Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Sun Rain

I don't know when, it started to rain. It was still a gentle drizzle at first, but it became heavy in a blink of an eye.The violent raindrops seem to be pouring impatiently on the scorched land, not only testing the hardness of the road, but also testing the elasticity of the skin of those unlucky people who don't have rain gear and want to run wildly in the rainstorm. Unfortunately, I happen to be the unluckiest of the bunch. My name is Yebuyu, and I am a high school student who often encounters strange incidents.Two weeks ago, I was forced to go to Japan because of the "Foot to the Door" incident. The reason, huh, is very simple, because I was cursed, and at the same time, I got involved with an innocent girl.

Based on all the information I collected, after making inferences, I guessed that I could probably live for at least two months, so I resolutely took the two black boxes that should be the culprit that I found in previous incidents, and came to its source. The place of origin - Japan, I hope to find some clues to lift the curse. However, two full weeks have passed. As soon as I got off the plane, I started asking everywhere where Japan’s Usa is, from Tokyo to Nara, but no one knew. And when I asked where the words Made in Usa were marked on things made before World War II, all the Japanese looked blank, which made me have no idea, and I was so anxious that I was about to go crazy.

Then, I encountered this strange rain that made my mood worse. Then, I hid in the broken tavern that I have scolded and cursed a million times since then. Because all the things that gave me a headache started from this broken tavern, but if God gave me a chance to choose again, it would not be possible, but absolute, I would still choose to walk in, after all The secret of the black box also started from here, and was solved step by step by myself. In fact, seriously, I'm a world-weary person, I'm not too afraid of death, and even because I have experienced too much pain of life and death, I start to look forward to death soon.

But I knew very well that Zhang Wenyi was innocent, so I worked hard to find a way to get rid of the curse, hoping to at least save her.Life has an unbearable lightness and an unbearable heaviness. My life is too heavy. It is really too heavy. Maybe I can take a good breath after I die... "What do you need?" Obasan, who was in his fifties, walked to the counter from the inner hall and asked me a dry towel.Suddenly, I shuddered. That Obasan's voice was deep and hoarse, like an ancient well covered with moss, cold and damp, if you let the voice inadvertently pour into your ears, it would really make you shudder.

"Give me a glass of juice, thank you." After hesitating for a moment, I still reached for the towel and wiped my already drenched hair vigorously. "What a weird rain." Obasan murmured, staring at the rain that showed no signs of abating outside the window. "What's weird?" "Have you ever seen the sun shining on your forehead when it's raining so hard?" Only then did I notice that the sun was not covered by the dark clouds at all, and the brilliant and warm light fell to the ground through the rain curtain. This is definitely a rare spectacle.

But it is such a spectacle, but somehow it gives people a weird feeling, like wearing black trousers and white sneakers that don’t match, even weird... "It's strange. It is reasonable to say that the reason for the sun rain is that there is heavy rain nearby, and because of the strong wind, part of the rain is blown from the rainfall area to the sunshine area, but how can it be so ridiculously large? Now it is simply Heavy rain, it violates the laws of physics!" I scratched my head and muttered in Mandarin. That Obasan seemed to understand what I said, she grinned and asked me, "Boy, are you Chinese? Have you heard the legend about a fox marrying a daughter?"

"You mean the folktale that the sun rain represents the fox marrying his wife?" "Not bad." Obasan stared out of the window blankly again. "Foxes are very spiritual animals. They are cunning and ever-changing. Whenever they want to marry a bride, they will turn into human figures to summon the sun and rain, warning those ignorant and curious humans to avoid early to avoid conflicts. Unfortunately. Humans are originally a stupid and curious race. Many people ignored this warning. Some people even deliberately hid nearby to peek, and finally provoked the foxes into a rage and killed all the people who peeked. So until now, the folks still There are many people who will tell their children not to go out if it encounters sun and rain!"

I took a sip of juice, closed my eyes, stretched comfortably and said, "Grandma, there should be another version of the legend about a fox marrying a daughter, right? Those things that can take human form are fox demons, not A variation of ordinary foxes that you can see at the zoo. It is said that fox demons were originally mountain gods, but they eventually became monsters due to their fusion with animal spirits for a long time. In the eyes of the Japanese, that kind of monsters happen to look like foxes appearance, so confuse them with foxes." After a slight pause, I said again: "The so-called foxes marrying daughters are not intermarriages between their own clans at all. In order to obtain stronger demonic power, fox demons often force nearby humans to sacrifice young and vigorous virgins to them. They, if the local people don't agree or resist, the fox demon will make the place dry for a long time, and will forcibly snatch away the girl he likes."

I smiled proudly, looked at Obasan who was full of astonishment, and said slowly: "Taiyangyu, it's not that the fox wants to marry a daughter or a wife, but that the fox demon brings back the girl he snatched. Rain, right!" It took a long time for that Obasan to come back to his senses.She stared at me with her yellow eyes, and finally grinned with her flat mouth. "Boy, you haven't found a place to stay today, right? I also run a homestay here. Do you want to consider staying here? Perhaps, you might encounter something interesting!" I also laughed: "Could it happen to see a fox marrying a daughter?"

Obasan smiled cunningly, and said mysteriously: "Hey, maybe we can really meet..." "Interesting. If it's cheaper for me, I'll live there." The sun rained until the sun set and did not stop.After nightfall, after dinner, I took a comfortable bath, and then got into the quilt early and fell asleep. For some reason, I always cared about the rain in the afternoon, and that suspicious Obasan. Although her dim and godless eyes were inconspicuous, they were annoying, as if she had seen through everything. Her secrets, as well as her smile, that fake smile piled up with crumpled old skin, always seems to be thinking, and seems to be hinting at something.

Alas, a lot of boring doubts accumulated in my brain with nowhere to vent, coupled with the already troubled mood, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Is it almost midnight? I turned over, decided to throw away all my miscellaneous thoughts, and then seriously began to sleep, but my hearing became extremely sharp instead. It was such a quiet night, the rain had stopped, and the rainwater accumulated on the roof of this medieval house began to drip down the eaves to the ground. clap... clap... clap... One drop, two drops, three drops... Phew, it feels so comfortable.I remember a famous person who said that everyone has hobbies, and the more hidden hobbies are, the more you can see a person's personality. Some hobbies, even he himself is not aware of, just like some people see the gap between the English letters A and O and have an urge to fill it.No one is complete without hobbies! I have had a hobby since I was a child. I like rain at night, especially when I am sleeping, lying on the bed and listening to the rain hitting the roof and windows quietly. At that time, my nerves will relax involuntarily, and my whole body will relax I will relax, and then my heart will be inexplicably filled with a kind of emotion that is called moving by the world. It's really a boring hobby... Oops, I'm getting less and less sleepy, I opened my eyes irritably and wanted to get up to get a glass of water, when suddenly, a slight sound came into my ears. what? I looked back suddenly, but found nothing. The whole room was still immersed in darkness. The dim light outside the window struggled to shine in through the frosted glass. At the end of my line of sight was the half-open toilet door. There was only one Flush toilet, and the rest of the place is nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was the voice that Obasan made. I smiled wryly, turned on the light and poured myself a glass of water.In fact, I am quite satisfied with the accommodation conditions here. After all, in many remote rural areas in Japan, most of the middle-aged homestays or hot spring hotels do not have toilets in the guest rooms, and the people who stay here only use one toilet on the first floor. I did not expect There are actually here, and the price is surprisingly cheap, hey, I really made my own money! I continued to think wildly, and suddenly a memory flashed across my mind, and I was stunned.wrong!I haven't used the bathroom since I entered the room, and I clearly remembered that the door of the bathroom was definitely closed before going to bed, but now it is indeed ajar. Who on earth opened it? Definitely not me!I'm not a nocturia person, and even if I've been to the toilet unconsciously, I've forgotten about it, and I don't leave the door ajar! Besides, I am not a person who can sleepwalk, nor do I have the conditions for sleepwalking.After all, I have been tossing and turning on the tatami mats, tossing and turning without sleep, and I have never entered a light sleep state for a second, but this has caused a problem. Since I did not open it, and no one else came in, the bathroom door is open. Who opened it?Could it be that my memory is confused, maybe the door of the toilet is always ajar... I rubbed my temples with my hands, and couldn't help but smiled wryly again. I've been too anxious recently, and my spirit is as tense as the strings of a piano, that's why I became suspicious. After going to close the door, I drank all the water in the glass in one gulp, stretched myself, climbed onto the quilt and continued to discuss the two serious issues of sleeping and not sleeping. Just when I was in a trance and was finally about to fall asleep, another faint sound came to my ears. It was a low grinding sound, very light and harsh, and the source seemed to be in the direction of the bathroom. I sat up angrily, and was about to protest against that immoral Obasan for disturbing the insomniac guest by making noises, but before I could scream, my voice stopped hoarse. My pupils dilated suddenly, and my eyes were fixed on the direction of the bathroom. Door!The toilet door is open again!It's still the same as last time, it's half open, and it seems that even the position is exactly the same, and I can't help but feel a chill crawling from my spine to the back of my head. An inexplicable sense of dread swept through my brain, and I could almost feel my hair standing on end. Who actually opened the door? I can be sure this time, it's definitely not me. It took several deep breaths to stabilize my beating heart. I calmly turned on the light and checked the whole room. The door was locked, and the room was simply furnished. There was no furniture that could hide even a child, and I was sure that no one had entered or left during this time. That means no one has a chance to open the toilet door. Who opened it? Could it be that there are ghosts? I couldn't help shivering.Shaking my head, I immediately overturned my conclusion, it's too irrational, how can there be so many ghosts and gods in this world that I can come across?I poured myself a glass of water casually, and while I was drinking, I suddenly laughed. That nasty smelly old woman, I almost fell for her. I have read a lot of documents, which have records of a certain era in Japan. Whether it is a noble mansion or a small residential building, there are some simple mechanisms in the house for escape. Until now, some man-made houses still require designers to retain or add certain mechanisms to satisfy their boring and shameless curiosity... or to peek at other people's privacy. Hmph, I'm afraid this unremarkable dilapidated old house is also a trick room, no wonder that dead old woman would think so cheap of me!No wonder I cared about her annoying smile, it turned out that she had a premeditated plan to make fun of me! "Hey, smelly old woman, I have seen through your tricks, come out and explain to me!" I yelled angrily, but no one responded to me for a long time.cut!What the hell is that guy up to? I went straight to the room where the light was still on. I opened the door forcefully, but there was no one in the room, the window was wide open, and the wind chime on the window sill made a "ding dong" sound from the wind. I just felt an indescribable weirdness. There seemed to be something heavy hanging from the tree not far from the window. The shape was very human, and it was shaking and spinning in the wind. I swallowed my saliva, picked up the flashlight, turned out the window and walked towards the tree. I was getting closer and closer to the humanoid object, my hand was trembling slightly, and I shone the light of the flashlight, and I could finally see clearly that the thing hanging on the tree was indeed a person!A thin and short man, with a rope hanging around his neck, should look dead. At this moment, that person slowly turned to the front. Immediately I was stunned! It was a familiar face!The face is full of wrinkles written over the years. It can be seen that she was in pain when she died, because she couldn't breathe. Her shriveled mouth was open, and her tongue was sticking out, hanging weakly on the pale body due to ischemia. on the lips. No matter how deformed her face is due to the pain, I can still recognize her. The corpse in front of me is the owner of this homestay, that annoying old woman! I just felt weak all over, and I sat down on the ground. What exactly is going on?Five hours ago, the old woman was talking to me about the legend of a fox marrying a daughter, but now she turned into a lifeless corpse! Who actually killed her?Is it suicide?Should I call the police? Disorganized thoughts began to crazily sweep through my brain, suppressing my sense of fear, I decided to call the police first, and the future depends on how the police will deal with it!Alas, it has been really troubled recently.I was already bored enough, but I didn't expect that new troubles would catch up to me so quickly before I found the slightest clue to solve the old problems. Could it be that this year I was really hit and miss? Suddenly, a slight noise was heard from the grass not far away. "Who?" I suddenly turned around and looked, only to see a black figure pause, then start to run. "Get back to me!" I yelled, recklessly chasing the black shadow and running towards the depths of the forest. Man is always an animal that cannot be understood and predicted. After all, whether it is out of emotion or reason, in a certain situation, even the most rational person will take the most stupid actions, such as eating and drinking when he is in a bad mood , and then shopping spree, or irrational consumption behavior during financial constraints. If I followed my normal way of thinking, I would never have chased after him at that moment. After all, those who escaped under such circumstances, even if they were not the murderer, would not be too far away from the identity of the murderer.It is a very irrational behavior to catch up, and even fatal in severe cases. But I chased after it, and luckily I did... But I don't know, a nightmare that I will never forget is quietly lurking not far away.It was like a giant hand choking my neck, tied a hemp rope tightly around my neck, and then slowly pulled me over...