This is a desolate and dilapidated building.

The weedy path is dirty and messy, and the color strips are hanging on the forks of the branches of dead trees. From a distance, they look like ghost claws waving at people.

The wall covered with fine cracks was covered with malicious and horrifying graffiti.

Behind the wall is a crooked building.

The empty windows were no longer glass, and only the wooden frames left behind were half drooping out, feeling like they were about to fall but not fall.

The dirty black marks that stay on the overall wall like a shadow.

This building lies in front of Kitakawa Temple. Under the gradually dimming sky, it looks a bit hideous and cold overall.

One of the door posts on both sides had fallen, leaving obvious signs of impact on the fallen door post.

"Inagaki's long house... has arrived at the place." Kitagawaji finished his phone navigation and breathed a little.

He always does what he says.

Since I promised Tsukishima Risa to come and see the situation, of course I have to come and see the situation in advance.

As for waiting until tomorrow?

Unfortunately, Kitagawa Temple has always regarded today as a virtue, and in addition, they are all here, so there is no problem to come here to investigate the situation in advance.

If nothing really exists here, then he won’t need to come here with a group of energetic college students tomorrow.

Just...

Kitagawa Temple lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl who was standing by the path with a pile of worn-out cards in her hands.

The little girl looks only ** years old, wearing a tattered red and white cotton jacket, with a braid, and a drooping nose at the edge of her nose, looking like she looks around.

What is a little girl doing in such a place?

Kitagawa Temple whispered and walked towards the other party.

The more he walked forward, the more he felt the temperature was lower.

There seems to be such a conventional saying.

When you arrive at this supernatural place, you will feel that the temperature around you suddenly drops, as if the temperature is pulled off from your body by something.

It is already five or six o'clock in the afternoon, and it is also a strange thing for a little girl to stay in such a seemingly unsafe place.

While walking around in Beichuan Temple, the little girl obviously discovered Beichuan Temple.

It seemed that Kitagawa Temple was expressionless and his eyes were still scattered.

The little girl's red face turned pale, and her little body, wearing a small cotton jacket, turned around a little inflexible, as if she wanted to escape.

Then--

Click!

The little girl fell down hard, and the cards in her hand were scattered all over the floor.

She stood up in a hurry and was about to reach out to pick up the cards on the ground and run away.

But...

"For you." Kitagawaji handed the few cards he had already picked up to the little girl, then reached out and picked up the other cards, and handed them all to this pitiful little girl.

Looking at Kitakawaji's unmistakable appearance, the girl hurriedly lowered her head and took over the cards from Kitakawaji's hand. At the same time, she thanked in a low voice: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Kitagawaji replied simply, pulling the little girl to stand up, while he glanced at the cards in the other party's hand.

That is not a playing card in the traditional sense, but a traditional Japanese game song called "One Hundred People".

The card faces painted on the cards are actually traditional Japanese painting skills, called "Ukiyoe". Next to the cards of various characters, there is still a representative waka song.

However, the Ukiyo-e on the song cards has been a little discolored, and the edges of the song cards have also been seriously worn out.

"No, sorry! I'm rude!" The little girl hurriedly bowed to Kitagawa Temple as soon as she stood up.

She looked a little bloated and a little clumsy and cute when she bowed in a small cotton jacket.

"It's okay." Kitagawaji shook his head, then looked at the 'Inagaki's long house' behind her.

It's almost time to go in.

Just as Kitagawa Temple was moving, the little girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes and said with a worried look: "Big, big brother... it's better not to go in this place casually."

Faced with the little girl's kind reminder, Kitakawaji also reached out and rubbed her head: "It's okay, I'll just go in and see the situation."

After leaving this sentence, Kitagawaji walked into the courtyard of the longhouse under the little girl's gaze.

There is a flower bed horizontally in the courtyard, with a path left on the left.

There was no grass growing in the flowerbed, and the soil seemed to have been slably melted.

The path on the other side leads directly to the entrance door. The door is half open and there are still some footprints on the ground. It seems that someone has visited here before Kitakawa Temple.

Kitakawa Temple squinted and left

The cold dead air jumped under his eyes. As long as something suddenly jumped out in the dark, Kitagawa Temple would dare to hammer it into pieces.

only...

There is no resentment in the empty entrance.

Kitagawa Temple continued to walk inward.

The dilapidated wooden corridor corridor has no resentment.

The living room was scattered with dirty paper blocks, and there was no resentment.

There is no resentment in the kitchen on the first floor.

Toilet... Balcony...

Kitakawa Temple visited all the places that could be visited, but there was no trace of resentment.

Yes.

There is nothing here.

This is just an ordinary abandoned long house that can be seen everywhere, empty.

"But this is something I had expected long ago." Kitagawaji, who walked out of the long house again, murmured to himself.

Indeed, where are there so many supernatural places in this world?

So...

It should be what he thought?

Kitagawa Temple thoughtfully came to the longhouse path.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the little girl just now seemed to have gone home early and did not stay where she was as she did at the beginning.

His eyes flashed faintly, and then he made a call.

After a little negotiation with the other party, Kitagawaji called Risa Tsukishima again.

"Hey?! Kitakawa classmate? Are you okay?"

It seemed that Risa Tsukishima had been guarding the Kitagawa Temple call, but she answered it immediately after just calling him.

Because at the beginning, Risa Tsukishima and Chixia Qianxue also wanted to follow Kitagawa Temple to investigate the long house building, but after Kitagawa Temple said lightly, "Maybe you will encounter those things at that time, I may not be distracted to protect you." She and Chixia Qianxue blushed and went home obediently.

But no matter how obedient she was, she was still very worried about the situation in Kitakawaji Temple.

"It's okay." Kitagawaji answered the other party's question and continued: "I have seen the environment in the long house. There is no abnormality. You and your classmates can come here to explore tomorrow."

"That's right..." Risa Tsukishima breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

While she was relieved here, a voice from Kitagawa Temple came again:

"Of course, to be on the safe side, I'll come with you tomorrow. There are other things I care more about."

Kitagawa Temple's words made Tsukishima Risa a little moved.

In her opinion, since Kitagawa Temple has confirmed that there is no problem, there should be no problem.

But the other party said, "Be safe, come with you."

He should be treating himself as a friend, right?

As for Kitagawaji's words, "I care more about other things," they were ignored by Tsukishima Risa.

Thinking of this, Risa Tsukishima didn't care whether Kitakawaji could see or not, and nodded repeatedly, "Then I'll trouble Kitakawa classmate tomorrow."

"Well, that's it."

Kitakawaji hung up the phone decisively, then turned his head to look at the falling door post.

I hope all he thinks of is just simple imagination.

Kitakawaji shook his head, moved his feet, left the long house building behind him, and walked towards the bus stop closest to here.

......

The next afternoon.
To be continued...