The two extras in the room were one man and one woman. The woman was leaning against the door and smoking, while the man sat indifferently next to Komae Shimabukuro's desk, turning on her newly bought desk lamp and flipping through the books on her desk.

Seeing that the two of them were generous... Although they were too generous, they at least didn't rummage through the cabinets and didn't look like thieves.

Shimabukuro Kine remembered that she fainted and thought that it was the tourists with two strange faces who brought him back.

She wanted to thank.

But before he spoke, he suddenly heard the young man at the desk asking, "'Fate-like' really live here?"

Shimabukuro Kin-ei was exposed to the secret and he felt a sudden jump: "…what?"

Du Linbiao turned his head and glanced at her and said slowly:

"There is no trace of her life in this shrine - there are only two witch suits in the same style, and only one pair of clogs that meet the size. The style and rope are old, but the soles are almost worn. In addition, only black hair can be found in places such as garbage bags, vacuum cleaners, drains, etc., but judging from the photos on the travel manual, she found that the idea was completely white. Could it be..."

Shimabukuro Kin-ei gradually stiffened her whole body, and her hands pressed on the bed unconsciously tightened. Is the lie that has been weaving for nearly a hundred years still going to be exposed...

At this moment, she heard the man in black thinking and then summarized what he said just now:

"Has she really reached the state of half-human and half-god, with divine power on her body, so she won't lose her hair? Where is she now?"

“…”

Shimabukuro Kine slowly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I immediately felt very guilty again - this was another innocent traveler who was blinded by fake legends.

She strangled her conscience and slowly answered Du Linbiao's question just now: "Great-grandmother is now feeling the breath of water and the ocean next to the waterfall. She loves to go there before the festival every year.

"There is no trace of life because... well, because..." Shimabukuro Kin-ei couldn't make it up. No one had ever entered the shrine without authorization before, and even asked this question bluntly, but she was unprepared for it.

Belmode, who was by the door, sneered, "The second-year illness is so easy to deceive."

Not only is there a lack of daily necessities in the shrine, but it actually has a set of disguise tools.

But Belmore Derby Dulinbour saw the pack of things first and hid it.

She had no interest in the research project of immortality, and was happy to see others running in the wrong direction. In addition, since Du Linbiao dared to threaten her and used her to fish for mermaids, she deserved to be defeated.

In fact, after discovering that "fate is not at home" and "there is no trace of life at home", even if you can't find the disguise tool, it is not difficult to think that the person who flee may not exist at all.

But Du Linbiao didn't know what was going on. His worldview seemed to be different from that of ordinary people.

When a normal person sees a strange light passing through the sky at night, he may think: "Ah it's a meteor" or "Ah it's an airplane", and add an optical phenomenon such as refraction and scattering to explain why light appears abnormal.

But if this light is seen by someone who firmly believes in the existence of aliens, he might think first that this is a passing UFO.

Belmode thinks that's the case with Dulinbiao.

At present, this is one of the reasons why he was inefficient when he was on the mission alone...

Dulinbiao didn't care about Belmode's sudden sneer, anyway, this woman is usually very sarcastic.

He looked at Shimabukuro Kin-ei, who looked dazed and seemed very weak. Seeing that she couldn't explain the problem of "Why didn't she lose her hair when she was dead?", he waved his hand indifferently: "Forget it, it's normal for you, a little girl, to not know... Can you give me a few arrows?"

Shimabukuro Kin-ei frowned slightly. It was not that she was unhappy with being called a girl by her peers, but because of her past experiences, she didn't like someone who asked for arrows for her.

She said like sending past tourists: "The Dugong arrows will only be issued by drawing number cards, three a year. It is coming to the festival soon, you can buy a number card and try your luck at that time."

"The festival is three days later. I have other things. I can't wait that long, and that little arrow is not enough." Du Linbiao flipped through the travel manual and thought, "Anyway, arrows can be made as long as they have divine power and hair. They can be made in advance, right?"

“…?”

Shimabukuro Kine only heard of her request to move her hands and feet when drawing numbers or send out old arrows.

This is the first time someone asked her to do it now.

...And, what does "that little arrow" mean, how much does he want? The shrine is not a wholesale market!

There are too many questions, Shimabukuro Kine didn't know where to start refuting.

Perhaps because she misunderstood her speechless misunderstanding was hesitant, Du Linbiao comforted her: "I won't take your things in vain."

Shimabukuro Kin-ei sighed: "It's not a matter of money, it's not a product for sale."

"It's okay to exchange things." Du Linbiao raised his hand and had a photo between his fingers.

Shimabukuro Kine saw the photos clearly through the lights of the desk lamp, and seemed to have been suddenly strangled, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Du Linbiao looked at the few people in the photo whose pinholes were poked, and the traces below that were suspected to be soaked in tears, and naturally proposed: "You seem to have a grudge against these three people - if you give an arrow, I will kill them, it is very reasonable."

This kind of a little inspiring sales tone reminded Shimabukuro Junhui of a enthusiastic shopping guide in the town.

But the person in front of him is not selling goods... that is three lives!

After a while, Shimabukuro Koichi spoke slowly.

Because she suddenly felt like killing, her voice became dry: "I don't. I just..."

Du Linbiao interrupted her: "Don't be polite to me, we are already partners, so we can be more honest with each other."

He casually flipped through the notebook on the table, and the photo he found from the pages of the notebook. There were simple strokes on the paper on one page, and the lines were messy, which at first glance looked like a messy line painted in the essay when he was distracted.

But Dulinbiao looked at the map of the island and quickly met them with a certain waterfall.

He smiled and exposed it on the spot: "I have even investigated the terrain, and I must have thought about the method of committing the crime, and I still said there was no."

"That's not... it's not a method of committing the crime!" Shimabukuro stood up, holding a cold sweat in his hand, trying to make up a suitable speech.

But the other party didn't listen to her at all.

Du Linbiao had already made up the plan and said to himself: "I believe in you. Because I heard of the witches in the shrine..." He didn't remember what the word was, so he changed the saying, "You must meet certain moral standards before you can take responsibility."

"Of course, I will check with them before the deal is completed.
Chapter completed!