This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame-Chapter 618 - 385. Beichuan Lin (8000-word goal achieved)

Since the Mouchi Witch’s Certificate had already been used, Beichuan Si didn’t say much else.

He had invited Shen Gu Mirai to stay for a meal, and then he sent her back home.

Watching Shen Gu Mirai walk back to the Shen Gu family home, Beichuan Si’s gaze flickered.

It wasn’t that he regretted not insisting Shen Gu Mirai stay over for the night, but rather what Shen Gu Mirai had mentioned earlier.

"Nursery rhyme." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Indeed, Shen Gu Mirai wasn’t careless about people exhibiting unusual behavior, so she informed Beichuan Si and the others about the nursery rhyme as soon as it came to her mind.

The content of the nursery rhyme went:

A man-eating imp, a drippy, drooly little imp, silently, silently descends.

Oh falling cherry blossoms, beneath you lie corpses.

Mouchi, oh Mouchi, lives as fragile as thin paper.

Colorful, colorful falling cherry blossoms, beneath them hide corpses.

Rolling, rolling... rock and sway, the corpses that will never speak.

The blood also—flows! Dries! Up!

This nursery rhyme clearly lacked a large part.

But the keywords contained within it caught Beichuan Si’s attention.

"Mouchi."

As he walked, Beichuan Si pondered.

What did the word "Mouchi" represent? A family surname? A spiritual tool... or the name of some deity?

First the Mouchi Stone Chain, then the Mouchi Witch’s Certificate... and now a folk rhyme concerning ’Mouchi.’

These recurring terms seemed to be trying to pique Beichuan Si’s interest.

Beichuan Si couldn’t help but exhale a cool breath.

He looked up at the sky.

The stars were invisible today; overhead was an indigo night.

Within this indigo night, the moon hung in the distance.

This scene reminded him of what Nakajima Michika’s father, Nakajima Hiroto, had told him last month... about a vast spiritual realm hidden within the mountain ravine.

As the moonlight poured down, a cluster of ancient Japanese-style mansions suddenly appeared in the empty ravine.

Unknown entities handed down from a remote and ancient place.

Even the Nakajima Conglomerate was actively investigating it, and to this day, they had achieved no tangible results.

For Beichuan Si to investigate it, the time spent would only increase.

After all, he was no deity.

Others had a whole conglomerate organized and planned in their investigations, and still hadn’t produced any real results; what could he alone possibly do?

If he were to go there in person... Beichuan Si was confident he could unearth some clues.

But facing a large spiritual realm that affected this world.

The preparations he needed to make would undoubtedly be extensive.

Mouchi.

What exactly did these two words represent?

Beichuan Si gazed at the moon, then ceased his pondering.

Regardless, now that Shen Gu Mirai had become involved with the spiritual realm in Kagoshima Prefecture, it was already impossible for Beichuan Si to extricate himself.

When summer vacation came, it would be time to head to Kagoshima Prefecture.

Until then, he could only restrain himself a bit.

He continued walking towards his home and then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Then he waited.

Beichuan Si waited for about ten seconds.

Finally, the person on the other end picked up the phone, "Hello? What’s up?... I still have an important meeting here, Si, if there’s nothing urgent..."

The voice on the phone was three parts gentle, two parts resigned, as if soothing a child.

Listening to the voice, Beichuan Si decisively spoke:

"I’m engaged."

Pff!!!!

The person on the other end seemed to have spit out water, followed by a series of apologies.

After a while, the person on the phone seemed to finally regain their senses and said in an incredulous tone, "Si, what are you talking about? Today isn’t April Fool’s Day. Don’t make such a horrible joke."

To this, Beichuan Si could only repeat his earlier words: "I’m engaged."

"Ah?! Wait a minute? You’re only seventeen, right? I remember clearly! You just turned seventeen didn’t you! Your birthday on February 7!"

The person instantly couldn’t keep calm, and if earlier there was a sense of cajoling a child, now there was an unstoppable roar in their voice.

"Can’t seventeen-year-olds get engaged?" Beichuan Si retorted.

This query left the other party momentarily speechless.

After all, Beichuan Si was only engaged, not married, and legally or morally speaking... there were no problems.

But—

"You must be joking about the engagement, right?"

The person on the phone still found it hard to accept.

"I’m not joking." Beichuan Si answered.

"..."

Silence.

A prolonged silence.

The person on the phone seemed to be looking for something, breaking the silence after a long while to ask, "Speaking of which, isn’t it the Kyubei Festival next Wednesday?"

"Yes." Beichuan Si responded.

"In that case, I’ll come back next Wednesday."

The person stated decisively.

Hearing this, Beichuan Si raised his eyebrows, pressed the phone, and his tone contained a trace of surprise, "What about your work over there?"

Upon hearing Beichuan Si’s words, the person on the phone laughed out of exasperation and retorted humorously, "My son is about to be whisked away! How can I have the heart to work overseas?! I’ll ask for leave here; it’s only a matter of two days. I really want to see what trouble you’ve gotten yourself into this time."

Yes.

The person speaking with Beichuan Si was none other than his mother, who worked overseas year-round, Beichuan Lin.

True to her name, she was a mother of stern elegance and outrageous integrity.