Anyone who saw this face in the middle of the night would probably be shocked.

But at the same time, the pale-faced owner was shocked when she saw Kitagawa Temple. Her body shook instinctively and the things she was carrying fell to the ground.

This is a normal woman

The woman's name is Shisaka Malaya, who is a resident living in the nearby Otaka Mountains. This time she came here to pay tribute to her family at the abandoned factory of Miki dolls.

Only local residents know this path to the abandoned factory of Sanmu dolls, so she can bypass those who gathered here because of the live broadcast.

"My father used to be one of the missing workers in the abandoned factory of Miki dolls," Shisaka Malay explained to Kitagawaji beside him while litting Nagasuka.

"After my father disappeared, my mother pulled me and my brother together with great difficulty. It was a hard time."

A trace of memories appeared in her eyes, and the sound was a bit ethereal under the night wind.

"A mother who is not well educated has to go to the fields to farm every day."

Shisaka Malay suddenly coughed violently twice, and wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, a strong sense of helplessness in her tone.

"Everything in life has already been on track, and time has healed the scars brought by the doll factory."

"But my brother Ming left me a letter, and he came to the Sanmu doll factory again. In the letter, he told me that he felt that his father's disappearance was definitely strange, and it must be related to the Sanmu doll factory."

A hint of gloom appeared in Shisaka Malay's eyes:

"Ming disappeared after that in Sanmu doll factory. He suffered such a blow in his early years because of overwork and in his later years, his mother died of illness."

“This is an unpleasant story.”

Kitagawa Temple, who had been silent, opened his mouth to connect.

Every word that Shisaka Malay said was bloody and helpless.

"I am now moving to my hometown again, hoping to wait for this ruin."

Shisaka Malaya has a solemn expression and wants to laugh, but she can't laugh:

"Under this ruin, two of my relatives are buried."

Her attitude in speaking was very light and her sentences sounded very light, but the heavy weight made Kitakawaji unable to help but raise his head.

Kitakawaji felt that when facing such a woman, she should confess everything to her.

She has the qualifications to know where her family is going.

But Malayan Shisaka seemed to have noticed Kitagawaji's thoughts, and she shook her head:

“Everything in the past is no longer important.”

There is an indescribable despair in ordinary words.

Yes, it doesn't matter anymore.

Now, I no longer care about the truth or not.

The years are like a long river. Solid and settle a heart, which is also a kind of silent despair.

So what if you know the truth?

Everything in the past has gone with the wind, and the empty doll abandoned factories are still coming and going, and there are still many tourists coming and going today.

The blood-colored and cruel truth came to an end with the complete disappearance of the doll workshop.

Kitagawaji looked at Shisaka Malay carefully, overlapping the oranges in the convenience bag little by little, and then she took out one piece of pale paper flowers from the bag on the side.

"Ming said that he likes to see my clever and clever side the most, so I have never bought real flowers."

Shisaka Malay did not cry or make a fuss. She looked at the doll factory with limp limbs and said in an unusually plain tone.

Her eyes were hollow, and she looked at them quietly.

"Ming Dad and Mother"

I want to see you very much

I really want to see you again.

Tears emerged from the edge of the eye sockets without realizing it, forming a pearl-like string of threads.

Kitakawaji does not speak.

He doesn't need to speak from beginning to end.

In his sight, two crystal soul fires had already stopped in front of Shisaka Malaya.

They exuded mysterious and magnificent colors, and the flashing bits of soul dregs seemed to be souvenirs, and seemed to comfort Malayan Shisaka.

Among those two soul fires, Kitakawa Temple seemed to see a young man in a refreshing manner and a young man in a worker's hat.

They looked pale, looked at Shisaka Malay, with black tears hanging around their eyes.

But all this cannot be seen.

Shisaka Malaya is the living, they are the dead, and people without Kitagawaji's ability cannot see it.

Shisaka Malay covered her mouth and cried silently.

It's really lonely to stay alone in this world

I'm in such a pain

Sister Ming misses you very much.

With tears in her eyes, Malaya Shisaka seemed to have seen the scene of that year again.

She and her younger brother were having fun in the ridge of the field. When she got home, she pinched her ears and was scolded by her mother, while her father was on the other side, holding a glass of sake and smiling and smoothing the situation.

After Shisaka Malaya has arranged all the things for the sacrifice.

She closed her hands with devoutly, her body trembled slightly, and she muttered some words on her pale lips, and from time to time, there were several violent coughs mixed.

There was blood in her handkerchief.

But even so, she still knelt on the ground like a pilgrimage and read all the words.

Listening to the past in Beichuan Temple is nothing more than a sporadic speech to pray for your loved ones to live better in heaven.

But is there really a paradise in this world?

"Maybe there is."

Kitakawaji raised his head slightly.

On the other side of the sky, two soul fires were cutting through the sky and heading towards an unknown direction

Kitagawaji sent the Maaya Shisaka whom he met by chance back home, and then called Yamaguchi Eisuke and others, asking them not to worry before returning to the B&B hotel.

During the conversation along the way, Kitagawaji also learned that Shisaka Malay suffers from severe liver cancer.

This disease cannot be solved by the treatment of dead energy.

But Shisaka Malaya has an indescribable open-minded attitude.

Fate brought too much injustice to this woman, but she still chose to carry the burden.

The death period is approaching, it seems that it can no longer bring any fluctuations to her Gu Jingbubo's mood.

According to her, she actually had a husband, but when she was diagnosed with liver cancer, she took the initiative to divorce her.

Not much to ask for any property.

She only wanted to spend the rest of her life in the Weigao Mountains, quietly waiting for her hometown alone and quietly waiting for the ruins of the Sanmu doll factory.

"No matter what, everything is over. If you have the chance in the future, you can visit her again."

Kitagawa Temple put the pitiful one on the other side, leaned on the pillow, squinted his eyes comfortably, and planned to rest.

But not long after, the ringtone of the cell phone rang.

Kitakawaji frowned and turned over and grabbed his cell phone into his hand.

Who else can call me so late?

"Hello?"

"Hey! Is it a classmate in Kitanchuan? Ah?!"

This was Mamiyoshi's voice, but strangely, she seemed to be frightened by something and made a scream of fear.

"Is it me? What's the matter?" Kitagawaji forced himself to get up.

"That is to say, Kitakawa classmate, you should be able to see that one too, right?"

that?

Which one is that?

Kitakawaji didn't quite understand: "What do you want to say? Mamiya classmate."

"That is to say, Kitakawa classmate should be able to see the spirit body, right?" Ma Gongtong's voice slowed down, and she seemed very scared.

"Or? Mamiya classmate? Can you see the spirit body?" Kitagawaji's tone was a little surprised.

"I don't know why I could see some from time to time after you separated from Kitakawa that day. I thought it was an illusion." Magongtong cried and sounded pitiful.
To be continued...