What? ! the Girls Who Like Me Have Increased Again?

Noticing the sight of the female college students nearby, the girl retorted weakly.

"It's time to shoot, just smile—"

Fujiwara Oboro also ignored this little protest.

The picture of the two snuggling together under the cherry tree was saved with the camera.

Chapter 47. Between Dolls

Happy times are always short.

Throw out the trash and pack things up.

Fujiwara Oboroya was pushing the wheelchair, chatting with the girl while strolling leisurely by the side of the road.

As the sun gradually slanted to the west, the two of them came to a certain open space where children gathered and played before they knew it.

At this time, a certain figure invariably attracted people's attention.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, now is the time for Anzhiju..."

The voice of the uncle wearing a pumpkin hat, an old overcoat, and a bronze mask on his face came slowly and long into his ears.

While yelling, the uncle slowly fiddled with something that looked like a box in his hand.

That voice seemed to be filled with some kind of strange magic power.

The children stopped what they were doing, and walked over there involuntarily one by one.

"That is... Paper Shiba House? I never thought there would be such a thing in this era."

Shaking her head, the girl felt very strange looking at the scene in front of her.

Paper Shibai, like playing paper slides, is a neon street performer that uses some comic strips to tell stories.

It is very similar to the foreign films once popular among florists.

"It's really rare. Children nowadays don't even watch TV very much, they only play with this mobile phone."

Fujiwara Oboroya looked at the uncle performing arts in the distance and sighed.

Having said that, there were more than a dozen silent children gathered around that uncle busker at the moment.

It looked a little inexplicably strange.

After all, in this era, it is hard to imagine that children who have experienced the information explosion would be interested in things that were popular in the Showa era.

"Speaking of which, I mentioned this when I heard my mother tell stories when I was young, I really miss it..."

In my memory, my mother once said that she met street performers wearing bronze masks when she was a child.

It sounds a bit similar to that uncle's dress.

"Interested in that?"

Fujiwara Oboro frowned and observed the busker not far away, while asking the girl.

Xiao Xun shook his head.

"Let's go back, it's getting late."

She was just surprised that she could still see something full of history.

"Ah."

Although I checked the information when I came here, the night view in the park should be very good.

But we must also consider the physical strength of girls and do what we can.

Moreover, he felt an inexplicable sense of incongruity in that uncle.

This strangeness was much stronger than the dead brat called Shuangyi that I had seen before.

The children who were quietly immersed in the story were completely free from the noise that should be at this age.

This eerie silence made him a little uneasy.

After hearing Xiao Kaoru's words of wanting to go back, Oboroya actually felt a little relieved in his heart.

Take the car and send the girl back to the hospital.

But Hakuya Fujiwara didn't go home directly.

Thinking of the old busker who made him feel that the atmosphere was not right.

There was also that brat Shuangyi who needed to be beaten before.

And...the silver-haired vampire lady in the class.

The cross has not yet been delivered.

Fujiwara Haku also wanted to do something before taking action against Miss Vampire.

"Fog branch, camp fog branch..."

"By the way, since there is her, I wonder if there is such a person in this world?"

A certain idea suddenly popped up in Fujiwara Obakuya's mind.

He thought of another girl who had some relationship with Miss Vampire.

Although there is some relationship, this relationship is more similar to different works of the same series.

He couldn't confirm whether that person existed in this world.

In order to confirm this, he quickly took out his mobile phone and began to search on the Internet.

"Among dolls... there really is such a place."

Maybe it's because it's dark under the lights, or maybe it's because they think they've found a perfect solution and they've slackened their relationship.

After discovering the existence of Kirie, Oboro instinctively ignored the possibility of characters from other series in the Wanhuajing series.

But it's not too late to find out now.

After checking the information on the Internet, Fujiwara Oboro got up and decided to go somewhere.

Azi Hotel in Yakufu Township, Ashi Town.

It was a hot spring inn located in the mountains of Shinshu.

In this hotel, there is a room called "between dolls".

Fortunately, it's not the peak season.

Moreover, this place can be said to be a remote mountain, so it is not a popular hotel at all.

But even so, it seems that some people have unsubscribed.

That's why he was lucky enough to book this room on the same day.

The room called "between dolls" seems to be extremely popular in the hotel.

In this way, set off immediately and start in the direction of the destination.

Although the traffic in this era has become more developed, it still took a long time because the target location is located in the mountains.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that the destination of this time appeared in the field of vision.

"It's so quiet."

Walking in the green mountains, the air is too fresh.

There is not even the sound of insects, only the faint sound of leaves underfoot.

Let the surroundings of this hotel appear more peaceful and peaceful.

He glanced at the vicious-looking stone statue of a fox by the gate, and then looked away.

Fujiwara Oboro also walked straight towards the small hotel, but the atmosphere seemed to be pretty good.

"Welcome, Mr. Fujiwara."

"It's been a hard journey, please leave your luggage to me for safekeeping."

A waitress named Haru Inamori appeared beside Oboro very kindly.

Her blue eyes are as gentle as water. Although she is not married yet, her long brown hair is coiled behind her head like a married woman.

The smile on his face didn't look like a professional smirk.

Therefore, it can make the guests feel very comfortable like a spring breeze.

The temperament on the body is just like that of Yamato Nadeko.

There is a slight deficiency, probably because there is a slight accent of a remote place in the words.

Let this young lady look somewhat cute.

"please."

Leave the bag with the waitress there.

Having finally arrived at this time's destination, Oboroya couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Force yourself to be calm.

"Then, please come in."

The gentleness in the waitress's words seemed to be able to relieve the fatigue of the passengers, which was inconceivable.

"What a beauty."

The young man couldn't help but think this way.

Fujiwara Oboro is also a very ordinary person.

When you see beautiful things, you can't help but feel better.

Most people would not have imagined that in such a deep mountain, there would be such a beautiful woman.

Go through the long and winding corridors and come directly to the destination this time.

Eight stacks of Japanese-style rooms are placed against the wall, and there are hundreds of dolls.