Capítulo 93: 18. I should be in the city, not here!
In a deep mountain full of wisteria flowers, it should have been a deserted place, but there are many exquisite houses, and countless people in uniform are busy here.
This place called Butterfly House is a medical place belonging to the ghost killing team. Fuji Ryusuke, who had changed into clean clothes and had his wounds re-bandaged, was lying on his own hospital bed, receiving a girl's treatment. ask.
The words were as warm as the spring sun, the complexion was extremely gentle, the emerald-green butterfly hairpin with pink fringe on her head, and the girl was wearing the uniform of the Ghost Killing Team. The Ghost Slayer's status is extraordinary.
Fuji Ryusuke told the people in front of him everything that happened during this mission, and he didn't hide anything about his carelessness and almost being counter-killed, and about that Doctor Matou. .
In the process of narrating, Fuji Ryusuke's face showed a look of guilt. After all, the task was done like this, which was basically equivalent to failure. If it wasn't for that Doctor Matou's shot, what happened that night wouldn't just kill him. It's a matter of one person, and in turn, the nameless ghost will kill a lot in the town, supplementing the consumption of being chased and killed by himself for many days.
"So Mr. Fuji should be more careful in the future. Please don't feel so guilty. In the battle with ghosts, none of us can predict what will happen next, so... please don't blame yourself."
The girl with the butterfly hairpin comforted him gently, with a very gentle tone, as if it could gradually heal the pain in people's hearts.
She wrote Matou's surname on the notebook in her hand, and then drew a big question mark at the back, then got up and left the ward. Next, she had to report to the master of the ghost killing team.
...
Matou Shinji sat at the table, the dim light from the ceiling reflected on the table, and covered the paper and pen on it with a layer of pale yellow.
rustle...
The quiet sound of writing echoed in the room. It had been four days since what happened at the police station, but the town was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
The police station's Muzhi police department made no mention of the matter, letting Matou Shinji know that someone had pressured the police chief of this small town to keep his mouth shut.
And I couldn't see the follow-up development of the matter, as if what happened that night was just an illusion, it just disappeared into the daily whirlpool, not even a bubble appeared.
There is a glass bottle on the table, which is filled with translucent liquid, and there is a slowly wriggling piece of meat floating in it. A few days ago, it was just a mixture of flesh and blood, or he collected it from a ghost!
From this piece of flesh and blood that can multiply itself, Matou Shinji began to glimpse the rules of the world's operation, and the research on architectural magic was greatly accelerated, which made him understand the different manifestations of extraordinary power.
If it is said that the magic of Matou Shinji's world, after strict rules and restrictions, a lady with a delicate face wields a thin sword in her hand, showing everyone the exquisite swordsmanship to accurately hit the enemy's key points.
Then this world is completely different, there is no so-called restraint, and there are no messy restrictions. Compared with the former, the magic that Matou Shinji has developed in this world is more like a heavy-armored warrior wielding a heavy hammer. You need to worry so much, just drop it directly.
Now he has slightly recovered some spellcasting abilities, and has recorded all his research in this world in books, and recorded all the sparks of his thinking in words.
After all, the brain will confuse and forget, but the recorded words will never be forgotten.
Then he put down the pen in his hand, moved his stiff neck, and looked at the night outside. Since he couldn't see the follow-up, there was no point in staying here by himself. Going to a more prosperous big city, you should come there. It will be calmer.
the next day.
Matou Shinji withdrew from the hotel house, and after saying goodbye to Mrs. Suzuki's daughter, he walked out of the town with their reluctant eyes. He was the only one who often gave candy to customers like him, two girls. Naturally, he was very sorry for him.
But no matter how reluctant they were, the figure of Matou Shinji finally disappeared from their sight, and the days when there were candies every day also left them, although their mother Mrs. Suzuki would not treat her daughter badly, but It is impossible for a family to run a part-time restaurant in a township to have the money to buy candy for their daughter often.
Then...
In the evening when he left the town, in a deep mountain and wild forest, Matou Shinji leaned on a tree trunk and watched the sunset gradually disappearing into the horizon with melancholy eyes. There was only one question in his mind.
Why am I in this bird place?
This is not reasonable at all!
His original destination was a place called Zhishui City, the core of the surrounding villages and towns, and the most prosperous place in this area.
After asking Mrs. Suzuki, he learned that it is not far from here to Zhishui City, which is a little more than a day for ordinary people. Matou Shinji is very confident in his speed and believes that with his own physical fitness, he can travel within half a day. arrive.
So he declined the manned carriage proposed by Mrs. Suzuki. After all, he had to go every two days. He didn't want to stay here and wait for the bus. He had already arrived by himself when he had time to wait for the bus.
His prediction was not wrong. If it went well, he should indeed reach the bustling Zhishui City, provided that he did not get lost in this place.
Now it is not like the era of Matou Shinji, where there are smooth and tidy roads, and there are road signs and signs everywhere. Matou Shinji just asked Mrs. Suzuki, and hand-painted a map to Zhishui City. After all, the township is not for sale. The place on the map.
And then... he walked, walked a few forks, and came here... he couldn't even find his own way!
Looking at the dense woods around, Matou Shinji touched the map he had drawn by himself. With the only trace of the afterglow, he glanced at the map for the last time, and then ripped it to pieces.
What's the use of it!
The last trace of the afterglow disappeared, and the sky became completely dark. Matou Shinji looked up at the sky, and found that the sky was pitch black. He didn't know where the dark clouds covered all the stars, making him unable to tell the direction at all!
Snapped!
Matou Shinji covered his face helplessly...
There is a limit to what a person can do, and I have learned one thing in my short life, the more one wants to do something, the more likely it is to fail, unless... go beyond yourself!
So... just pick a direction and go, fate will guide me!
At this moment, Matou Shinji had no sorrow or joy in his heart, just like a master monk, he chose a random direction to walk.
After walking for a long time, in the dark night, I saw a vague fire, which made Matou Shinji break away from the empty mental state in an instant, with a smile on his face, there must be someone with a bonfire!
Follow the people at the campfire and find your way! There is no need to wander around in this ghost place, Matou Shinji stepped on his thighs and ran, the wooden box on his back patted his back, but Matou Shinji didn't even have the mind to adjust, and ran happily towards the bonfire in the distance. .
Anyone who falls into a predicament and sees hope will inevitably be filled with joy and joy like Matou Shinji.
But as he got closer, Matou Shinji found that the distance between himself and the bonfire seemed... not too far, and was the bonfire a little too big?
wrong!
When he got closer, Matou Shinji immediately discovered what kind of bonfire this was, it was clearly a burning mountain temple.
Looking from the open door, there is the gate of the temple not far from it, there is a huge hole on it, as if being attacked by a battering ram, the ground is full of sawdust, and a few guys dressed as monks fell to the ground.
Matou Shinji looked at the sky and wondered if it was his own problem or the world's problem. What era was it that there were still such robbers who robbed houses, and the one who robbed was a mountain temple.
Now is the twentieth century!
If it was two or three hundred years ago, there was no problem in looting temples, but now looting temples? It's still a question of whether to rob a small temple in the mountains, and whether it can be recovered. What kind of mentally ill person can do such a thing?
Matou Shinji walked towards the inside of the temple. He had already heard some voices. He walked around a burning house. After seeing the scene inside, Matou Shinji had a strange and helpless look on his face. The stench of blood came from his body, and he ran into this guy again.
Strange, is this world ghosts everywhere? How can you hit a nest when you get lost.
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