Isolated island.
Seclusion.
Helplessness——
These words always carry an intense unease.
Fortunately, Shen Gu Mirai proved to be much more reliable than Sanseiyuan Tenzi, quickly remembering that her family's study not only contained information about Ihui Island but also a contact number for the folklore research group her parents belonged to at their university. She should be able to obtain the satellite phone number they had from their university colleagues.
For now, she just had to suppress the emotions in her heart and wait for the chance to return to Tokyo.
After sorting everything out, Beichuan Si had a simple meal, took a bath, and then crawled into bed.
He had to wake up early tomorrow to visit the Hayakawa Family and inquire about Aunt Sanseiyuan, not planning to waste a single minute or second.
But just as Beichuan Si had laid down, something wriggled into the bed from the other side.
Beichuan Si turned his head to look.
