My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 59

When I woke up the next day, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

After waking up, he stared at the ceiling in a daze, his thoughts numb.

I woke up after taking a long nap, dressed and washed, and got ready to go to school. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find my textbooks and backpack, so I sat by the bed in a daze.

Only then did I vaguely remember that I was pushed and shoved all the way to accept the arrangement of fate when I was clearly not prepared.

There is no need to go to class on Saturday. Among the two options of going to Asakusa Shrine to see Xia Xilin and going to Kayako's haunted house, Fujiwara Xingkong chose the latter.

Arrived in Edogawa district by tram, walked through the old shopping street, got lost for a while, and finally found the residential area.After asking several nearby residents, I finally found a house with the name [Saeki] on the brick doorpost.

Martial law has been imposed here, and the cordon even encloses two nearby residential buildings.

When Fujiwara Hoshizora walked to the door, he was stopped by several members of Section [-] wearing black windbreakers.

"Sir, please leave immediately." Yaoyang Watanabe, who wore black sunglasses and had a slicked back hair that looked like Neo's, said coldly: "Otherwise, we will take necessary actions and forcibly evict him."

At the same time, several other black windbreakers who were guarding the door also surrounded them. Their hands were pressed on the silver guns around their waists, maintaining the posture of holding guns and shooting at any time.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at him in surprise, and asked doubtfully, "Are you a newcomer?"

Watanabe Yaoyang wanted none of your business, so he yelled loudly: "Please leave immediately."

"My name is Fujiwara Hoshizo."

"Please Ma Fujiwara Xingkong?"

Watanabe Yaoyang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, the words "I don't believe it" were written all over his face.

No way, Fujiwara Xingkong could only take out his personal number card and show it to him.

Then, the attitude of this member of the nine subjects changed 180°.

"Fujiwara-senpai, I'm sorry, my name is Watanabe Yoyo, and I've just been transferred to Tokyo. I've only heard rumors about you, but I haven't met you in person yet."

"Excuse me." He half-bent, and asked respectfully, "What's the matter with you here?"

Fujiwara Xingkong has long been aware of Jiuke's surveillance of him, but so far the two sides have not had much conflict, and he is too lazy to protest.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the haunted house in front of him and said calmly, "I want to go in and have a look."

Watanabe Yaoyang's little thoughts suddenly turned.

As a member of the Nine Divisions, he has no idea how much he admires this uncle who can transcend urban legends.

Look at the way people behave, they are stable in the face of the Kayako haunted house, compared to myself, just standing on the periphery is like a frightened bird, and I feel trembling when a gust of wind blows.

really embarrassing
"Mr. Watanabe." Fujiwara Hoshizo waved his hand in front of his eyes and asked, "Can I go in?"

Facing his question, Watanabe Yaoyang started a fierce struggle in his heart.

He wanted to follow in and see, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

After all, every spiritual master has his own housekeeping skills. Jiuke has been following Fujiwara Xingkong for so many years but can't find out his way of transcending, which shows that he is very careful and secretive, and he definitely doesn't want others to know.

Would it be impolite if you spoke rashly?
After thinking for a long time, curiosity finally defeated shame.

Watanabe Yaoyang asked cautiously: "Senior Fujiwara, can I go in with you?"

Fujiwara Xingkong was taken aback, and asked back: "Aren't you afraid?"

"With Mr. Fujiwara here, it should be fine."

"Well, I only have one request. When you enter the house, you must obey me in everything."

Yoyo Watanabe nodded emphatically.

"Let's go."

Fujiwara Xingkong walked into the door first.

The general scene in the courtyard was no different from that night.

It's just that when you come in in broad daylight, you can clearly see the daily necessities scattered all over the floor.

Chairs and tables, broken vases and bowls, freezers with broken lids, broken potted plants and planters, books, notebooks and photo albums, plastic buckets, vegetables, eggs and fruits...but everything is different It feels like it has been there for a long time, and it looks like it was lost in the past few days.

How did you throw it away so it was such a mess?

Yoyo Watanabe was beyond surprised.

"But this is too messy."

He looked around the courtyard blankly and found a small mound in the corner. Looking closer, it seemed that it had been piled recently...just a few days ago.On the small mound made of black soil, there is a wooden board with the words "Xiao Ma's Tomb" written on it.

Watanabe Yaoyang couldn't help asking: "Mr. Fujiwara, you have been in before, did you find anything?"

"Yes." Fujiwara Hoshikora didn't say much and walked directly into the house.

Yoyo Watanabe followed behind him, walking carefully to avoid kicking the scattered daily necessities, and walked further into the courtyard.Broken rice bowls, mugs, ovens and microwaves, desk clocks, electric fans and stereos...

Really, I can't imagine why they are scattered in the courtyard in such a mess.

right now
In the corner of his line of sight, he felt the existence of a "foreign object".

Slowly raising his face, Watanabe Yaoyang saw two hands stretched out from the aluminum iron window in front of his eyes.

"Wow!"

He shouted involuntarily.

I blinked hard and looked over again, but there was nothing.

But he was sure that he had just seen two arms, very thin arms, the arms of a child.

"Senior Fujiwara." Yaoyang Watanabe hurriedly followed, "I saw someone in the room just now."

Fujiwara Xingkong corrected: "That's not a human being."

Yoyo Watanabe: "..."

The two walked through the messy courtyard and walked into the gate.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the door, Yaoyang Watanabe felt the biting cold air, and it was so cold at noon that his spine was shivering.

There seemed to be something in the house, something unspeakable, unusual, and absolutely ominous.

"Senior Fujiwara, will I die?" He asked with chattering teeth, looking around vigilantly.

Fujiwara Xingkong said unhappily: "If you are afraid, you can go out now."

"No, I will definitely not be afraid. As a member of the Nine Sections, the primary responsibility is to protect the citizens of the country under any circumstances."

The slogan was chanted quite loudly, if it wasn't for the trembling of his feet, he could not stand still, Fujiwara Xingkong would really believe it.

Although the inside of the gate is not as exaggerated as the messy courtyard, things are scattered everywhere, and a smell of no one lives in the nostrils. Moreover, the inside is wider than it looks from the outside. There is a straight corridor in front of the entrance. There are several doors on the side, and next to Fengguan, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

On the large wooden floor in front of the stairs, there was a large group of black and red stains, exuding a strong stench.

Fujiwara Hoshizo walked up to the second floor.

Watanabe Yaoyang squatted down in front of the stain, pinched something that looked like coagulated blood with his fingers, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and a smell even worse than poop rushed into his nasal cavity instantly.

"Canned herring?" Watanabe Yaoyang retched while awkwardly climbing up the stairs to the second floor.

Fujiwara Xingkong came to the second floor, and there was a two-foot-long dagger lying quietly on the floor at the stairway.

"That sword belongs to Asakusa Shrine." Yoyo Watanabe said behind him.

That should be Fujiwara Xingkong who Xia Xilin left behind, nodded, picked it up and hung it on his waist.

At this time, the voice of a child was heard... Then, a very faint voice of a woman was heard.

Listen carefully, you can hear the voice of the child talking.However, the voice of the woman who answered was too deep, as if she was speaking in the ear, so she couldn't hear what she was saying.But what is certain is that there is a woman inside.

The sound came from the first room at the top of the stairs, Fujiwara Xingkong pushed the door and walked in.

This seemed to be Toshio's room. There were a few pieces of drawing paper with black crayons on the walls, and a few pieces of drawing paper with cats were scattered on the floor.

Jiaye once raised two black cats, one is Xiao Hei, and the other is Xiaoma picked up by Junxiong.

This painting should be Xiaoma.

　Throw away the outline and start here, let yourself go, X**write.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)