The sky outside has quietly turned into dusk, and the light in the bar has become increasingly confusing.
Minamoto Yorimitsu dismissed another girl who came to ask for her contact information. He looked away from the management e-book on his mobile phone and pinched the corners of his eyes that were a little sour.
"It's almost time to go."
From the time he came here to find Gu Zhengying at two o'clock in the afternoon, he had been sitting here for more than four hours, mainly because the atmosphere was indeed quite quiet.
But as time goes by, the atmosphere in the bar gradually opens up, the romance of the big city comes one after another, and there are gradually more young men and women.
The atmosphere of the bar gradually spreads.
“I’ll have to bring a physical book next time.”
Minamoto Yorimitsu thought of the book "The Practice of Management" that was always with him. That book had been idle in his apartment room for some time, as if he had been addicted to the tea ceremony.
I looked at my phone again.
No messages or calls.
Once again rejecting a city beauty's invitation to drink, Minamoto no Raimitsu walked out of the bar and onto the street. The sky had completely darkened in a short time.
Compared to Sakyo Ward, which is home to various universities and has a strong scientific and educational atmosphere, Fushimi Ward, which evolved as an ancient castle town, is undoubtedly more smoky.
Only here the houses are generally low.
Even during the bubble economy period, it was the administrative district with the worst economic development and the largest population in Kyoto.
The car was temporarily borrowed by Gu Zhengying.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was quite leisurely today. He wandered around the street casually and planned to take a taxi back when he was tired. He rarely walked alone anymore.
Most of the time I go out with a girl by my side. To be honest, I thought it was okay when I first got in touch with her, but after a long time I wanted to be alone.
After all, who can use skills without cooling down?
Minamoto no Yorimitsu walked aimlessly, and then remembered what happened to Kogi Seimei. He took out his mobile phone and opened the address book to look at the newly added contacts.
Although he doesn't know Xiaomu Qingming's family.
But He Yahe and Xiaomu Qingming have known each other since junior high school. According to what Xiaomu told him before, He Yahe often went to his house to watch movies.
Probably Ogi Seimei is more honest and obedient.
Therefore, the elders in his family do not restrain him very much. People who have a sense of self-discipline have been sensible since childhood and do not need to be restrained by their parents.
On the contrary, Gu Zhengying's tutor was quite strict. When he was in junior high school, he would look at girls all day long. After school, he would rush to buy DVDs, but he didn't dare to watch them at home, so he could only run to Xiaomu's house.
It stands to reason that Taniwa Zhengying's grades are far away from going to Beijing University, but it seems that his parents happen to have connections with high school directors at home, and they spent a lot of money to use their high school's recommended quota.
After thinking for a moment, he dialed the number.
"Dudu——"
The call sounded.
Was quickly connected.
"Hello, this is Xiaomu's house."
A gentle voice came from the other side of the phone.
When Minamoto Yorimitsu asked for the number from Taniguchi Masahide, he knew that the number was the landline number of Xiaomu's home, and his mother was a typical stay-at-home wife, so she was probably the one who answered the phone.
Minamoto Yorimitsu thought about his words and said: "Hello, I am Minamoto Yorimitsu. Are you Seimei's mother?"
"Ah, Yuan-kun, I know you."
"..."
"..."
The call was quickly hung up.
But Yorimitsu Minamoto didn't get the answer.
Instead, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
Because just now the other party's mother actually told me clearly that Kogi Seimei had returned to Kyoto yesterday, and she had caught the earliest Shinkansen!
This is obviously inconsistent with what Teacher Kitagawa said!
But what is certain is that Kogi Seimei is neither at school nor at his hometown in Aichi Prefecture. No one knows where he has gone.
When Kogi Seimei's mother wondered why he asked this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu found an excuse to deal with it first. Since Kogi didn't want his family to know, then he probably had something to hide.
But both sides are hiding it...
He was obviously in trouble.
Minamoto norimitsu frowned and called Kogi Seimei while walking, but after several calls he couldn't get through. It was obvious that he didn't answer the call on purpose.
Or try changing your number...
This thought came into his mind.
Just when he was thinking about how to contact Kogi Seimei, he raised his head and realized that there were suddenly more people in front of him. He looked to the right and realized where he had gone.
"Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine?"
His steps paused.
Looking at the huge vermilion torii gate standing in front of the shrine, Minamoto no Yorimitsu remembered the scenes in the anime in his previous life. It seemed that this place had a very famous scenic spot, and many love stories started from there.
After hesitating for a moment, I decided to go inside and take a look.
This place appears in many anime.
Quan should have fulfilled his wish.
Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine mainly enshrines the Inari gods headed by Uga no Tamaki, which are the so-called local gods in charge of agriculture and commerce.
The pilgrims are mainly businessmen and farmers, who come to pray for a good harvest and prosperous business. Although it is located in Fushimi District, the most economically backward city, it is one of the most popular shrines in Kyoto.
Minamoto Yorimitsu walked to the entrance of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine and waited in a queue for about ten minutes. Finally, he bought a ticket and walked in directly.
You can also see various stone statues of foxes in the main hall of the shrine. This is because foxes are regarded as messengers of the god Inari. The fox-faced ema is very charming, but in his eyes, it looks like a weasel.
Although it is night, there are still many tourists.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not part of the group either.
He simply followed the flow of people and walked inside.
Soon he saw the dense vermilion Senbon Torii gate behind the main hall. The red pillars were arranged vertically and horizontally, which was very visually impactful, similar to what he saw in anime in his previous life.
What's missing is a beautiful miko who can sing, dance and form an indissoluble bond with him.
Hundreds of vermilion torii gates form a passage leading to the top of Mount Inari, and there are dozens of stone statues of foxes between the stone steps.
The old faded dark red archway and the brightly colored vermilion archway are densely intertwined, and look extremely mysterious after being deliberately lit up by the shrine.
After viewing the scenic spots, he came out.
To sum up, there are a lot of people.
There is no such thing as a miko.
There were only a few old priests who were sanctimonious on the surface but actually tried their best to take money from pilgrims.
Minamoto Yorimitsu walked out of the crowd, feeling sweaty and uncomfortable, and wondered why there were so many people here at night.
After eating at a random ramen restaurant, he was going to take a taxi back to the academy. There was a meeting at the Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau tomorrow, and it would be troublesome to borrow the car from Masahide Taniguchi. It seemed that he really had to find someone in the office to arrange a special car. Pick yourself up.
Or take the tram or bus by yourself?
If someone sees that a special agent of the Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau travels in such a simple way...
Is it because you are afraid of poverty?
Or don’t dare to touch a penny?
Is he really a good public servant of the people of Kyoto?
After eating a bowl of 500 yen Jigoku Ramen, Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt his stomach was satisfied. He walked out of the store and took a walk. He didn't even know which alley he had walked into. He looked at his phone and found that it was already night time.
At ten o'clock, we were ready to call a taxi back.
Just when he was looking around in the street to see if there were any rough cars, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes were fixed on a few arrogant people not far away.
The distance is not too far and you can see clearly.
Under the old telephone pole at the intersection of the streets and alleys in front, several middle-aged men wearing baggy suits and cropped hair surrounded a girl, gesturing with their hands as if they were threatening something.
bad?
Probably not.
These people seemed to be quite old, and they could be seen from a distance with unshaven beards. There were no motorcycles around them, so they were not so-called bosozokus.
That should be the ultimate way.
"So the security in Fushimi Ward is really that bad?"
Yorimitsu Minamoto had read a survey report before, and found that Kyoto was in the Fushimi District with a mixed population, a backward economy, and a group of ghosts and monsters who didn't know what they were doing.
Its status is similar to that of Adachi Ward in Tokyo.
He looked over there again from a distance.
He saw only three or four men surrounding a girl. He could only vaguely see the girl's figure. She seemed to be standing silently without making a sound, and the men gradually approached and cursed so loudly that he
You can almost hear it.
The surrounding area wasn't too deserted at first, but several passers-by stayed away after seeing it and didn't dare to get close, let alone the patrol police anywhere.
This posture is...
"robbery?"
Minamoto norimitsu looked strange.
A scene where a hero saves a beauty?
But I know neither martial arts nor kendo.
The only thing that can protect you is a few guns and rocket propellers...