: The Descendant of the Witch

A faint light appeared in front of his eyes.

The voice gradually came.

Where is this?

Is it Santuchuan?

“You have a quarter of an hour. Hurry up…I won’t bother you anymore. I’m too old to watch these things.”

“thanks.”

The voice changed from vague to sober, and Satozaki could clearly hear someone’s conversation coming from his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a face appeared in front of his eyes, shaking his body vigorously.

“Dad! It’s me. Are you awake?”

Hearing the familiar address, Satozaki shuddered, and immediately woke up from the dazed state of summoning souls, and opened his eyes.

He looked at the young man next to him in astonishment, and grabbed his shoulder with his fingers, but he was worried that he would hurt the young man with too much force, so he let go.

“What did you call me?”

Daitake Sato opened his mouth, and made a hoarse voice from his throat. With a sore nose, he lowered his head and shouted softly.

“Dad… I’m Da Wu.”

Satozaki was stunned.

“I’m really Dawu. You can ask me. I remember everything when I was young. I was naughty when I was young. I broke a cup several times. I even cut my hand. There was blood on my hand. I ran to the street secretly. It wasn’t you chasing me, I was almost hit by a car…”

Daitake Sato spoke quickly, wanting to prove his identity immediately.

But the next moment, Satozaki stretched out his hand and hugged the boy forcefully.

He wasn’t doubting at all, but the sudden fact made him a little at a loss.

“Great……”

The old father choked up and said, “You are still alive…”

Daitake Sato also hugged his father tightly, and the father and son hugged each other and wept.

At this moment, they finally forgave each other, and finally there was no longer any estrangement.

More than six years of waiting and a lifetime of regrets disappeared in an instant.



“Hiss…fur…”

Bai Wei lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of white mist, and stood at the door of the house with a calm expression.

He has already called the police. In about 20 minutes, the police will arrive here for the final clean-up work.

It is difficult to reach a conclusion on this matter in the end, and it is probably nothing.

Behind the extremely high case closure rate of the Metropolitan Police Department in Yingzhou is the autopsy rate of less than 10%.

In other words, more than 90% of the cases are unresolved at all, and no one wants to find out. This kind of case where the victim is the murderer and the murderer is the victim, there is no way to investigate too clearly. Recorded, and then hastily closed the case, because Satozaki had no seniors and no juniors, so no one cared if he checked it out or not.

Not far away, the young man walked out of the house in a daze, his face full of sadness.

However, compared to the previous regret and guilt, he was a little more angry at this time.

“Have you finished saying goodbye?”

“Yes, father, he… walked very peacefully. He said that he has no regrets.”

“What do you plan to do in the future?”

“I will stay. The police also need a reporter, and my father’s funeral also needs someone to deal with it.” The boy said, “I have already caused you a lot of trouble, and I will not say anything about you.”

“I’m not saying next, I’m saying later.” Bai Wei looked into the distance with a cigarette in his mouth.

Daitake Sato’s voice was very weak: “My father is gone, and Daitake Sato is completely dead. From now on, I’m just Hojo Heita… All I can do is visit the graves of my parents once a month.”

Bai Wei said: “If you have nothing to do now, read the Sutra of Rebirth to your father a few more times.”

Daitake Sato asked: “Is there really an afterlife in this world?”

“There are, and many.”

“Uh…” The boy looked at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

“How much do you know about soul exchange?”

“I don’t know too much, but near the sea of ​​trees in Aokigahara, I will hear a wonderful echo.” Sato Daitake recalled: “But as time goes by, the memory of that period becomes more and more unclear…”

… It’s Aokigahara Tree Sea again, the Holy Land of Suicide. Last time, Guan Ling’s family also passed by here when they were traveling.

Bai Wei had already heard the sound of the siren, put out the cigarette, and circulated his true energy to dissipate the smell of tobacco from his body: “The people from the Police Department have arrived.”

Daitake Sato reacted slowly, and when he raised his head, the young man had disappeared.

It was only then that he remembered that he forgot to ask the other party’s name.



He walked back, sat on the ground, and gently sorted out his father’s remains.

He was wondering if his father had ever touched a sleeping child’s face like this when he was a child.

He seemed to have matured a lot in an instant, and it was difficult for him to return to his youth.

Beep beep…

Suddenly, the old-fashioned telephone in the house rang.

He wondered if it was the police’s phone number, picked up the receiver, and a voice came from the other end of the phonesound.

It was the voice he had heard before.

In the sea of ​​trees in Aokigahara.

He said: “Do you want your father to be with you forever?”

With a simple sentence, Daitake Sato’s face instantly froze and his expression froze.

Obsession, guilt, desire, sorrow.

A variety of emotions are shown on his expression.

A long time, a long time.

Pat…

The young man put down the receiver, knelt down on the edge of the cabinet, weeping and roaring silently.



The police car drove across the street, less than three meters away from Bai Wei on the sidewalk.

Under the dim street lights, another phantom followed behind Bai Wei. The young man was walking like flying, and the phantom behind him followed suit.

The ghost asked: “Can I go tomorrow?”

Bai Wei said flatly: “The effect of the soul-calling talisman can only last for three hours. Your soul body is torn apart. If you can’t become a ground-bound spirit, you will become a lonely ghost by luck. Who may be superseded by someone?” Well, when a person dies, he has no human rights, and it is better to just jump into the well of reincarnation than to be wiped out in the sky.”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but it’s too late now.” Sakurai hastily explained: “My daughter is not in good health, going now will disturb her.”

“The last time, love to see or not.” Bai Wei stopped.

“I’ll go, I’ll go.”

The phantom of Sakurai’s soul fell into a talisman paper held by Bai Wei’s fingertips.

Bai Wei beckoned, took a taxi, and headed to a private hospital in New Tokyo.

When giving the money, Bai Wei felt a real pain. After all, he paid for his own money. He spent a lot of money recently, and his savings were almost exhausted.

He somewhat regretted that he didn’t search for the corpses when he was fighting monsters, otherwise some coins should have been dropped.

“Do you have no money?” Sakurai asked cautiously.

Bai Wei glared at the fraudster viciously: “My family is from an ordinary family, but it’s you yourself. Apart from the business card, there are IOUs in your wallet.”

“It’s all about making a living.” Sakurai smiled dryly, pointing to a floor not far away: “This is the building. My daughter is in the third room on the fifth floor.”

Private medical institutions are relatively strict about the confidentiality of information. Bai Wei visited late at night and was questioned several times. However, the person involved was next to him, and the answers were naturally fluent, and there was no possibility of any mistakes.

The nurse led Bai Wei to the third room on the fifth floor. The rooms here are all separate wards, and they enjoy the highest standard of medical treatment. Naturally, the price is quite expensive.

When they came to the door, unexpectedly, the lights in the room were on.

The nurse’s face changed slightly, and she pushed the door open, and she saw the little girl lying on her side by the window coughing continuously, and the washbasin beside her was filled with bright red blood.

“Miss Si, how many times have I told you that if you feel uncomfortable or in pain, you must press the alarm bell!”

The nurse rushed in and hurriedly supported the girl’s shoulders.

“I, I’m fine… I’m really fine, I’ll be fine in a while…” The little girl’s voice seemed to be forcefully squeezed out of her heart.

“It doesn’t look like it’s all right! I’ll call the doctor on duty right away!”

“no, I’m fine……”

The girl wanted to stop her, but she kept coughing and blood spilled from the gap between her fingers.

Her life is constantly being worn down.

Sakurai rushed forward, scratching his head anxiously, but he couldn’t touch anything, and no one else could hear what he said.

Bai Wei slowed down, walked into the ward, and looked up at the girl on the bed. The angle he was standing at couldn’t see the girl’s whole body well. He only had a glimpse and saw her shoulders and hands.

Slender, thin.

What kind of weak body is that?

The blood vessels are clearly visible under the skin, the skin is pale, the bones are bony, and even the smallest hospital gown looks loose.

Like a skeleton made of flimsy matches, it can’t stand the fire of life once ignited. It is doomed to be accompanied by illness for half its life.

It’s like smearing random colors under a delicate portrait, and hastily sketching the shape, as if the creator patiently drew a delicate and vivid pitiful face but lost patience because of his irritability, so he casually sketched it completely incompatible with it abstract drawing of a scribbled body.

The nurse quickly ran out of the ward: “I went to see the doctor on duty, and her symptoms got worse again.”

In the ward, only the girl coughing up blood, a strange young man, and a lone soul beating his chest and feet in regret were left.

The name in front of the hospital bed is Sakurai Si.

The entry above the head is [Descendants of the Chaos Witch]



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