Regarding that manuscript, I know it is a black leather manuscript.

I checked the information about this conical temple online and found that even pictures were difficult to find. Since I had not found any value for investigation before, there was no in-depth report.

The only thing worth paying attention to is that in February this year, a delegation of 1 and 4 people visited this temple, but unfortunately the delegation has not made any valuable inspection reports so far.

Fujisawa went there earlier than this.

I thought about adjusting my condition and planned to visit the second day.

......

"Later, I saw a photo of the fainted man at Tokami. The man was Fujisawa, which is my friend."

When he said this, Jian Siming frowned.

"I judged that Enoshima and Fujisawa were in contact because of that photo. His account was even more certain with the note. My guess was that he had contacted Fujisawa, got the manuscript, and learned the knowledge. In order to find more clues, I went to Fujisawa's house when you were hospitalized."

.........

"I have a private place to go next, so I'm sorry to disturb you first. Please be sure to pay attention to safety."

After saying goodbye to Shiratsubashi and Natsume, I thought of going to Fujisawa's house to confirm the situation. Although I knew the address of Fujisawa's house, I also knew that I didn't have a key.

It took me half an hour to arrive at Fujisawa's house, which is an apartment building. I have been here many times, and his house is on the second floor.

It is working hours in the morning, and there are many people entering and leaving the apartment. According to my observation, the neighbors on the floor of Fujisawa have all gone out. There seems to be no one now. I have not attracted anyone's attention and have successfully prying the door in.

This is a single apartment with an open kitchen and living room, a studio, bedroom and bathroom.

But unlike the average single apartment, the owner here looks a bit nostalgic. There is no metal furniture in the room. Most of them are made of glass and wood, and some of them look like antiques.

I was going to go to the studio to take a look. There was a huge antique bookshelves made of some kind of mahogany in the workshop, a desktop computer on the wooden table, an antique desk lamp, and some handmade wood carvings.

I picked up the photo frame and found it was a photo of Fujisawa and I when I was in middle school, but the last time I came by myself, he didn't put it out. Did he deliberately put it away when he came by himself? Unfortunately, it is impossible to confirm now.

"Fujisawa..."

I looked at the photo and was silent for a while. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I took the photo frame and took out the photo to see if there was anything written behind the photo, but the photo was very clean.

In short, let’s put the photo away first and put it on it as a talisman.

I looked at the bookshelf again. The originally familiar rosewood bookshelf seemed to have some incongruity. Is it an illusion? I moved away those books one by one, and finally saw a strange gap under the last row of fallen books.

Wood carvings look like strange little things. They look like animals or creatures, embodying the imagination of producers, and in short, they don’t look in line with shapes.

After careful identification, I found that three of the ornaments had been seen in ancient books, namely Cthulhu, Baiaki, and a reduced version of the mythical creature called Cthulhu, Baiaki, and ghoul. In addition, there was a pigeon-sized creature that I didn't know.

At this time, I remembered that Fujisawa once mentioned that he was very considerate of his seniors in all positions in the workplace, but I just heard of such a person, and I was not very clear about the specifics, but I knew that Fujisawa was working in a newspaper office to help people interpret documents and ancient books.

After searching for the phone book at Fujisawa's home, I found the newspaper's phone number.

I made the phone call and it seemed that it was answered by the front desk.

"Hello, Xuri Daily, what can help you?"

"Hello, I am a friend of Fujisawa, and my surname is Jian. I would like to ask, can I find the senior who takes good care of Fujisawa? Sorry, I don't know his name."

"Ah, you're talking about Fujisawa Jun who hasn't been here for a long time?"

"Yes, I'm looking for him and want some clues."

"It sounds serious, please wait."

A man answered the phone shortly afterwards, which seemed to be for an older man.

"Hello, I am Fujisawa's former partner, Mizushima."

"Hello Mr. Mizushima, I am Fujisawa's friend, Jane Simei."

"Jane Siming? Since he is his friend, why didn't that kid Fujisawa come? He didn't bring the materials he asked for before, which is really troublesome." Mr. Mizushima's voice sounded very anxious.

"Fujisawa disappeared and never came back after a business trip. It has been several months since then. I was looking for clues about him. Now at his home, I actually called Senior Mizushima to ask, do you have any impression of a piece of red sandalwood building block? It's Fujisawa's thing."

"..." The other party was silent for a while and sighed, "You said your name is Jane, right? Fujisawa left a pocket before leaving, saying that if he didn't come back, he would give an important person a date with him. The time he made an appointment with him was coming soon. What is your full name?"

"Jian Siming, or... Du." I thought about it and still said my real name together.

"Or? What's your name? Is it a pseudonym?"

"Well, just treat it as a pseudonym, please don't mind."

"Forget it, come to the newspaper office and I'll wait for you here." After the other party said that, he hung up the phone.

I rushed to the newspaper when it was almost 4 o'clock. It seemed to be a tabloid and the things I published were not mainstream. I was taken to the office by the front desk staff. A man in his 40s and somewhat rough was waiting for me.

He snuffed out the cigarette after seeing me coming, and I noticed that he was holding a paper bag in his hand.

"Jian Siming, or Du Jun?"

"Just call it Jian Siming, I'm used to it here."

"Oh, remember that guy's parents died. To be honest, it was someone you are such an unreliable person, but I'm not very happy, but at least it's better than no one coming."

He said, handing me the bag, which read [Ferry].

“…”

Only he would call me by this name.

"Fujisawa said before that if it disappears suddenly, even if he resigns automatically, I will indeed hand over the entrusted things."

"Thank you, he is my only relative, both of them..."

The man looked at me, frowned and nodded: "Don't you look at the things inside?"

I opened it and looked inside, but didn't take it out. There was a wooden thing inside, like a building block piece. In addition, there was his address and a key. The building block piece was a little red and a little different from ordinary wood. It was the material I just saw.
Chapter completed!