I said you are all war criminals

"What are you looking for?" Kita asked.

It might be the Golden God, Liang thought based on his experience in the simulator, and then replied, "Probably the scenery of nature."

"The scenery of nature?" Kita repeated, looking a little confused.

Liang nodded and continued to make up stories: "Hongxia once said that every corner of nature is full of music. As long as you listen carefully, you can find your own melody... I guess she went to the forest."

This is bullshit.

Hongxia has never said such groundless words.

However, Liang felt that Hong Xia was probably using this excuse because she had gone to some remote place to dig for the "Golden God".

Kita thought thoughtfully, "Should we go to some beautiful places to look for her?"

"That's right," Liang put down the fries in his hand, "We have to find her as soon as possible. The band can't do without Hong Xia, her drums are our soul."

"But there are no live performances scheduled recently..." Kita was not really in a hurry, as she felt Hongxia would be home in a few days.

"Kita."

Ryo said in a serious voice as he swallowed his fries.

"The closing band is a four-piece unit."

"……I see!"

Kita understood.

She understood completely.

"We have to find Senior Hong Xia and accuse her of running away from home without us, right?"

Yes, yes, right?

Ryo replied expressionlessly, "Yes."

"We're a team of four!" Kita waved his arms. "We have to do everything together!"

"Yeah, together." Liang began to repeat.

"Whether it's live, rehearsals, performances, or debuts, we have to be together!"

"Yeah, together."

"The one I love needs pain, too!"

Liang retracted his knife.

She said, "That's enough."

"it is good……"

Kita started eating while crying.

After finishing their lunch at the family restaurant, Liang took Kita on the train.

As they left the city, the scenery outside the window unfolded like a picture scroll, but Liang's mind was not on these beautiful views. She was only thinking about Hong Xia and worried about her.

Although in the simulation, Hong Xia, who transformed into a sword armor, was strong enough and was not afraid of ordinary weapons even without her own pilot...but, that was Hong Xia "who transformed into a sword armor."

Hong Xia is just an ordinary person now.

An ordinary person who would die if shot.

Amid Liang's worries, the train slowly drove into the suburban station, and Liang and Kita set foot on unfamiliar land.

"Wow, it's so beautiful here!" Kita exclaimed excitedly, her eyes flashing with curiosity, as if she had completely forgotten about looking for Hongxia.

Liang got out of the car and looked around, trying to find any clues left by Hong Xia. She knew that she might not be so lucky to find Hong Xia right away...but what if?

...As a result, as expected, Liang did not see Hongxia.

"Let's split up and look," Liang retracted his gaze and suggested, "Kitao, you go to the valley over there, and I'll go to the woods over here. If you find anything, contact me on your cell phone. If I'm not back by night, call the police."

"Okay, Senior Liang!" Kita nodded repeatedly, then ran towards the valley excitedly.

Liang walked towards the woods. As she walked, she tried to call Hongxia, but the call was still unanswered.

The air in the forest is fresh and moist, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting spots of light and shadow.

Liang walked along.

She continued to move deeper into the woods, pushing aside the dense branches, taking each step carefully. The sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling her face, but Liang had no interest in appreciating the natural beauty. She simply searched, hoping to find any trace of Hong Xia.

Just then, she noticed some unusual signs—a few leaves had been turned over, and the dirt on a path looked like it had been trampled many times. Liang's heartbeat quickened, and she hurried along the path, hoping these signs would lead her to Hongxia.

However, the opposite happened.

What appeared in Liang's sight was not Hongxia, but a small village.

The village looks a bit old and seems like it should be in Hokkaido rather than around Tokyo.

"Excuse me, have you seen a young girl, about this tall, with hair like this..." Liang described Hongxia's appearance to an old lady sitting at the door of her house.

The old lady squinted her eyes, listened carefully, and then shook her head. "No, we rarely have outsiders coming here."

Then, the old lady opened her toothless mouth again and said with a smile, "Girl, you've just arrived... We have a festival today, do you want to join us?"

"No," Liang politely declined, "Someone's waiting for me outside."

The old lady didn't seem to mind Liang's refusal. She continued enthusiastically, "It's okay. The festival is lively and your friends can come and have fun. Our village may be small, but everyone will welcome you."

"No, goodbye forever!" Liang refused again, then trotted away.

Honestly, she thought the village was a bit like a rural cult out of a horror movie, the kind that sacrificed outsiders to the gods, or turned beautiful girls into starfuries.

Since Hongxia is not here, it is better for her to run away early.

The old lady squinted her eyes and watched Liang running farther and farther away, then turned her head towards the house.

She asked with a smiling voice, "Taro, the little girl who came this morning...is her name Hongxia?"

"Yes, grandma." Taro's voice came from inside the house. He was busy arranging the decorations for the festival.

The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and sunlight shone through the half-open windows onto the floor, illuminating a pile of props.

The man the old woman called Taro deftly turned each item over with his fingers, finally picking up a sharp kitchen knife. This was a sacred knife used to cut the food offered at the festival, sharpened to a sheen to ensure it could slice the flesh from the sacrificial animal alive. Next to it was a saw with neatly arranged teeth, used for cutting bones.

Taro carefully checked the saw's edge, making sure it was sharp enough to easily cut through a human body while working.

Next to it was a roll of strong rope, which Taro carefully wound up to ensure that it would not get tangled, because when the sacrifice was hung upside down, it had to bear the weight of a person.

There are many more things, all prepared for the festival.

This is an annual festival that requires careful preparation.

Chapter 37: Hong Xia's Journey (Part 3)

Hongxia pressed her thumb on her cheek and spread it hard.

The bright red blood formed streaks, like the colorful fur of a tiger.

Then, she pulled out the hatchet that was stuck in the man's neck in front of her in one breath.

"call out--"

Blood spurted out.

The man's body fell down weakly. Hong Xia didn't even look at him and passed by him.

She is not very happy now.

A more accurate statement would be that Hong Xia was feeling a bit "tired".

It is not surprising that this village has a cult, and it is even very common.

Even though this village is not far from Tokyo, or even within the Tokyo metropolitan area, it is essentially a wilderness, a small village in the forest, a relic out of touch with the times.

It is normal for cults to emerge in such a place.

Hong Xia smelled this atmosphere when she bumped into the village early in the morning... However, if these cultists were just committing fraud or something, she didn't intend to care.

There are so many sufferings in the world that Hongxia can’t handle it all.

The reason why they stayed here to wait for the festival was because Hongxia heard that the god they worshipped was called "Golden God".

...Although she thought it was probably a coincidence, Hongxia still stayed.

This is the result.

I found out that this village was going to perform a human sacrifice.

I know they have already committed human sacrifice.

By the way, I also learned that the "Golden God" enshrined here is a big tiger - God knows where this tiger locked in the basement came from, aren't there wild tigers in Japan?

There was no other choice, Hong Xia had to kill them all.

This is not an easy job.

Hong Xia roughly counted and found there were about thirty houses here. Even taking into account the influx of young people brought on by the new era, there were at least a hundred people here.

To kill a hundred people in one night with cold weapons...

"Hey, come on."

Hong Xia left the chopsticks stuck in the woman's eyes there to cheer herself up.

She missed the shotgun a little.

If she had a gun, Hong Xia wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to ambush the enemy.

There was no way, after all, she was still a high school girl, even if she played the drums she was not strong. Every time she killed three or four people, she would rest in the dark.

Doing so really affects work efficiency.

It would be different if there were guns.

The gun is indeed heavy, but it is convenient for killing people!

compare to……

“Huha…ha!”

Hong Xia stepped on the woman's back and hit her head with a crowbar again and again until she was silent.

This is really tiring.

Unlike playing drums, hitting someone with a crowbar does not require using your elbow to drive your wrist, but rather the strength of your whole body.

My whole body is strained.

Hong Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked around. In the night, this village shrouded in blood and death seemed particularly quiet. The so-called "sacrifice" of those people was to hunt young boys and girls as sacrifices in the dark, so they would never have thought that the sacrifices would kill them back. Even the wails of the accomplices before their death were all regarded as the cries of the sacrifices.

This is what is called... karma.

Hong Xia picked up a knife from the ground, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. She didn't wipe it, because she knew it would soon be stained with blood.

She walked to the next room.

Start killing the next guilty person.

kill.

Kill the old, kill the young, and kill the children.

kill.

Men were killed, women were killed, and those who were neither male nor female were also killed.

Hong Xia cut the neck of a boy of the same age as herself with the dagger and pulled out his tongue.

The child whimpered a few times and fell to the ground.

Since he was already stained with sin and went out in the dark of night, which was written as "festival" and read as "hunting", it was natural that he would be killed.

Hongxia had no intention of asking these people why they were doing this, nor did she intend to hand them over to the law. In less than ten years, even society would disappear, and Hongxia had no desire to care about the law or what would happen ten or twenty years from now.

There are so many things to do now that I can’t handle them all.

"That's the end—ha!"

Hong Xia took a few steps back after hitting the village chief's head with a baseball bat.