The world is restarting

Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who turned on the movie watching mode at the side, smiled and watched for a while, and finally picked up the coffee to take over the topic, "Speaking of which, Kid Xianghi has good taste. This coffee shop is highly rated on the Internet. I prepared it yesterday. I suggest you come and sit down."

Zenji Baba took a sip of coffee and said lazily, "The flow of people is also very high, especially since the Yamakasa Festival has started, and this place is very close to the main venue of the Yamakasa Festival."

Sawada Ya has no interest in coffee, and a special cake from the coffee shop was placed in front of her by the racecourse.The little loli was eating with a cake fork, and tilted her head to look at the racecourse after hearing the new term, "Yamakasai?"

"Yes, the full name is Gion Yamakasa Festival."

The meeting place of Gion Yamakasa is Kushida Shrine.Every year on the day of the memorial ceremony, the men of Hakata will carry a one-ton float named "Yamakasa" and cruise around Hakata, starting from Kushida Shrine, running around Hakata all the way to Susaki Town.

There are also seven teams in the Fukuoka area named "Flow". Each team carries a float to chase the mountain. During the period of Gion Yamakasa, some schools and companies in Hakata will have a holiday, called "Yamakasa holiday"... But One can imagine the importance of this shrine and festival in the hearts of the people of Hakata.

"The most important part of the memorial service is the mountain lifting activity starting on the [-]th. I won't pick up work after the activity starts, so if you come at that time, you probably won't meet me."

The horse farm has always been lazy and not very interested in most things. Motoharu Tsuchimikado didn't show much extra emotion when he bumped into him and killed him.But he seems to have great enthusiasm for this festival. He not only told a lot of stories about the Yamakasa Festival, but also invited Sawada Loli and others to stay and watch the ceremony.

"The whole of Hakata will be very lively at that time." The racecourse said with a slight smile, the outdoor sunlight shone through the umbrellas, and the young man's eyebrows were soft, almost indistinguishable from every Hakata citizen passing by in a hurry on the street.

Sawada Ya blinked, "Will Zenji also participate?"

"I can."

Little Loli clenched her fists and encouraged, "Okay, I will go and cheer for Shanzhi!"

"Haha, thank you."

Ninzu Yushi was covered with black lines, and I said, have you forgotten what we are here for?

The culprit who took away the style of the whole group of people sat opposite and cut the cake, "What a surprise, I thought Mr. Bachang would stay at home to sleep or spend time in entertainment venues, but I didn't expect such a normal thing to happen. Hobby."

"I usually prefer to go to the batting field." Zenji Baba glanced at him lazily. "Work and life should be separated."

"That's right... eh?"

Hearing his voice, Machang stopped halfway, looked up in surprise, and saw the man staring straight at the street next to him.Zenji Baba followed his gaze and saw a familiar slender figure walking across the crosswalk. His long brown hair was blown by the wind, and the beauty with delicate eyebrows glanced casually.

The corner of Ma Chang's mouth twitched, and he looked back at the dazed expression of the blond boy looking in that direction, feeling ominous.

...isn't it?

As soon as he thought of this, Tsuchimikado Motoharu suddenly had a serious expression, "Miss, I suddenly remembered that there is something important to do."

The man didn't take his eyes off the street across the street when he spoke, and his intentions were obvious to all passers-by.

Sawada Ya, who watched the whole process from the sidelines: "..."

Zenji Baba who recognized the long-haired beauty: "..."

Little Lolita sighed, and said tolerantly, "Go."

"Thank you, miss, contact me after you leave the shrine."

The attractiveness of a beauty is enormous, Motoharu Tsuchimikado jumped up from his chair after saying hello, and slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Riyueren, who had successfully won his brother's compromise with nonsense, was walking back and passed him by. The young man looked confused, "What is he going to do?"

"..." Yushi Ninzu said succinctly, "Pick up my sister."

Never expecting that there were such contestants among this group of people, Xiang Riyue was dumbfounded.

The assistant laughed dryly, "...Hehe, I hope Mr. Yuan Yi can get the contact information of that lady."

Zenji Baba sighed and turned his face away, "Impossible, impossible."

It's not bad if you don't get hit!

Ninja Yushi: "... Should we go to the shrine?"

He is already desperate for this itinerary, and he can't find anything after checking, so he will ensure that the little princess can play well in Bodo ==

He took out his mobile phone and contacted the hotel in a broken jar, and postponed the room until after the Yamakasa Festival.

I don't know if the Gion Yamakasa Festival is approaching, and there are many tourists who come to the shrine to worship.

Although the god enshrined in Kushida Shrine is asleep, it was once a place where gods descended, and the air in the shrine is clean and peaceful.

The Yamakasa Festival has not yet started. The huge floats are quietly parked in the shrine. The surrounding trees are very old. This shrine with a history of more than 700 years stands in the bustling Zhongzhou like this. It has a natural beauty of tranquility .

In addition to Yamakasa, the most famous shrine is an ancient ginkgo tree that is hundreds of years old. It is not only sung in the Hakata celebration song, but also known as the Kushida Ginkgo. Every year, many tourists come to see it from all over the country. .

When Sawada Ya came out after paying homage, she saw a girl with long black hair standing in the shade of a tree, looking up at the ancient ginkgo tree in front of her.

The noon sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves and sprinkles mottled spots all over the place. The breeze blows and lifts the girl's soft skirt, and the branches and leaves of ginkgo rustle like gentle whispers in the wind.The black-haired girl stood under the shadow of the tree for an unknown amount of time. People in the shrine came and went, but no one noticed her.

Ze Tianya stood at the entrance of the main hall and thought for a while, then walked towards her.

The door of the police station.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the police badge on the top of the tall building. Two rows of tall plane trees were planted on the street in front of the police station. The branches and leaves swayed, and his half-length shadow fell.He was out of his mind for a while, when there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door.

"Sorry, sorry, have you been waiting too long?" The middle-aged police officer ran out, holding a stack of neatly printed materials on A4 paper in his hand.

Tu Yumen Motoharu looked away, shrugged at him, "It's okay, I just arrived too."

The middle-aged police officer led him inside, muttering, "I knew the situation was not good when I heard from you, how is it? The recent murders were really done by monsters?"

Tsuchimikado followed behind him, looked left and right to observe the people in the police station, casually bypassed the question, "It sounds like you've been busy recently?"

"Hehe," the middle-aged policeman turned his head to look at him, and pointed to his eyes, "Did you see that? The dark circles under the eyes are about to fall to the corners of the mouth."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu grinned, "Isn't that good? It's the same style as the giant panda, so you can catch the heat."

"Thank you, do you want to give it to you?"

"That's still free."

The two passed the front hall and walked straight to the forensic department, and finally stopped in front of the innermost room.The middle-aged policeman pushed open the door, and the cold air mixed with the stench of rotting creatures came to his face.

"But fortunately, we have been very busy recently, otherwise you suddenly said that you want to see the victim's body, and I really couldn't find a chance to bring you in."

The air was filled with the rotten smell of long-standing corpses, mixed with the dry and cold smell of formalin, which was not pleasant.As soon as the middle-aged police officer entered the door, he subconsciously covered his nose and put on a mask. There was a filter in the mask, which was better than nothing.

He took out another mask from his pocket and wanted to pass it to Tsuchimikado Motoharu, but when he turned around, he found that the people around him walked straight to the corpses displayed indoors as if nothing had happened.

He looked at the side face of the other party without any fluctuations, praised him in his heart, and followed.

Most of the corpses displayed in the room were incomplete, as if they had been bitten by wild animals.At that time, the scene was even more bloody, and even the senior police officers vomited several times.

That inhuman, evil and weird feeling is like a contagious shadow. It is said that after leaving the scene, many policemen have nightmares of varying degrees when they go back.

"How is it?" The middle-aged police officer finally couldn't help asking after following Tsuchiyamen around the morgue.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu looked at the mutilated corpses in the room and was silent for a moment, finally stopped in front of a little girl's bed, and stretched out his hand to lift the white cloth covering his face.She was the youngest of the victims, and only half of the wide mortuary bed was occupied. Her small face was not as big as an adult's palm, like a kitten curled up on a cold mortuary bed.

At the age when her peers were still carrying their schoolbags to school, laughing and playing with their friends, and playing coquettishly at the knees of their parents, she lay in this cold place prematurely, and those sunny and warm things in the world were always far away from her. Gone, her time stopped at the moment of the attack.

When the middle-aged police officer saw the child, his voice suddenly stopped, and he was silent for a long time, "I remember her, her parents came to identify the body yesterday."

It was a young couple, and when they heard the bad news and rushed to the police station, the expressions on their faces were as if the sky had fallen.

The air in the morgue was dull, so quiet that the beating of a person's heart could be heard.The middle-aged police officer lowered his head and wiped his face, suddenly wanting to smoke a cigarette. They often divert their attention like this when their mood fluctuates and they want to force themselves to calm down.

He moved his fingers, and remembered that this is a mortuary, smoking here is not very respectful to the "people" lying here, so he held back.

He rubbed his face hard through the mask, and the middle-aged police officer said in a muffled voice, "The couple came during the day, stayed in the police station and cried for a long time, and kept asking us who the murderer was."

He pulled his throat, his voice was a little dry, "But we haven't found any clues so far, I feel... I'm sorry for them."

He seemed unable to continue, and turned his head.

The morgue fell silent, Tsuchimikado Motoharu was silent for a moment, took out a white paper crane from his pocket and placed it on the little girl's head.

The middle-aged police officer heard the rubbing of the cloth and looked back, just in time to see the paper crane floating up, trembling in mid-air as if held by some invisible air.It hovered with difficulty for half a second, and suddenly the tips of its wings trembled slightly.It was as if a drop of ink had dropped on the paper crane, and the jet-black ink color spread, dyeing it black in the blink of an eye.

Zhihe's body froze, then slowly turned around, and the side representing the head "looked" straight at Tsuchimikado.It obviously has no eyes, but its expression is so vivid that it seems that something is looking at it from a distance through this pitch-black paper crane.

The middle-aged policeman was covered in white sweat from the shock of this strange scene.

Before he could make a sound, he saw Tsuchiyado Motoharu raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

There was a soft "bang" in the air, and the whole black paper crane was burned up, turning into fly ash from the inside to the outside, and burned the weird sight together.

The middle-aged policeman opened his mouth halfway, and it took him a while to recover.

"This... what is this?"

"Evil spirit."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu confirmed the resentment left behind by the attacking thing, and got ready to leave.But for some reason, he turned around and carefully restored the white cloth covering the little girl.

The middle-aged policeman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his voice was still a little erratic, "Oh, by the way, here are the information of all the victims you want, including their date of birth, time and location of the victim."

He held the stack of A4 printing paper tremblingly and handed it out.

Tu Yumen Motoharu took it over and flipped through it, "Leave this matter to me, and you don't want to interfere any more."

"Oh..." The middle-aged policeman was silent, and couldn't help but said, "If it's resolved, can you give me a message?"

Tsuchimikado Motoharu looked up at him, stared at his face for a few seconds, and nodded.

Then he seemed to think of something, "By the way, please help me find someone. The son of the mayor of Hakata City, Yusuke Harada."

The middle-aged police officer was surprised when he heard this, "Why do you want to investigate him all of a sudden?" As far as he knew, he was just a second-generation dude with no education or skills.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu smiled, "I just want to know what the mayor has done so badly, and why that evil spirit is staring at him like he is holding on to the fragrant buns."

The middle-aged police officer accepted the matter thoughtfully, Motoharu Tsuchimikado greeted him and left the police station.

He flipped through the stack of documents while walking, and just stepped out of the gate of the police station, the phone yelled like a ghost.Tsuchimikado looked down at the incoming call notification, and subconsciously wanted to press the phone off.A second before the strike, he remembered that the evil spirit he was about to track down might be able to provide some information, so he finally held his nose and pressed the call button.

"Hey……"

"Tsuchimikado Motoharu!"

Tsuchyumen's heartbroken voice rushed out of the receiver in extreme anger, and slammed his head and face on his face, "Your Highness has been attacked, what are you doing?!"

Tsuchimikado Motoharu's pupils suddenly shrank.