"Mr. Aizumi Matsumoto... died last year!"

Ibuki Youxian's exclamation did not surprise Qin Wenyu. He continued to ask, "Where's the Chosen One who was selected by the festival three years ago?"

"Fujima... Hiroya, the gentleman who was selected three years ago is called Fujima Hiroya."

So... is he the one who was killed in this report?

Although the Nagasaki police officer said that he could not reveal the name of the victim, the question he answered at the end still told Qin Wenyu the answer.

He should have done it on purpose.

"Let's go."

Qin Wenyu said calmly.

"Mr. Qin, what are we going to do? Do you already have an idea?"

Ibuki Yuxian's expression is a bit strange, it is excited and scared, like someone who is about to bungee jump.

"Eat." Qin Wenyu glanced back at her, "We arrived at noon, it's already afternoon, are you still hungry?"

After Qin Wenyu said this, Ibuki Youxian also reacted.

The two found a hotel in the village to stay, because tomorrow is the official winter festival, and the hotel is almost full.

There is a lively atmosphere everywhere. Families in the city take their children to play in the snow, build snowmen, play snowball fights, and make ice sculptures. For a while, Ibuki felt as if he was living in two worlds.

She and Qin Wenyu share a room and live opposite each other.

This Mr. Qin gave her a very strange feeling. He was always calm, so calm that Ibuki even wanted to play a prank to frighten him to take a look.

But... it's just a thought, she wouldn't do such a rude thing.

However, it seems that Mr. Qin just came to Shimane to look for his father. After the curator tells Mr. Qin about the whereabouts of Mr. Hanyu, he will leave, right?

I don't know what Mr. Qin does... Maybe an expert in history and folklore like Mr. Hanyu?

At this time, the history and folklore expert who had a chord in Ibuki's heart was looking at the balance of his card on his mobile phone and fell into contemplation.

I'm running out of money...

If he didn't find a job quickly, he might not need to be the ghost in the sacrificial banquet. The pressure of reality alone would be enough for him to die.

Also, you have to find a relatively fixed place to live.

Maybe go to where Qin Ye used to live?

Well, it should work.

If the curator is willing to say all the news about Qin Ye.

Qin Wenyu leaned on the balcony and looked at the snow below.

He already knew all about the weirdness of this village.

But the problem is that just understanding is useless, he has no way to solve it.

The Winter Festival is held every year. Every year, a saint is elected, the villagers with sad faces, the police of Dazang Township who try their best to stop the search... Also, it seems to be forgotten, in fact, every year, there are people in Dazang Township in winter. Sacrifice to die on this day.

It's just that... the one who died was not the one who participated in the winter festival now, but the one who was chosen three years ago.

Just now Qin Wenyu carefully read the introduction about the Winter Festival on the Internet.

Each year's introduction contains introductions about the lucky chosen ones.

After receiving the baptism, every holy candidate will change from a loser in life to a winner in life. This kind of miracle that can change fate makes the reputation of Dazang Township Winter Festival more and more famous, and more and more media and tourists come. more.

Qin Wenyu browsed the grand events of the winter festival for nearly ten years on his mobile phone. Almost all the candidates for the festival in the past ten years were people outside Dazang Township, with only one exception... Aizumi Matsumoto.

Coincidentally, the person who reported the disappearance of the curator last night was also surnamed Matsumoto, no... Japanese people change their surnames after they get married, and follow their husband's surname.

Therefore, Qin Wenyu has every reason to believe that Mrs. Matsumoto is the wife of Mr. Matsumoto Aizumi who died last year and was selected as the holy candidate for the ceremony four years ago.

Matsumoto was very unlucky as he was the only Dazang Township native to be picked in nearly a decade.

But ten years ago, all the holy candidates for the festival were chosen from their own villages.

All changes have occurred in the last decade.

In the last ten years, there was another news about Dazang Township—the youngest village chief, Jiro Ninomiya took office.

All kinds of phenomena were connected into lines in Qin Wenyu's mind, drawing a gradually clear pattern.

He clasped his hands together, took a breath into his palms, rubbed his hands together, and left the room.

"Tuk-tuk"

"Miss Ibuki, I'm going out for a while, come back before dinner, please wait for me to have dinner together."

Qin Wenyu knocked on Yi Chui Youxian's door, as indifferent as he blushed when he said these words.

I really don't have any money, so it's a good meal if I can get away with it, I will definitely repay you, Miss Ibuki.

"I... I see, Mr. Qin... Please... please be careful on the road!"

Yi Chui Youxian uttered this sentence almost in a shout, and immediately buried himself in the quilt after speaking, not daring to listen to Qin Wenyu's response.

Will he think I'm a very flirtatious woman?

But... he said that first... let me wait for him to have dinner or something...

The more Ibuki Youxian thought about it, the more confused her face became, and she didn't even notice that the guy outside the door had left.

When leaving, Qin Wenyu let out a long sigh of relief, Miss Yibuki is really a nice person.

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Shimane Prefecture, Police Department.

Beiyuan Cangshu sat in the interrogation room, looking at a screen.

"Victim Hiroya Fujima, male, 31 years old, employee of an insurance company, single." Nagasaki police officer looked at Beiyuan Cangshu and said, "He has nothing to do with your life, why did you kill him?"

Beiyuan Cangshu shook his head, his eyes were dazed: "I don't know, I really... have no memory of last night."

"Then listen to the testimony of eyewitnesses."

The screen began to play, and a woman whose face had been coded and whose voice had been processed was speaking.

"I'm... Fujima's colleague... He invited me to dinner last night, we drank some wine..."

"I went with him to his apartment...he slept on the sofa in the living room and I slept in his bedroom."

"I... I may be dreaming. I dreamed that I got up to go to the toilet. In the dark, I saw the door of the apartment was opened by something. Fujima crawled out of the toilet. His head was smashed by something. There was a big hole in it, and two legs were cut off by something, when I saw him, he was crawling out of the toilet with one of his legs!"

"I was very scared...I could see the white stubble was still showing on the leg he was holding in my hand, and there was a long bloodstain on the ground from his lower body, and then...a person appeared, Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu!"

Speaking of this, it was obviously a processed voice, but Beiyuan Cangshu could still hear the other party's great fear.

"I... I saw Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu in the museum, but... I can't be sure that is him, because his face, his expression, although he looks human, but... I dare not look at him, he walksThe posture is also very strange, with the same hands and feet... chased out from the toilet, and dragged Fujima back..."

"And then... I don't know anything."

"When I woke up, I was lying in bed and it was like a dream!"

"But... when I opened the bedroom door, Fujima died!"

"It's exactly the same as what I dreamed about last night...he's dead!"