"Ding~ Tokyo Station is here..."

With the prompt bell from the subway to arrive, Fujiwara Natsuki, wearing a thick coat, walked out of the subway with her luggage. The sudden chill made her shudder.

Unlike the warmest city of Ise in the south, Tokyo is at the coldest time of the year. Even if you prepare to wear a thick down jacket in advance, you can still feel a little chill.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Tu Yumen Xiuluo, who was waving to him with excitement, and was full of vitality.

Mikoto Torimon stood behind her, wearing a plain white coat and a pure white wool hat, with a elegant temperament...

Fujiwara Natsuki also waved her hand happily and responded to them...

Doudou~

The bus whistled and slowly drove away from the subway station. The surrounding scenery passed by at a constant speed.

"That's great, Sister Xia Shu, I didn't expect that we could go to the same school together."

On the bus, Xiu Luo held Xia Shu's hand and said happily.

They are both the three major gods in Japan, and the Tumumen family and the Fujiwara family are considered family friends. There are often communication between the two. In a sense, the Tumumen Suira and Fujiwara Natsuki are also considered childhood friends.

"Speaking of it, Xiaoxiashu, we haven't seen each other for more than a year. I heard that you went to study in Britania, but why are you suddenly thinking about coming back to Shinto University?" Mikoto asked curiously.

Fujiwara Natsuki then pulled some hair and said seriously.

"No reason, grandpa is old, and someone always needs to inherit the temple."

Mikoto's eyes gradually softened.

"What a filial child. I would have liked to learn more from you."

Tuyumen Xiuluo said a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, mom, am I not filial?"

"Oh by the way..."

Mikoto ignored Xiuluo and suddenly remembered something. She took out a thermos cup from her bag, opened the lid and poured a little black liquid, which contained a little residual heat, steaming the heat.

"This is the shredded ginger coke I cooked this morning. You can drink it and warm your body."

As he said that, he handed over the cup lid.

Fujiwara Natsuki did not refuse, and took the lid and drank it in small mouthfuls. It was delicious and fragrant.

After drinking this cup, she could clearly feel that her stomach began to heat up and gradually spread throughout her body, and the chill just now was dispelled.

"Thank you, Aunt Mikoto, you are still so careful."

Xiuluo saw it, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Mikoto Torimon incredibly.

"Mom! I don't know that you cooked shredded ginger cola in the morning."

Mikoto ignored her again, with a gentle smile on her face and asked curiously.

"Didn't Mr. Fujiwara come to see you off?"

"The old man got off the bus when he passed by Aichi Prefecture and said he wanted to discuss some things with Uncle Shinji."

Mikoto nodded, "When I came here in the morning, I seemed to have heard Shinji say he wanted to receive some guests."

Then, as if he realized something, he looked at Xiuluo.

"By the way, Xiuluo, what did you just say?"

Tuyumen Xiuluo bulged her cheeks and turned her head proudly with a snorted voice. She looked very angry, but she still couldn't coax her...

Mikoto Torimon:…

...

Fujiwara Natsuki looked curiously at the scenery in the distance through the window, which was the location of Shinjuku District.

The buildings, houses, and streets are covered with moss and flowers, like a wise old man who has been through weather and time, and more like a rebirth after destruction. The hope brought by despair has a poignant beauty.

No matter what happened here before, the scenery of this scene was undoubtedly a kind of shock to Fujiwara Natsuki and the others.

"Have the Tokyo government not thought about what to do here yet?" Fujiwara Natsuki asked.

"I heard that Uncle Matsuhara intends to use the place where the monster died as a tourist attraction." said Torimono's metropolitan Xiuluo.

Fujiwara Natsuki's eyes lit up, "Smart, the gimmick of where supernatural creatures appeared is enough to attract people from all over the world to come here. I think that when Tokyo's economy broke out again."

Mikoto Torimon could not understand anything economics, but she nodded.

"That's good. It would be a pity if such a beautiful scenery was dealt with."

Xiu Luo looked around carefully and said strangely.

"Strange, I came to school last time and didn't seem to have passed this road."

"Maybe it was a detour because of Shinjuku District." Fujiwara Natsuki said.

"But...ah!"

Xiuluo wanted to say something, but suddenly, the bus accelerated and rushed into the tunnel not far away.

boom!!

Then there was a loud explosion, and the ground suddenly collapsed, the whole vehicle was overturned by a certain force, and the tunnel collapsed due to the explosion, buried the exit, and all the vehicles in the entire tunnel were trapped inside...

When Fujiwara Natsuki woke up again, she was awakened by crying.

She opened her eyes in confusion, endured the pain and observed the surroundings. She turned around and turned the deformed vehicle, and her vision was dim. She could only rely on the flames of the burning oil from the vehicles not far away to see clearly.

The people in the car were more or less injured, including her forehead being knocked through, her head covered in blood, and she was a little dizzy.

The driver who brought them in was dead, and a steel bar penetrated his chest, widened his pupils, and died with his eyes open.

There were crying in the vehicle, and there were wailings of despair and pain, and crying for help everywhere.

"I feel so painful, who can come to save me?"

"Mom, I'm so scared."

Fujiwara Natsuki's eyes were in the car trying to find the two of the Tujimen family. She struggled to turn around and paused.

Tuyumen Xiuluo lay in Mikoto Tuyumen's arms with a pale face. She had difficulty breathing and her right eye was covered in blood. She didn't know what was going on.

"Mom...I hurt so much..."

Xiuluo said in a weak voice.

Mikoto hugged Xiuluo tightly and pressed against her face. She didn't care even if her cheeks were stained with blood. The soft voice sootheed Xiuluo's uneasy heart.

"It's okay, mom is here, mom will always be with you. If you endure it, we will be able to go out soon. When your injury heals, we will go to Shinjuku District with dad. OK?"

"Okay~"

Fujiwara Natsuki tried to see if Xiuluo had any other injuries by taking advantage of the faint light, and looked down.

Then, her pupils shrank slightly, she suddenly raised her hand and covered her mouth, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Xiuluo seemed to struggle to look down at her wounds, but Mikoto stretched out her palm to cover her eyes, her voice still soft.

"Xiuluo, mom will sing a song for you."

Mikoto Tujimon's cherry lips opened slightly, tears slid down the corners of her mouth, and at the same time, singing came from her throat...

"エウテペいたののよ【Blooming wild flowers】~"

Accompanied by the singing, the crying around gradually stopped, and everyone calmed down and stared at Mikoto Torimon.

Maybe it doesn't sound nice, but it's gentle and calm, as if there is some magic to soothe the uneasy heart of everyone in the car...

Tear ~

Fujiwara Natsuki struggled to climb to the side of Xiuluo, tore open the clothes on her body, and gave her a simple bandage first aid.

At this moment, a light attracted everyone's attention.

They turned their eyes and on the complex terrain, a group of people in black suits slowly walked towards this side. Even in such a dim area, they were still wearing sunglasses.

Looking at the lights that shine, everyone thought they had seen hope...
Chapter completed!