【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Her exact words were—"

Escher suppressed the smile in his voice:

"That little puppet who doesn't understand anything is quite obedient. He will do whatever you ask him to do."

In fact, it is no longer important what the original words are.

Did she even tell others this...?

Isn't this their secret?

"It seems that you are very concerned about this matter," Escher squinted at the almost broken Qinqi, "Don't worry, I haven't mentioned it to anyone, and I won't mention it in the future."

"As for her whereabouts..."

Escher pretended to shake his head:

"I'm sorry, I don't know where she has gone, but since she is still insisting on this matter, she should be reluctant to run too far - do you still want to find her? When I am healed, I can help."

Mentioned his injury again.

Escher's wounds have been seen by those who admire them.

It was very deep and there was a lot of blood, so it would be difficult for ordinary people - at least Qingqi himself - to get started.

You have to be a very cruel person to—

But, but——

This image is extremely separate from the image of the girl in his mind, and he can't connect the two images together anyway, but, but -

A rapid knock on the door immediately attracted their attention.

"Qingqi! Go to Murakami's house quickly! Murakami is dying and wants to see you!"

-

The admirer was sitting in front of Murakami's bed. Before he could even utter the words, tears that had accumulated for a long time rolled down from his eyes onto the quilt.

He didn't catch up.

Murakami is gone.

They walked in silence, and when Qingqi came in, the whole room was so dark that Qingqi couldn't see Murakami's lifeless face clearly.

"Is the hearth going to resume work?"

Murakami's mother's face was calm - so calm that one could think that she had thought of this moment for a long time, and was even looking forward to this day.

"I...I don't know."

The Qingqi stared at Murakami's body, his eyes a little dull.

Compared with Murakami's skinny body, the admirers did not dare to look at the old and peaceful old man.

"Hey......"

"In fact, rather than saying that he firmly believes in Miss Zhouyou, it is better to say that he is afraid that someone will follow in his footsteps."

"My child, there is something wrong with the heart of the furnace. There is really something wrong with the heart of the furnace - the heart of the furnace cannot be opened."

"I, I remember, I will work hard, I will."

Many people came to Murakami's funeral, but many people did not come.

It was just that the requests to start work in Niwa's hands were taken back one by one.

Probably because Murakami's death finally made them fear the consequences of the "haunted god"; or maybe some people decided to temporarily respect the last wishes of this kind neighbor.

Both Niyu and Qingqizhe attach great importance to this opportunity that Murakami has bought with his life.

"Niwa," Qinqi said, inspecting the heart of the furnace, "do you have any doubts about outdated technology?"

"..."

Niyu nodded silently:

"I suspected it when the first case of haunted gods appeared, but I couldn't see any problems."

"Moreover, we have been using that technology for a long time. Judging from the time...it is indeed Miss Zhouyou who is more likely to be suspected."

The Qingqi man subconsciously wanted to retort, but the words stuck in his mouth, confusing his mind. In the end, he just remained silent and continued the movements of his hands.

She asked him to trust her.

This is their agreement.

Someone always has to keep an agreement.

-

"Mr. Escher can cure ghosts!"

"Really, someone was cured by Mr. Escher!"

This is the biggest news in Tatarsha in a few days.

Suddenly, Escher's small cabin was bustling with people.

"Listen to me, everyone."

"I wrote a letter and entrusted my assistant with it, and he discovered the treatment method in Zhouyou's research report."

"Everyone, there are also ways to prevent evil spirits, so you don't have to worry anymore!"

The crowd cheered and screamed, and there were also subtle doubts, and——

"Since Ms. Zhouyou already knows about this thing, why didn't you take it out earlier to save Murakami Quinoa?"

"This is what they said, Miss Zhouyou."

Dotore sat cross-legged in front of the girl, with a strange and sarcastic look on his face:

"Did you hear me? This is the person you want to save. Why don't you come back to Solstice with me?"

"Well," the girl turned her head to one side absentmindedly, making it unclear whether she was pretending to be cool or if she really didn't care, "So, where did the method for treating ghosts come from?"

Dotore shrugged, but realized that the girl couldn't see it, and said "tsk" impatiently:

"Of course I wrote it myself, but since you can check this, you should know that evil spirits cannot be eradicated."

"But I have done something good. I can make them die without pain. Do you want to praise me?"

"...It's hard to imagine what a person like you thinks of human life."

The girl straightened her head:

"So you imitated the handwriting too?"

"Of course, miss, my many lessons are not in vain," Dotore held his head and smiled, "Thanks to Miss Zhouyou for being so conscientious, almost all the people who questioned recognized the report after seeing it. It's your handwriting."'

"And then - they believed it."

Dotore looked at his watch, stood up, and patted the dust on his body:

"It's almost there. It'll be dawn soon, and soon someone will come and ask me to help them prevent evil spirits."

"Oh, by the way, miss, furnace heart, work will start today."

"and many more."

The girl spoke and stopped Dotore.

"Ok?"

"I just want to know one thing."

"Shen Shen, how did you do it?"

"Are you still worried about this? Miss."

Dotore stretched himself:

"Actually, it's not entirely my fault - they chose to forge their swords with crystallized marrow. It was only a matter of time."

"It's just that I fine-tuned some places - actually, miss, you almost discovered it, but it's a pity that your Eye of God is of the ice type."

Eye of God?

Ice type?

The clues in the girl's mind immediately came together——

"Is it the evil eye?"

The girl bit her lip:

"The problem has never been technical. It's just that in the time since you arrived, you added the evil eye to the fire source part of the furnace heart, and used the fire element to stimulate the evil spirit inside."

"And the evil eye needs energy - so Murakami, who often lights the fire next to the hearth, naturally becomes the most seriously ill."

The girl heard Dotore high-fiving himself:

"Well, you're very smart, miss. It's easy to talk to you, but you made a mistake -"

"It's not that the evil eye has been added, but now the entire heart of the furnace is a huge evil eye - it's a pity that this evil eye has too much load and cannot be used on people for the time being."

"If I succeed one day, I will let you know."