Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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Sun Moon Mountain Miko, Human Pillar, Kurosawa Yuri ...

I am immersed in these names, and there are some weird and yellow photos.

"Dad, grandpa, I have already contacted the Japanese side. If I really want to go, I can help to book the hotel closest to Riyue Mountain." Moqin took the mobile phone and pressed it with one hand, apparently he did not hang up. .

"That's really bothering you." Mo Zhuo said to Moqin.

She shook her head with a smile, turned around, and fluent Japanese poured out of her mouth.

"Sanmei is very good." Mo Yin came to me and passed the information of this incident to my hands. The cracks on her face that had been cold on weekdays showed a petting smile.

She praised her sister unreservedly and looked at Moqin proudly: "She is fluent in five languages ​​and is a diplomat of our Mo family."

No wonder Moqin is so fluent in Japanese that he talks with people on the phone and is confident.

Master Mo and Master Mo came over, looked at me with some embarrassment, and spoke indifferently: "Rong ... Queen Mother ..."

This described me as uncomfortable when I heard it. I didn't want to tell them my true identity at first, just to avoid the situation now.

I had a good relationship at the moment, and it was really embarrassing at the moment. I can only helplessly say, "Don't be so restrained. Even if I am a Queen Queen, this status only works in the underworld. You can call me Ronghua or Xiaohua. . "

Let a few elders older than myself be respectful to me, I really can't bear it.

They also seemed to see my intentions, and didn't call my queen lady reluctantly, and I was a little bit more comfortable.

"When will it leave?"

I ca n’t help but ask, the situation is not optimistic now, we can say that we are not allowed to drag on. After discussing with Mo Qin and Japan, came over: "Tickets have already been booked for you, you should set off immediately, you should be able to catch up and down A flight. "

As soon as her words fell, a few members of the Mo family quickly packed their luggage for departure.

Murray kept pulling her brother and sister all the time to go together, but was ordered to stay at home. She eventually left in discouragement. According to Moqin, she mostly hid back to her room and talked to us I'm angry.

I'm used to her childish appearance from time to time, but I don't dislike it, knowing that she is back in the room, and she is relieved.

This time, it's a trivial matter. I don't want Murray to be involved with us.

...

The plane soon stopped at the Osaka International Airport. I was carrying a backpack, which contained a small amount of changing clothes. Yang Ye was carrying a large climbing bag behind him. After he went to the old house from that time, Become more cautious.

There must be a lot of essentials in it.

Mr. Mo's physical condition did not allow him to travel long distances. The Mo family lord and the three Mo family brothers and sisters came. The people from Anjia also followed.

When we walked out of the airport, we saw a middle-aged couple holding a sign in their hands and beckoning us.

"They are ..." I asked Moqin doubtfully.

"They are here to meet our Shimizu couple, and they are one of the few people who knows the secrets of Sun Moon Mountain."

The middle-aged couple standing there were wearing ordinary clothes, and both had friendly and warm smiles on their faces.

After they arranged us in the hotel, we decided to go to their home.

Because there are a lot of people in action, it is definitely not suitable to go to others with all their brains, it will be very rude.

Therefore, with the discussion of everyone, let us visit a few juniors, and several elders at the hotel to discuss the next actions and plans.

After the division of labor, we went to their home with the Shimizu couple.

I always thought that they would live in a common apartment in Japan, but I didn't expect it to be an old, small house only in the countryside.

They greeted us, because a few of us didn't know much about Japanese traditions, such as taking off shoes when entering the room, and we had a lot of nagging.

Fortunately, the Shimizu couple didn't mind.

When we sat down, I winked at Moqin. Only she knew Japanese at the scene. I motioned her to ask and went straight to the subject.

Mrs. Shimizu was sitting on her knees, pouring tea for us, and Mr. Shimizu was sitting by the window, thoughtfully.

"This trip has been hard for you. Come and have some tea."

Moqin translates for us, I directly come to our purpose.

"Mrs. Shimizu, we want to know about the Sun Moon Mountain, and these ..." I put a few photos on the table and pushed them to her.

I clearly caught the panic and panic in Mrs. Shimizu's eyes. When she saw the top photo of Kurosawa Yuri's wedding, her eyes dodged for a moment.

Sure enough, Mrs. Shimizu must know something.

"Please tell us." I said excitedly, while Moqin took my shoulders and motioned me not to ask too closely. I listened, and immediately pulled back my leaning body, paralyzed. Sit there.

Mo Yin has been sitting quietly aside, as is Mo Yuan, but he has a notebook in his hand, which seems to be preparing to record important information.

Mrs. Shimizu beckoned towards her husband by the window: "Her husband, come over here."

When she had finished speaking, she shook her hand, took the photos on the table tremblingly, and her eyes filled with tears instantly, and the flesh hanging on her face trembled with it.

"I know, I know the people above ..."

Her hand touched the black color in the photo, but her pupils reflected the scene that did not match the photo.

As if through her eyes, she can know what secrets are behind these photos.

I unfolded the picture of the witch again and handed it to her. After seeing her, tears flowed from her eyes. Mr. Shimizu saw his wife cry, sighed, and sat next to him, holding her Shoulder.

"Where did you get these things?"

Mr. Shimizu looked at us seriously. I could only tell the truth. His face was heavy. When he saw his wife crying with pear blossoms and rain, he patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Go and bring me a jug of wine. "

Mrs. Shimizu nodded, wiped her tears, and got up to prepare her husband's sake.

I saw that he intended to take away his wife, and waited for Mrs. Shimizu to pull up the door before he picked up the witch figure, looked at it, and smiled apologetically at us.

"Mrs. rude."

Moqin didn't help translate this sentence, I understand everything.

I shook my head and saw that he turned his attention to this portrait again. The few of us did not bother him randomly, but let him glance over the table.

At last he put down a few photos in his hands, patted his thigh, and sighed.

"Mr. Shimizu knows something, but let's say no matter, we don't hide from you, our companion is hidden, we must rescue them."

When he heard the word Shenyin, Mr. Shimizu was clearly surprised and unbelievable, exclaiming: "What do you mean?"

After speaking, he immediately pointed his finger at Moqin: "Miss Moqin, when you called me, you didn't tell me that."

Moqin immediately admitted: "I'm sorry to hide something from you."

Mr. Shimizu's sharp glance glanced at us, then shook his head as if he had compromised, and said, "We are ordinary people. We don't know each other. We can contact me and find something about me, except Yuri and Sun Moon Mountain, what else can there be? "

He got up from the tatami, walked to the cabinet aside, took out a long box, put it on the table, and opened it.

Inside were a few photos, and the things shot on them made us five eyes wide open!

The background of each piece looks beautiful, there are some photos of witches, and a panoramic view of a shrine.

The last few photos are very blurry. Compared to the previous photos, these photos are like sneak shots. They are very hidden regardless of the angle or the shooting location.

The content shown in the photos also made my pupils shrink.

That weird wedding scene, and the girl forced into the coffin, I can feel the despair and unwillingness of the girl through this photo.

"This thing is called a bandit. It's a wooden box for people."

Mr. Shimizu corrected my claim, he took out the basic notebook in the box and placed it neatly on the table.

"My ancestor was a reporter. At that time, Riyueshan was famous, and he was also commissioned to go there to take and record some photos for use in the newspaper."

"But when he was working there, he discovered the real secrets behind Riyueshan. These are his diaries and some investigation materials."

He passed things over, and Moqin stared at me, took it respectfully, and opened it.

"When he was in Riyue Mountain, he fell in love with a witch." Mr. Shimizu's finger nodded the portrait of the witch.

"It's Kurosawa Yuri."

I was taken aback. I didn't expect that Mr. Shimizu's ancestor and Kurosawa Yuri had such a relationship!

As Moqin sat aside, looking at his diary, his face showed a shocked expression, but it didn't change for a long time.

"My ancestor, therefore, did not publicize Riyueshan's secrets, and those photos and diaries were also kept by the family to keep them from leaking."

He looked at the door slightly annoyingly, as if he was dissatisfied with why his wife had not brought the wine.

"Later, the mountain collapsed and Riyue Mountain was blocked from the outside world. My ancestor was still in the mountain at that time, so he disappeared, leaving only these precious records."

My hand was stroking the rough yellowed photo, and my eyes narrowed.

"To miss him, the family has not lost the box and respected his wishes, so it has been passed down from generation to generation."

Just as he explained things, the door knocked and the door opened.

Mrs. Shimizu was holding a tray with sake, quilts, and appetizers.

"Let you wait a long time." Her voice was soft and low.

It seemed that Yang Yan had received some news and left the table with a mobile phone, while Mo Yuan was sitting side by side with Mo Qin, studying the content.

For a while, everyone in the room was busy, and what I noticed was Madame Shimizu's face.

Her eyes were panicking and dodging, and her hands were shaking even when she was pouring wine to her husband.

Thinking of how long she had just left, I couldn't help but think of a possibility.

Could she ... she heard the conversations just now?