Fog Formula-Warning Book of Fog City Search Chief's Strange Talk

"Cough cough."

Yuan Taiyi staggered from the forward charge and stabilized his figure. He pressed one hand on the handle of the knife, watching vigilantly at the gradually dissipating fog around him, and prepared to meet the crisis hidden in the surrounding fog.

However, the scene that appeared after the fog dissipated made him suddenly stunned. Because what appeared in his eyes at this moment was not a dangerous trap, on the contrary, it was a place he was so familiar with——

his own home.

It was actually a sunny morning, and he opened the door and walked into his own dojo. The dojo was covered with soft tatami mats, and beside it was a bundle of straw used for sword practice, exuding a warm fragrance in the morning light. The back of a man in the arena is practicing his skillful and precise swing with his back facing him. Even the sword in Yuan Taiyi's hand has changed at some point, from a sharp and cold weapon to a bamboo knife for training.

Is it an illusion?

He was vigilant for a moment, but every cell in his body seemed to be denying this speculation. Whether it is vision or any kind of senses, they are 100% sure that this is their own dojo. In his memory, the ashram always seemed to be like this. In the early morning when his peers were still sleeping soundly, he would always be woken up by the alarm, rubbing his sleepy eyes and stepping into the door of the ashram against the morning dew and mist. At that time, everything in the dojo was shrouded in a hazy light like it is now, and when I stepped into the door of the dojo, I could still feel the familiar depression on the floor.

At that moment Gentaichi was a little lost, for a moment he seemed to have forgotten the reason why he came here, as if it was just an ordinary morning, he just woke up and opened the door of his dojo as usual, and The father who got up first started his day's training.

"coming?"

At this moment, a thick and firm voice sounded in front of him. The man with his back to him held a bamboo knife and turned around to look back at him, using the same tone of voice that he remembered thousands of times. The moment the man turned around, Minamoto's body shook violently. Looking at that extremely familiar face that seemed like he hadn't seen it for many years, Yuan Taiyi's eye sockets couldn't help but feel moist.

"What are you doing in a daze? Are you going to be lazy before today's homework starts?"

The man also saw Yuan Taiyi's reaction, but there was no trace of tenderness in his words because of this, he just said so, staring at Yuan Taiyi with the same sternness as always.

"No, I..."

Seeing him for a moment, Minamoto didn't know what to say. His brain began to trance again. He clearly remembered that it should have been night before he opened the door, but after opening the door, it suddenly turned into morning. He clearly remembered that he was with Hino, but after opening the door, it became his own morning. But once I think about it, those memories suddenly become hazy again, and those pictures that should be clear are quietly slipping away in my mind. It was as if the dream from last night was moving away from him as he woke up.

But he knew in his heart that it was not. Looking at the man, it seemed that fantasy and reality were intertwined.

"Um?"

But the man suddenly hummed, and there was a blond boy's very familiar uptick at the end. That was a reaction that was so real that it aroused panic like a conditioned reflex in Yuan Taiyi's heart in an instant. Needless to say, he knew that this reaction represented displeasure to the man in front of him, so As for his body, it seemed to act subconsciously, standing side by side with the man beside him.

"let's start."

The man whispered in his ear. After being silent for a long time, Yuan Taiyi finally clenched the bamboo knife in his hand. No one knew what was going on in his mind at that moment, only that when he slowly and stiffly raised the bamboo knife in his hand to practice "Tang Bamboo", he was a little afraid to chop.

It was as if he was afraid of disturbing a residual dream that had been going on for many years.

...

"Someone."

Just when Hino was vaguely conscious and woke up hazily, he suddenly heard the previous voice ringing in his ears again, clear and immature, like the voice of a four or five-year-old child.

"Someone."

I just don't know why, that voice keeps repeating this sentence, it seems very persistent and a little childish.

"What……?"

Hino Minoru finally woke up and asked subconsciously following the voice. Opening his eyes, he found that he seemed to be lying in the main hall of some kind of church. In his sight was the vaulted painted ceiling, on which legends of heroes in mythology were painted with colorful paints.

Hino has known this technique before. The arched dome will have a sense of open space. When looking up from the bottom up, it is like looking up at the sky.

But the murals in this hall are broken. The limestone on the dome depicting the scene of heroes challenging the gods fell off, exposing the bricks. The paint of the heroes who resisted fate in the picture faded and their bodies were mutilated. Even the "god who raised the waves" in the corner of the mural is missing the upper half of his face. It is hard to tell which god in the myth it is. smile.

Perhaps the deity on this mural originally painted a frightened expression——looking at the composition of the mural with heroes as the protagonists, Hino couldn't help but think so. But maybe it's because of the damaged picture, or maybe it's just because of the blurred shadows, Hino Minoru felt that the god with only a chin on the picture was smiling, with a mocking smile that seemed to be nothing.

And in this hall, there was a short-haired boy—maybe it is more appropriate to say a boy, squatting beside him, looking at him calmly.

"You asked me earlier, 'Is anyone home?'," the boy patiently explained to him, "so I answered you are."

"What?!"

The young man who heard the words clearly sat up from the ground suddenly. He stared at the young man with red lips and white teeth in front of him with wide eyes, and then he reacted again, rubbing against the floor and wanting to back away. However, before he could back out, half a meter away, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head. His back bumped into some hard object, and he even hit his head.

"Hiss—it hurts..."

He looked back only to realize that he had bumped into a pillar. The stone pillar was behind him impartially, and when he backed up, he happened to bump into a solid piece of porcelain.

"..."

However, seeing his funny appearance, the boy opposite him didn't show any ups and downs. The boy's lips were red and his teeth were white, and his appearance was immature, but his eyes were terribly calm. It was the vicissitudes of the world, and it seemed to be watching all the tragedies. dead silence. But how can a child of this age have such a look of "seeing everything in the world"? A child of this age should still be acting like a baby in the arms of his mother, clamoring to buy toys on the roadside.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Hino couldn't help being afraid of the boy's anomaly. He leaned against the pillar behind him and said indiscriminately. It seemed that no one had been in this hall for a long time. When he stepped back, his hands were covered with dust and even sand, and the floor under his butt was cold. It should be scorching summer, but the floor is bitterly cold.

"My name is Longtai. My father's name is Jieren, and my mother's name is Masako."

But the boy didn't answer his question directly, but just stood up from the previous squatting position. After the little boy stood up, Hino Mi realized that his estimate of the boy's age might have been wrong. Judging from his height, the boy may be eight or nine years old, maybe a little older. When he stood up, he could look down at Hino Minoru who was sitting on the ground, condescending.

It was a height that didn't match his appearance at all, so he looked a little weird, giving people a strange sense of dislocation, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Well."

This passage stunned Hino Minori. He didn't expect that the other party would actually seriously introduce his family background, and even told who his parents were. This feeling of telling the whole story is easy to gain people's trust. After all, no ghost will seriously introduce your whole family to you.

"Then why are you here, are you lost?"

Hino Mi finally remembered that he was here to investigate, but for some reason, he always felt a bit of a headache, and his brain seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, as if something he should have known had been forgotten by him, and there was something important in his mind. The memory is missing.

But forget it, maybe it doesn't matter, right?

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a result, so he could only temporarily put this question aside. Looking at the boy opposite, he suddenly felt a headache. When investigating such a dangerous place, he suddenly encountered a child who entered indiscriminately, which interrupted his plan.

"Then tell me where you live, and I'll take you home?"

"This is my home." However, the little boy tilted his head, "My sister told me that this is our home."

"Here?" Hino Minoru's mind was a little confused, looking at the dusty ground and dilapidated decorations on the ground, he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, "Don't be kidding, it hasn't been used here for many years, how could it be What about your house? It can’t be lived in at all.”

"Because it was like this five years ago." The boy said calmly.

"Five years ago, here is what you see now."