I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

Mr. Puguchi's home is very simple, and there are few fashionable and emerging products in the arrangement of the table or the surrounding appliances.

It looks like a scene from the last century in a documentary.

At this time, the old lady Puguchi coughed twice, and Mr. Puguchi pushed her into another room, held his wife's arms and legs, and carried her to the bed.

Then he came out again, said a few words of kind concern, invited the boys to drink two cups of tea, and said a few more words, telling him not to panic if something happened, just call him.

The boys bid farewell to Mr. Pukou at the gate, and followed his instructions to go up the mountain. As the paved road disappeared, the trees on both sides became taller and denser. As expected, there was a path of stone steps at the end.

The rich forest atmosphere spreads over the surface.

"This is new."

One person stepped on it first, and was almost slipped by the overgrown moss on the stone steps.

He waved his arms twice, laughed loudly, and said to the classmates behind him, "Come on, let's compete to see who gets to the shrine first."

After all, he turned around and ran up first.

The boys followed happily.

Only Heizi and Heichuan remained in place, walking slowly.

"I didn't feel like I was a good fit."

Heichuan said, "But when I think of having Heizi with me, I don't think I'm lonely anymore."

Heizi stood aside: "No."

"Because everyone can't notice me, Kurokawa is actually alone in the eyes of his classmates."

"is it?"

"Yes."

They walked for 5 minutes and came across the creek mentioned by Mr. Pukou. The clear water flowed down from the mountain and flowed over the bluestones, which was quite clear like a landscape painting.

Kurokawa walked over a few steps, and curiously stretched out his hand to explore, and it was exactly as Mr. Uraguchi said, with a biting chill.

"Kurokawa—"

Heizi shouted from the path, "Let's catch up—"

"I can't catch up."

"Let's just give up."

what?

Who is saying this.

Just as Heichuan was about to answer Heizi, he didn't expect a masculine voice from beside him.

He looked sideways and found that the source of the sound was behind a big rock. The rock was covered with green moss and smooth all over.

Heizi also heard the sound here, and he stepped on the dirt and jumped down.

"Who is that?"

"Zechuan, are you kidding me?"

"It's me."

A head protruded from behind the boulder.

Black hair, black face, the whole face is pitch black at first glance, but it is not black.With a big face and curved eyes, it looks harmless to humans and animals.

He only stretched out his head, lying behind the stone, quietly watching Kurokawa and the others.

"What are you doing."

"Are you hurt?"

Kurokawa asked.

The dark man replied, "I'm telling a story."

"Do you want to listen?"

This weirdo seems to be the kind of suspenseful character that often appears in thriller novels.

Hei Zizhe was about to pull Hei Chuan away, "Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Kurokawa suddenly asked: "What story."

Seeing Heizi's confusion, Heichuan tilted his head and slightly covered his words with his hands, "This existence seems to be Chuannan."

"Chuan Nan?"

"Well, I heard it's a ghost who likes to tell stories by the river."

"Ghost?"

"Well, what's wrong."

Heizi paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Heichuan, what I want to say is that this is the first time I've seen a ghost."

He looked at the dark Chuan Nan, "I mean, this is the first time I have come into contact with non-human creatures."

Is it too calm?

Hei Zizhe also seemed to want to say this.

Fortunately, he has a strong heart, but he calmed down after 3 minutes, "This is Chuannan."

"Of course it's Chuan Nan."

The dark monster replied, "But this Chuannan is not the protagonist of this story."

"Is the protagonist your friend?" Kurokawa asked.

Chuan Nan shook his head: "Chuan Nan is a story-telling monster by the river, how could he act the story in person. But Chuan Nan sits by the water day after day, those who flow from the top of the mountain, from the roots of trees, and from the rocks The river water that came down told Chuan Nan a lot of news."

"Do you want to hear a story?"

"Hey--"

"Kuroko--"

"Kurokawa—"

"Why don't you come up yet?"

A voice came from the top of the stone steps. The boy's shout wandered and spread in the forest, startling countless forest birds.

As the sound of flapping wings dissipated, the classmate also jumped down, "Why is Kurokawa the only one, Heizi?"

"Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"I was always here."

Heizi spoke.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

The classmate was taken aback.

He beat his heart hard.

"Heizi don't appear so suddenly."

"By the way, what are you two doing here?"

Kurokawa looked at the big gray stone, but found that the Chuannan on it had disappeared.

The two of them climbed up from the bank.

Heizi said, "It's like a dream."

The appearance of the monster is like a dream.

It wasn't the first time Kurokawa felt this way.

Gathered in mountains, forests and waters, invisible, colorless, and silent, but when humans appear, they seem to be endowed with a certain ability, jumping from the void to humans, talking, telling stories, doing interesting things, or being gods It's weird and unpredictable.

"The temple on the hill is really, really awesome."

Looking for the description of their classmate's hand and foot dance, "It's like an inhuman place in anime."

"Sure enough, only that kind of place can be regarded as the habitat of the gods."

He thought of something and said: "I always feel that the shrine located in the downtown area seems to be too close to human beings. It is not so much the residence of gods as it is the gathering place of human beings."

The place that this student praised so much was actually an abandoned shrine that was infested with greenery.

Whether it is stone steps or torii gates, they have become messy moss dwellings because they have been left unattended all year round.

There is a wooden sign next to the torii, which says "—— Shrine Miyamanei".

There are two characters polluted, and it is impossible to see what kind of shrine this used to be.

Pass through the torii, walk up the stone steps, and climb up the approach road leading directly to the shrine's worship hall. Surrounded by towering old trees surrounded by several people, they are also lush and green.

"what--"

"The soul is cleansed."

I don't know who made that sound.

"You are so late."

A few students came out from behind the worship hall, "This place has really been abandoned for a long time."

The classmate pointed to the dilapidated paper door of the hall of worship and said, "Look, there are many big holes here."

Kurokawa walked over and saw the green-stained Komaru on both sides.

Pointing to the paper door, he said, "This paper door is newly replaced."

"Why?" someone asked.

"Because it's clean."

Heichuan touched the dust on the paper door, "Although it is very old, there is no dust at all."

"It's not so much the wind that blows a small stone to break."

He gestured, "It's more like a naughty child broke it on purpose."

"Hey?"

"There will still be such a nasty child."

A classmate who was very reverent of ghosts and gods put his palms together and said silently: "We didn't do it, we didn't do it, if there are gods, don't look for us."

"You're exaggerating too much."

Someone patted him on the head.

"How can there be a god here?"

"Woooooo-"

A choking wild wind blew by, like a woman's weak cry.

The students were so scared that they looked at the sky one after another.

"Of course there is a god."

The classmate who prayed was Ge Tian.

He told what happened to his grandfather.

"It was a very, very long time ago. Black and white TVs hadn't entered the country yet, let alone wide and smooth roads."

"My grandfather was still a farmer working for a big landlord at that time. Well, you also know that although it was not as harsh as in ancient times, and there was no difference between warriors and ordinary people, it is still different whether you have money or not. .”

"Although my grandfather is hard-working and honest, he still doesn't have much money left in a year. It's the same no matter what era it is. The rich are getting richer, and the poor are getting richer."

"One evening he finished his work in the fields and walked home along the path."

"Maybe it was because it was too hot. He walked under a willow tree and wanted to rest. When he sat down, he heard a voice say: 'You have crushed me!'"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa—"

The students screamed in fright, feeling that the howling of the wild wind became more terrifying.

Ge Tian cleared his throat and continued talking.

"Grandpa stood up quickly, thinking that he had crushed someone's arm, but there was nothing underneath."

"Who are you!"

"Grandfather yelled."

"Is it an ant, is it a worm, is it the tail of a fox, the palm of a baboon, or the root of a willow tree."

Ge Tian shook his head.

"neither."

"A god."

"The gods said it was pressed into the soil, and I hope my grandfather can dig him out."

"Under the guidance of that voice, my grandfather dug up the willow tree, and dug out a stone tablet from the soil with scriptures carved on it."

"what is that."

"It's Dao Patriarch God."

"What's that?" someone asked.

"It's the god at the intersection." Kurokawa replied.

He has read a lot of monster books these days, and knows a thing or two.

Kurokawa continued to answer: "Stone gods with no society and no shrine are usually in the shape of male and female intercourse or genitals, and there are also carved words on stone tablets."

"Yes Yes."

Ge Tian nodded.

"It's Dao Patriarch God."

"At that time, everyone knows that factories were opened in a hurry, industrial waste water was thrown into rivers, and big rumbling trucks ran around on the road."

"Pedestrians in the past saw the Dao ancestor god at the intersection, and they might have to worship earnestly, hoping that their next journey will be smooth sailing."

"Nowadays, when people sit on a big truck, they already look at people with contempt, let alone look at small stone tablets."

"The Dao ancestor said that he was kicked by a car and crushed into the soil. The people behind him ignored him and walked over on their own. Until the soil became thicker and thicker."

"If it wasn't for my grandfather, I'm afraid this Dao ancestor god would disappear from now on."

"Why?" A classmate asked.

"Because gods are forgotten and disappear, it's very pitiful." Ge Tian said.