"Carry me over, I want to see what's in that room too."

Guaikawa didn't want to sit here by himself. Not to mention if anyone else would suddenly appear, it was mainly boring.

You can't see anything, you can only hear the sound, and you can't even eat melons.

Moreover, he was also curious about what was in the bedroom of that big witch.

"good."

Anmuro squatted down and wanted to carry Kamikawa Shun on his back. However, Kamikawa Shun was even raising his hand now, and it was almost impossible to climb onto his back.

"Hold on."

He took a deep breath and picked up Kazukawa Shun.

This is not the first time that Shin Kazukawa looks like this. Although she feels this posture is very awkward, she doesn't say anything.

Toru Amuro carried him to the residence of the Great Witch. In order to avoid causing too much pain to Katsukawa Shun, he walked very quickly.

The Great Witch's house was also affected by the explosion of the ancestral hall, but this impact was not serious.

The door was open, Anmu pushed the door through, glanced inside the house, and then put Shangkawa Shun on the chair.

Shin Kawakawa's eyes fell on the cell phone on the table. This is a very old-fashioned cell phone, and some satellite phones are like this.

There is no signal tower in this remote mountain, and there is no signal at all. If you want to use a mobile phone here, you can only rely directly on satellite communication.

This great witch must have known the development of the outside society and even has certain connections with the outside world, otherwise this thing would not appear here.

This phone is just so big and thorny on the table, without any hiding.

Shangkawa Shun guessed that the great witch had never thought that he would lose, so these things were not handled at all. It was also possible that the great witch thought these were not important at all, so there was no need to hide them.

But you only need to see what is in your phone to know.

"Look at if there is anything on this phone."

"Um."

Tomoto Amuro has put on gloves to avoid leaving any fingerprints on these more important evidence.

There was no lock in the phone, so he opened it directly.

The phone is very clean, with only a few text messages.

Toru Amuro opened the latest one, and the text message asked when he needed to send compressed cookies.

The Great Witch did not reply.

Amuro looked at the sender. The sender was a string of phone numbers and did not notify who it was.

He wrote down the string of numbers and looked at the text message behind him.

In addition to the content about delivering food on this number, there is also an unfamiliar number who sent a text message.

This number tells the story of the wild wolf being arrested, and the people over there hope he can go out to rescue him.

He read it, but still did not reply.

The rest were only a few call records, and the Amudus was going to let the police call to verify their identity.

"Is there any useful information?" Kurakawa Shin stretched his neck and still couldn't see the contents of his phone.

Toru Amuro shook his head. These things seem useless at first glance, but it would be a good life to track some people along the phone number.

Especially the text message about the wild wolf, maybe you can tell the true identity of a member of the organization from it.

Tuo Amuro put down his cell phone and searched for other things in the room.

The house is very clean, with basically no miscellaneous except for the bed, table, chairs.

There are very few daily necessities in the house, just like a cave for a cultivator who is pure and has no desires and can fill his stomach by drinking dew.

A few clay pots were found under the bed of Anshitsu. These clay pots were sealed with clay. Anshitsu looked through for a while and then uncovered one of them.

A smell floated out of the clay pot. It was difficult for Shangchuan to describe what the smell was, but it made people physically uncomfortable when they smelled it.

Amuro Tsuki pinched his nose and took out a flashlight to shine it into the clay pot. Under the light, the clay pot was dark and only things like sticky paste could be seen.

He pulled out the dagger from his waist and tried to use it to pick a little liquid from the clay pot and put it under the light of the flashlight.

The texture of this thing is a bit like honey, but the color is gray-black and the smell is bad.

Tomo Amuro guessed that this might be a tattoo material, so he could take it back for some for the laboratory to test it.

He took apart the other two plastic-sealed clay pots, and the other two were not the same thing, but they were both sticky and had a bad taste.

"There's nothing else."

Toru Amuro originally wanted to try to find something like a book notes that could record some content, but no matter how he looked through the room, he couldn't find it.

"Let's go, our idea is probably lost. That big witch doesn't look like someone who can record anything."

He squatted down and prepared to put some things in the ceramics to go back to study, but found that the things in the porcelain jar were evaporating.

Originally, when the opening was opened, most of the viscous liquid was left, but now only one-third of it is disappearing at a not-so-fast speed.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that these things were disappearing with the death of the great witch.

Toru Amuro did not try to save these things anymore. He put the pots back on and put them back on place.

He hugged Shangkawa Shun to Ah Hu's residence, where their backpacks were still placed.

When Amuro Toru took the thing, he saw that the tattoo on Ah Hu was slowly disappearing, while Ah Hu was still unaware of it.

The death of the great witch was like taking away all the magical things in this village. These transcendent things will only be left in the past and gradually be washed away by the times.

He sighed and left with Shangkawa Shun.

When I reached the mountains, Shangchuan looked back at this mountain village. The village was no different from what they saw when they came. I still couldn't see anyone, but the strange cold feeling in the village had disappeared.

They came and were raining heavily, and they were shining brightly when they left.

Only the bombed ancestral hall and the lake water record everything they have done.

...

The wild wolf far away in the prison was sitting cross-legged in the cell and closed his eyes to rest.

Because of its danger, he was locked in a very remote prison.

The supervision here is very strict and he has no chance to let him go on weekdays.

Next door to the next door to him is a spider.

Although they were in the same prison, the two sides had never met each other and had never communicated at all.

The wild wolf, who had originally closed his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if something was leaving him.

He took off his prison clothes with some confusion. Sure enough, the tattoo on his body had changed like never before.

The vivid wolf that was portrayed is slowly disappearing
Chapter completed!