Xicheng style pulls the handle down!

The entire surface of the Maple Bridge was shocked.

Then there was a rumbling sound.

The mechanism rotates.

The fine pieces of snow shattered.

Then, the other half of the bridge deck on the other side of the cliff slowly fell down, closely linked to the bridge deck on the Xicheng style and the White Mist Godzi.

It was not until this time that Xicheng Style and Baiwu Shenzi saw the scene opposite the cliff blocked by the long bridge deck.

It was an old Japanese-style temple residential building.

White walls and blue-black tiles, the iconic sloping roof...

Overall, the building is not big and looks small and unique.

This is the standard configuration of Japanese architecture.

The place is small and the architecture is not grand, so I put a lot of effort into fine places.

From the perspective of Xicheng style, you can directly see the landscape sketches of maple trees dyed with red frost in the yard.

Xichengshi couldn't help but take a look at the White Mist Godson.

This courtyard is very elegantly maintained, and it is not as good as the one that the White Mist God Son can do.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

The son of the White Mist turned his head keenly.

Whenever this happens, her perception becomes particularly keen.

"Nothing to do."

Xicheng style answered plainly.

"Really?" The Godzi of Baiwu blinked his beautiful big eyes.

She always felt that Xicheng style was telling lies.

"I didn't tell any lies." Xicheng Shi replied without looking back.

"Is that true?" Bai Wu Godzi opened his mouth, then nodded as if he had figured it out, and patted her plump chest: "It's okay! Shi Jun has helped me so much. Even if I say bad things in my heart, I will forgive you who are humble, smart and kind-hearted."

Humble, smart and kind-hearted...

Xicheng style was too lazy to pay attention to it, and replied without looking back: "I think you are making trouble with ruthlessness."

After saying this, he raised his foot and walked forward.

I hope that in this place where the White Mist God Son once lived, I can find some clues about the White Mist pupa.

Seeing Xicheng-style step forward, Bai Wu Shenzi hurriedly stopped talking and followed behind him.

The red maple leaves, neither long nor short paths, everything looks quiet and easy-going.

But just holding the flashlight and looking around, you can find that this is not a safe place.

Corpse lying everywhere in the maple forest.

The rusty knife was inserted into the mouth, cut into the neck, and cut open the abdomen.

The blood is immersed in the mud, dyeing the mud surface darker...

Even the door of the Son of White Mist was hit by something and fell to the ground, everything seemed anxious and crazy.

Obviously, what happened here once around the White Mist God Son.

"Does these things have an impression?"

Xicheng Style suddenly turned around and asked.

The last time another White Mist God Son left, she said that when she saw something with a strong "impression", she would wake up, so the Xicheng style asked this question.

"Ah...? No, right?"

The Godzi Baiwu touched his head.

The surrounding environment gives her a familiar feeling, but it is difficult to do if she insists on trying to remember.

"Is that true?"

Xicheng style responded simply, not too disappointed.

After all, if it is so simple that another White Mist God can come out, there is no need to be so troublesome.

He picked up the flashlight and walked into the small courtyard.

Just as Xicheng style thinks.

There was indeed a fight around the White Mist God Son.

The ground was covered with dried and smelly corpses.

The son of Baiwu walked over along the way and developed some resistance to the corpse. At this moment, he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene.

"Go to find your room first."

Xicheng Style said while walking up the corridor next to it.

As mentioned earlier, the overall area of ​​this building is not too large, so the rooms in it can be counted with two hands.

Clang!

Xicheng style raised his hand and pulled open the first paper sliding door next to him.

As the dust fell, the things inside also scanned out under the vertical light of the Xicheng-style flashlight.

This is a study room. Apart from the ashes, the things inside are arranged very neatly.

This is completely different from the messy and messy lying in the corridor.

Maybe it's Baiwu's house

The study room is very small and there are very few furnishings inside.

It almost only satisfies the function of "study room".

The stitching book filled with the charm of the times filled the old black lacquer bookcases on both sides against the walls.

Beside the paper grid window is a desk, and there is a Japanese-style cushion on the edge of the desk.

It is worth mentioning that... there is something like a cherry blossom pattern on the desk...a diary.

Maybe that's what the son of White Mist was left behind before he lost his memory.

Xichengshi raised his legs without hesitation and came to the table to pick up the diary.

This is a diary that has been obviously yellowed. The paper even feels a little crispy when touched. It feels like it will break if you touch it a little.

Apart from this diary, there is no longer anything like the private belongings of the White Mist God Son in the study.

"This is...?"

The White Mist Godzi stared at the cherry blossom-patterned diary, and seemed to be unable to remember anything.

"Can I take a look?"

It was more or less the diary of the God of White Mist, and Xichengshi asked.

"Hey? Yes, I don't mind."

The Godzi of Baiwu looked at Xicheng style in confusion.

She has never had a correct understanding of personal privacy, and she doesn't care about others reading her diary - especially her diary before her memory loss.

Seeing her appearance, Xicheng Shi didn't ask much, and simply picked up the diary of the God of White Mist and stretched out his hand to open it.

At the bottom of the title page is a name written in beautiful handwriting.

The Son of the White Mist.

It was indeed the notebook of the Godson of White Mist.

The Xicheng style eyes flashed and turned to the next page.

There are such words left on the yellowed notes.

‘The moment I was chosen as the Son of God, my name would not belong to me. As the Son of God of the Baiwu family, I must abandon the name given to me by my mother... ‘Son of God’ will be crowned with my name.’

‘But... it would be too lonely. Even the connection between name and family was cut off from their families, and they had to live alone in such a deserted place. This... was so desolate.’

"Uh... there is a sense of subtlety..." Bai Wu Shenzi stared at the lines of words and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "The words are exactly the same as mine, but I don't have the memory of writing these lines in my mind... To be honest, it's quite subtle."

"Looking at this, the son of the White Mist may not be your name."

Xicheng Style adds a sentence next to it.

It seems that being the "Son of God" in the Baiwu family is not even a sure name.

"To be honest, I have forgotten what happened before now and I don't have much feeling about the name." Bai Wu Shenzi stared at the diary and said, "Let's look at the next page."
To be continued...