It will be very fast to take the Shinkansen to Iwate Prefecture, and it will only take two or three hours to get from Tokyo to Iwate Prefecture. Then transfer to the bus and you can reach Yashan City in at most one hour.

After arriving in Iwate Prefecture, there are still various things to do, such as booking a hotel, exploring Sucha High School, etc.

Among them, the exploration of Xucha High School is the top priority of this trip.

Perhaps the police cannot learn anything from the ruins of the past, but Kitagawa Temple is different.

He could see the "spirit", which was constructed by human thoughts. Perhaps some low-level resentful spirits who had lost their minds could not communicate with Kitakawa Temple, but if he went to investigate, he might get precious information from the unconscious howling of those "spirits".

Thinking of this, Kitakawaji did not procrastinate. After class in the afternoon, he went to the teacher to take a few days off and then went straight home.

After returning home, Kitagawaji called Miya Kamiya again and asked her to take care of Kitagawa Eri during these days.

The voice of Miku Kamiya sounded not much unexpected, after all, this was all agreed upon.

After giving her instructions, Kitagawa Temple called Kitagawa Eri again, briefly explaining that she would go to Iwate Prefecture for a few days, and hang up the phone regardless of Kitagawa Eri's inexplicable tone.

These are things that have been said yesterday, but Kitagawa Eri himself did not listen carefully, and he could not blame Kitagawa Temple for taking this attitude.

I have to give this sister a better memory.

Kitakawaji exhaled a sigh of relief, his eyes slanted, and looked at the things inside the tourist shoulder bag.

Two sets of clothes to change, three chargers, flashlights, and a white ball.

Everything was ready, Kitakawaji nodded with satisfaction, aimed his watch at the time and put it on, and then zipped the tourist shoulder bag.

Check your wallet again, and there is no problem with your student ID.

He nodded with satisfaction and simply carried his bag downstairs:

"Set off."

Kitakawaji didn't look back, half of his face sank into the scarf, leaving Kitakawa's family far behind

It took Kitagawaji nearly four hours from Shinkansen to Moriokaoka Prefecture, and then from Morioka to Yayama City.

From four o'clock to now, the time has come to eight half past pm.

The street lights were already on at half past six and it was dark for a long time.

Kitakawaji was still in a hurry to book a room and hotel, but he encountered something troublesome.

"You came to Bashan City to look for relatives? But the address given by the relative was wrong? The phone was out of power, so I couldn't find the police station on duty?"

Kitakawaji frowned tightly and looked at the figures of big and small in front of him.

It was a middle-aged woman with thick palms and a country-like face and a pretty and slim little girl with a pink face.

The girl seemed to be taken outside by her mother for a long time, and a faint red mark appeared on her fair and pink cheeks.

In fact, it is true that simple farmers living in rural Japan suddenly came to the big city and couldn't find their way, but it was really unreliable to get lost with their daughter on this night.

Kitakawaji looked at his watch.

It is now 8:46, and it should be about nine o'clock to send off the mother and daughter.

He frowned and let go, and finally saw the little girl trembling with her nose, and he just shook his head:

"Let's go, but I may not take you to the right place. After all, I'm also a traveler who just came to Bashan City."

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!" A farmer-like woman bowed to Kitakawaji repeatedly and expressed her gratitude for his kindness in helping him.

But Kitakawaji waved his hand.

He glanced at the little girl again.

But not only was this little girl not afraid of being alive, she also showed a innocent and cute smile at Kitagawa Temple.

Under this smile, the expression on Kitagawaji's face also softened a lot.

On winter nights, it is always heartwarming to have such a smiling face.

"Come with me." Kitakawaji took out his phone, called out Google Map, and looked at the approximate locations of his own people.

It will take some time to get from here to the nearest police station. He waved his hand and signaled the two people behind him to follow him.

The nights in Yashan City are different from Tokyo. They lack the throbbing feeling of the city and have more tranquility.

In this panic winter night, the cold air rubbed against the scalp of Beichuan Temple and whizzed by.

As night was pressed down, tranquility turned into silence, and Kitakawaji could even hear his 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 Kitagawa Temple how to come to Iwate Prefecture alone, or nagging a few words about the little girl around them.

From their mouths, Kitagawaji also learned their names and the purpose of coming to Iwate Prefecture.

"In other words, Aunt Nishikojo brought her pitiful father to see her biological father?" Kitagawaji asked in surprise.

The middle-aged woman named Mika Nishiko. A few years ago, she divorced Nishiko's poor biological father and lived alone in the countryside with a little girl.

Originally, the two parties had already negotiated in court that the poor biological father of Nishikotsu should pay a portion of the poor child support of Nishikotsu.

But the man has not been paid for three months recently. Mika Nishiko is a country man again and cannot afford the pitiful tuition fee of Nishiko. He can only bring his daughter to Hachiyama City with his daughter.

But the address given by the man from the beginning was wrong, which led to Mika Nishiko getting lost and meeting Kitagawaji later, asking him for help.

So that's it.

Kitakawaji shook his head unstoppable.

The wind at night became colder.

The weather seemed to be deteriorating, and the lights of the street lights on both sides of the street were shaking.

Kitagawaji wrapped his scarf tightly and heard Mika Nishiko from behind ask:

"Why did Kitagawa come to Yashan City alone?"

"What I want to do is similar to yours, and I am also looking for someone." Kitagawaji blinked. He looked back at the pitiful Nishikujo with two red marks on his face. His heart softened slightly, and he put on a scarf with a warm left on his neck.

After all this, Kitagawaji stood still and grabbed Nishikojo's poor little hand.

He turned around, looked at Mika Nishiko in front of him, and spoke:

“We’re here.”

In front of Mika Nishiko, there was not a police station, but a row of neat rental apartment buildings. At night, the lights flashed.

In front of Kitakawa Temple is Mika Nishiko.

This mother had already changed from a loving mother's image to a scarlet-red eyes, and her body was filled with resentment and black air.

Her black nails flashed like a paper knife, and her forehead was covered with blood. When she looked carefully, there was a big hole in the hollow on her forehead, and black liquid flowed out from it.

Yes, Nishiko Mika includes Nishiko's miserable Nishikoji who is beside Kitagawaji
Chapter completed!