Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Have you heard of supercomputing parallel computing?

“I know, multiple supercomputers are processing problems in parallel,” Bei Mu Nishu said with a sneer. “But spiritual computers are rare enough, let alone the miniaturized devices that can be brought to the vicinity.”

Is it just rare?

Fujimaru Ritsuka secretly noted this information down, then pointed at someone with a smile: "But you know, we have a humanoid supercomputer in our team, and it's a spirit particle computer."

The two of them looked at each other intently at the same time.

Yui Yuigahama, waiting for her ramen: "Huh?"

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"Very good, this speed is excellent!"

After lunch, they went to a guesthouse rented by Hachiman Hikigaya nearby to conduct their experiment.

Thanks to Fujimaru Ritsuka's wild idea, Kaiki Deishuu made a hat for the bridging prop in less than an hour, put it on Yuigahama Yui's head, and then placed the magic sword on it.

The experiment was a great success. According to Beimu Niju's estimate, the ceremony, which would have taken all night, could be completed in less than 3 hours.

“Then, let’s try it again and see if there are any problems with maintaining a stable power.” Kaiki nods in satisfaction. “Yuhihama-kun, you can stay and assist me with the experiment. I’ll leave the investigation of Tenmangu Shrine to you.”

"Eek! I also want to go into Tenmangu Shrine to wish for my future grades." Yui Yuigahama blinked pitifully, but Fujimaru Ritsuka had no choice but to ignore her and set off for Tenmangu Shrine.

"Then let's try to analyze the structure of the Holy Grail Drop!" A slightly fanatical voice came from behind.

Fujimaru Ritsuka mentally crossed herself, hoping that Yuihama was alright.

69. A detective must have an assistant.

"What a coincidence, Fujimaru-kun." Kasumigaoka Utaha appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka with a beaming smile.

"You really didn't install a surveillance camera on my phone?" Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her phone, feigning a look of terror.

Utaha said without changing her expression, "That's right, Fujimaru Ritsuka-san, I did put a GPS on you, that's why I was able to follow you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave her a thumbs-up, speechless. As expected of Kasumigaoka Utaha, who loves to joke.

He glanced at the Starbucks coffee shop in front of the store and roughly guessed when she had noticed him.

They cruelly abandoned their companions, who had become providers of computing power, and everyone went about their own tasks.

Hachiman Hikigaya was tasked with finding Yuujiro Machi and moving the materials stored in the warehouse.

Yukinoshita accepted the task of taking the ema (votive plaque) to the main hall to set up a hidden operation, and followed Haruno to the main hall.

Komachi and the little angel stayed at the guesthouse.

As for going to the shopping street to inquire about more detailed information and look for clues, that was left to Fujimaru Ritsuka alone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha briefly strolled around Tenmangu Shrine before settling down at a Starbucks with Sakura Hibiki. While observing passersby, she saw Yukinoshita and her sister enter Tenmangu Shrine together, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka alone in the shopping district.

good chance!

Realizing this was an opportunity to create a coincidence, she secretly ordered several large cakes and desserts for Hibiki Sakura. The idiot happily ate the desserts without noticing her leaving.

"Don't blame me, Hibiki Sakura. I can't let you come and ruin such a good opportunity." Utaha smiled quietly.

This time, she needs to seize the opportunity to get close to Fujimaru Ritsuka. Only then can she possibly get involved in this incident.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was at a loss. She couldn't just send Utaha away, nor could she keep her around. But if she let her act recklessly, wouldn't that create an even more dangerous situation?

With a sigh, Fujimaru Ritsuka laid down three rules for her: "Since Kasumigaoka-san is so eager to get involved, then you'll cover for me. But let's make it clear beforehand: don't make any rash moves."

Kasumigaoka Utaha excitedly approached Fujimaru Ritsuka and walked alongside him, saying, "Alright, alright, I'll do as you say, Onmyoji-sama."

"I'm not an Onmyoji... never mind, I'm currently gathering some information in the shopping district. If you're interested, feel free to come over."

He took a few steps forward and suddenly realized that Shiyu hadn't followed, so he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

She frowned and thought for a moment: "I might have a clue."

?

Seriously? That gloomy, arrogant old man was right? We can get some information just by asking around in the shopping district?

He became interested and hoped that Kasumigaoka Utaha would tell her what was going on.

"I just laughed it off when I heard it, and I don't remember it very clearly. Let me take you there to ask for details."

Kasumigaoka Utaha gestured for him to follow, and then took the initiative to lead Fujimaru Ritsuka through the crowd to a mask shop.

The shop owner was busy serving tourists who came to buy masks. Seeing that he was busy, the two did not go over to disturb him.

With nothing else to do, Fujimaru Ritsuka observed the layout of the shop.

The shop isn't large, and its exterior is in the traditional style of Japanese wooden architecture. Inside, the walls are covered with all sorts of masks. There are Noh masks, which are old-fashioned and not suited to the tastes of young people; yokai masks, often seen in Japanese animated films; and comical, quirky masks with crooked mouths, among others.

During his observation, he sensed that the amulet given to him by Bei Mu Ni Zhou was slightly warm, as if it had collected some unusual energy.

At this moment, the mask shop owner, having finished his business and seen off his satisfied customers, turned to the two of them with a look of surprise: "Oh my, isn't this the little girl who came before? How did it go? Did you find a suitable match at Tenmangu Shrine?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha coughed awkwardly: "Shopkeeper, let's not talk about that for now. I wanted to ask you about that strange topic we were discussing earlier."

Without making a sound, she touched the protective charm in her pocket. After confirming that there was no further movement, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said, "Excuse me, shopkeeper. I'm a novelist. I've been collecting urban legends for my writing. I heard from my companions that there was some news about you, so I came to bother you."

"Oh, so you and the young lady are novelists too?"

"Yes." Fujimaru Ritsuka answered the shopkeeper without changing his expression, even though he felt Kasumigaoka Utaha poking him on the back resentfully.

"...Haha, that was just something I was chatting with the girl about. There was nothing strange about it at all." The shop owner's laugh was a little forced.

"I'll pay for the materials and information."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"100,000 yen, consider it making friends. I'll also promote your novel when it's published." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't even blink, ready to pave the way with a gold-plated offensive.

Speaking of which, Hachiman is actually a tycoon. With so much operational funds, he can actually make money selling materials?

He ignored the pained look on Hachiman Hikigaya's face as he took out his money.

The shop owner paused for a moment, then peeked out and looked around before closing the door and saying seriously, "If the young lady and I hadn't really hit it off, I wouldn't have told anyone about this."

Holding ten banknotes bearing the name of Fukuzawa Yukichi, the shopkeeper beamed and recounted the details of the incident:

The shop owner's ancestors made Noh masks. In recent years, Noh has fallen out of fashion, and customers mainly choose masks that look cool, cute, and fun. He has also given up his Noh mask-making skills.

However, because the style of the noodles is quite good, he leaves a few empty spaces in his shop to display a complete set of noodles, all of which are his grandfather's creations and have been in the shop for decades.

However, recently a few noodles went missing from the shop. At first, the shop owner thought it had been robbed, but fortunately no cash was lost, so he decided to let it go.

Thinking this way, he later encountered some strange things.

“Recently, some reckless young people have been sneaking into Tenmangu Shrine in the middle of the night to do some kind of live-streamed nighttime raid. The next day, they came running over angrily and accused me of wearing Noh masks to scare people in the middle of the night.” The shop owner looked puzzled. “I asked them, and they said that the Noh masks that guy was wearing were obviously the ones I had on my shelf. He didn’t sleep at night, but wandered around wearing Noh masks with three white candles tied to his forehead.”

"Ah... the woman who worships at the hour of the ox?" Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled the strange legends she had read.

The shop owner slapped his thigh: "That's what I thought too, so I went with those young people to find the priests at Tenmangu Shrine, but they said that there couldn't be any supernatural events at Tenmangu Shrine. And nothing strange happened after that."

"That's all there is to it. It's just someone playing a prank. I doubt you writers would even care about something like this, right?" Although he said that, the shopkeeper's hand was gripping the banknotes tightly.

When did this happen?

"Uh, May 1st."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked down and sent an email to Hachiman. Within seconds, she received a reply: "The Divine Body left at the end of April."

Ah, that matches up.

Chapter 70: The Ultimate Evolution of the Ugly Woman?

"Speaking of which, I lost a whole set of masks back then, including a series from [Ushi-toki], [Hashi-hime], [Sei-sei], [Hannya] to [Shin-sashi], although I also lost one [Tenjin] Noh mask." The shopkeeper, afraid that Fujimaru Ritsuka would think the information wasn't worth the reward, racked his brains to reveal some details.

Fujimaru Ritsuka memorized all this information and had already captured the inspiration in her mind.

After saying goodbye to the shop owner, he and Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately visited other shop owners in the shopping district. By using both their personal charm and financial resources, they gathered a lot of information and had a general idea of ​​what to expect.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched him with that "there's only one truth" look on her face, feeling a little itchy inside, but she didn't want to interrupt his thoughts.

After leaving the last shop, Fujimaru Ritsuka prepared to say goodbye to Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Kasumigaoka-san, I have a pretty good understanding of the situation. Well then, farewell."

Just as he was about to make a quick getaway, he felt a tug on his sleeve. Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him with a mournful expression: "You're so obedient when you need someone, but you just throw them away when you're done with them? Fujimaru-kun, how can you be so heartless?"

The sound was quite loud, attracting the attention of passersby. The man looked on with envy and jealousy, and the woman... also looked on with envy and jealousy.

"I can't believe there are people who are so blind that they just throw away such a beautiful woman."

"Tch, maybe she's some kind of scheming, manipulative girl who's clinging to this young man."

Although it was a whisper, Fujimaru Ritsuka heard it all. He could only plead softly, advising gently, "You shouldn't get too involved in this matter. Knowing so much isn't a good thing."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked pitiful. She said, aggrieved, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, what's wrong with me? Fine, don't change. You kept me entertained all day, and I still wasn't done, so why did you abandon me?"

As she spoke, she moved closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka. Whispering softly, she said, "I didn't expect you to be so ero. You dragged me along to run errands for so long, knowing the truth all along, yet you wouldn't tell me. Then, when I couldn't stand wanting it anymore, you just left. This kind of play is just too much!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her itchy ears and raised her hands in surrender: "Stop talking, stop talking, the wheels are practically running over my face. I'll take you to our lodgings, and you can leave after you finish your story, okay?"

But as they talked, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked a little strangely, "By the way, where did your companion go? Didn't you come here together to visit?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed, finally having succeeded. She casually brushed off the topic, saying, "Sakura Hibiki is a little hungry and is busy eating. I'll send her a text message and tell her to wait a while, and we'll meet up later."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone and sent a text message to Sakura Hibiki, who simply replied with an "oh".

Kasumigaoka Utaha waved her phone screen at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Anyway, I'm all settled now, so take me there."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and took Kasumigaoka Utaha to that inn.

"Sakura Hibiki, you're here?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared in shock at the blond idiot, who was sitting in the guesthouse's living room, munching on a hot dog.

Hibiki Sakura chuckled: "I just ran into Yukino Yukinoshita and the others. So I came over."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled Yukino Yukinoshita aside and asked, "What's going on? You actually brought Hibiki Sakura along?"

Yukino Yukinoshita gave him a disdainful look. "Sakura Hibiki said she couldn't find Kasumigaoka Utaha. I guess Kasumigaoka Utaha should come looking for you. Anyway, these two are so curious, one more time won't hurt."

"By the way, what were the results of your investigation? We've already hung up the ema (votive plaques) and thoroughly explored Tenmangu Shrine, discovering some things along the way."

At this moment, Kaiki Deishuu also stopped the parallel calculations with the human dumpling computer, letting her slump helplessly on the table, her eyes darting around, and shifted his attention. He didn't care about the two ordinary people from Kasumigaoka who had no magic power, but looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a little interest: "So? What did you find out?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged and asked Kaiki Deishuu, "Did you also notice something was wrong in the shopping district?"