You say this is a love game?

Mizutani Makoto took out two middle-level spirit cores from his backpack and gave them to Peach Blossom Demon.

"!"

The Peach Blossom Demon blinked and immediately accepted it flattered.

In order to encourage employees to work hard, Mizutani Makoto left the company.

Come and go without a trace...

The peach blossom demon stuffed a spirit core into his mouth.

She was also amazed at Mizutani Makoto's magical skill that allowed him to enter and exit the hidden world anytime and anywhere.

The most important point——

"Mr. Mizutani is such a kind-hearted person."

Mizutani Makoto left from the temple.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the guest room of the shrine, accompanied by Furuya Ruriko.

At this moment, he was still thinking about the hidden defensive force.

"Perhaps, I can ask the old blacksmith to go to Yinli and take charge?"

"In Tongzi's building system, I did find a blacksmith shop building."

"The hidden buildings have various blessings, which should attract blacksmiths to move in..."

"By then, there will be a high-ranking blacksmith in the family, and the transition should be long enough."

Makoto Mizutani finalized the subsequent decisions.

Of course, we have to build the "blacksmith shop" first.

Pity.

Most of the little monsters led by Huawu Chacha are mediocre. They are a group of little monsters of lower and middle paper ranks. Once they enter the hidden world, it is hard to say who will help whom, and it is more likely that they will be a drag.

Soon, Mizutani Makoto got on the car arranged by Inari Taisha Shrine and headed directly to Echizen City in Fukui Prefecture.

I didn’t bring Ruriko Furuya with me on this trip.

Night fell around ten o'clock.

"Lord Mizutani, it's almost time."

From the driver's seat of the car, the shrine driver came with a reminder.

Today, the only people who know Mizutani Makoto's potential are Yotsuya City and Inari Taisha Shrine, who were deeply involved in the Solar Eclipse Battle.

The reason is that Makoto Mizutani has not yet registered as an official exorcist, so his name has not yet reached the Tokyo headquarters.

With the cooperation of Furuya Ruriko, Inari Taisha intended to make friends with him. This trip to Kyoto was entirely Inari Taisha's way of showing hospitality. His itinerary was completely arranged by Inari Taisha, and he didn't need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. He was treated like a son-in-law.

"Just send it here."

It was still early, so Mizutani Makoto didn't ask anyone to send him to Misawa Medical Center directly. He still wanted to explore the loopholes of this place.

After all, it is a rare place to brush souls.

Fukui Prefecture, located on the Sea of ​​Japan side of Honshu Island, is the prefecture with the longest average life expectancy for both men and women in Japan.

In Japan, prefectures are higher level than cities.

Echizen City is located in the south-central part of the Lingbei region in Fukui Prefecture. If you want to say what the characteristics of this place are, it is nothing more than Echizen soba noodles, Echizen washi paper, and the traditional knife forging craftsmanship.

Add on the buffs of some historical sites and former residences of celebrities, and it would be a little bit attractive.

"A hospital?"

"A traditional haunted place."

Makoto Mizutani stood in front of the Misawa Medical Center and began to ponder the traditional factions in these grooves.

As mentioned before, the material libraries of many urban legends are universal, and many urban legends are actually just like that. They are nothing more than wandering around in schools, hospitals, amusement parks, haunted houses, ancient villages and other places. These are undoubtedly the hardest hit areas.

What about hearing footsteps in the middle of the night, the door of the autopsy room suddenly opening, the strange shadows on the escape stairs, and the forbidden Room 0... Mizutani Makoto is on the fourth floor of the hospital, in the waiting area of ​​the public corridor, sitting on a chair pretending to be a patient's family member, investigating some rumors about the hospital as if he were cramming for an exam.

But it's nothing special.

Since meeting Tomoko in May, Mizutani Makoto has been learning about urban legends and monster stories whenever he has free time. It has been almost three months now, and he can be considered to have made some progress in folklore studies. He has already mastered most of the widely circulated legends that can be found on the Internet.

The only things left were local urban legends, and we had to search for them one by one.

"The patient's heart disappeared..."

"Strange footsteps on the public walkway..."

"The shadow in the darkness..."

Hum, hum, hum…

Is there any plot description before entering the dungeon?

interesting.

Mizutani Makoto glanced at the time displayed above and it was exactly past eleven o'clock.

There were not many people in the corridor, only some nurses on patrol... Mizutani Makoto stretched his waist, and at this time a young man walked past him, which made him startled.

...dead air.

Yoshiko Satori had long been invisible and was now gently pulling his arm.

With the blessing of spiritual power, his spiritual vision was silently opened, so he caught a glimpse of the rich spiritual power residue on the young man... It was not that he was haunted by a female ghost, but some kind of monster left traces on his body. It seemed that he was planning to order a midnight snack.

Under his gaze, the young man dragged his tired body into the ward.

Ward 405.

Mizutani Makoto held his chin, but he was not impatient.

Seeing a patrol nurse passing by, he called out to the nurse and started chatting with her as if he was familiar with the place.

His face is handsome to begin with, and even without performing descent of the spirits and wearing a mask, he still has a charm value of 9.

This cool and handsome guy is trying to strike up a conversation with someone, and with the blessing of [Innocent Heart], he is very efficient in finding out someone's background.

"Ward 405?"

The standard ward design in Japanese hospitals is a four-person room with a single room, and 405 is a standard four-person ward. There are currently three patients living in the ward, and there is one vacant bed.

But when asked about the young man, the nurse showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"You mean the Kuwahara brother and sister..."

"Mari Kuwahara, his sister, it's his sister who's in the hospital."

Chapter 170: Mari Kuwahara blabbers If You Are a Dragon Ending: Delivery to your door.

Ward 405.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when Kuwahara Yo finally rushed back to Misawa Medical Center by car. When he opened the door of the ward and saw his sister Kuwahara Mari again, a gentle smile finally appeared on his tired face.

"I'm exhausted."

The young man complained as if he had a headache and took off the bag on his shoulder.

Ward 405 was dimly lit, with the city lights outside filtering through the gauze-like curtains. There were only four beds in the room, but they weren't fully occupied, with only three patients.

Four beds lay quietly in their respective corners, with only the slight sound of breathing and occasional turning over reminding people that there were still people awake.

Mari Kuwahara was curled up on the bed at the edge, her knees slightly curled up, her notebook spread across her lap, her pencil moving briskly across the paper. From time to time, she would glance down at the photo on the bed, but most of the time, she was so focused on sketching with her pencil that she didn't even hear the subtle, deliberate complaints from her husband, Kuwahara Yang.

Kuwahara Yang shook his head helplessly and sat down in front of Kuwahara Mari's bed.

"Are you waiting for me, or are you looking for another excuse to stay up late?"

"Ah? Brother!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. It's late now and the other patients are asleep."

Sang Yuanyang put his bag at his feet and started chatting with his sister.

"I've been away for a long time this time!"

Mari Kuwahara closed her notebook, then clasped her hands together and complained slightly.

Sang Yuanyang scratched his head and said, "Only four days, right? I, your brother, am also doing my best to make the journey. The quality of the photos I took this time is much better."

"Really? Then let me see."

"Take it."

Kuwahara Yang took out the developed photos from his bag and handed them to Kuwahara Mari. He sat at the head of the bed with his chin in his hand, looking at the girl's excited expression. A slight feeling of relief rose in his helplessness.

Sang Yuanyang, a college student in his early twenties.

His parents are doing business overseas and his family is relatively well-off. He has a younger sister who is seven years younger than him. She was once treated in a foreign hospital for a congenital disease. After her condition improved, she was transferred back to a hospital in China to recuperate. Now she stays in the hospital all day, waiting for the doctor's discharge notice, which may come at an unknown time.

Life in this hospital is mostly boring.

But Mari Kuwahara developed a hobby of painting, which relieved her family of many worries.

Based on Mari Kuwahara's hobby, Yang Kuwahara basically ran around during his sister's summer vacation in college to help her with her hobby, taking various photos for her to help her pass the time and also to find new materials for her painting.

"Look, I draw well enough, don't I?"

Mari Kuwahara opened her notebook and smiled triumphantly.

Sang Yuanyang wanted to praise, but for some reason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.

He glanced into the room and saw that the central air conditioner was blowing air towards him.

It is August now, and the summer heat has not yet dissipated. Even in the ward, the central air conditioning is basically turned on around the clock to ensure that the perceived temperature in the ward remains within a comfortable range.

Illusion?

Kuwahara Yang shook his head, but lowered his voice and continued chatting with Kuwahara Mari.

This girl has been waiting for him for a long time. Although staying up late is not good for the mental state of the next day, it is definitely impossible to get Mari to fall asleep obediently. Tonight he is mentally prepared to chat with his sister until one or two o'clock.

After all, he was the only relative who could come to visit his sister.

"Recently, a terrifying legend has been spreading around the hospital."

Mari Kuwahara raised her hands and threatened with her teeth bared.

"I heard that a while ago, a doctor died suddenly. His heart inexplicably stopped beating, and then his ghost began to wander around the hospital. He hated it very much. Why did other people have healthy hearts? So he decided to secretly take the patient's heart..."

"Isn't this already there?"

Sang Yuanyang pondered, "I remember there were similar rumors about this hospital more than 20 years ago."

Mari Kuwahara widened her eyes: "Is that so?"

"But I heard from others that a doctor died suddenly some time ago..."

"Urban legends are a cycle. Things that were circulated ten or twenty years ago will be resurrected after a period of silence and continue to stir up controversy. And as more and more urban legends are made, the phenomenon of homogenization is becoming more and more serious."

"Yeah, that's what urban legends seem to be."

A woman said.

I don't know when it started, but a female voice mixed into the conversation between the Kuwabara siblings.

Sang Yuanyang was stunned for a moment and turned around to look.

At the door of the ward, the door was gently pushed open, revealing half of the body of a beautiful woman.

She was dressed like a patrol nurse, with a nurse's cap on her head, and her legs were hidden outside the crack of the door, as if she was leaning out to chat with them.

Nurse?

Sang Yuanyang's slightly rapid heart suddenly calmed down. The sudden voice just now scared him half to death, but if it was a nurse, it would make sense. There are always patrolling nurses in the hospital, and they would chat with each other occasionally when they met before.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

The nurse leaned against the door and chatted enthusiastically with the brother and sister in the room.

She seemed in no hurry to complete her patrol duties.

The nurse's appearance was exceptionally dignified and beautiful, which undoubtedly made her extremely approachable. Even though Mari Kuwahara vaguely felt that something was wrong, she still called her "nurse sister."

The little girl looked at the nurse secretly, and for some reason she always felt uneasy.