"Freeze!"
The girl screamed miserably, mixed with a sharp voice that didn't seem human. Then, mist appeared, and it grew thicker and thicker. A translucent figure floated above her body.
Then, following a command, both of them froze at this moment.
To be more accurate, two figures appeared on the same body. One was an ancient kimono girl, and the other was a modern girl.
The modern girl looked like a Japanese girl, and was very cute. However, the kimono girl had her eyes closed, and her arms were folded in front of her chest.
"What is this?" Hayakawa Naomi took a step back, frowning.
Pei Zi Yun walked to her side and looked at her troubled expression. "Can you feel it?"
Hayakawa Naomi nodded.
"It's very simple. You've all read the information."
"Five years ago, a young couple moved from Shibuya, Kanagawa Prefecture to Tokyo. As Tokyo was the center of Japan, there were many publishing companies and literary societies. Many literary awards judges were also based in Tokyo. Many literary giants rose from there, and many unknown young people achieved their dreams and became famous overnight."
"Dreams were dreams, and reality was reality. In order to support Horigawa Riki's writing, Kyoko was the sole breadwinner. She worked odd jobs, and the income was meager, but it was still enough."
"In Japan, it was the men who went out to support their families. Now, it was the other way around. This put a lot of pressure on Horigawa Riki. In the end, he could no longer write his manuscript. He tore his hair, burned the manuscript, and rushed out in the rain."
"Kyoko looked at Horigawa Riki's back and shouted his name. However, her voice was lost in the rain. She ignored the rain and chased after him."
"That day, she died in a car accident!"
"But her spirit still lingered in the apartment, calling out Horigawa's name. On the day of the meteor earthquake, she fused with another spirit that shared the same fate. Using her strength, Kyoko returned home and waited for Horigawa. The guilt-ridden Horigawa saw that Kyoko did not blame him at all, and welcomed her warmly."
Pei Zi Yun shrugged and looked at Hayakawa Naomi. "That's the whole story."
"As for what she said to me earlier, I believed her. That's because I'm an author, and a successful one at that."
"She can see it, so she naturally believes it."
"She's so pitiful. Can you not make her feel pain when you kill her?" Naomi didn't dare to look directly at the scene and covered her eyes.
"Why would I kill her?" Pei Zi Yun looked at Hayakawa Naomi suspiciously, "She's just a transit point."
"Most dimensions are unrelated to each other, and overlapping them requires a medium. The other party came to the human world through Kyoko, but she also has a special energy on her body. As long as we obtain this energy and follow the diagram, we will be able to find the bridge that leads to that dimension."
"As for her choice and grudges, what does it have to do with me?"
Hearing Pei Zi Yun's words, Kuang Zi was elated. He turned his face away and grunted, "After saying so much, you still haven't told me how to get there!"
Kuoko's eyes widened in shock, but his hand did not stop. He continued to insert his hand into Yoshida Kyoko's body, causing a hole to appear. He retracted his hand, and then pulled it back. "What a pity.
Kuoko and Naomi were surprised. They followed Pei Zi Yun's example and inserted their hands into Yoshida Kyoko's body, but there was nothing inside.
"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Pei Zi Yun laughed, "Then, let's go through Miss Yoshida Kyoko and get to that dimension!"
"Hai!" Kuoko felt that this was a novel idea, and disappeared from the room.
Then, the two of them flashed and disappeared as well.
"Pa!"
There was a loud sound, and Yoshida Kyoko was stunned. She looked around blankly, "Eh, what happened to me?"
She seemed a little confused, but then she screamed and rushed back to look at the pot. Indeed, the water was almost dry.
"Ah, what's going on?" Yoshida Kyoko was vexed and quickly turned down the fire. This soup was meant to be used as a side dish, but now it was almost boiling. She looked at it and felt like crying. What should I do? Why did I make such a mistake?
Would Horikawa-kun be unhappy?
Just as she was thinking about this, the phone rang, and she quickly picked it up.
"Kyoko, my novel is going to be published." Horikawa Rishi walked on the street and said excitedly, giving way to a person who was riding a bicycle through the street.
Not far away, after turning a corner, the bus station appeared in front of him. He wanted to go back as soon as possible.
"Great, congratulations, Horikawa-kun, I told you that you would succeed!" Kyoko suddenly showed a happy smile.
As a Japanese woman, she knew that men needed a sense of achievement, and now, he had finally succeeded.
Although she could hear Horikawa Rishi's great sense of achievement in his voice, and even his voice was unconsciously choked, "Kyoko, it's been hard on you in the past, it's been hard on you in the past."
But Horikawa Rishi wiped his face and hung up the phone before his choking became bigger, "Wait for me to come back!"
"Hai!" Yoshida Kyoko put down the phone, and she slowly shrank back, covering her face. After a long time, she said, "I must celebrate with delicious food today!"
"Is the beef not enough?"
"There's some pickled melon in the fridge, I'll go with some boiled eggs and sauce …"
She worked seriously, her expression focused, as if she did not notice that the girl in ancient Japanese clothes was gradually becoming one with her.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, in the thick darkness, a flash of light appeared, illuminating the surroundings. In the next moment, the three of them landed on the street.
From the looks of it, it was a town (market), located in the embrace of the mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, the mountains piercing the sky, sacred and solemn.
Pei Zi Yun and Naomi Kyoko walked slowly along the road. People came and went in the town, some leading donkeys, some carrying goods. On both sides of the road, there were Japanese houses, men dressed in clothes, a middle-aged monk meditating in front of the door, and naughty children placing beetles on their heads.
A shakuhachi player wearing a bamboo and rattan "helmet" accepted donations from passers-by, bowing his head to express his gratitude. After a few more steps, he passed by a blacksmith shop. The so-called "shop" was just a dilapidated house, with a large furnace in the middle of the house. There was a bellow beside the furnace, and when the bellow was pulled, the flames in the furnace rose. The blacksmith moved the red-hot iron to a large iron block for forging.
"An ancient Japanese town?"
"No, looking at the era, it's not too old, probably modern."
Along the road, there was a torii.
The torii was a Japanese shrine, it looked a little like a memorial, and represented the entrance to the realm of the gods. It was used to distinguish the realm of the gods from the mortal world. The torii reminded visitors that stepping into the torii meant entering the realm of the gods, and that they should pay special attention to their actions.
Pei Zi Yun stopped in his tracks. At this point, he could see the shrine. He frowned and said, "Let's go, don't be in a hurry to enter. Let's take a look around first."
The streets of the town seemed to be a festive occasion, with people coming and going. In the tavern, a grandmother and granddaughter were performing. The old man had white hair, and was tuning the strings of a pipe, full of energy. His granddaughter was dancing to the music, her movements graceful.
There were also people dressed in white hunting clothes, wearing black hats decorated with sunflower leaves. Behind them was an ox-cart decorated with Chinese wisteria, passing through the streets.
"It looks like the Kagura-kai!" Naomi said quietly. She looked around and said, "Hey, look, is there a lost child over there?"
Cuozi followed her gaze and saw a pair of brother and sister standing in the middle of the street.
The elder sister was dressed in a colorful kimono, with a squarish handbag tied around her waist. She wore light-colored wooden clogs, and her black hair was tied loosely behind her head. Her bangs were trimmed, making her look even more adorable.
The younger brother had his hair tied up in a bun, and was holding onto the elder sister's hand. He used the other hand to wipe away his tears, and lowered his head to sob.
The elder sister held onto the younger brother's hand, and looked around helplessly. She looked around helplessly, looking at the people passing by, but nobody noticed them.
Naomi Hayakawa saw them and walked over to them, asking gently, "Have you met with any difficulties? Where's your house? "
The elder sister lowered her head and said, "We came out to the market with our mother. We saw some grasshoppers and sugar figurines, and got separated from our mother."
When Naomi heard this, she said, "Where do you live? I'll send you home."
The elder sister smiled, "I don't know the way home, but my house is big, and has a porch. It's easy to find."
Naomi Hayakawa turned around and looked at Pei Zi Yun, who laughed, "Since that's the case, let's send them home!"
Naomi held onto the elder sister's hand, "Let's go, let's send you home."
After walking for a while, it started to drizzle, and fog started to form. The number of people on the street started to dwindle, until only Naomi and the rest were left.
The rain was getting heavier, and the group had no choice but to hide under a roof.
The house was old, and the walls were stained with rainwater. It was as if one could grab a handful of it with their bare hands. The windows that were not tightly shut were creaking, and there was not a single person on the street. The doors of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly shut, and they looked like grey tombstones.
"What's going on? Why is everyone gone?" Naomi Hayakawa frowned as she looked around.
"Onii-chan, something's not right." Cuozi looked around cautiously, holding onto his sword, as if he was a cat with its fur standing up.
"Not really. Naomi's strength and numbers are far above Cuozi's. However, Cuozi doesn't feel anything, and Naomi seems to have unknowingly entered the same realm. She doesn't feel that there's anything wrong with what she's doing, and doesn't feel that she's going overboard."
Pitter patter!
The rain fell on the roofs and onto the ground, creating ripples in the air. The entire place was shrouded in a thick mist of rain. Pei Zi Yun stood under the roof, deep in thought. He reached out his hand into the rain.
The rain was cold, and there was a hint of coldness in it.
"This is … Phantom Rain?" The rain looked clean, but it was actually filled with Yin Qi. It carried with it an indescribable sense of resentment, and it felt like needles piercing into one's body.
"The entire realm was already activated when we entered it?"
"Oh well, let's see where it's leading us to."
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