his face a little unfair.

This was simply a lightning strike at the opening, and it was certain that his face was not good-looking.

But Kitagawa Temple usually has a cold face, and Hirasaka Ichiro didn't notice the slight difference in his tone, so he indifferently led him into the mansion. While leading him, he did not forget to say, "Master Kitagawa, I have to rely on you again this time."

"Yes." Kitakawaji looked at him, and a faint black air couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

The two walked into the reception room on the first floor.

In the reception room, a man in a gray suit sat on the small round cushion on the side early.

As soon as he saw Hirasaka Ichiro and Kitagawaji come in, he stood up and greeted with a kind face: "Uncle Hirasaka."

His face is kind, and it makes people feel good when you look at it. His appearance is what we say is a good face.

Then the man in a gray suit looked at Kitakawaji. When he saw that he was too young, he hesitated, but he still asked politely: "Is this the Master Kitakawa?"

"Yes." Kitagawaji nodded, as a response.

Now he just felt that Master Beichuan was like a hat, and he could not take it off when he pressed it on his head.

The three of them took their seats again, and as the informant, Ichiro Hirasaka, of course, didn't watch it either.

He took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and introduced: "Master Kitagawa, this is the director of the Second Ibaraki Mental Hospital, Suzuki Fumi."

"Suzuki, this is the Kitagawa Master whom I mentioned to you, Kitagawaji. Although he looks very young, Kitagawa's ability is reassuring. If the solution to this matter is probably based on him."

"I'm glad to meet you, Master Beichuan."

Suzuki Fumi reached out and shook Kitagawaji.

"What kind of incident is probably?" Kitagawaji asked again.

For these two big men who often call themselves "Master Beichuan", Beichuan Temple would rather face those vengeful spirits who are more cute than the two of them.

And his calm and straightforward look made Suzuki nod, and he said without hesitation:

"To be honest with Master Kitagawa, some strange things have indeed happened recently when Ibaraki Second Mental Hospital."

Suzuki Fun's 'good face' wrinkled: "At the beginning, several patients responded, saying that they saw a black twisted figure dressed in a doctor carrying a shovel."
To be continued...