Snow.

White snow.

Heavy snow piles up on both sides of the desolate and dilapidated road, and the accumulated snow piles are like stacks of graves.

The ground was frozen hard, and you could hear the sound of scratching and scratching from the soles of your feet just by stepping on it.

The West City style is wrapped in a long suit and a simple duffel bag on his back, looking forward.

In front of him were the mountains that spread past.

The deadly mountain in front of him, completely covered by snow, was the destination of his trip.

It seems that it is due to winter, and even the sound of birds and beasts cannot be heard nearby, let alone the sound of human voices.

All of this seems too quiet.

If you really want to say something, it is indeed unknown to ordinary people to die in such an environment.

"Xi, Mr. Xicheng."

A trembling voice came from behind.

Xichengshi turned around and happened to see Takishima Xue leaning over.

This girl carries very little things, but even so, she can't stand the long itinerary and her little face turns red.

And the West City style also feels very magical.

This girl's eyes were clearly blocked by the bangs in front. How did she see the road ahead?

"Is there something wrong?"

The Xicheng style voice replied unchangedly, but the pace did not slow down.

"You, can you help me... help me carry the things on my hands for a while?"

She asked in a subtle voice.

"cannot."

"Why?"

The answer that Xicheng style did not hesitate for a second made Takishima Xue completely stunned, but his next answer surprised Takishima Xue even more.

"And Miss Takijima came to me not to ask me to help you carry your luggage...is such a simple thing?"

The pair of eyes of Xicheng style stared at Takishima Xue tightly.

He had noticed the movement of Takishima Xue approaching from just now.

When she first started, she hesitated, but soon she seemed to have made up her mind and walked over.

Referring things was just an excuse she found. She wanted to use this topic to talk about Xicheng style.

“……” Takishima Xue.

Silence, long silence.

After a while, a Xicheng-style voice came again:

"Do you have something to do? If you have nothing to do, please keep a distance from me."

His behavior of wishing to stay away from him made Takishima Xue open his mouth.

No matter how I say I am a girl, right? And it’s not bad if I only look at my appearance.

Although his temperament is a little gloomy, people usually come up to chat with him, but why can't I avoid it when I put it in the West City style?

She had lacked confidence at first, and was interrupted by Xicheng style and even more stutteringly did not dare to speak.

Seeing Takishima Xue like this, Nishiki no longer had the intention to continue talking nonsense.

After all, in his eyes, young girls like Takishima Xue come to commit suicide, and their brains are mostly problematic, maybe they are the kind of melancholy girls who especially like to read Dazai Osamu's articles.

Chatting with someone with a brain problem is undoubtedly full and there is nothing to do.

Seeing Xichengshi continue walking forward without saying a word, a glimmer of light flashed through Takishima Xue's eyes hidden under her hair.

She gritted her teeth and continued to carry things, following Xichengshi.

Next to him, No Shitaka, who was dyed with yellow hair, whispered again when he saw this scene.

Sure enough, these women all like Xicheng style a very handsome young man.

Even girls who want to commit suicide are the same.

He cursed in a low voice, as if he wanted to criticize the injustice of the world.

Morimiyayama...

It's getting closer.

......

When I walked to the abandoned campsite near Morimiya Mountain, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

A faint dark color appeared in the sky.

As we walked along the way, Xicheng Style didn't say anything.

On the contrary, the office worker Yamamoto Hiroshi said a lot to liven up the dull atmosphere.

According to him, he was a native of Akita Prefecture. Because he couldn't stand the difficulties made by his boss in the company, he chose Morimiyayama, a suicide holy place with urban legends.

"Enter the land where the white mist spreads, climb over the layers of fog peaks, and in the Buddhist temples surrounded by white mist, if you can get the forgiveness of the son of Baiwu who lives there, even the soul who commits suicide will be comforted. This is the legend from Morimiya Mountain."

Yamamotohiro looked at the rising fire and his eyes flashed.

"Speaking of this, the conditions here are pretty good. There are all camping equipment, but it's closed because of the legend that nothing is considered... It's a pity."

No Shitaka reached out to roast the fire, looked at the surrounding environment again, and continued, "After this time, I will bring my best friends here. I can enjoy such a large campground, and the scenery here is also nice...it's so comfortable."

Their place is an abandoned campsite.

The facilities here are well preserved, with a repaired roof overhead.

This way, you don’t have to worry about the heavy snow in the middle of the night and bend the tent.

Listening to No Shitaka's excited voice, Yamamoto Hiroshi just laughed dryly, without saying anything more.

Xicheng style silenced and looked at Norishitaya.

Since the netizens met, this Nori Shitaka has become too active.

He knew that Takishima Xue and Yamamotohiro came to seek death, but he could still say all kinds of stupid words.

Ordinary people...even bad young people.

It is unlikely that a group of people who are determined to be dead will show such a calm feeling.

He didn't look afraid of his fearlessness, he didn't look like he was pretending.

Could it be that No Shitaka is actually the website manager who is mixed among the three? He wants to use this stupid example to hide himself?

Xicheng style squinted eyes.

But if that is the case, No Shitaka's performance would be too exaggerated.

Too exaggerated acting will make people feel unnatural.

Xicheng Style has always been a person with accurate positioning and thoughtful thinking.

If a suicide website that can operate for a year is impossible, there will be such a website manager who has exposed so many flaws.

"Um..."

Xicheng style pondered, and was about to take the kettle he placed beside the fire-

"Xi, Mr. Xicheng, please use it if you don't mind."

A cowardly voice came from beside him.

Um?

Xicheng Style turned around and happened to see Takijima Xue handing over the brewed coffee.

Although it is an instant coffee, it still exudes a strong aroma in this environment.

"No."

Xicheng style stared at the other party for a while and replied coldly.

Well--

Listening to the words of Nishige-style rejection, Takishima Xue's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Then she saw Xichengyi taking a step aside and signaled her to sit down.

"Mr. Xicheng..."

"Sit. There's something to ask you."

Xicheng style said calmly.
To be continued...