It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

More than six years of waiting and a lifetime of regrets disappeared in an instant.

……

"Hiss...fur..."

Bai Wei lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of white mist, and stood at the door of the house with a calm expression.

He has already called the police, and in about 10 minutes, the police will come here for the final clean-up work.

It is difficult to reach a conclusion on this matter in the end, and it is probably nothing.

Behind the extremely high case closing rate of the Metropolitan Police Department in Yingzhou is an autopsy rate of less than [-]%.

In other words, more than 90.00% of the cases are unresolved at all, and no one wants to find out. This kind of case where the victim is the murderer and the murderer is the victim, there is no way to investigate too clearly. We can only simply make a record, and then The case was hastily closed, because Satozaki had no seniors and no juniors, so no one cared if he checked it out or not.

Not far away, the young man came out of the house in a daze, with a sad face.

However, compared to the previous regret and guilt, he was a little more angry at this time.

"Farewell finished?"

"Yes, father...he walked very calmly, he said he has no regrets."

"What are you going to do next?"

"I will stay. The police also need a reporter, and the father's funeral also needs someone to deal with." The boy said: "I have caused you a lot of trouble, and I will not tell you about you."

"I'm not saying next, I'm saying later." Bai Wei looked into the distance with a cigarette in his mouth.

Daitake Sato's voice was very weak: "My father is gone, and Daitake Sato is completely dead. From now on, I'm just Hojo Heita... All I can do is visit the graves of my parents once a month."

Bai Wei said: "If you have nothing to do now, read the Sutra of Rebirth to your father a few more times."

Daitake Sato asked: "Is there really an afterlife in this world?"

"Yes, and many."

"Uh..." The boy looked at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

"How much do you know about soul exchange?"

"I don't know too much, but near the sea of ​​trees in Aokigahara, I will hear a wonderful echo." Sato Daitake recalled: "But as time passed, the memory of that period became more and more unclear..."

It's Aokigahara Tree Sea again, a holy place for suicide. The last time Guan Ling's family also walked through this area when they were traveling.

Bai Wei had already heard the siren, stubbed out his cigarette, and circulated his true energy to dissipate the smell of tobacco on his body: "The people from the Police Department have arrived."

Daitake Sato reacted slowly, and when he raised his head, the young man had disappeared.

He just remembered that he forgot to ask the other party's name.

……

He walked back, sat on the ground, and gently sorted out his father's remains.

He was wondering if his father had ever touched a sleeping child's face like this when he was a child.

He seemed to have matured a lot in an instant, and it was difficult to return to his youth.

beep...

Suddenly, the old telephone in the house rang.

He wondered if it was the police number, picked up the receiver, and heard a voice on the other end of the line.

It was a voice he had heard before.

In the sea of ​​trees in Aokigahara.

He said, "Want your father to be with you forever?"

With a simple sentence, Daitake Sato's face instantly became stiff and his expression froze.

Obsession, guilt, desire, sorrow.

A variety of emotions are shown on his expression.

Long time, long time.

pat...

The boy put down the receiver, knelt down on the edge of the cabinet, weeping and roaring silently.

……

The police car drove across the street, less than three meters away from Bai Wei on the sidewalk.

Under the dim street lights, another phantom followed behind Bai Wei. The young man walked like flying, and the phantom behind him followed suit.

The ghost asked: "Can I go tomorrow?"

Bai Wei said flatly: "The effect of the soul-calling talisman can only last for three hours. Your soul body is torn apart. If you can't become a ground-bound spirit, you will become a lonely ghost by luck. Who may be superseded by someone?" Well, when a person dies, he has no human rights, and it is better to just jump into the well of reincarnation than to be wiped out in the sky."

"I'm not saying I won't go, but it's too late now." Sakurai hurriedly explained: "My daughter is not in good health, going now will disturb her."

"The last time, love or not." Bai Wei stopped.

"I'm going, I'm going."

The phantom of Sakurai's soul fell into a talisman paper held by Bai Wei's fingertips.

Bai Wei beckoned, took a taxi, and headed to a private hospital in New Tokyo.

When giving the money, Bai Wei felt a real pain. After all, he paid for his own money. He spent a lot of money recently, and his savings were almost exhausted.

He regretted that he didn't search for the corpses when he was fighting monsters, otherwise he should have dropped some coins.

"Don't you have any money?" Sakurai asked cautiously.

Bai Wei glared at the fraudster viciously: "My family is ordinary, but you are yourself. In addition to the business card, there is an IOU in the wallet."

"It's all about making a living." Sakurai smiled dryly, pointing to a floor not far away: "This is the building, my daughter is in the third room on the fifth floor."

Private medical institutions are relatively strict about the confidentiality of information. Bai Wei visited late at night and was questioned several times. However, the person concerned was next to him, and the answers were naturally fluent, and there was no possibility of any mistakes.

The nurse led Bai Wei to the third room on the fifth floor. The rooms here are all separate wards, and they enjoy the highest standard of medical treatment. Naturally, the price is quite expensive.

When I came to the door, unexpectedly, the lights in the room were on.

The nurse's face changed slightly, and she pushed the door open, and she saw the little girl lying on her side by the window coughing continuously, and the washbasin beside her was filled with bright red blood.

"Miss Si, how many times have I told you that if you feel uncomfortable or in pain, you must press the alarm bell!"

The nurse rushed in and hurriedly grabbed the girl's shoulders.

"I, I'm fine... I'm really fine, I'll be fine in a while..." The little girl's voice seemed to be squeezed out of her heart.

"It doesn't look like it's all right! I'll call the doctor on duty right away!"

"no, I'm fine……"

The girl wanted to stop her, but she kept coughing and blood spilled from the gap between her fingers.

Her life is constantly being worn down.

Sakurai rushed forward, scratching his head anxiously, but he couldn't touch anything, and no one else could hear what he said.

Bai Wei slowed down, walked into the ward, and looked up at the girl on the hospital bed. The angle he was standing at could not see the whole girl well, but he only had a glimpse and saw her shoulders and hands.

Slender, thin.

What kind of weak body is that?

The blood vessels are clearly visible under the skin, the skin is pale, the bones are bony, and even the smallest hospital gown looks baggy.

Like a skeleton made of fragile matches, it can't stand the fire of life once ignited, and it is doomed to be accompanied by illness for half its life.

It’s like randomly smearing colors on the delicate portrait, sketching the shape hastily, as if the creator patiently drew a delicate and vivid pitiful face but lost his patience because of his irritability, so he casually sketched it completely incompatible with it abstract drawing of a scribbled body.

The nurse ran out of the ward quickly: "I went to the doctor on duty, and her symptoms worsened again."

Only the girl coughing up blood, a strange young man, and a lonely soul beating his chest and feet were left in the ward.

The name in front of the hospital bed is Sakurai Si.

The entry above the head is "Descendants of the Chaos Witch"...

Chapter 92 But there is nothing wrong with doing good

There is an essential difference between immortals and Taoists.

Taoist priests in the ordinary sense are the normal state of Taoism. They need to confer talismans, and rituals need to open altars and perform sacrifices.

The most agile fat man in the world once acted in a movie called "Ghosts Fighting Ghosts". The most exciting part of the plot is the fight between Maoshan Taoist Xu Zhenren and Qian Zhenren.

This is the most classic duel between Taoists. Only when the two sides open the altar can they perfectly display their Taoism. Various props are needed, which depends on preparation and strength.

Even when the gods were asked to appoint them as substitutes, the Taoist priests never stepped down from the altar, because leaving the altar would destroy at least [-]% of their abilities.

A gossip mirror, a mahogany sword, a piece of floating dust, and a stack of yellow talismans are capable of subjugating demons and killing zombies. It cannot be said that there are very few, but there are almost none.

Most of the Taoist sects in the Ming Dynasty paid attention to going out of the world and entering the world, and these Taoist priests often had no time to open the altar and worship at the scene. Hand-to-hand combat?

It is also for this purpose that Bai Wei splits the ramen stand with a single knife.

He didn't know if this ramen stand was a Taoist priest's altar, but if it was, he had to break it open as soon as possible.

When Bai Wei saw the ramen stand, the exclamation mark on the missing person notice finally became triggerable, and the event was also triggered simultaneously.

【Event has been triggered】

[But do good deeds]

【Slaying demons, eliminating demons...】

[Reward: Maybe something will explode? 】

[Friendship tip: These two are tired of living, do something good and give them a ride...]

Does that count as a good deed... people are mortal, and some people just need a little help?

Bai Wei swung the Han knife, the knife was full of vigor and vigor, and the ramen stall was split open with one knife, the boiling soup splashed out, and the fire ignited the wood in the blink of an eye.

Liu Daoren was obviously not good at close combat, and he just dodged subconsciously when he was struck by a knife, but he still got a solid knife on his shoulder.

He yelled out in pain, and he flew upside down three or four meters. His shoulder was dripping with blood, but it was only a skin trauma.