Desperate to meet a dog

Bad weather.

At four o'clock in the evening, a tall, thin, black-haired young man walked out of the container-like apartment and couldn't help touching his arm.

In September, the heat in the air has completely faded away, and the wind that blows over is even tentatively cold.

Especially on rainy days, the chilly feeling is like an unleashed evil spirit, clinging to people's shoulders and backs, and getting into the skin, bones, and even the soul when people are not prepared.

Huang hates this kind of weather. He is afraid of the cold, and since he was a child, he loves to stay under the kotatsu, even if the distant relatives who adopted him have always criticized his behavior.

When he grew up, he left his impatient adoptive family and stayed in Kyoto to find a job. Finally, under the care of President Otomo, he became a courier for the "Smiling Cat" Ta-Q-Bin company.In order to repay the president's kindness, Ara contracted all the night delivery business within Kurama-cho. The working hours start at five o'clock until late at night, sometimes until early morning, but the advantage of the night shift is that he can sleep enough during the day, completely Don't worry about being interrupted.

And now, it's time to go to work.

Huang put on his waterproof jacket and trousers, put on his helmet and slowly moved to his small motorcycle. A steady stream of water vapor came in through the gap of the waterproof suit, hiss—it was so cold.

He resisted the urge to ask the president for leave, started the car and drove towards Sakyo district.Four or 10 minutes later, his motorcycle stopped in front of an old building that was over 50 years old. The first floor was a warehouse, and the rolling shutter door was pulled halfway to block the water vapor. The wind blew over and made a rattling sound.A milky-white van parked outside the door greeted him alone.

He locked the car and knocked on the shutter door. After a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside. With a bang, the shutter door was lifted quickly. A bearded man who was taller than the average height of Chinese people opened the door with one arm. Holding the cigarette holder, he joked, "Yo, Ogiwara-kun, you are here. We were betting just now to see if you would ask for leave."

Huang frowned, and asked complainingly: "President, are you betting that I won't come?"

"Hahaha, after all, Ogiwara-kun, you are the one who fears the cold the most. Remember last year, you were so depressed all winter that we almost thought you had the habit of hibernating."

President Otomo, who is over fifty years old, still has an enviable physique. He pushed the shutter door and let Huang push the motorcycle through the door.Moisture rushed in like a drowned chicken, and the remaining employees who were sitting and chatting greeted each other: "Hey, Ogiwara-kun, you have worked hard."

"Everyone has worked hard." Huang took off his wet raincoat, wiped off the rain on his face and hands, and wrote his name on the sign-in board.President Otomo pulled down the shutter door again, cursing: "What a terrible weather, Ogiwara, be careful not to get wet when delivering the goods today, so as not to be blamed by customers."

"Yes." Huang nodded seriously, walked to the warehouse and asked, "How many couriers need to be delivered today?"

"Not many, they have been arranged according to the area and delivery time period. Let's drive and deliver today, be careful and safe."

"Thank you, President." Huang respectfully bowed to the president, and soon, he straightened his back and entered the working state.He checked the delivery location, simply drew a few circles on the map, and then planned the delivery route according to the location.Then he lifts the box and puts it in the van with the help of his colleagues.

The trunk of the truck was open, and the water vapor filled the cabin. There was obviously no trace of water intrusion, but there was still a sense of damp that followed.Huang wiped the bottom of the compartment with his hands worryingly, and after confirming that there was no water, he specially put a dry tarp on it. After doing all this, he stacked the boxes in one by one.The cargo boxes are arranged in an orderly manner according to the distance of the area, and there is no sign of forgetting or blocking.

Really serious.No matter how many times he watched it, President Otomo felt that this young man was extremely serious in his work, even a bit competitive. If he develops well, he should have a better future.

Just as he was thinking, Huang closed the trunk of the truck, turned around and bowed again: "President, I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road, there are still things, come back early, I will prepare supper!" President Otomo waved his hand, Huang nodded sharply, rushed into the driver's seat in the rain, and started the engine.The headlights illuminated the chaotic rain at night, and after a while, the square-headed truck drove smoothly onto the street.

Set up navigation and drive steadily on the road.When encountering bumps, the goods in the trunk will occasionally make "clang chirp" and "clang chirp" movements, and the Pisces yin and yang buttons hanging under the rearview mirror are dizzy with refracted lights and rotate with the rhythm.

Having delivered hundreds of shipments, Huang is already very familiar with the road conditions at night, and the delivery speed is relatively fast. At around eleven o'clock at night, there is only one shipment left in the trunk that is destined for "Juyue Xiaozhu". The box, with the words "handle with care" printed in a bright red circle on the tight packaging.

In order to prevent it from being damaged, Huang deliberately moved it from the back to the passenger seat, and patted it humanely: "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I will send you to the master right away."

He didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or the sound of the rain outside, but when he raised his hand, the box trembled uncontrollably.

"Kala——" a strange voice penetrated into Huang's cochlea, and he looked back at the box, the square box was firmly placed in its position without any change.

Did I just hallucinate?Huang tilted his neck suspiciously, restarted the car, and the box on the passenger seat shook again on his own initiative, but this time he did not attract the attention of the driver.

Juyue Xiaozhu is a privately run hotel, the location is a bit remote, turn into the 3-chome trail, the truck can only stop at the intersection, pull on the handbrake, hold the umbrella and get out of the car, the lights under the rainy night are fragmented With the flickering effect of a bad connection, the box tucked in the crook of the arm bounced without warning, and its contents crashed into the top against the shipping papers.Arara stopped in surprise again, reading the delivery information pasted on the box by the dim light.

The item information column says fresh food (fragile), but it doesn't indicate what kind of fresh food it is, and even if it is fresh food, it shouldn't be so alive and kicking, right?

Sender... Kurama Temple?Is that the famous Tengu Temple?What exactly are the monks inside sending?

Pictures of ghosts, gods and monsters floated in Huang's mind. He couldn't help but hold the box tightly and quicken his pace. He wanted to complete the delivery as soon as possible and send away this strange courier.Just when he saw the lacquered wooden signboard shaking in the wind and rain, an unexpected scene appeared before his eyes.

The courtyard gate of Juyue Xiaozhu was full of people. Umbrella flowers of different colors blocked the passage. Some of the crowd wore dark green bathrobes embroidered with "Juyue Xiaozhu" cursive characters. They seemed to be residents of the hotel. But this night, the guests don't stay in the hotel, what are they doing out in the rain?He walked over wonderingly, and soon, he found people in police uniforms in the jurisdiction shuttling among the residents, holding a small notebook in their hands and asking them one by one.

What happened?Holding the box, Arara squeezed into the crowd, and greeted a guest in a bathrobe, "Hi, sorry to bother you, what happened?"

The guest in the bathrobe looked at him vigilantly, and after confirming that he was not threatening, he lowered his voice and said, "Oh, it's terrible, someone died in the hotel!"

"What..." Huang's hand trembled, almost dropping the "fragile item" in his hand.

The police officer in uniform noticed him, pushed through the crowd and walked over, saluted in a regular manner, and then spread out the somewhat damp notebook: "What a bad rainy night," he began in a complaining tone, "I'm Nakamura, what's your name?"

Ara came back to his senses, and replied cautiously: "My name is Ogihara, and I work in the smiling Neko's Delivery Service. Today I'm here to deliver the courier."

"You mean that there is your recipient in Juyue Xiaozhu?"

Huang replied: "Yes, it's a man named... Shibata Hiroshi."

Nakamura was stunned for a moment, and asked again in disbelief. Huang felt puzzled, repeated it again, and then asked in puzzlement, "Is there any question?"

"Ah...you just heard that there was a criminal case in the hotel, and the victim was your addressee, Hiroshi Shibata." Nakamura muttered and scratched his head, "Damn what a coincidence..."

Huang also agreed with Nakamura, he looked down at the express box, and for some reason, the box vibrated violently again.

The sudden movement made both Huang and Nakamura startled. With a shake of Huang's hand, the box fell out of his control and fell to the ground. "Bang bang", the blood color faded from Huang's face in an instant, that's terrible!broke!

He quickly squatted down and picked up the box, but the bottom of the box was still soaked in water, and the color was darker.Huang frowned anxiously, his mind was filled with images of being scolded by President Otomo, completely forgetting the shock caused by the shock just now.

Huang forgot but Nakamura did not. He called his colleagues to disperse the tourists who were unwilling to go back to the hotel to rest, and asked cautiously, "Just now... did your express box move?"

Huang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the reason why his hands slipped just now.He hugged the box, neither threw it nor put it down, and nodded awkwardly at Nakamura: "Yes, just now...I felt it too."

"What's in this package?"

"I don't know." Huang replied honestly, "The information says fresh food."

"What kind of fresh food can be so alive?" Nakamura murmured strangely, and gestured to Ara, "Do you have a box opener? Open it and have a look."

"But this express mail has not been signed for."

"I'll sign for you, and I'll also issue a police investigation certificate, so open it." Nakamura reassured Huang, urged him to open it, and even pretended that he didn't do anything, and the police next to him would do it for him.After hesitating for a while, Huang carefully put down the box, took out the box opener in his pocket, and cut open the sealing tape, the cardboard bounced off with a crisp syllable.

Before Huang could make a move, a strange gust of wind roared out of the box, the lacquered wood signboard of "Juyue Xiaozhu" swayed wildly, the twisted hinges made a "creaking" sound, and the street lamps suddenly came together Short circuit, and the lights of the hotel and nearby residents' homes were also annihilated, darkness fell, and soon, the crowd screamed, short and high-pitched, one after another.

"Be careful—everyone, don't panic!" The police officer's voice was drowned out in the screams, seemingly useless.

Huang squatted on the ground, and the moment the strong wind blew, he was thrown to the ground. He sat down in the water with his hands on the ground, and the endless cold air penetrated into his skin. He flinched, it was so cold.

As soon as the prologue kicked off, the end came. A few seconds later, the lights came back on and shone on the chaotic crowd. Those who called and screamed found their souls in an instant, and everyone, whether they knew it or not, gathered together. , looking around in shock.

The police officers were also out of breath. Some of them appeased the crowd, while others surrounded Huang and the box he sent, and watched them sternly.Huang stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and as soon as he stood firmly, he heard Nakamura question suspiciously: "Do you really not know what is in the box?"

"I don't know." Huang wiped his face and replied angrily, "Look at me like this, how much better than you?"

Huang was miserable, even the worst among the people present. He was wet all over, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and even his lips were white.Nakamura glanced at him a few times, then asked in a calm tone, "Sorry, I'm also making a routine inquiry. Can I see the box?"

"Please." Huang took a step back, clutching his arms and trying to regain his body temperature, careless, is it so cold today...

Nakamura squatted down and carefully opened the cardboard, one layer after another... When the opened box appeared in front of the policeman, everyone was stunned.There is nothing in the wet box, only an egg-shaped space carved out of cardboard, and it seems that the "fresh food" that was delivered was originally fixed here.

Nakamura was dumbfounded, turned his head and asked, "Why is it empty?"

"I don't know, I haven't opened it." Huang was questioned inexplicably, with a somewhat unhappy tone, "If you think I have any questions, you can go back to my company to ask!"

Nakamura was not intimidated by his harsh tone, but followed his words: "Alright, if necessary, I will visit... the smiling cat, please give me the contact address."

Huang scratched his drenched hair, helplessly wrote down the address of the company and the apartment, and finally left his mobile phone number. After finishing all this, he asked, "Can I go first?"

"Thank you for your cooperation, let's go back to rest early." Nakamura nodded, "Goodbye."

Huang shrugged with a wry smile, said goodbye to the policeman politely, then picked up his umbrella, and walked towards the truck with his cold body in his arms.

The police officers went to their positions to investigate again, but no one noticed that a small strange black whirlwind rolled up where the street lights could not be found...

The author has something to say: an impromptu work, to commemorate my onmyoji who got out of the pit...