January 27th, morning.

The winter festival activities in Dazang Township were carried out as scheduled. When Qin Wenyu stood on the balcony and looked down, dozens of shrines and floats had appeared in the village. The sedan chair team composed of hundreds of people slowly passed through the street. Walking up the mountain, the scene is quite spectacular.

The ceremony has already begun, but the real ceremony will not take place until twelve noon.

All the villagers of Dazang Township got up early, and everyone grabbed a rooster and brought a sharp knife to ensure that when killing it, it would kill it with one knife and not make up the knife.

Then drip the chicken blood into the wine glass and sprinkle it on the paper used for sacrifice.

This kind of activity was carried out throughout the morning. The cooked sacrifices were placed on the floats, and another meal was prepared for tourists.

Qin Wenyu listened to the sacrificial speech of the old man in Dazang Township for a while, and lost interest.

In fact, what happened in this village has little to do with him.

After all the floats had passed, Qin Wenyu finally confirmed one thing, that is, the curator Beiyuan Cangshu had not been taken to the back mountain.

Last night, the curator was brought back from the Shimane Police Station by people from Dazang Township, but he was nowhere to be seen today.

In terms of interest, Qin Wenyu is only interested in Beiyuan Cangshu.

Originally, he was also interested in the story told by Jiro Ninomiya, but the village chief was only talking about his youth from the beginning to the end, and did not mention Qin Ye.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

"Mr. Qin, are you awake?"

Yi Chui Youxian's voice sounded outside the door.

Qin Wenyu went to the door and opened it for her.

Yibuki obviously dressed up a lot today, her appearance is not bad, after a little makeup, she looks even more pretty.

"Mr. Qin...the ceremony has begun, do you want to go and see it?"

She plucked up the courage to look directly into Qin Wenyu's eyes, her eyes full of anticipation.

Qin Wenyu shook his head: "No, you go, I still have something to do."

"Is that so..." The light in Yibu Youxian's eyes dimmed visibly, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Qin..."

She turned around and trotted away. When she turned the corner and went downstairs, she bumped into the handrail of the stairs and made a loud noise, but Qin Wenyu didn't hear her cry of pain.

"Wait, Miss Ibuki!"

Qin Wenyu looked at her back and suddenly shouted.

Yibui Youxian stopped and turned to look at him.

"I... will come to the back mountain to find you later, can you wait for me?"

Yi Chui Youxian stared at Qin Wenyu, his eyes were like thawed spring water, nodded, and replied softly: "Mmm..."

After making the agreement, Qin Wenyu's heart seemed to relax a little.

He kind of hated this feeling, but if he didn't do it, it would create another annoying feeling.

what is this?

Qin Wenyu was inexplicably agitated.

He simply put these things aside, left the hotel, and went to the town club again.

The Town Club is in the south, and the Houshan Festival is in the north. Along the way, except for the fluttering snowflakes, Qin Wenyu didn't meet anyone.

There was silence in the village, but when he arrived at the town meeting, he saw a figure.

Jiro Ninomiya didn't close the door, as if he knew that Qin Wenyu would come again, he was still sitting in that old Town club room, pouring himself a drink.

"As the village head, is it appropriate not to show up on this occasion?"

Qin Wenyu entered without invitation.

Jiro Ninomiya picked up the cup, and Qin Wenyu smelled the smell of alcohol. Instead of drinking tea today, he is drinking alcohol.

"I'll go, not yet."

Ninomiya Jiro's voice was as hoarse as yesterday.

"Are you here to see Beiyuan Cangshu?" Ninomiya Jiro poured Qin Wenyu a glass of wine.

Qin Wenyu looked down at the glass of wine, which was as clear as clear water, and said, "Well, I'm curious about the reason why the Dazang Township police took him back from Shimane County."

Jiro Ninomiya sneered: "There is an old saying, that is to suppress people with power, just find a backer who is more powerful than Shimane County."

The doubts on Qin Wenyu's face remained undiminished: "With the capital of Dazang Township, can we find such a backer?"

Jiro Ninomiya fell silent, and after a long time, he said, "Your father once said that a curse is both misfortune and luck."

He stared at Qin Wenyu with eyes as cold as a frozen spring: "The curse is a power beyond reality. It is misfortune and our capital."

"Well, at least Dazang Township is very prosperous now."

Qin Wenyu was noncommittal to this remark.

"Ten years ago, the first step for me to become the village chief was to build momentum." Ninomiya Jiro drank another glass of wine, his eyes became a little blurred, "Turning a ghost... into a god."

"What your father taught me... the curse of Dazang Township cannot be eradicated, but can only coexist with it. What I need to consider is how to pay the smallest price in exchange for the greatest benefit and coexist with it."

Qin Wenyu picked up the wine glass and smelled it, then put it down again: "So, this is your method, the curse becomes a miracle, and the number of tourists far exceeds that of the villagers to reduce the probability of being selected by the villagers of Dazang Village."

"Yes, this method is very successful, but there must be no mistakes..." Jiro Ninomiya spoke with a bit of a tongue.

"January 27th, it can only be this day, choose a person, and be sent to the cave. Early or late, it will disrupt the progress of the ceremony..."

"I missed it four years ago!" His voice suddenly became louder.

"Is it Matsumoto Xiangquan?" Qin Wenyu asked.

Jiro Ninomiya glanced at him in surprise, nodded and said, "You are very smart, that was the only mistake you made in ten years. Four years ago, just the day before the festival, a tourist sneaked into the cave."

"Just like this year's curator Beiyuan Cangshu, he entered the cave by accident before January 27."

"Mistakes...must be corrected." He stared at Qin Wenyu and said sentence by sentence, "Correcting mistakes requires paying a price."

"I think the price is that the person who will be selected next time must be a villager from the Great Tibetan Village, right?"

Qin Wenyu stared at Ninomiya Jiro.

"That's right... So, Aizumi Matsumoto was chosen."

Qin Wenyu looked at Jiro Ninomiya, it turned out that the village chief knew everything.

Director Beiyuan Cangshu was entertained by Jiro Ninomiya the night before, and was sent back to the hotel by the villagers drunkenly.

However... the person who sent him back was the wife of Matsumoto Aizumi... Mrs. Matsumoto.

That is the person who reported the case.

She also did not send the curator to the hotel safely, but sent him to another place - Houshan Cave.

The motive is also very simple. Her husband was selected four years ago and was killed by a ghost last year. She is a native of Dazang who knows the truth, and her resentment is heavier and stronger than those who do not know.

She wanted to ruin the ceremony, wanted the damn ceremony to end, and let the entire Dazang Township bury her husband with her.

In her eyes, everyone is a murderer, and she will not have any psychological burden...

and many more!

Qin Wenyu's eyes changed, staring at Jiro Ninomiya.

Every year, the selected person will live with the ghost and kill the person who was selected by the ghost three years ago without realizing it, but... what about the tourist who entered the cave one day earlier than four years ago?

As if reading Qin Wenyu's gaze, Jiro Ninomiya drank the wine in the glass again.

"As I said, there is a price to be paid to correct mistakes."

"Have you killed Director Beiyuan Cangshu?" Qin Wenyu stood up and looked down at him.

"Only by killing him will the program return to the right track, and one person can be selected again today." Jiro Ninomiya looked at him without hesitation, and suddenly smiled, "However, I left you some time, he is still next door. Live well in the room, if you have any questions, just ask."

Now, it was Qin Wenyu's turn to be completely stunned.

Why does this village chief seem to know everything about himself?

Looking at Qin Wenyu's appearance, Jiro Ninomiya laughed hoarsely: "Your life and your father's life are like two lines that are constantly intersecting and separating, today they overlap at the point of Dazang Township, and one day in the future, maybe they will meet again. It will overlap in another place, and when you meet him for real, you may regret it...why go after his footsteps."