"That Mr. Matsumoto Aizumi... died last year!"

Ibuki Yuxian's exclamation was not beyond Qin Wenyu's expectations. He continued to ask: "Where is the chosen person who was selected by the festival three years ago?"

"Fujima...Haya, the gentleman selected three years ago is called Hiroshima Fujima."

So... he was the one who was killed in this report?

Although the Nagasaki police officer said that he could not reveal the victim's name, the last question he answered still told Qin Wenyu the answer.

He should have done it on purpose.

"Let's go."

Qin Wenyu said calmly.

"Mr. Qin, what are we going to do? Do you already have a clue?"

Ibuki Yuxian's expression was a bit strange, both enthusiastic and fearful, and he looked like someone about to go to bungee jump.

"Eat." Qin Wenyu looked back at her, "We arrived at noon, it's all afternoon now. Are you not hungry yet?"

After Qin Wenyu said this, Yibu Yuxian also reacted.

The two found a hotel in the village to stay, because tomorrow will be the official winter festival, and the hotel is almost full of people.

There was a lively atmosphere everywhere. The city's families took their children to play in the snow, build snowmen, play snowball fights, and make ice sculptures. For a moment, Yibuki Youxian felt that she seemed to be living in two worlds just now.

She and Qin Wenyu live in each room, each room, and they are opposite each other.

This Mr. Qin gave her a strange feeling. He was always calm, so calm that Ibuki even wanted to make a prank, which scared him to look at him.

But... this is just thinking about it. She would not do such an rude thing.

However, Mr. Qin seems to have just come to Shimane Prefecture to find his father. After the director told Mr. Qin about Mr. Hanyu's whereabouts, he would leave, right?

I don’t know what Mr. Qin does... Maybe he is an expert in history and folk customs like Mr. Hanyu?

At this time, the historical and folklore expert in Ibuki Youxian's heart was watching the balance in his card on his mobile phone and fell into deep thought.

It's almost gone for money...

If you don’t find a job quickly, you may not have to worship the evil spirits at the banquet. The pressure of reality alone is enough for him to die.

Also, you have to find a relatively fixed place to live.

Maybe you can go to where Qin Ye used to live?

Well, it should work.

If the curator was willing to say all the news about Qin Ye.

Qin Wenyu leaned against the balcony and looked at the snow below.

He has already understood the weirdness of this village.

But the problem is that it is useless to understand just because he has no way to solve it.

The winter festival is held every year. Every year, a holy elect is selected, villagers with sad faces, and the police in Dazang Township who try their best to stop the search... Also, it seems that they have been forgotten, but in fact, people die on the winter festival in Dazang Township every year.

But... the one who died was not the one who participated in the winter festival now, but the one who was selected three years ago.

Just now, Qin Wenyu also carefully read the introduction to the winter festival on the Internet.

Each year's introduction includes an introduction to the lucky Saint Selected.

After being baptized, every saint elect will change from a loser in life to a winner in life. This miracle that can be called a change of destiny has made the reputation of the winter festival in the Dazang Township, and more and more media and tourists are coming.

Qin Wenyu browsed the winter festival on his mobile phone for nearly ten years. Almost all the selected ceremonies in these ten years were outside the Dazang Township, with only one exception... Matsumoto Aizumi.

Coincidentally, the person who reported the case last night that the director was missing was also named Matsumoto, but no... Japan will change its surname after getting married and follow its husband's surname.

Therefore, Qin Wenyu has every reason to believe that Mrs. Matsumoto was the wife of Mr. Matsumoto Aizumi who died last year by being selected as the Sacred Chosenator four years ago.

Matsumoto Aizumi was very unlucky because he was the only local native of the Dazang village in the past decade.

Ten years ago, all the chosen people in the festival were selected.

All changes happened in the last decade.

In the last decade, there was another news about Dazang Township - the youngest village chief, Jiro Nimiya took office.

Various phenomena were connected into lines in Qin Wenyu's mind, and a pattern that gradually became clearer.

He clasped his hands together, breathed in his palms, rubbed his hands, and left the room.

"Tu tuk--"

"Miss Ibuki, I'm going out and come back before dinner. Please wait for me to have supper together."

Qin Wenyu knocked on Yi Chuan's stringed door, Tan Yiru blushed when he said this.

I really have no money, I can get a meal, I will definitely repay you, Miss Ibuki.

"I...I understand, Mr. Qin...please be careful on the way!"

Ibuki Yuxian said this almost with a shout. After saying that, he immediately buried himself in the quilt and did not dare to listen to Qin Wenyu's response.

Will he think I am a frivolous woman?

But... he said that first... let me wait for him to have supper or something...

The more Ibuki thought about it, his heart became more and more distracted, and he didn't notice that the guy outside the door had left.

Qin Wenyu breathed a long sigh of relief when she left. Miss Ibuki is such a good person.

———

Shimane Prefecture, Police Department.

Kitahara Aoki sat in the interrogation room, looking at a screen.

"The victim Hiroya Fujima, male, 31 years old, an insurance company employee, single." Nagasaki police officer stared at Kitahara Aoki and said, "He has no intersection with your life, why did you kill him?"

Kitahara Aoshi shook her head, looking confused: "I don't know, I really... don't have the memory of last night."

"Then listen to the witness's testimony."

The screen started playing, and a woman whose face was coded and her voice was processed.

"I am...Fengshi's colleague... He asked me to have dinner last night, and we had some wine..."

"I went to his apartment with him...he slept on the sofa in the living room, and I slept on his bedroom."

"I... Maybe I'm dreaming, I dreamed that I got up to go to the bathroom. In the darkness, I saw something open to the apartment door. Fujima crawled out of the toilet. His avatar was smashed by something, and a big pit was shrunk. His legs were cut off by something. When I saw him, he was crawling out of the toilet with one of his legs!"

"I'm very scared... I can see the leg he held in his hand, with white bones exposed. His lower body dragged a long blood on the ground, and then... a person appeared, it was Mr. Kitanohara Aoki!"

Speaking of this, it was clearly a sound that had been processed, but Kitahara Aoki still heard the other party's great fear.

"I...I've met Mr. Aoki Kitahara in the museum, but...I can't be sure that it's him, because his face and his expression are like humans, but...I dare not look at him. His walking posture is also very strange, with the same hands and feet... I chased him out of the toilet and dragged Fujima back..."

"And then... I'll know nothing."

"When I woke up, I lay in bed, like a dream!"

"But... when I opened the bedroom door, Fujima was dead!"
Chapter completed!