About the matter of Mrs. Chen's superstition in science

"Tanjiro, can you smell something inside? Like ghosts or monsters."

Wakaca knocked on the door as she spoke, the sound spread far and wide in the quiet night, with a desolate lingering sound, knocking in her head one after another.

Tanjiro shook his head, "I didn't notice anything unusual."

Finding Wakana a little disappointed, Tanjiro added, "Maybe the ghosts have visited before, but they didn't stay for too long, so the smell cannot be preserved for a long time."

"I'm fine, and I didn't think it would be so easy to find the prisoner, but..." Ruo Cai stared at the dark pattern on the door panel for a moment, and then sighed to herself after a while, "It's just those six or seven-year-olds. The child, if he is still alive, must be very scared now."

His nasal voice was a bit hoarse, Tanjiro lowered his eyes, the smell lingering in his breath was sour and astringent, he knew that Wakana was sad, but he could only quietly accompany him, not even the courage to speak.

The slight sound of machine guns interrupted Tanjiro's thoughts, and he turned his attention back to the door, only to see it opened a small crack, only a bloodshot eye could be seen, and then he heard A deep and hoarse voice came, "Who are you?"

Tanjiro immediately bent his waist deeply, and said in honorifics, "Hi, we would like to ask—"

The words were snatched away by Wakana, she took a step forward, without putting on her usual comforting smile, she looked resolutely at the eye behind the door, "We are here to help you find your child."

As soon as her words came out of her mouth, Tanjiro knew that he was wrong. What he wanted to say just now was to ask about the details of the disappearance. The other party must have recalled it countless times during the police investigation.

For the parents who have lost their children, every time they think about it, it is like sprinkling salt on the wound. The torment day and night makes him unable to close his eyes and rest. The feelings conveyed have too much regret and grief. Why didn't you accompany the child that night.

What they need most now is an affirmative answer:

Alive or not, the child can be retrieved.

Hearing Wakana's words, that eye trembled and gradually became moist, and then the door was slowly opened, "Come in."

The lights inside were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly. The surroundings were pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. Tanjiro subconsciously helped Wakana so as not to bump into the furniture in the room.

Nezuko is a ghost, has very good night vision ability, and hugged Wakana's other hand like a model.

The owner of the house pressed the switch on the wall, and the hall was brightened instantly. Tanjiro found that the ground was in a mess. Beside the broken bowl was charred food that was so black that it could not be seen clearly. It had begun to rot in the hot weather, because the room was not ventilated. Because of it, it gradually fermented into a strange smell.

Not only the bowls and chopsticks, but also the crooked furniture, it can be seen that there has been a dispute here, it must be...

Tanjiro looked at the owner of the house. He was obviously at the best age for a man, but his hair was stained with a layer of hoarfrost. It should be that he hadn't had a drop of water since he found out that the child was missing the night before, and he was very haggard.

There is no second person's smell in the room, and the appearance of the living room, it may be that the couple had a quarrel.

"Sit whatever you want. As you can see, the house looks like this, and my wife has left, so I can't entertain you." The man hunched over and slowly moved to the stool next to him, breathing weakly, as if he would pass out at any time .

Tanjiro pulled Nezuko to his side and sat down with Wakana, who was surprised to find that the always gentle and considerate Wakana didn't say any words of comfort, probably because he knew that the comfort at this moment was meaningless to a man.

"Probably, you must have seen it in the newspapers. My name is Masaki. My daughter is about to turn six years old. She has been sleeping with us before. It was only last month that she slowly started to train her to sleep in the same room. But even if the room is divided, every day In the evening, my wife and I will take turns to accompany her for a while. The heart of parents is like this. They want their children to be alone, but they are afraid of their independence. In the final analysis, it is not that children cannot live without their parents, but that parents cannot do without their children.”

Unlike the conversation with the police, instead of asking and answering, Masaki took the initiative to talk about what happened that day. Although he stumbled, he said everything that should be said.

"It should have been like this that day too...but I don't know why my wife and I fell asleep. When we woke up, we went to Xiaokui's room... There was nothing on the bed, and the quilt was folded there. Xiaokui is It's been gone since the beginning...but I'm a father who doesn't know anything and talks about tomorrow's menu with my wife...the windows are all closed, how the hell do people disappear...I still remember little When Aoi came back from Fujimoto's house, she happily said that her friend's house had more than 20 houses, but now... now..."

He covered his face with his hands, and finally lost his voice. Grief permeated every corner, blocking everyone's voice channels.

Tanjiro couldn't guarantee the child's condition, he could only say that he would bring him back.

When they left Masaki's house, the three of them were silent. They didn't ask any clues this time. Tanjiro wanted to say something to cheer him up, but Wakana suddenly changed direction and went north, saying, "Fujimoto, more than 20 house, I can only think of one person in Taipei who meets these two conditions.”

After walking a certain distance, what appeared in front of me was the combination of authentic European-style mansions shrouded in night and pure Japanese-style buildings. The layout was balanced and exquisite, without any sense of conflict. It's mysterious.

Tanjiro stood in front of the majestic and luxurious gate feeling very small, and at the same time felt strange that the Masaki family just now were just ordinary people, how could he know such a grand family.

"Fujimoto, like my wife, is one of the three big chaebols. Tanjiro also finds it strange, right? There are upper-class circles in the upper-class society. Why do two people who have no connection know each other? They even invite each other to play at home."

Being puzzled by Wakana's words, Tanjiro pursed his lips and remained silent.

He still can't understand the luxurious life of the so-called upper class, and according to Wakana, this Fujimoto family seems to have a relationship with my wife's family.

Seeing his hesitation, Wakana just smiled and called the door openly. After revealing my wife's name, a servant came to answer the door.

The servant's eyes swept over the three of Wakana. Although they felt that their attire was suspicious, but the master's hospitality could not be violated, and respectfully invited them in.

"Oh, oh, isn't this Wakana? It has become more beautiful, and I almost didn't recognize it. Why did you come here at this time? Does your father have any explanation? And what does this outfit match with the two people next to her?"

The Fujimoto family is now in charge of the Fujimoto Kiyoro, who is different from my wife and father in pursuing the idea of ​​natural aging. The hair is all combed back and well maintained. The gold-rimmed glasses cover the fine lines at the corners of the eyes. Wearing a formal suit makes people feel uncomfortable reveal his real age.

In fact, according to her seniority, Wakana still calls her uncle.

Wakana bowed her knees and made a noble salute, and Tanjiro hurriedly pulled Nezuko to bow, "It's so late to disturb you."

Kiyoro Fujimoto quickly glanced at the two brothers and sisters without leaving any traces. With a sharp eye for businessmen, he guessed their family backgrounds with a single glance.

Ruocai opened her mouth and made up a story, "I was going on a mountain tour with my friends, but I forgot the time. It was too late to go back at this time, so I came to find Uncle Qinglang to stay overnight. You must take us in, otherwise my father will find out. Time to worry."

The two families have been friends for generations, and with Wakana's natural performance, Fujimoto didn't doubt it, but just teased, "I didn't expect Wakana to be as naughty as I was when I was a child. I remember when you were young, you had a competition with your brother to climb a tree, but you couldn't get up and down, and you cried. It is said that as long as the head is not on the ground, even if you fall from this height, the acceleration of gravity will at most break your bones."

Doubt flashed across Ruo Cai's face, she had no such memory at all, of course everyone has childhood amnesia, it's normal to have fuzzy memories before the age of seven, she didn't take it to heart.

When it came to wanting, she asked casually, "Would you like my brother? Are you already asleep?"

After finishing speaking, Wakai carefully noticed a trace of strangeness across Fujimoto Kiyoro's face, and tried to see clearly, but could not find the trace.

Fujimoto Kiyoro replied without any flaws, "If the company is busy recently, I force him to rest at home for a while. The pressure is too high, which is not a good thing."

"Even if the machine is running all the time, it will break down, let alone people." Wakana nodded along with his words, carrying some sincere nostalgia, "My brother must be strong since he was a child, and he must strive for the first in everything. Where is the money?" After earning it, the body is the most important."

Fujimoto Kiyoro's facial muscles were slightly stiff, and he only responded from his throat.

Wakaca looked at him deeply for a few seconds, drank the tea brought by the maid, got up and said goodbye, "I'm a little tired after climbing the mountain all day, I will trouble Uncle Qinglang tonight."

Kiyoro Fujimoto moved his lips, and finally showed a familiar smile, "There are many guest rooms, I'll let the maid take you there, it's getting late, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning, but remember to call your father , lest he wait for you at home."

Although Wakaca felt that this sentence was a little strange, but couldn't tell what was wrong, so she nodded in agreement.

This area is all the land of the Fujimoto family, with a total area of ​​more than 5000 square meters. There are more than 20 buildings such as Western-style houses, Japanese-style houses, and billiard halls. There are really many guest rooms, and it is not polite.

A maid in a black and white apron uniform led the way, every step seemed to be measured with a ruler, which made Tanjiro dare not even speak too loudly, so he had to lean closer to Wakana, hesitated a few times before whispering in her ear, "Nothing It's a special taste, just now... Wakana, what uncle Fujimoto is hiding something, of course I'm not saying that he is the culprit of the disappearance case, but—"

"But there must be clues."

Tanjiro glanced at Wakana who had accepted the words, but failed to see what was in her heart from her eyes, so he backed away silently, and grabbed Nezuko who wanted to follow suit and wanted to bite her ear to Wakana.

At the same moment, Gabako was wandering around the Fujimoto family's mansion, thinking in her heart that something was going wrong. There was a limit to the number of memories she could control each time, and Asakusa alone had done its best, so the memories of the people here were complete and real. Yes, it's over if I miss something.