Hoshino Fujiko walked up from the first floor and followed the sound to Ozawa Shunsuke's room.
Today she was wearing a sailor suit with black bottom and white edges. The pleated skirt covered her calf, revealing a small section of her fair skin and moon-white socks.
"Brother, Shunsuke."
She said hello lightly, and before Ozawa Takuto could launch his offensive, she continued: "My mother asked me to come over and ask you to go back and help. The old god has passed away, and our family has to make a lot of preparations."
"Ah? Really?"
Ozawa Takuto stood up and looked at each other with Ozawa Shunsuke.
"In that case, then Takuto, you should go back first, Xiaoxun and I will chat for a while."
"...Then I'll leave first."
The two reached a tacit understanding - at least that's what Ozawa Takuto thought.
"Oh, long time no see, President."
Qing Keisuke changed into a more comfortable position, and he didn't look seriously ill at all.
Hoshino glanced at it carefully, and after a long time he walked to the bookshelf and browsed for the books he was interested in.
"Why did you come all the way to see me?" Qing Keisuke asked again.
Hoshino sneered, ignored Qing Keisuke's ambiguous question, and mocked directly: "I came here to see what my laid-back club members are doing behind my back."
Last night was clearly the key event for the discovery of Kurosawa Shiichiro, but Aoi Keisuke has not given her the due intelligence and information from last night to now!
"This is really unfair, President. Even if you are the daughter of a chaebol, you should at least know not to criticize patients harshly."
"Didn't I come to visit and care about you?"
"Um……?"
Qing Keisuke looked at her and blinked.
Hoshino pulled out a slim volume, which was "Death in Midsummer" written by Yukio Kojima.
She dragged a chair, sat down in the room with the best light, opened the book, and started reading from the first page.
"Tell me, what new discoveries have you made about this dream?" Hoshino said in a nonchalant and forbidding tone, "And what are you going to do?"
Qing Keisuke turned sideways and quietly admired her beauty sitting upright.
"..."
After reading the entire page, Hoshino took a deep breath and said angrily: "Speak!"
"I discovered the beauty of you, President Mengli."
Qing Keisuke joked casually: "Unfortunately, we are cousins, which is a taboo relationship that cannot be combined with each other."
The temperature of Hoshino's sneer became lower and lower. She suspected that Qing Keisuke was deliberately wearing down her patience.
"President, wouldn't it be more interesting to discover and witness this magical dream yourself?"
"If you really lie here like a useless person, waiting for death quietly without using your own abilities, it might be more convincing."
"President...are you impatient?"
Qing Keisuke's gaze suddenly became substantial and fell heavily on Hoshino.
"……yes."
Hoshino admitted calmly, and then told the lie naturally: "I have begun to get tired of false warmth."
"What a pity, I thought you were immersed in it."
Qing Keisuke said regretfully: "How about you pick a book for me, president?"
Hoshino glanced at him and handed the book he picked out into his hand.
This is a collection of short stories, including the famous story "Tobacco" and another with the same title as "Death in Midsummer", a total of eleven stories.
Qing Keisuke said his thanks, lay down on the bed again, and turned the pages of the book.
"For me, I really can't remember any happiness or beauty in that teenage period that passed by so quickly..."
After reading the first sentence, Qing Keisuke said with a smile: "Then let's... accelerate our boyhood."
He quickly turned the pages of the book, page after page, without reading the content at all, but said to Hoshino: "Takuto Ozawa planted the evil seeds of destruction in Lake Toyotsu, and the God of Toyotsu was polluted as a result.
But because of God's indifference, believers who believe in Him are also corrupted by evil seeds.
Death is the flower of evil that blooms, one on the first day and eleven on the second.
The father kills the son, the son kills the father, and the hatred of faith has no end.
This is the price of blasphemy.”
His fingers traced the pages, representing a personal death.
"At first, the dead bodies were thrown into Fengjin Lake and the bodies washed up on the shore.
Later, some young people were beaten to death by their parents.
Ozawa Takuto used this to gather a team and had a fierce conflict with the Kurosawa family."
As Aoi Keisuke narrated, Hoshino felt a hidden power coming here. The light outside the window suddenly began to flicker on and off, and there seemed to be electric charges wandering in the air, pulling her hair up one by one.
The entire room was emitting a radioactive white light, and they seemed to be on a spaceship that transcended time, or flying into a house, with a deafening roar like a clock chiming in their ears.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
Hoshino raised his head subconsciously, but he could no longer see Aoi Keisuke's face clearly in the light.
His voice became solemn and sacred, announcing the traces of time: "The fierce and violent poison completely polluted the faith of Toyojin God, and the Kurosawa clan who served the god was the first to be dominated by madness.
Ozawa Munamasa and Ozawa Megumi were killed.
The flames burning heretics were ignited in front of the shrine, and eventually burned themselves to the ground.
Ozawa Village has completely turned into a closed prison, and only complete blood and death can wash away this sin.
Toyotsu God still has no reaction...
Even if it is riddled with holes, ah..."
Qing Keisuke's hand that turned the pages of the book suddenly stopped. He finally got the truth from the advancing time——
"It turns out that He fell into a deep sleep."
At this moment, an invisible hand suddenly appeared and held down the other side of the page, competing and confronting Keisuke Aoi, prohibiting Keisuke Aoi from continuing to turn the pages. In the end, the power of chaos directly tore the entire book into pieces.
Shattered pages flew across the room, falling from the ceiling like snow.
"A story has finally overcome the boring foreshadowing and is about to usher in the most exciting climax."
Qing Keisuke let go of his hand and grabbed a piece of shredded paper, with the two words "tragedy" written on it.
He glanced at it, then stood up and solemnly put the piece of paper into Hoshino's hand.
"President, your adventure is not over yet. At least in this last part, it would be a pity to choose to be absent."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Keisuke's figure gradually became fainter in the white light, and seemed as if he was about to disappear.
——And that’s exactly what happened!
"Unfortunately, Ozawa Shunsuke was later sent down the mountain for treatment due to serious illness. He should no longer exist in Ozawa Mountain. I have come to the end.
So, you have to rely on yourself next, President!"
Aoi Keisuke encouraged Hoshino Fujiko, he patted her head and said with a smile:
"Finally, remember these -
Survivors of disasters can keep you safe.
The inertia of history is unstoppable, you just need to witness it.
If you want to make a big fuss, that's okay, the future will not be changed.
Listen to your heart's content, Toyojin God after waking up.
Until destruction!"
In a daze, Hoshino saw Qing Keisuke's face clearly again. She wanted to reach out and grab him, but found that her body could not move.
Then all the light and sound suddenly condensed into a beam and disappeared together with Qing Keisuke.
There was a soft "pop" sound, like a ripe fruit cracking its skin.
Hoshino fell into a trance again, and then she saw all the pieces of paper falling to the ground in an instant, covering the floor of the entire room.
On the desk next to me, there is a plate of rotten apples.
After a final trance, she opened her eyes and found that she was back in Ozawa Kaoru's room, lying on the cold bed, and could vaguely hear Ozawa Sonoko's suppressed sobs in her ears.