199 Five Black Dogs(1/2)
This strange solitary tomb is made of yellow mud.
The soil looked freshly plowed, and it was probably just piled up not long ago, maybe a month at most.
Kamiyakawa knelt down and took a closer look at this lonely tomb.
Similar to some of the graves in the pet cemetery, this solitary grave also has traces of being dug up by the claws of wild beasts.
A large hole was dug out on the side of the grave.
Shining a flashlight into it, you can see an overturned wooden box inside, with a lot of gray-white powder scattered around.
"Ashes?" Kamiya concluded without much emotion.
Looking closer, he saw a small black and white oval photo taped to the urn. The photo showed a man in his 70s and wearing glasses.
In addition, you can also see the text on it——[Nakao]
"So this is the tomb of an old man named Nakao. It's strange that he is buried alone next to the pet cemetery? What does the word 'guilty' on the tombstone mean?"
Kamiya stood up with doubts.
"Onizuka, what do you think?" Then he asked again.
But after waiting for a few seconds, I didn't hear a reply.
Speaking of which, when she first approached the tomb, the little miko seemed too quiet, and Kamiya never heard her speak.
"Onizuka?"
Kamiya turned around, only to find that there was nothing around him.
Onizuka Kirihotaru disappeared.
Standing in this small open space in this lonely grave, there is no one else except myself.
Moreover, I don’t know when a thick mist began to fill the originally dark forest.
This mountain fog came very abnormally. After being noticed by Kamiya, it filled the forest in just a few breaths, making it impossible to distinguish the direction. You can also feel an evil aura that is not too strong from this fog.
.
The Ichimonji in Kamiya's hand has been unsheathed.
When the fog began to rise, this long, narrow and gorgeous nodachi began to hum to itself.
He held the handle of the knife a little tighter, frowned slightly, and called in a low voice: "Prajna, can you hear me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kamiya felt a slender, soft and cold hand gently resting on his left shoulder in the mist.
It's prajna.
The order Kamiya just gave did not cause his ghost-faced girl to appear directly, but only confirmed her existence.
"Hannya is by my side, which means I can still summon shikigami freely now, so there is nothing to fear. The guy who created the fog should be the strange thing that Onizuka mentioned just now, summoned by her Kagura flute.
"
Kamiyakawa thought this in his heart, while silently watching the rolling fog around him, watching its changes.
He already has good practical experience in removing ghosts. Based on the strength of the evil spirits around him, he can roughly judge the strength of the ghost stories he encounters.
The unknown ghost talk and evil spirit in the mist didn't give him a strong feeling.
I guess we can deal with it as long as we join forces with Prajna, and Mary doesn't even need to take action.
In addition, Onizuka Kiri Hotaru, who disappeared, was probably isolated by the ghost story and moved somewhere with the fog.
Rustling.
Kamiyagawa heard a small sound coming from somewhere in the mist.
But the source of the sound was somewhat difficult to identify. It seemed to be right next to my ears, but also seemed to be in an illusory distance.
"well."
Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy sigh.
The voice was very old and should belong to an old man.
"I am not guilty. Those young people dug out my ashes and buried them here. This is an insult to me! What did I do wrong? I am not guilty, never! It was them... they were too
It's too hypocritical. Why should they judge me for a beast?"
The old man's voice came out of the mist. At first, his voice was vague, but then he could gradually hear it clearly, and his tone became more and more intense.
"You! Tell me, are they wrong or am I wrong? Tell me! It's them who are wrong, right? Right!"
The old man's voice in the mist began to ask questions. The person he was questioning seemed to be Kamiya, and his attitude was very tough.
But Kamiyagawa just held the one letter and did not move.
The soft touch on his right shoulder was still there, confirming that Prajna was still by his side.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about opening up the formation and starting the fight directly.
After the old voice's question ended, the fog around him changed, and actually started to roll and dissipate.
Kamiyagawa suddenly saw a bright light.
This situation is wrong.
Because Kamiya knew very well that at this moment, he should be in the Shinhodake Mountain Forest in the early morning, and the surrounding dense trees and vegetation even completely blocked the sparse moonlight.
It's normal to be completely dark, but it's weird to be bright.
After adjusting to the brightness of the surroundings, Kamiya held Ichimonji and began to look around.
It can be seen that he is still in the mountain forest, but the surrounding vegetation and trees are not so lush, and the current environment is daytime, with the sun shining brightly.
In front of him, there was a shed made of nylon.
You can see several photography machines.
The model looks very old, as if it is equipment from the last century.
In addition, there are several people wearing vests and hats, busy around and debugging machines.
This looks like an old outdoor photography set.
"Now is this a hallucination?"
Kamitani checked his own condition and felt that he was still clear-headed.
"However, the details of the surrounding environment are a bit too real. It looks like a filming location for a small crew from the last century." He began to observe the surroundings again, and quickly made a guess, "Maybe what I am seeing now is
A fragment of someone's memory? That old voice in the fog just now asked me if he had done anything wrong... maybe he wanted to show me something, and then make a judgment and give him an answer."
Kamiya started walking around with Ichimonji in hand.
The crew members who were debugging the equipment turned a blind eye to the young man who appeared here with a controlled knife and continued to work on their own things.
Kamiyagawa also tried to touch one of the older sisters with a good figure in work clothes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, I found that my hand could pass through the other person's body at will, just like passing through the air, without any hindrance.
"Well, now I believe more and more that what I see in front of me is what the old voice in the mist just wanted to show me deliberately."
Kamiya dropped the work clothes in front of her and walked towards the nylon shed that was the most conspicuous in the current scene.
There are two long tables and a folding director's chair inside the shed.
There are two monitors on the table, which are not currently working. There are also headlamps, rain covers, slates and other items scattered around.
Beside the long table, two men stood.
One is probably in his twenties and the other is probably in his forties.
The older one among them looked a little familiar. His appearance was somewhat similar to the old Mr. Nakao who was in the urn in the solitary grave just now.
As for the young man in his twenties, he has an ordinary appearance and a dark complexion. He must have been exposed to the scorching sun frequently.
What made Kamiyagawa particularly concerned was that there was a dog leading beside this young man.
This dog is not the Shiba Inu or Akita that are common in Japan.
But a pure black wolfhound.
If this kind of dog were kept in Kamiya's hometown, it should be called Wuhei Dog.
The head is black, the body is black, the tail is black, the feet are black, and the tongue is black.
A born hunter.
The black wolf dog is much larger than the average domestic dog. It has sharp eyes and a pair of alert erect ears. Sitting there, it can give people a calm and domineering look.
Kamiya, who was in the "transparent human world" state, looked at the black dog for a while.
Then, he heard the voices of the two men beside him.
Young man: "Mr. Nakao, do you really plan to let my Inujiro participate in your shooting?"
Nakao did not answer the question directly, but instead asked another question: "Your name is Shuta, right? I heard that a crazy wild boar broke into your house last year. But the wild boar was eventually killed by your house.
Was the dog bitten to death?”
To be continued...