Qin Wenyu left the hotel and wandered in the village of Great Tibet.

During this period of time, it is generally snowing in Japan, but the snow in Dazang Township is particularly heavy.

He was going to find the newly appointed village chief Jiro Ninomiya in Dazang Township ten years ago, but before that, he wanted to get a better understanding of this bustling village.

There are many cars from the city parked in the village. Compared with the city, the air and scenery here are much better, and in terms of prosperity, it is not worse than some remote urban areas.

It's just that he couldn't see happiness on the faces of the villagers, instead they were full of worries and fears.

He can probably guess what the people in this village are afraid of. The snow festival in Dazang Township has a strict time limit.

Every year is that day - January twenty-seventh.

A new Chosen One was born, and then... the Chosen One who was chosen three years ago died on the same day.

A very obvious "coincidence", but almost everyone chose to ignore it.

Everyone's eyes are on the "this year" and "right now" Holy Chosen. Who cares what happened to the lucky one three years ago?

Even though it is like this every year, even though being selected as the Holy Chosen means... only three years of life left.

Masahiro Fuji, who was selected three years ago, also killed a person on the day he was "baptized". He was the lucky one who was selected as the Holy Chosen six years ago.

Also today, three years ago, he was also killed, and the person who killed him was the curator.

Qin Wenyu is quite sure that the curator killed him, but...whether the curator himself knows is another matter.

Qin Wenyu didn't fully believe the two curators mentioned by Mrs. Matsumoto. Maybe she meant that people who entered the cave and then came out would have two personalities?

It's normal for one of the personalities to kill someone and the other doesn't realize it.

Qin Wenyu stopped suddenly, and the piercing siren sounded on the road outside the village.

It was the police from Dazang Township who set off, and Qin Wenyu could guess what they were going to do.

The police in this village are going to bring back curator Beiyuan Cangshu who was taken to Shimane County. Why did they bring him back?

Because he disrupted the order of the ceremony, he entered the cave on January 25, that is, yesterday.

Although Qin Wenyu didn't know what would happen if the order of the ceremony was disrupted, judging from the looks of the aborigines in Dazang Township, it would definitely not be a good thing.

As for...why the curator entered the cave yesterday, you have to ask the unknown villager who sent him back to the hotel after he got drunk.

Although Qin Wenyu already knew who sent the curator.

He looked up, and the snow fell on his shoulders.

The building in front of me belongs to the Town club.The so-called Town club is roughly equivalent to the village committee in China.

It can also be said to be the office of the village chief.

Before Qin Wenyu took the initiative to visit, a middle-aged man in a thick leather jacket with a beard opened the door and walked out.

"Mr. Ninomiya Jiro?"

Qin Wenyu looked at him calmly, as if it was not the first time they met.

"I know you, Qin Wenyu, Mr. Hanyu's son."

Ninomiya Jiro opened his mouth, and made a terrible voice like rubbing against gravel.

It seems that the hot spring hotel has the eyeliner of the village chief.

But... that's normal.

"Have you met my father?"

Jiro Ninomiya looked at him silently, and said after a while, "Come in and talk."

He let the door open, Qin Wenyu nodded and followed him into the Town club.

The dull tatami mats are spread on the floor, with an old ceiling fan hanging from the top, and a dark red tea table is placed in the center, with an aluminum water bottle placed on it. The fine wind comes in through the carved windows, blowing people's spirits.

It is very old, very old, and the decoration of Matsumoto's house is in the same style.

"Your father has been to Dazang Township."

Jiro Ninomiya poured out a cup of green tea for Qin Wenyu from the aluminum water bottle, pushed him in front of him, and said.

"when?"

Qin Wenyu is not too surprised by the news that Qin also came to Dazang Township.

"Ten years ago, when I first met him."

Jiro Ninomiya spoke hoarsely. He raised his head and looked at Qin Wenyu: "You look very similar to him, but your personality is completely different."

"That's good." Qin Wenyu returned calmly, "What is he doing in Dazang Township?"

Ninomiya Jiro withdrew his gaze and looked at the old tea table, as if lost in memory.

"He's looking for something, he likes to go to places related to ghosts and curses."

Qin Wenyu's heart trembled, and he asked, "Can you tell me about what happened back then?"

Jiro Ninomiya looked up at him again, from the young man in front of him, he could vaguely see the shadow of that person.

But...their personalities are completely different.

In that person's eyes, hope and enthusiasm are always shining, but in this young man's eyes... there is a silence and silence like a curse.

"I can tell you a story if you want to hear it."

"A... story about survival."

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It was dusk, and the Police Department in Shimane Prefecture was still overcrowded.

There were not many cases, but the police were crowded.

But...they are policemen from Dazang Township.

"Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu disappeared in Dazang Township. Please Shimane Police Station hand over Mr. Beiyuan to us for investigation."

The Nagasaki police officer came out of the inner room with a livid face, and shouted:

"Now we are not investigating the disappearance case, but killing! Killing!"

"We will finish the disappearance case within today and tomorrow, and we will send Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu to the Shimane Police Station the day after tomorrow." An elderly police officer stepped forward and said to the Nagasaki police officer.

"Takahashi, don't go too far! After all, the Dazang Township Police Station is just a subordinate unit of the Shimane County Police Station, and it's not your turn to teach us how to do things!"

Police officer Nagasaki slapped the table with his palm, causing the pen holder to jump up high, and the pens filled in it fell to the ground.

The oldest officer Takahashi in the house glanced at Officer Nagasaki, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After saying a few words, he handed the phone to Nagasaki.

"The Metropolitan Police Department's phone number."

Nagasaki's complexion changed, and after answering the phone, he heard the voice over there.

It was the first time that the police officers of the Shimane Prefectural Police Department had seen this violent Nagasaki.

After nodding his head, he hung up the phone and said with a livid face, "Bring out Beiyuan Cangshu and give it to them!"

Police officer Takahashi didn't change his face, and ordered the police next to him to take over Beiyuan Cangshu, and the group left.

After the people from the Dazang Township police left, no one whispered.

"The Metropolitan Police Department? Can Dazang Township contact the people from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Which officer was lecturing just now... Nagasaki didn't dare to say a word..."

"I heard something, it seems to be...Sakurada police inspector?"

"Shut up!" Nagasaki glared angrily, and shouted, "Aren't you busy? Do things!"