Not too many out of four

The sky suddenly drizzled like fluff, and the rain began to fall on their hair and shoulders. They didn't even realize that it was raining, until the accumulated drizzle left little dark marks on the tombstone.

Nakahara Chuya held up an umbrella to cover Li Jia belatedly: "It seems to be raining, should we still go to the cemetery administrator?"

If the relatives buried in the cemetery want to take them away, they must first inform the administrator of the cemetery, arrange and prepare all the procedures before they can act.

If you plan to finish the matter in one day, the time may be a little tight, and you need to go through the procedures quickly.

"Well, let's go through the formalities first." He also didn't feel much about the drizzle, and focused on quietly communicating with his mother in a low voice in his heart. Li Jia raised his head to respond to the sound, only to find a large black and thick umbrella on top of his head.

It seemed that the big umbrella was more than enough to cover two or three people, but she didn't even notice that she came down with an umbrella when she walked in Zhongyuan, who was responsible for finding a place to park at the end.

The drizzle swept away the residual heat on the surface of the body with a hint of refreshment, as if it had gently soothed their spirits, and the thoughtful and suitable time came at just the right time. If it weren't for the fear that Lijia would catch a cold easily after being exposed to the rain for a long time, it would be nice to enjoy walking in the rain occasionally.

"When we just came in, was the administrator in the duty room?" "Mr. Nakaya" had no intention of squeezing the seat under the umbrella, and walked in front with a relaxed gait.

Not to mention such a light rain, even the heavy rain didn't affect them too much. They didn't need gravity protection to isolate the rainwater, and walked quietly on the brick road to enjoy the fine rain and mist of water falling down, bringing summer coolness.

If their location is not a cemetery, it is indeed a very suitable place for a walk to relax the spirit.

"It doesn't seem like there is?" "Zhongya" pressed his wide felt hat, be careful not to be blown away by the wind accompanied by rain: "But the cemetery is open at any time, and thieves usually don't set their minds on this kind of place, so there is no need to keep an eye on it all the time." If necessary, probably hide in the lounge."

The administrators in charge of guarding the cemetery often need to watch the night. There may be several people in the cemetery in a big city who take turns to be in charge of the night watch. However, there is nothing to guard in the cemetery in such a small place. If no one is seen during the day, it is likely to be hiding. Enjoy air conditioning in the lounge.

"Mr. Chuya" pondered: "Could it be like this?"

Following Li Jia, "Mr. Zhongye" huddled under the umbrella grasped the big tail covered with a thin layer of water mist, trying to wring the tail with his hands in annoyance: "Tsk, why is it raining suddenly?"

It made his tail wet, and if it weren't for the hats covering his ears, he would also get water along with him.

"Mr. Zhongye, I have a handkerchief here." Li Jia handed over her own handkerchief. A certain fluffy half-cat seemed to dislike the feeling of wet hair from the rain, but "Zhongye" and "Mr. Zhongye" who were walking in front I didn't care at all.

Moyo is also affected by cats’ dislike of getting their fur wet. “Mr. Zhongye” looks a little irritable now. He even holds his tail firmly in his hand to prevent it from flying away. Go out under the umbrella.

"Thank you." The boy with cat ears thanked sullenly, his attention was drawn away by the big water-absorbing tail, making him very irritable.

His well-articulated, slender and strong fingers were wrapped in black leather gloves, and he held the handle of the umbrella and tilted the umbrella towards them, not caring at all that his other shoulder would get wet from the rain.

"Brother Zhongye, in fact, it's okay if the umbrella doesn't lean towards us." Li Jia helped him by his hand, wanting him to come over so that his shoulder would not be outside the protection zone.

The space under the umbrella is a barrier, which can protect those who stay under the umbrella from evil spirits.

They are now in the cemetery, and after leaving Fuji Peak, Xiangli's peaceful and soothing mood gradually lifted in front of Xiangli's tomb. She was still a little afraid that she would encounter some wet and strange-shaped ghosts on a rainy day.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted softly: "Huh?"

His gaze followed her to the top of his head, and he responded indifferently: "It's okay, you are the ones who need umbrellas most right now."

Li Jia is weak and cannot be exposed to the rain for a long time. "Mr. Zhongye" has the upper hand in cat thinking, and hates water to wet his fur. In fact, he can use an umbrella or not, but he just thinks it will be more convenient for him to hold an umbrella.

"Brother Zhongye, aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Li Jia turned her head to look left and right, but the rest of them didn't seem to pay attention to her side, and asked in a low voice.

There was a trace of nervousness in the watery blue eyes. They obviously chose to come during the day, but they didn't see the administrator when they entered the cemetery, and they only stayed for four or ten minutes. The sky suddenly became overcast and fluff began to float raindrops.

"Ghost?" Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "There are no ghosts in the world, and if there are ghosts, they dare not move around when people come out."

If there are ghosts in the world, the mafia is probably the profession that is most likely to be hunted by ghosts.

"But but..." She was so nervous that she didn't dare to turn her head too much, she just turned her eyes left and right, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhongye doesn't think it's too quiet here?"

There are only their voices and the sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves nearby. When they walked past the gate of the cemetery, they felt that the road was only a few steps away, but now they seem to have walked for seven or eight minutes, and they still haven’t seen the administrator on duty. room.

"Mr. Zhongye" and "Zhongye" were obviously not far in front of them, but when Li Jia looked up, he always felt that their figures were beginning to become blurred.

Isn't this really a ghost's spell, a way to separate them and break them one by one?

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't take it too seriously and said, "Is it because we are the only ones who come to worship today?"

It wasn't a big cemetery in the first place, and it was impossible for people to come to worship every day. It just happened that they met a day when no one was there, and it was not a special thing.

When he went to the cemetery before, he rarely bumped into others, and he was able to speak his mind better when he staggered the time without others, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Unable to refute Nakahara Chuya's words, Li Jia had no choice but to keep her mouth shut, and tried her best to keep up with their footsteps so that she would not accidentally be left alone, leave the umbrella's protection range and fall into the ghost's trap.

"They seem to have reached the duty room?" Nakahara Nakaya's sharp eyes noticed that the person walking in front stopped, and the duty room, which would not be lit during the day, turned on the light source because of the gloomy sky.

The bright and faint candlelight that looked like it was luring moths in, Li Jia was a little afraid to hold Nakahara Chuya's hand tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Is there the duty room?"

Why does it feel different from the duty room they first saw, with a gloomy and ominous atmosphere.

Of course, this may also be an illusion produced by Li Jia's fear, she muttered softly: "Mr. Chuya, why don't they go in?"

"Are you waiting for us?" Zhong Yuan Zhongye's ears turned red, he coughed a few times and replied, "Let's go faster, don't keep them waiting."

Li Jia nodded slightly, and slowly turned from the movement of holding his arm to behind him with only a small half of his body exposed, and looked anxiously at the duty room in front of him, which had a gloomy atmosphere.

"Mr. Zhongye" watched their movements with a frown, and decisively stuffed his tail to Li Jia: "This is for you, and you won't be so scared if you hold the tail."

She was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Mr. Zhongye."

A large fluffy tail is grasped in the hand, bringing some moisture and warmth, and the bones hidden deep in the pile of hair have some hard feeling, but the sense of security slowly and naturally rises just by grasping it with both hands.

She didn't seem to be that scared. Looking carefully, maybe it was because of the rain and fog that she felt the appearance of "Mr. Chuya" and the others. The distance was not really because of some ghost spells and enchantments.

"The administrator doesn't seem to be inside." Looking in from the window, neither the duty room nor the small lounge with the open door inside looks like there are people.

"Not inside?" Li Jia put her foot on her head and looked around, looking around, it really didn't look like someone was there.

They didn't say hello to the administrator when they came in, maybe he had gone out and left temporarily at that time.

When there is only one administrator in the entire cemetery, it is possible to leave occasionally to go shopping.

After all, the lounge is almost half of the cemetery caretaker's home. He stays here all day, and always finds time to go shopping in town.

"Do you want to go back then?" She hesitated.

It is not impossible to delay a day to go back to the old site in Aichi County, leave a note for the administrator or copy down the landline phone number here, and make an appointment the next day.

"Standing here stupidly, I don't know how long we'll have to wait. Let's go back first." "Mr. Zhongye" couldn't wait to respond to Li Jia's words, he was fed up with the wet environment outside.

Going back to rest earlier can also seize the position next to Li Jia.

"We have to clean up first when we go back." Li Jia rubbed the tail of her hand in distress, rubbing a knot on her face: "When I went out, I didn't think it would rain here, and all the bedding stuffed in the cabinet can't be moved. Come out to dry."

Fengchen has not been moved out for a long time, and I am afraid that small bugs have begun to grow in the bedding. If I don't take it out to dry it well, I don't know how to sleep tonight.

"There are spare blankets and sleeping bags in the car, if we can't do it, let's spend the night first." "Mr. Nakaya" said helplessly in a low voice.

They discussed eagerly here, and Zhong Yuan looked at the lights in the duty room and became more and more confused: "When we came in, the lights were not turned on here, right?"

The sky was overcast from the first 10 minutes of rain, with a howling wind.

If the administrator is really not in the duty room, why are the lights in it on?This should be the light that was just turned on.

Li Jia was so frightened that his hair stood up, and he tightly grasped "Mr. Zhongye" by the tail: "Okay, it seems like this..."

The lights turned on inexplicably, the administrator who suddenly disappeared, the sky with drizzle and mist, all these elements can almost constitute the opening scene of a horror movie in her mind.

"Zhong Ye" tentatively twisted the door lock, and the door was locked from the inside without accident, and it is impossible for people outside to open the door without the key: "It's locked, do you want to open it and go in to have a look?"

Either the caretaker locked the door with a key before going out, or he locked the door inside because he didn't want to see them inside, either way is interesting.

"It's raining heavily, let's go in and have a look." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up, the sound of the rain falling on the umbrella became more and more urgent and dull, even if he went back to the car now, his clothes might be wet by the rain from the wind .

Whether it's to hide from the rain or the research administrator specifically hides their meaning, the only way to find out is to go in.

"Zhong Ye" simply broke the lock and pushed open the door of the duty room.

Li Jia glanced at the ground subconsciously, and it was very obvious that little by little water stains fell on the dark ground.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also put away his umbrella and shook, and asked casually.

She shook her head again and again, and moved a few steps away to let others come in.

The interior space of the duty room is not large, and it is usually only a place for the administrator to move around alone. Suddenly, five of them are squeezed in, and it will inevitably appear a bit cramped.

The weak incandescent lamp could not illuminate the entire lounge. The corner wallpaper was covered with various newspapers, and the corners were starting to turn yellow. The words and pictures could not be seen clearly. I don’t know why the administrator didn’t remove it.

"Mao Tian...?" Li Jia leaned over to look at the only newspaper that could read clearly, "Is this a newspaper from 15 years ago?"

The year and time are very old, because it has not been well preserved, the degree of fading and yellowing is very serious, even the largest characters on the news page, she can only vaguely read a few scattered words: "New cutting-edge... Genius engineer, Mao Tian Sir, is it?"

The light here is too weak, and she struggled to keep her eyes open, not only because of the faded and lost text for a long time in the past, but also because of the deeply drawn out parts with a black marker pen.

The newspapers pasted on the wall were so fragile that she didn't even dare to lift them with her hands, for fear that the newspapers would become crumbs and fall down.

"Does the administrator admire this Mr. Maotian very much?" The walls of the duty room are covered with relevant news and newspapers of Mr. Maotian. She only vaguely remembers that the administrator of the cemetery is an old man who has lost his children and is the administrator of the cemetery. It's been decades.

I haven't heard of anyone who admires him very much.

"...Hey, take a look here." Zhong Yuan's voice sank slightly, and his expression didn't look very good.

Putting your finger against the old yellowed paper, you clicked on the familiar name: "What's going on here?"

The dilapidated notepad seemed to fall apart when picked up, and every page in it began to be damp and deformed. The originally thin notepad was thickened and filled with gaps, and each code and name was carefully copied on it.

When her sight touched the familiar number, Li Jia said in surprise, "Isn't this where my mother was buried?"

Each location in the cemetery will have a special number arranged in rows and columns for the convenience of management. The prefix is ​​the English abbreviation of the name of the cemetery, and the suffix is ​​the different location of each tomb in the cemetery.

This is for the convenience of checking the location of the tombstone of the person buried here in a timely manner. As long as you know the name and find the code, you can quickly find the cemetery you want to worship in the cemetery.

It's just that Li Jia and the others didn't come over to ask Fujimine Yukari's location at the beginning. She was almost in charge of the funeral at the beginning, and watching her mother's burial with her own eyes naturally wouldn't forget her mother's location.

She even remembered that it was a very special code, which happened to coincide with her mother's birthday, so it was very easy to remember.

"This is... my name?" Li Jia looked a little dazed. If I read it correctly, this notebook should all record the names of people who have been buried.

On the left side of Fujimine Yukari's name is Fujimine Toshika's name, and on the right side is a completely blacked-out position, which seems to be a specially prepared number for their mother and daughter.

She suddenly remembered that when she was organizing the funeral, no matter the location of the burial or other matters, everything went very smoothly.

She, who was supposed to be in a hurry and was overwhelmed, managed to organize her mother's funeral smoothly, and even the most troublesome burial location in the cemetery accidentally got a good location with the same code as her mother's birthday.

"The place where my mother was buried was said by the administrator that there was a good place for being returned by other guests."

Now think about it carefully, is the reason for the price reduction because of the temporary refund too far-fetched?She vaguely remembered that many rich people wanted to secure the location of her mother's cemetery, but they had no choice but to give up because they couldn't win the bidding.

So at that time, how did this position fall into her hands so easily?

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned to the next page to observe through the light, and said slowly: "The position on the right is not simply blacked out, it used to be a name."

It's just that the previous page has been completely blacked out, and the next page is covered by other names so that people can't see the names on it clearly.

"Mr. Zhongye" pursed his lips in thought, and said, "Li Jia, your mother's tomb is a double tomb, right?"

It seems that the tombstone will be particularly large, and the location is quite spacious. The tombstones located nearby are all written with the names of the couple, but Fujimine Yukari is the same name.

"Yes..." She nodded hesitantly, frowned and said softly: "Mr. Administrator said that location was cheaper than a single tomb."