Chapter 16 fourth quarter

"Old homeowner, you have worked hard." Probably hearing the voice of the old homeowner Matsutsuki, Maya poked her head out from the door of the shelter. "It turned out to be Maya, did you come to see me specially? It's cold outside, come in quickly." The shelter was almost overcrowded, the three of us exchanged glances and walked out together.At this time, I casually asked Maya: "Is the young man just now your friend?" "Young man—oh, he's a waste collector. He's new here. He's been in charge of our place since last month." "Oh, that's how it is. I heard from Mr. Tang Jianmu that the dealers would come to collect garbage and unnecessary materials at the end of every month."

"That person is very polite and good at talking, much better than Ojisang before." Could the previous Ojisan belong to the same type as me? After we walked out, we looked at the surrounding scenery and chatted. After a while, Aunt Yi came out of the shelter pushing a wheelchair. "Is the old landlord going back to the house?" Zhen Bei asked with a smile, and the old house owner of Songyue pouted and nodded. "If you come out for too long, the joints will do that." "Please take care—then let's go back to the workshop and have a look." We were about to go to the door of the shelter, when the old house owner of Songyue suddenly said: "Wait a minute." The sudden stern tone frightened us to stop.

"—What is the real purpose of your coming here?" The eyes of the old homeowner of Songyue looked directly at me.Although those slightly gray eyes are calm, they have unfathomable power, as if they have already seen through my mind. "Uh, just to conduct interviews for writing novels, and to study Buddha statues at the same time..." "Did something happen when you came here a week ago?" I was speechless, stunned on the spot, tongue-tied, and the old house owner of Songyue waved to Aunt Yi behind her.Aunt Yi turned around wisely and left, and walked into the door of the workshop.

"Can you tell me?" His voice was deep.What happened?The expression of the old homeowner Songyue was completely different from before. I glanced at Zhenbei.Zhenbei raised his eyebrows, as if to say, everything is up to you.I hesitated for a long time—— I told Songyue, the old house owner, what happened that night.Regarding the late-night filming of the bleeding of King Wushu Samoming, the discussion with Zhenbei, and the fact that he is not a researcher of Buddha statues.The eyes of the old homeowner Songyue possessed a power that did not allow others to hide anything.As I spoke, he folded his arms across his chest and kept his gaze on my face, without interrupting or even making a sound of agreement.

"—What happened just now," when I finished speaking, the old house owner of Songyue asked me in a weak and hoarse voice: "Did you tell anyone else?" "No, I didn't tell anyone except them—Mabi and Miss Kitami." "yes……?" Hearing my answer, the old homeowner Songyue breathed a sigh of relief. "Tell me, in the temple where the Huotou God carved by Longsan is enshrined——did you hear Jasmine's name being called in that place?" Hearing the name "Jasmine" from the old homeowner of Songyue, I remembered that Jasmine, the god who disappeared twenty years ago, was actually the biological daughter of the old man in front of me.

"Yes, it seems to be calling, and it seems to be telling, time and time again—" "As a result, Satoshi disappeared the next morning—is that so?" "Yes, that's right. I heard that Mr. Okajima disappeared the next morning." The old homeowner Songyue closed his eyes and fell silent.I suddenly fell into an unreasonable uneasiness, as if my heart was grasped by a cold hand. "In that case, I'm afraid Satoshi-" What he said next made me shudder. "It's no longer alive." "Mr. Okajima? Why is Mr. Okajima—" The old house owner of Songyue didn't answer, he shook his head slowly and looked at the back door of the shelter.

"Did the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara laugh...is it...?" Then, in a barely audible voice, he spoke horrifying words. Because it's Ryuzo's relationship... "what--?" I put my head next to the old house owner of Songyue, and summoned up the courage to ask: "Old homeowner, what do you mean by this sentence?" Is that why he said that because the statue of Buddha was carved by Ryuzo Nirazawa? "Is it really related to that Buddhist statue master named Yuzawa? The one who disappeared with the sister of the owner of Songyue twenty years ago——"

damn. The old owner of Songyue suddenly turned his head, his eyes widened, and he could clearly see the capillaries around his black eyeballs. "Why do you even know these things?" "Ah——I found it by accident when I checked the information on Ruixiang's house, but the details..." I hurriedly covered it up, the old house owner of Songyue looked at the three of us suspiciously, and finally dropped his shoulders weakly.He looked exhausted, he touched his skinny face with both hands and said: "—Outsiders don't need to know too much." He didn't say a word more.