Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 44, Section 016: Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain
The newly arrived data integrates information from netizens regarding urban supernatural monsters.

"Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain" were originally ancient military strategies, but they were used as attributes of monsters. When "Mithril Warrior" was released, the concept did attract a group of viewers.

The full name should be derived from ancient books in District 9.

"Its stillness is like the forest, its speed like the wind, its aggression like fire, and its immovability like a mountain." These are four widely circulated lines.

And after these four lines, there are two more lines.

"As unknowable as the shadows, as swift as thunder."

In "Mithril Warriors", it is boldly interpreted as two opposing attributes, Yin and Yang, in harmony, and the four elements returning to one.

The screenwriter in charge of the script at the time also had the surname Long Island.

Is this a family business?
Fujiwara Chizuru continued searching through the materials, feeling that she had overlooked something.

The White Walkers' weapons, being weapons, naturally require users.

Wait a minute, if it's linked to the White Walkers, then the real historical events must have been concealed as well. In that case, perhaps we can find some clues in folk tales and unofficial rural histories.

She quickly turned on her computer, only to find an email in her inbox that had been sent long ago, signed "LieLieLie".

The image of the girl's playful smile flashed through Fujiwara's mind.

Fujiwara Chizuru shook her head, filtering out distracting information, and began to browse carefully.

The content is a written dictionary from several hundred years ago. It tells the story of a powerful White Walker from that era.

Centuries ago, Lord Harunobu Takeda, the Tiger of Kai, displayed an indomitable fighting spirit under the banner of "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain".

This White Walker, in his human form, was a knight-errant, deeply influenced by it, and used it to encourage himself.

Centuries have passed since the warriors of yesteryear were busy with war. They have become powerful lords of otherworldly beings, and after nearly a century of conquering east and west, they still regard "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain" as their guiding principle.

Older generations often love to reminisce; the more they reminisce, the more they become part of the older generation.

The White Walker Lord died in an accident, and as an "elder," his body was cremated. His remaining shell was used as material for twelve monsters, and after the flames burned away, it condensed into objects resembling relics.

As history unfolded, the lost objects and the twelve half-finished monsters disappeared among the people.

Ancient languages ​​are somewhat difficult to understand, and with limited time, Fujiwara Chizuru could only focus on understanding the key points.

These monsters have existed for hundreds of years.

These weapons were likely entrusted to the Long Island clan for safekeeping, and in recent years, the Long Island clan has also surrendered to the White Walkers, which allowed them to see the light of day again.

These are just my own guesses.

However, Chizuru Fujiwara does not rely solely on rational thinking. Sometimes, solving cases also requires intuition, and some wild imaginations can often coincide with the truth.

Imagination is also a unique and innate talent.

If we follow this line of reasoning, then Ms. Yumi, as a member of the Nagashima family, was able to design the suits, which was also a pretext—a pretext to allow the twelve monsters to break free from their constraints.

The White Walkers, having reclaimed their weapons, surely also hope to regain control of them.

Clearly, a necessary condition is still missing before we can directly control it.

This condition was in the hands of Ichiro Amamiya and Harumi Nagashima.

Yin-Yang Relics.

Fujiwara Chizuru breathed a sigh of relief; the case was finally showing some progress.

In other words, finding the only surviving Amamiya Ichiro is equivalent to finding the key to control the twelve monsters. And since the monsters attack the little girl, one of the relics might be in her possession.

Fujiwara Chizuru continued to sort things out.

etc! Something's wrong!

She sat up abruptly—Ichiro Amamiya wouldn't command monsters to attack his own daughter; Megumi Amamiya was just a child, and the possibility of her orchestrating the attack herself was extremely slim. So who was directing the monsters?
If that's the case, then Ichiro Amamiya is in danger.

Just as Fujiwara was about to contact Rei, his phone rang. Rei called first:
"Officer Fujiwara, are you at the police station?"

"I'm here."

"A monster is heading towards you. I'm heading back now."

Fujiwara Chizuru frowned: "Do the suited monsters have their own consciousness? Or just instincts? What's nearby attracting them?"

"I don't know. The girl who was following me suddenly turned around and ran away. Be careful!"

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Chizuru immediately walked out of the hall.

She found it a bit noisy.

"What happened?" she asked the running police officer.

"It's said that someone has escaped from prison, and an emergency search is underway."

"Prison break?" Fujiwara Chizuru was slightly taken aback. There hadn't been any suspects who needed to escape recently.

But before they could ask any more questions, the police officers had already arrived at the scene.

She frowned and stood there pondering.

The Metropolitan Police Department's doors were wide open, facing the road.

A person swaggered past, followed cautiously by a child.

"Brother Xun, let's run away quickly. I'm afraid someone will see us." Douzi looked worried and uneasy.

The man in the detention center's uniform was still in handcuffs, and he was holding the cat in his arms, rubbing it for a while.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're invisible now! Who'll pay attention to us? Huh!"

He burst into laughter.

Yan Wuxun held the foreleg of the boot and said, "What kind of precious inscription is this? I've never seen anything so amazing before."

Women's bathhouse, women's bathhouse...

He stared blankly at the sky, his mouth watering, and couldn't help but let out a silly grin.

After laughing, he turned his head and saw Fujiwara Chizuru standing inside the Metropolitan Police Department's perimeter wall, deep in thought with her chin resting on her hand.

Yan Wuxun trembled for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

"Don't panic, this woman can't see us right now."

It's easy to get a little playful at times.

Try?

Just give it a try.

He coughed, and to make sure that Fujiwara Chizuru wasn't paying attention to him, he pretended to approach her again.

The policewoman looks really good in her uniform. Her legs in stockings, her slender figure, and her fair complexion make her look like a lady from a well-to-do family. She also has a subtle queen-like aura.

His face was cold and aloof, and behind his glasses, his serious gaze swept across the ground as if he were lost in thought about the case.

Older men can't help but think of small toys like whips and candles.

Yan Wuxun shuddered and shook his head like a rattle-drum, "No, no."

He then made funny faces, crossed his eyes, grinned, and stuck out his tongue.

"Brother Xun, don't try it, I'm scared..." Douzi hugged the boots and watched him walk around in front of the policewoman.

Yan Wuxun gave him a look of exasperation and said, "What are you afraid of? She's just a policewoman, what can she do to me?"

The beans had no choice but to obediently follow; this "non-existence" must have a certain scope.

"I see."

Fujiwara Chizuru's furrowed brows finally relaxed, the frost on her face melted away, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

Yan Wuxun was startled at first and subconsciously asked, "What is she thinking?"

Douzi scratched his head, about to answer that he didn't know.

Suddenly, Fujiwara Chizuru raised her head, her gaze intense.

She grabbed Yan Wuxun's right hand with one hand and placed the other hand on Douzi's shoulder.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" Yan Wuxun cried out in surprise, only to find that he couldn't break free at all, his feet stuck together.

Douzi's legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

Sensing danger, Boots darted out in a few steps, disappearing like an orange lightning bolt beyond the courtyard wall.

Fujiwara Chizuru specifically spoke in Mandarin:

"I'm wondering, who exactly are you people?"

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