Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 497 The Little Girl in Snow Country

  If only more than 20 people were killed, of course it would not be enough to make the mysterious business department nervous.

  However, a single Joker can make the entire mysterious business unit look like a big enemy.

  After all, the last time Joker appeared, the gods of Western Europe were almost rooted out, and the time-travelers of the Kashima Consortium also suffered heavy losses.

  What happened at the airport, because it did not control public opinion at the beginning, it quickly spread on the Internet.

  Too many tourists use their mobile phones to take videos, and even the airport surveillance video has been leaked.

  I haven’t waited for the Nohi Bus to arrive in Shirakawa Township, Gifu Prefecture, and even the other tourists on the bus have caught the news.

   Qingchen sat quietly in the last row. Although the rotation speed of the two Rubik's Cubes in his hand slowed down, it never stopped.

He listened to the tourists in the car discussing why the killer could use other people’s hair to kill, and he said that using hair is only because this kind of weapon is best to find, and the reason why he wants to slash the hair from the middle-aged person’s head is only because of pulling other people’s hair. At that time, I won’t hurt myself. . .

  Furthermore, there is no need to study the middle-aged health manual like Master.

  The bus drove across the long mountain road and entered the snow country.

  Every winter, Shirakawa Township is covered by snow, and the snow can reach a depth of one meter. The whole world seems to be immersed in fairy tales.

There is also the traditional "gassho-style". The so-called gassho-style is a thatched house with a herringbone roof. Dozens of gassho-style buildings are connected together. The roof is covered with thick white snow. Oil paintings can't describe the beauty here. .

  In summer, tourists who reload and hike will start from here and pass through the entire difficult ‘Northern Alps Ring’.

  In autumn, a turbid sake festival is held here, and people in Shirakawa-go will invite tourists to drink a cup of turbid sake mixed with rice.

  In winter, skiers will come here to rent a family hot spring hotel, skiing during the day and soaking in hot springs at night.

  After Qingchen got off the bus with a backpack that was almost one person high, he followed the map to find the family hot spring hotel he rented.

  In this snow country, a narrow gravel path was cleared by the locals, and the roadside is surrounded by high snow, like a different kind of "windy path leading to quiet".

  Just when Qingchen came to the hot spring hotel he rented, he froze.

  Only because the snow in front of other hot spring hotels has been swept away, but this small hot spring hotel still has thick snow in front of it.

  Actually, when he rented this place, the other hotels were almost booked, but this hot spring hotel was the only one that nobody cared about.

  Qingchen looked at the reviews of the hot spring hotel at that time, and the results were almost all bad reviews.

  "The old lady in this hot spring hotel does not know how to cook, and the food is awful and difficult to swallow."

   "The temperature of the hot spring is not enough."

   "The sanitation in the hotel is not very good."

  There are several bad reviews like this.

  But Qing Chen didn't care either. After all, he wasn't here on vacation. No matter how difficult the conditions are here, it won't be more difficult than the A02 secret military base.

  He stepped over waist-deep snow, stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.

  The wooden door opened soon, and an eight or nine-year-old girl stood by the door and looked at Qing Chen.

   Qingchen said in Japanese: "Hello, I am a tenant."

  The little girl immediately said with an enthusiastic expression: "Euny sauce! You are finally here, come in quickly!"

  Speaking, the little girl hurriedly took slippers for Qing Chen, and even took out a short soft broom made of straw, gently helping Qing Chen pat the dust on her body.

  This makes Qing Chen feel very strange. Why is an eight or nine-year-old girl working in a hot spring hotel that is open?

  Where did the adults go?

  But after seeing the little girl ask Qingchen to sit down in the living room, she carefully brought out a cup of hot tea from the kitchen.

After she handed it to Qingchen, she explained carefully: "Euny sauce, sorry, because grandma fell ill the other day, so she couldn't get up to sweep the snow, nor could she do these things to serve tourists...Are you hungry? I will prepare food for you."

   Qingchen did not speak, but just nodded gently.

  He saw the little girl carrying a small chair into the kitchen.

  The other person stood on a small chair, struggling to cook, fry fish, make thick egg simmered, and make miso soup.

  I'm not proficient in working methods, and I just wanted to learn it for a long time.

  The look of hard work has a strength that is not commensurate with his age.

  Qing Chen watched silently, a little lost.

  The little girl is very delicate, with thick hair, fluffy and cute.

  The clothes on her body are very old, and there are still homework books beside the dining table in the living room. It seems that the other party is writing homework before Qingchen arrives.

  He heard faint breathing in a bedroom inside, accompanied by coughing from time to time, this should be the little girl’s grandmother.

   "What disease did your grandma give birth to," Qing Chen asked.

  The little girl was silent for a while, then turned her head back and squeezed out a smile and said, "O'Nichan, grandma is lung cancer and it is not contagious. Don't worry."

   Qingchen did not speak any more, but he probably understood something.

  So, in fact, the bad reviews given by the tourists before are all because the little girl’s grandmother was in poor health a long time ago, so that she could not do her best to run this hot spring hotel.

  The little girl looked cautiously, just like Qing Chen herself when she was a child.

  Like a weed, it grows savagely but stubbornly.

  She worked hard to show enthusiasm, and then retained Qing Chen.

  Under normal circumstances, the guests of hot spring hotels only rent for two or three days. It is rare that there are guests who rent for a month like herself. The little girl is afraid that she will be negligent and cause Qingchen to change to other hot spring hotels.

  So obviously it was the first time we met, but the little girl used a more cordial name like "Oni sauce".

  This has to be called a very close brother.

  Qing Chen took out two third-order Rubik's Cubes again and slowly turned them.

  This is no longer one mind and two uses. When he'recovered' the Rubik's Cube, he was still thinking about the little girl and the hot spring hotel's situation. In fact, he was using one mind and three uses.

  I don’t know where the little girl’s parents have gone, so that the other party has to learn to please customers at a young age and take on everything that the other party shouldn’t bear.

  After a while, the little girl returned to the table with the tray.

  She slowly put the tray on the table, and then tentatively asked: "Euny sauce, have you seen the evaluation of our hotel on the Internet..."

   Qingchen nodded: "I saw it."

  The little girl's head lowered: "We have nothing to do, but can you please do not change hotels, I can help you wash your clothes, I will wash them very clean!"

   Qingchen shook his head: "No, thank you."

"Oh……"

  He took the rice in front of him and took a bite of fried fish, which was salty.

   Extraordinarily salty.

  The little girl stared at Qing Chen eating, for fear that Qing Chen said it was not delicious.

  However, to her surprise, the elder brother didn’t say anything, and he ate all the food seriously, and there was nothing left.

   Seeing that Qing Chen ate so cleanly, she thought she did a great job this time.

  But she knew her cooking level very well, so she hesitated for a while before asking: "Euny sauce, is it delicious..."

   Qingchen glanced at her: "It's not delicious."

  The little girl didn't know how to respond for a while. She always felt that this elder brother had a temperament that refused to be thousands of miles away. It was as cold as the weather in Shirakawa Township.

  It resembles a gassho-style thatched house with thick snow on the gabled roof.

  Seeing that Qingchen finished eating, she brought out a bowl of turbid wine from the kitchen, holding the bowl in two small hands, looking very pitiful.

   Jinguji Maki said: "Oni sauce, this is our house’s white turbid wine. It is made with spring water from the mountain by my grandmother. It’s better than other restaurants."

   Qingchen shook his head: "Sorry, I don't drink."

  He wants to stay awake, not wanting to touch even a trace of alcohol.

  Jinguji Maki stood bewildered. The white turbid wine was used to entertain guests. She never thought that she would be rejected.

She lowered her head and whispered: "My name is Jinguji Maki. Your room is on the left hand side, connected to the hot spring in the backyard. Don't worry, my grandma and I won't go there. The beds are already made, what can I do? You can call me at any time."

   After finishing speaking, this little girl named Jinguji Maki returned to the kitchen humblely, took out a small ice-cold rice ball from the cupboard, and ate it in small bites.

  Eating while eating, the tears fell down.

  In her opinion, this new visitor will probably leave like other tourists because of the poor service here.

  Qingchen ignored it. He returned to his room after eating. There was a paved mattress and quilt on the floor, which was fairly clean.

  Jinguji Maki wiped her tears, took away the used bowls and chopsticks, washed them in cold water, her hands were red with cold.

  Other people have diesel boilers outside their houses, which can produce heating and can also be used to boil water.

  But she turned on the heater because it is a necessary condition for hospitality.

If    is used to boil water, the little girl thinks it’s a waste of diesel, so she just uses cold water.

  In this way, the diesel heating in their house can at least support until Qingchen’s lease expires.

  After finishing everything, the little girl opened the kitchen drawer to take out the medicine, boiled a cup of hot water for her grandmother and brought it into the house. Only then did the little hot spring hotel restore tranquility.

  Heavy snow floated outside the house, and it was colorful like a paradise in a fairy tale where the seven dwarfs lived.

  Some people are playing snowball fights, some people are making snowmen.

  The house is quiet, everyone goes to bed early.

  ……

  ……

  Early the next morning.

  Jinguji Maki woke up beside her grandma, she first touched her forehead, and was relieved when she was sure that the fever had gone down.

  The little girl glanced at the quartz clock hung on the wall, and suddenly uttered a sound, and hurriedly got up and went out to cook.

  She wakes up late. According to the hot spring hotel's agreement, she wants to make breakfast for Qingchen before 8 o'clock in the morning, but it's 8:10 now.

  Shengongji Maki was stunned when she arrived in the living room, because the door of the room where Qingchen was located had been opened, and the quilts inside were neatly folded.

  However, Qing Chen didn't know where he went.

   Her expression dimmed, and her heart said that the other party had already left, and had she moved to another hot spring hotel?

  But when she turned her head, the little girl saw that there was a pile of money left on the dining table, and a note written in Japanese: I will be back before 8 o’clock in the evening and leave me a meal, thank you. The money is the full rent paid in advance, so feel free to accept it.

  Jinguji Maki stood silently at the dining table.

  In Shirakawa Township, most of the time the rent is paid when you leave, and you only need to pay a deposit when you move in.

  She understood that the elder brother saw her constraints, so he gave her the rent in advance.

  Jingong Temple Zhenji opened the door to see where Qing Chen had gone, but when he opened the door, he saw that the snow in front of the door had been swept away, and a gravel path was neatly cleared out.

  Same as the front of other hot spring hotels, even cleaner.

  The little girl was stunned for a while, she thought back to Qing Chen's performance that refused to be thousands of miles away last night.

  Xin said that although the older brother is very cold, he is very kind.

  ...It’s just that the other party went out so early, where would they go?

  She glanced at the room and found that Qing Chen had not taken her skis out.

  (End of this chapter)