When Qin Wenyu and Ibuki Yuxian arrived at the hot spring hotel southeast of the village, two police officers were sitting opposite a middle-aged man.

"Ibuki-kun?" The middle-aged man looked at Ibuki Yuxian in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Ibuki Youxian was a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "The museum... Mr. Curator... I came to give you the documents for Senior Saori..."

As she spoke, she handed the yellow briefcase in her bag to the middle-aged man in front of her.

Qin Wenyu stared at him, with meticulous hairstyle, sitting upright, soft but majestic face, this should be Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu, the curator of the Izumo Museum.

"Who is this?" The curator also noticed Qin Wenyu. After all, Qin Wenyu's eyes were not concealed at all.

"My name is Qin Wenyu," Qin Wenyu said calmly: "My father is Qin Ye, who came to the Izumo History Museum half a year ago. His name in Japan is Hanyu."

"You are Mr. Hanyu's son?" Beiyuan Cangshu stood up in surprise, walked to Qin Wenyu's side, and looked carefully.

"Yes," Qin Wenyu looked into his eyes and said, "I went to Shimane County to find out his whereabouts. Can you tell me where he went after he left Shimane County?"

Beiyuan Cangshu nodded subconsciously, then suddenly came back to his senses, and said to Qin Wenyu: "Your father is my good friend, it is difficult to explain in a few words about him, come to me when you have time, I will take care of him. I'll tell you everything I know."

"As for now, I need to cooperate with these officers in the investigation."

Qin Wenyu frowned and looked at the Nagasaki police officer from Shimane County Police Station: "The case reported on the grounds of disappearance should now be closed."

The Nagasaki police officer looked directly at him and said, "Actually, we just received another report of a murder in downtown Shimane prefecture three hours away. Witnesses have been to the museum and have also seen After passing the curator, he was able to confirm that the murderer was Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu."

The Nagasaki police officer's eyes moved from Qin Wenyu to Beiyuan Cangshu: "So I hope Mr. Curator can explain his timeline clearly. Where have you been and what have you done from last night to just now?"

Qin Wenyu was silent for a moment, he was not interested in any murder case at all, but right now it was obvious that only by solving that murder case first could he get news of Qin Ye from Beiyuan Cangshu.

But the problem is...

Is this Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu still the former Beiyuan Cangshu curator?

Possibly, but not absolutely.

"Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu, can you explain what you have done last night until now?"

Qin Wenyu asked.

The eyes of the two police officers focused on Beiyuan Cangshu. They had been asking for a while, but the other party still didn't say anything.

I saw Beiyuan Cangshu shaking his head and still said blankly: "I don't know, really... I don't know."

"Last night, I was entertained by the village chief and drank until about eight o'clock. Later, a villager took me back to the hotel, but... I don't remember anything after returning."

Beiyuan Cangshu looked up at Qin Wenyu and the two police officers.

Whether it was a micro-expression or a subconscious little gesture, Qin Wenyu didn't feel that Curator Beiyuan Cangshu was lying.

He should really not remember what happened after he went back.

"What about the villager? The one who sent you back, do you still remember his appearance or name?" Qin Wenyu asked.

A police officer just wanted to stop Qin Wenyu's speech, but was stopped by the Nagasaki police officer.

Beiyuan Cangshu shook his head: "I have a little impression...but I can't remember it. Maybe I was too drunk, and I always felt that the place he took me to was not a hotel, but another place..."

Qin Wenyu had the bottom line in his mind, and turned to ask the police officer in Nagasaki: "Mr. police officer, did the victim know Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu?"

Officer Nagasaki was stunned for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Maybe... can you tell me his name?" Qin Wenyu continued to ask.

"No!" Nagasaki police officer rejected him.

"Okay, let's stop here." Police Officer Nagasaki said, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu needs to follow us back to the Shimane Police Station for investigation, where there is an eyewitness waiting for him."

"Please let me go with you." Qin Wenyu said.

"Mr. Qin, this is our police's business." Nagasaki police officer sternly rejected Qin Wenyu.

"Officer Nagasaki, can you answer my last question?"

The Nagasaki police officer looked at Qin Wenyu and pondered for a moment: "Just ask."

"Has the victim participated in the Dazang Township Snow Festival?"

This question made Officer Nagasaki's pupils shrink.

"Participated." He replied: "The deceased was lucky enough to be selected as the holy candidate for the festival three years ago and was baptized at the festival."

"I have no problem, Officer Nagasaki." Qin Wenyu said.

Officer Nagasaki took one look at him and took Beiyuan Cangshu away with another officer.

Qin Wenyu and Ibuki Youxian followed and walked out, watching Beiyuan Cangshu being put into a police car by them, heading towards Shimane County, three hours away by car.

"Miss Ibuki, help me check, there are several selected festival candidates every year."

Qin Wenyu paused for a moment, then said, "And... what happened to them later."

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

The two walked all the way to the village, Qin Wenyu bowed her head and meditated as she walked.

When he was about to return to the village, Ibuki finally found something.

"Mr. Qin, there is only one elector selected by the festival every year! I have read the annual report on the winter festival in Dazang Township. There is only one elector for such a festival. After they were baptized, all of them seemed to be changed. Just like a person, I got rid of all the bad habits, and all the pains on my body are healed, it's amazing!"

"What happened later?" Qin Wenyu asked.

"Eh?" Ibuki Youxian looked at Qin Wenyu suspiciously, "Then... what do you mean?"

"How do they live, and is there any follow-up report?" Qin Wenyu asked.

Ibuki flipped through the phone carefully, shook his head and said, "The follow-up report... seems to be gone. Our media and the public have always only paid attention to the heat and miracles of that moment..."

"It's not just you, the whole world is like this." Qin Wenyu looked at the snow thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Look at the name of the saint who was selected three years ago, and... …Is there a person named Matsumoto among the Chosen Ones who have been chosen in the past?”

Ibuki Yuzuru slowly opened her eyes, and she gradually realized something.

After a while, Ibuki Yuxuan exclaimed:

"Mr. Qin! There really is a Mr. Matsumoto! He was a saint four years ago, but... he is dead."

"The time of death is... eh? Also during this time?"